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comfort & chaos | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | chapter four: 2/22/22

summary: carmy receives bad news that changes his life forever, while you're relationship with him comes to a head. (the five times carmen berzatto fell in love with you a little and the one time he finally told you)

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ only), death, grief, mentions of suicide, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, drinking & smoking, suggestive language

word count: 5.5k

listen to: hurting kind - del water gap | robbers - the 1975 | hostages - the howl & the hum

a/n: i need therapy after writing this. so sorry bbs love you all. ok but fr, i thought that i was going to write a smut scene that was not going to be hot bc we know it's canon that carmy does not fuck and then it ended up being really hot and i'm once again asking for therapy.

read: chapter three

2/22/22

Something happened. Can you come over?

That’s all the text said. It’s all that needed to be said for you to drop everything you were doing and hop on the subway. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you imagine every single worst case scenario possible. Carmy had given you little context in regards to what this was about, and you almost regret not asking as your mind runs rampant with possibilities. Not that he would’ve given you an answer. Something about him seemed different. He’d never sent that urgent of a text.

Not even when the restaurant was slammed and he needed you to come in on your day off.

Something happened.

The words continue to echo in your head until you reach him.

You're at Carmy’s doorstep faster than you ever thought your feet could carry you, and when he opens the door for you, your heart breaks. He’s wrecked. His face is a flushed red, though you don’t think it’s from crying, and he looks like he hasn’t washed his fuckin’ hair in days. You take in his somber expression, like all of the joy he’s ever experienced has been sucked out of him.

Carmy steps aside, allowing him into your apartment.

He mumbles something you can barely hear, gesturing towards the couch, so you follow him, taking a seat on the crappy couch you’ve come to love. He stares at the floor, his eyes cold and empty, as you sit in silence.

It’s you who breaks it, bursting at the seams with anxiety.

“Carmy, you’re scaring me,” you say softly.

He keeps his eyes fixed on the floor as he licks his lips, swallowing as he opens his mouth to say something. It’s a few moments later that he’s finally able to put two words together to tell you what happened.

“It’s Michael,” is all he manages to get out. You can hear the break in his voice when he utters Michael’s name, and you’re terrified of what he’s going to say next.

“Your brother?” you ask, secretly hoping he won’t say yes.

You feel your stomach drop.

Carmy nods slowly, “Yeah.”

He takes a few beats before saying anything else, his head swimming. On one hand it doesn’t feel real, and if he doesn’t say it out loud, maybe it won’t be. There’s a part of him that still thinks this is some cruel, sick joke that Mikey cooked up, just to fuck with him.

But he knows it’s real. He could hear it in the way that Sugar’s voice broke on the phone. He could hear it in the way that Richie practically screamed at him to stop being such a fuckin’ cuck and come home. He knows it’s real, because for the first time in years, his mom’s called him.

Must be Sugar or something calling from her phone for her…. ‘S gotta be, he thinks to himself.

“He’s-,” Carmy starts, before stopping again. Carmy looks away, in the opposite direction of you, focusing his eyes on something outside of the window.

He can’t look at you because if he looks at you, he might lose it.

“He’s dead.”

“Oh Carmy,” you gasp, your heart wrenching in your chest as the words leave his mouth. You reach out to touch him, but he flinches, pulling away from you.

“No,” is all he says through gritted teeth.

You cannot touch me. You cannot make me feel better about this because I’ll have to feel worse about this, is what he wants to say.

“The fuckin’ asshole shot himself on the State Street bridge. I don’t-, you don’t get to make me feel better about this,” he snaps, his tone almost a warning.

“Fuck,” you sigh, sitting up straight and leaning towards him. He may not want your comforts, so you’re going to give your presence. He had asked you to come over after all, right? “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says, coldly.

His response is jarring, leaving an unsavory taste in your mouth. You understand that he’s just gotten the most unimaginable news, but it doesn’t sit right with that he’s taking it out on you either. Is that why he invited you over? To be his punching bag? Instead, you decide to pivot to crisis control-mode, hoping to remedy some of the animosity he’s harboring.

“Okay, well, I’ll call Kate and let her know that you can’t come in tonight, if that helps. Just so you don’t have to-,” you suggest.

“Why would you fucking do that?” he yells, snapping his head towards you as he finally turns towards you. You can see it in his eyes: how angry and devastated he is – at Michael, at what happened – and even though you know it’s not personal, it stings all the same.

“Because!” you shout back. “Carmy, you just found out-... something terrible. I just don’t think you should-.”

“Yeah, well you don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re not my mom and you’re not my girlfriend so,” he’s quick to retort, rebelliously.

You scoff at him, shaking your head in utter disbelief.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, Carmen,” you cut him off with a yell. You know he’s hurting, but this is where you draw the line. “I’m well aware that I am not your girlfriend, but I am your friend, and I care about you.”

You’re right.

He knows you’re right.

He knows he’s being a dick, but it’s like he can’t stop his own rage from spilling out sideways as yells:

“Well, if you don’t want to be here, then get out!”

“Stop it!” you cut him off, venom in your voice.

Carmy looks at you, his bloodshot eyes wide with utter despair.

“You called me, Carmy. So shut the fuck up and let me fucking help,” you lower your voice, bringing the confrontation between the two of you back down.

With his eyes fixed to the floor, his mind zoning out to numb the pain, he manages to get out, “I don’t want to-. I need to go to work tonight.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” you plead softly, yet firmly.

“Yeah, well, you don’t get to make that decision,” he dismisses.

He’s right. You don’t.

“Yeah, okay,” you sigh, giving in.

It’s a horrible idea – for Carmy to go into the restaurant – but you know he’s going to do it anyway.

“What can I do for you in the meantime?”

“I just-, I don’t think I can be alone right now,” he mumbles, averting his eyes once again. “Can you just like… sit here with me? Till we gotta go?”

“Yeah.”

The afternoon passes slowly, and you feel like the both of you have been lit on fire – only a matter of time before you burn his whole place down. As you’re getting ready to leave, Carmy sprints into the bathroom, emptying what little contents he has in his stomach into the toilet. You’d been aware that he’d been having some trouble – throwing up before work – but he’d refused to see a doctor. Another decision he’d made clear wasn’t yours to make. What you weren’t aware of was that it had gotten this bad.

Like you’d imagined, going into the restaurant had been a mistake. It hadn’t taken long for Carmy to blow up at a line cook, mid-shift, over an undercooked duck breast. Sure, it was a big mistake, but Carmy had sent the line cook home after making a very public example of them. After the event, Tim had urged Carmy to take a break, offering to expedite for a few, while you rushed him into the walk-in.

“Hey! You can’t do this shit. Not here. These people look up to you!” you chastise him.

“He’s a fucking idiot! How do you undercook a fucking-,” Carmy yells, his face twisted into a look of disgust.

“Carmy!” you shout, stopping him mid-sentence.

You both know this is not about the duck breast.

You share a moment of silence together, the cold of the walk-in leaving goosebumps on your skin. You lower your voice, a quiet and intentional demand leave your lips as you instruct:

“Listen, I’m going to give you five minutes to fuckin’ lose it in here, and then you’ve gotta pull it together and finish dinner service, okay?”

He nods in response, his lips pressed together in a thin, tight line. You watch him pace a few times, before he clutches at his chest, his breathing becoming more uneven.

This is why coming in had been the worst idea ever.

“Carmy, are you o-?" you start, genuinely worried about him. You feel like your head is spinning. Carmy is losing control and all you can do is watch.

He holds out a hand, as if to stop you from coming any closer, so reluctantly, you leave him to it, closing the door behind you. The sound of empty storage containers being thrown across the walk-in fills your ears, as you close the door to the walk-in behind you. You feel like your heart is caught in your throat and watching him go through this is more painful than you could’ve ever imagined. You take a deep breath before returning to your station, keeping your head down for the rest of the shift.

Dinner service is pure chaos as Carmy undulates from unbroken focus to volatile and unpredictable throughout making the evening hell for the rest of you. The tension is thick, and it’s as if everyone is walking on eggshells around him, more so than normal. By the time it’s over, you insist on walking Carmy home. You make a stop at your favorite deli near his apartment to pick up a quart container of matzo ball soup on the way.

“You gotta eat something,” you encourage, the silence in his apartment deafening.

You’re met with silence as he stares blankly at the table in front of him, his spoon dipped into the soup. Instead, you sit with him, watching him take a few sips of the broth, while the actual food in the soup goes untouched. He doesn’t have the stomach for it.

He doesn’t know if he has the stomach for this either.

All of this. Any of this.

You eventually give in, packing up the soup to put in the fridge for another day, even though you know he’ll probably just toss it when you leave. Just when you think it’s time for you to go, he stops you with the most tender touch to your arm, as he asks:

“Stay?”

His eyes are watery, and although he’s going to let himself cry yet, he looks more vulnerable than he’s looked all day. How could you say no?

“Yeah,” you agree.

You change into one of your favorite t-shirts of his and the pair of sweatpants that he always seems to give you as you get ready for bed. He doesn’t even wear them anymore, as if he knows they’ve become your favorite… as if they’ve just become yours. You spend the evening with the TV on, not talking, just sitting in each others’ company. You watch as he smokes a cigarette inside, stress-running a hand through his slicked back hair from his shift earlier.

Tonight feels heavy.

Tonight is heavy.

Before bed, you fill up a glass of water for him, before placing it on his bedside table. Carmy lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling, as you crawl into bed with him.

He’s too afraid to his close his eye, because if he closes his eyes he’ll picture it: the State Street bridge, Michael….

How could he? he thinks to himself, the bitter taste of betrayal welling up at the bottom of his throat.

You close your eyes, trying your best to fall asleep next to Carmy – something that feels like an impossible task when you can practically hear him thinking out loud beside you. Instead, the two of you just lay there, frozen in silence. You’re not sure how long you’ve been doing it for when you feel Carmy shift closer to you.

He turns to you so tenderly, practically folding himself into your body, earning the smallest gasp of surprise from you. You’ve never seen him like this as he buries his face into your chest, his body shaking against yours. It’s then that you realize he’s crying, and you know it’s highly likely that this is the first time he’s cried since he heard the news.

“Carm?” you whisper, unsure if he wants you to acknowledge it or not.

“Carmy.”

But he doesn’t respond. He just cries.

So you let him.

“I’m so sorry, Carm. I’m so sorry,” you whisper, over and over again.

You stroke his hair, wanting nothing more than to ease the pain of your best friend, but you know there isn’t much you can do. Instead, you let him cry, running your fingers along his scalp and through his delicate curls, desperate to give him any kind of comfort you can. This is breaking your heart. You fight the tears coming to your eyes because this is so not about you right now.

Carmy’s body shakes against yours as he finally lets go, surrendering to the huge waves of pain and grief that crash and pull him under. He feels like he’s being taken under a riptide, never to see the surface again. He knows he’s been wildly unfair to you and as he weeps against your body and he’s not sure what he’s done to deserve someone like you.

Someone who chooses to say, even when he’s being a dick.

Someone who cares enough to fight with him.

Someone who cares for him like this.

When he finally looks up at you with bloodshot eyes and swollen lips, all he can think to do is to kiss you.

It catches you off guard as he surges forward, pressing his lips against yours, that for a moment, you let him.

But reality hits and you’re afraid he’s gotten too carried away, swept up in a moment of grief.

“Carmy, stop it. You’re not-, you’re not okay right now,” you murmur, pushing him away.

He leans his head against your chest again with a sigh, letting out another sob, almost as if he’s given up on the idea. You feel like he’s put you in an impossible position. You’d have been lying if you said you didn’t want to – hadn’t thought about kissing him before – but this felt wrong. He was vulnerable, and you know you’ll both regret it in the morning.

“I’m sorry, Carm,” you apologize quietly. “I just feel like-, well I’d feel like I'd be taking advantage. I don’t think we should.”

His silence only makes you more nervous, beginning to over explain yourself.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I-, I do. I just… I don’t want you to regret it because… because you’re upset right now and cause you more-.”

“Please,” is all he says, cutting you off mid-sentence. With the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the sun, the moon, and you hang the stars, you’re not sure how to say no.

Carmy leans in to kiss you once more before whispering mere inches away from your lips:

“Please.”

He presses his lips against yours again, immediately regretting his past self for not doing this sooner. He’s never tasted anything sweeter than you, and the way you kiss him back seems to bring all thoughts flooding his brain to a halt.

In between kisses you manage enough self control to stammer out, “Are you- are you sure? Is this really what you-?”

“Yes,” he replies, as if it’s a declaration.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. Just-, please,” he pleads, murmuring your name into the soft kisses he begins to leave across your collarbone. “Just wanna feel good.”

“Just wanna feel good,” he repeats.

You surrender, letting go of your own ambivalence as you focus on the way his lips feel against your skin. It’s then that you realize what absolute fucking idiots the two of you had been for the past few years by ignoring this thing between the two of you. For a moment, you’ll tear down the walls, the rigid boundaries that you’ve kept to help you compartmentalize your relationship with Carmy.

There’s no possibility of hiding from it when his body feels this good so close to yours.

The truth is that you are fully, wholly, and stupidly in love with each other.

“Yes,” you parrot.

With your confirmation, his mouth is back on yours, as you’re pulling him on top of you, deeper into your shared passionate liplock. He wonders why he’s denied himself the pleasure of having you, for this goddamn long. His tongue slides against yours, a tender hand moving up to cup your face. The way his name sounds tumbling out of your mouth sends him into a frenzy. It feels absolutely intoxicating and he can’t get enough.

Carmy’s hands begin to wander, fingertips sliding at an experimental pace underneath the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. You shudder against his touch, gasping as you anticipate where this is going.

Carmy raises his head to look at you, not sure if it’s a good thing or not.

“This okay?” he asks you, concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah,” you nod, giving him permission. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” he whispers.

And then he’s kissing you again, dragging calloused fingertips up and down your torso underneath the shirt, hesitantly making their way to where they’d like to be. You’re not wearing a bra, he realizes, as his fingertips find soft, supple skin at the rounded bottom of your breast. He follows the shape of it, before bringing a cautious palm up to grab hold of the fullness of your breast. You arch into his touch, encouraging him further. Carmy takes his time exploring your body, giving you the lightest touch as his fingertips graze your nipple.

“Can I take this off?” he questions, only willing to move forward if you say yes.

You nod, breathlessly, “Please.”

You watch as he sits up, pushing the hem of your shirt up over your breasts, revealing your bare body to him. He has to hold back a groan, swallowing hard.

Carmy stops what he’s doing, in pure awe of you, as he marvels at you. He can’t believe this is real: that you’re here, laying in his bed, allowing him to do the things he thought could only live in his head.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” are the words that tumble out of his mouth and you think you may cry.

“Touch me,” you whisper desperately, begging him to come back to you.

“Touch me, Carmy.”

Carmy lays his body over yours, and you spread your legs wider, allowing him to fit perfectly between them. He begins to roll his hips against yours as he returns his attention back to your bare breasts. He drags his fingertips over your erect nipples, following his touch with his mouth.

He practically groans as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, earning a strangled whine from you as his hot, wet mouth engulfs you.

“Carmy,” you moan, arching into him.

He’s rolling his hips against your clothed core on pure instinct, as he takes his time, now exploring unfamiliar territory with his lips and his tongue. You find a good rhythm as he continues to drag his mouth over you, grinding your hips into his underneath your remaining clothes. He’s surprisingly good at this – something you hadn’t expected considering he’d let you know he didn’t have much experience when it came to dating. You assumed that that meant sexually as well.

As Carmy moves to your other breast, you feel one of his hands snake under the elastic waistband of your sweatpants, lifting his hips so he can feel you. You know you’ve soaked through your cotton panties from the anticipation, and it goes right to his dick as he feels just how wet you are. He doesn’t have much experience with this, but he’s seen in porn. He begins to rub circles across your clothed core, while he busies his mouth with exploring your other breast.

But he’s not quite where you want him.

“Wait,” you say, stopping him.

Had he just gotten caught up in the moment?

Did you not want to go this far?

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks you, a concerned tone in his voice.

“No,” you’re quick to reassure him, shaking your head. “No, I just-.”

Instead of explaining, you reach down to grab his hand, guiding him just a little higher up to your clit. He presses the rough pad of his index finger against it, finally touching you where you need him, gasping to let him know that he’s found the right spot. His eyes are locked on you, watching your face change as the new spot you’ve shown him brings you more pleasure than he could’ve imagined.

He practically groans into your mouth when he hears the way you whine his name, and he swears he’ll do anything to hear you say it again.

“There?” he asks you, rubbing tight circles across your clit.

“Yes,” you pant, growing wetter with every touch.

Carmy pulls away just for a moment, daring to touch you underneath your panties. You’re so wet for him, and he thinks he may lose his mind as he slides his index finger in between your folds curiously.

“Take them off,” you practically demand.

“Hm?” he hums, lost in the way you look at him with hooded lids and pupils blown out with pure desire.

He’s never been this guy.

The guy that gets the girl.

He never knew he could feel like this guy, but here you are, begging him to undress you.

“I said take them off,” you repeat yourself, more desperate this time. You take a lighter approach with what you say next, the smallest giggle in your voice. “And while you’re at it, we gotta get you naked too.”

“Yeah,” he says, with the kind of conviction he’d say ‘heard’ with.

He’s stripping off his shirt, and you’re sliding your pants and underwear off with him.

“I have a condom in my emergency kit,” you say, the both of you busy shedding your clothes.

“Yeah?” he asks you, relieved to hear it. He hadn’t thought that far yet.

“Yeah, hold on,” you reply, getting up from the bed.

Carmy thinks he may pass out as he watches you stand, giving him a full view of your naked body. You disappear only for a moment, before returning with the small emergency kit you always keep in your backpack. It’s equipped with all the ‘just-in-cases:’ tampons, panty liners, safety pins… condoms. You pull out a single condom before returning to the bed. Carmy’s kneeling on the bed, and you mirror his body language, doing the same.

“What would you like to do?” you inquire softly.

As turned on and hot for him as you are, you want to make sure that he still wants to do this. He finds himself surprised at your question, not sure how to answer it.

“Think we can just pick up where we left off?” he asks you.

“Yeah,” you reply.

You place the condom down beside you on the bed, before leaning in to press your lips against his again. He inhales as you kiss him, his tongue immediately sliding against yours as one of his hands goes to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. He’s surprised as you pull away from him, beginning to leave hot, open mouthed kisses down his neck, his chest, and he hisses in anticipation as run your hands down his muscular abdomen, following with your mouth.

“Hold on, I uh-,” he stutters out, as he anticipates where you’re going with this.

You pause, sitting up tall as you kneel, your body across from his.

“I just uh… if you do that, I don’t know if I’ll last long,” he admits, a blush running across his cheeks.

“Yeah, no. Totally cool,” you reassure him, before crashing your lips against his once again.

As you tangle your tongues together once again, Carmy begins to lead you down towards the bed, pushing you back, and climbing on top of you. He still has his sweatpants on, so you begin to bring your hands down to them. He hisses as you cup his rock hard erection, pleasantly surprised by what you feel.

“Wanna take these off?” you ask in between kisses.

“Yeah,” Carmy nods, sitting up for a moment.

You wait with baited breath as he strips his sweatpants off, wondering if he’s as thick as he feels. You’re practically pulsing, squeezing around nothing as you finally see him, Carmy, your best friend, fully naked.

God, he’s beautiful.

How had you not noticed how physically attractive he was?

It’s not that you hadn’t noticed. It’s that you hadn’t let yourself think about it.

You reach over to where you left the condom, handing it to him. Carmy takes it, a blush running across his cheeks as he rolls it on, still in disbelief that you’re about to do this. He returns to you, laying his body over top of you as you space for him once again between your legs. He’s hesitant to give you his full bodyweight as he gives you a long, passionate kiss. And before he knows it, you’re reaching down to stroke him, and he’s thrusting into your hand, his breath becoming heavier and heavier.

You feel him as he presses his tip against you, rubbing it up and down before pushing into you. You both gasp as he gives you shallow thrusts, testing the waters, thrusting deeper into you with each one.

He pauses, exhaling as he’s fully inside of you. You’re pulsing around him, practically causing him to lose his mind with the way you feel alone.

“Fffffuck, you feel good,” he moans, trying not to cum right then and there.

He begins giving you shallow, hesitant thrusts, unsure of himself. He wants to make you feel good. And he’s also terrified that this is going to end before it’s even properly started.

Carmy stops again, pausing within you.

“Sorry, I just-.”

“No, it’s okay. Take your time.”

He’s nervous. You can tell he’s nervous and that he’s trying not to cum.

“How about… I take control?” you suggest, hesitantly. “And that way, if you need me to stop we can um… well, you can just tell me.”

“Uh… yeah,” he agrees with a nod. “Sure.”

Clumsily, the two of you switch positions, making sure he knows you’re okay with this. As he lies on his back, staring up at you, you straddle his hips, giving him the smallest smile. You reach down, guiding him into you once again. You gasp as he fills you, his thick cock stretching you, especially in this position. Carmy’s hands go to your hips as he watches you take him.

“You feel really good too, Carm,” you finally say, your hands moving to his chest to brace yourself as you begin shifting your hips forward and back at the most unbearably slow pace.

Carmy thinks he must be dreaming as he watches you ride him. His hands slide over your hips, wrapping around your body so that he can touch your butt. He’s practically digging the pads of his fingers into your hips as you begin moving over him at a faster pace.

“Shit… you’re really good at this,” he groans, as you lean down to kiss him.

You giggle against his lips, and whatever thoughts he has in his head disappear. Carmy begins thrusting up into you, his hands on your hips encouraging you to move a little faster as you kiss him. You’re moaning his name, whining as you feel every single inch of his cock slide against your walls, becoming more and more breathless by the minute. Your gasps turn into moans, getting higher in pitch as you go. His hands are guiding your hips, taking some control back as you grind against each other.

“Carmy,” you cry out as he thrusts his hips hard into you. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” he asks. You nod, breathless, as you bury your face into his chest.

He holds your hips down, pinning you down against him as pushing his hips into yours.

“You wanna switch?” he asks, breathless. “Can I-?”

“Please,” you reply eagerly.

You switch positions once more, and as Carmy guides himself into you again, you can tell he’s much more confident than last time you’d found yourself in this position. You wrap a leg around his waist and he holds you there, beginning to move his hips against yours again. He works his way up to a rapid pace, his face turning red as he does, and you’re writhing underneath his body, whispering the dirtiest things into his ear with every single thrust.

“Holy shit, Carmy. You feel so goddamn good too,” you praise him. “God, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah?” he manages to get out in between grunts.

“Yes. Please let me cum,” you beg him, as he hits that spot inside of you, earning another loud cry.

“Don’t stop.”

He’s surprised to learn that he likes it when you beg as he tangles his fingers with yours, pinning you down so that he can fuck you. With your hand in his, so close to your climax, you let slip:

“I thought about this too. I’ve wanted this for so long too, Carmy.”

“Fuck,” he howls as he drives into you, his sole purpose to earn more praise from you. To hear you cry out his name. To give you what you’ve been begging for.

You angle your hips upward so that he can go even deeper, hitting all the way to the back of you. You’re grasping at his back, his arms, his biceps, hanging onto any piece of him that you can as he shudders, letting out the most guttural sounds. You’re squeezing around him, as he takes you to your high. The feeling of you cumming, squeezing around him like your life depends on it drive him wild, and he’s fucking you through it, the feeling of your orgasm bringing him to his.

As you finally come down, you pull Carmy in for a searing kiss.

“Holy shit, Carm,” you say, breathlessly.

“Yeah,” he pants against your lips.

Even if just for tonight, all feels right in the world.

This feels right.

The light of day is sobering. Before Carmy’s even had a chance to open his eyes, the events of the day before come flooding in, running in vicious circles around his mind: the phone call from Sugar, Richie screaming at him… and then….

Fuck.

He’d crossed the line with you.

He doesn’t know whether to be mad at himself or devastated that he fucked up, considering he’s sure as hell not going to let himself feel anything about Mikey yet.

Michael.

Michael’s dead.

And he might’ve done the one thing he swore he wouldn’t do – the one thing that he’d been afraid of: that he might just lose you.

As you stir in bed next to him, slowly blinking your eyes open, you turn over on your side. Carmy’s sitting on the edge of the bed and you can see Carmy’s stuck in his head. While you’d let yourself surrender to whatever that was last night, you knew today was different.

“Hey,” is all you say, hugging Carmy’s bed sheets closer to your naked body.

“Um… listen. We don’t have to-,” you begin, searching for the right words. “Let’s just forget about this, okay? I don’t-. You’ve got a lot going right now and-.”

You take a breath. You know the two of you can’t be together right now, even after your revelation last night.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Carmy swallows, fighting back the emotions that begin to swell in his chest.

He feels sick to his stomach.

But he doesn’t want to do this in front of you.

“Yeah, no. We can… we can just forget it,” is all he gets out, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“You sure?” you question.

He takes a beat before answering:

“I don’t want to lose you either.”

And even with the declaration you’d made – the promise to forget since neither of you could afford to lose each other – things had become different. In the weeks following, your communications with Carmy were less than normal. While you understood he was processing, grieving, he’d withdrawn from you, and it hurt more than you had the words for.

You’d check in, making sure he knew you were here for him if he needed to talk. But he put his head down, working night after night at the restaurant, cold, stoic, and checked out. You worried about him. And you also knew that you both needed some space from each other.

Some days you regret it – sleeping together – and other days, you don’t. You think that maybe everyone had been right about the two of you all along – that this had been inevitable. But it happened under the worst timing, the worst circumstances and you miss your best friend. You wish, in some ways, that two of you could just go back to normal.

read: chapter five

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odiesdayoff · 6 months

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Trust Your Instincts

pair: Jaime Reyes x fem!reader

summary: Post-graduation, your childhood friend seems to be ignoring you. Once he shows up, secrets are revealed, voluntarily or not.

warnings: SMUT (18+++ MINORS DNI); begins as like pretty dubious, but turns into both parties consenting. Really thin line here, they do have a mutual attraction and explicitly say that they want it.

im gonna be so real i saw an ad for this and started writing...lol. Haven't seen BB at the time of writing this a while ago! Characters are prob inconsistent. i just have like a severe mask kink.

honestly this is unfinished, but i know in my heart I will never get back to it no matter how many times I say it lol. Imagine what happens next teehee.

“He’s not coming?” You brought the towel from over your shoulder and continued to dry the plates as Jaime’s mother handed them to you. Lunch was over and you were excited to see your best friend, but he was awol.

She gave you a sympathetic look as she handed you another clean plate. “I’m sorry, mija. He’s been acting strange ever since he got back. I know he misses you.”

You nodded and placed the towel on the counter. There’s no way he could possibly just up and abandon you after all this time. The two of you had been best friends since the first grade and even though he went all the way to Gotham City for college and you stayed in Texas, you were still close as ever. At least you think so.

“Well, I’ve gotta go. Thank you for the lunch, you know how much I adore your cooking.” You brought her into a hug and she kissed your cheek. She was like a second mom to you. All of Jaime’s family was basically your own. It took this long for them to stop the teasing about you getting together.

It had been months since Jaime allegedly returned to Texas and yet, he hasn’t reached out to you. Not by phone or in person, no matter how much you tried to talk to him. It felt worse than any breakup you’d gone through. Usually, he was the shoulder for you to cry on.

A loud crash woke you up. It was around two in the morning. In your flannel pajama pants and a black tank top, you ran into your living room to see what happened. There was a large hole where your door should have been and laying on the floor was Jaime.

Your hand flew to your mouth and knelt down to him. His curls stuck to his forehead from sweat and his chest rapidly rose and fell. “Get away! Please, get away!” He pushed you away, yelling and borderline whimpering.

There was something wrong with him and you weren’t just going to do what he told you. “Jaime, please just tell me what’s going on. You’re not okay.” You pushed his hair from his face only to see the fear in his eyes as he looked at you.

He flipped to his back and crawled until he hit the wall, his body colliding into it. Another dent appeared. Chips of drywall fell on him. “I’m…gonna call an ambulance, okay?”

You pulled out your phone, but before you could even unlock it, it was no longer in your hand. Jaime, now fully covered in a blue suit of armor, crushed it in his hand. “Oh my god.”

He dropped the phone and shook his head. “I don’t control it. It controls me. I promise you.” His voice was slightly distorted due to the helmet he had on.

“Okay, so can’t you call, like, Batman or something?” If this were a normal situation, you know that he would’ve laughed.

He held your shoulders. “I need you to get away. Right now.”

You shook your head. “I’m not gonna leave you like this.”

A robotic voice came from the suit, saying your full name and society security number. Jaime started to shake his head frantically and tried to step away from you. The suit disagreed.

The suit trapped you against the counter. “Please stop!” Jaime yelled. His helmet popped open to reveal his face, still scared. “I’m so sor-” The suit didn’t let him finish, instead it pushed him towards you. His lips crashed into yours.

You felt guilty kissing back. It wasn't either of your volition, but the teenage version of yourself was screaming and frolicking in a field of flowers just to be kissing him.

The robotic voice returned, louder now. “It is my duty to keep you healthy. Sexual health is one of those aspects.” The suit retracted more, pulling his shirt and jeans from his body. He was left in his boxers, staring at you. It continued. “I know you have a crush on her. Don’t be a pussy.”

His eyes widened and his cheeks grew red. “Is that true?” He sheepishly nodded.

You bit your lip. “It’s true for me, too.”

#jaime reyes x reader #blue beetle x reader #blue beetle #odiesdayoff

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eddiemunsonhotgf · 1 year

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hi! just had a thought about eddie calling you cupcake during sex and i asked if anyone wanted me to elaborate and 2 people said yes ~~ i know! a lot *giggles* but it was enough for me to keep going! so here it is 🎀 enjoy bbs! tw ~~ smut.

"my little cupcake can't take it anymore? aww" eddie says swiftly with a pout forming on his face while he pounds relentlessly into you. the pink, floral-paper room decorated with anything heart-shaped being filled with filthy noises - his cock slamming into you with no mercy, his balls hitting your skin, and also, your whining and crying noises.

"daddy- can't!" "'s too much, can't" eddie lets out a dark but light chuckle out of his gritted teeth.

"look at you, aren't you a big girl? takin' my cock so well- shit. your cunt 'so tight, princess" he never lets his eyes leave yours, the best view for him was to be able to see you face when you actually couldn't take it anymore.

"stay with me, baby. wna see you cum again. i know you've got one more in you. come'on dollface." he nodded while he was deep inside your gaze - and hole -, his pleading look, some sort of magical spell he was getting into. he swore to himself and god that the first time you guys would do anything sexual, he would be gentle ... and there he is: having absolutely no mercy with your tightening cunt that was aching for another orgasm.

"can't- i can't, eds. too much- gotta pee. please" you plead through glassy eyes looking deep into his. cheeks all flushed because even though he's ruining you and stretching you open, maintaining eye contact seems so personal.

"fuck- you're so tight. surprises me that your cunt sucks me in so fucking well after all the times i've fucked her. she's so hungry for me, isn't she cupcake?" he mocks. pouty lips and sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead. his stamina was out of this world, but what truly kept him going was your walls tightening around his girthy cock. he couldn't take it anymore but was willing to pass out if this was the last thing he saw right before he did.

"it tingles, daddy. 's too much." he graverly loved pushing you to the edge, testing your limits. even more when he was inside of you because, even though this was sexual, he profoundly knew that you will submit to him no matter what context - sexually and non-sexual - & let him do whatever he wanted to do to you. he loves you so much and needs to take care of you after all. so that's what he was doing at this moment. taking care of you by being deep inside your guts.

"yes you can, princess. give it t' me" he mumbles something else right after that but you can't really hear him due to the overwhelming sensation of an intense orgasm creeping up. just as he feels you tightening around him, he goes "alright, there's my good girl. knew you could do it, angel. wnna cum?"

as quickly as your orgasm was approaching you, you quickly nodded with your head. after that, he immediately stopped and you were muddled.

"tsk tsk" he clicks his tongue while he denies your actions with his head. "words, baby. good girls use words. or are you a dummie?"

"wnna cum, sir. please- 'm gonna cum" just at the moment that, he returns to his rapid pace and brings the thumb of the hand that was holding your hips down to the mattress to your puffy and sore clit.

"aww, there she is again. such a good and smart girl for daddy." immediately after these words left his mouth, your release was being achieved. but it didn't stop him, although it made him gradually slow down his rhythm until he was satisfied. eddie decided to interrupt your thoughts after giving you a sweet peck on the lips asking about how you were doing to which you replied with a pure smile and tired doe eyes.

"nevermind cupcake, gotta go clean you up. stay with me, okie dokie? i'll just grab a towel and some munchies for you. love you, angel. did s' good for me today." forehead kisses were a big part of eddie's aftercare.

also! this is rly short, hasn't been proofread yet and i made this in a rush so plz bare with me. love u love u!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #perv!eddie #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #quick thoughts!#smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson imagine

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spidernuggets · 3 months

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i gotta know, whats your opinion on the orange peel theory with jason, would he peel an orange for reader? i personally think its hilarious

That's actually a good question. Absolutely NO DOUBT i thought about Jason Todd whenever a new relationship theory goes viral on tiktok.

When I first saw the orange peel theory, I couldn't really remember, but it was very angsty, either the guy died or stopped hanging out with his gf and went out with another girl.

BUT. With our fave broken bb boy, Jason Peter Todd, whether he died or not, I don't see him as a big social media person. Otherwise, I believe he refuses to use TikTok. But somehow, SOME FUCKING HOW, he knows everything that is viral. Probably has been told or overheard a convo by Tim or Steph.

But when you find the recent "orange peel theory" trend, Jason is your first thought. And there is no way he's seen it or heard about it yet.

So you go grab an orange and head towards Jason. You're all like, "Jay!!!!!! Can you peel this for me, pretty please?" Jason's reading a book or something, stops what he's doing and is like... yeah okay.

You're like mentally cheering, like, "yass! Healthy relationship confirmed!" Of course, you know your relationship is happy and healthy, but sometimes it doesn't hurt to try new trends.

But you abruptly stop when Jason is calling out, "You don't need me to peel an orange for you to know that I love you. You know that, right?"

And you're like awww. But also, how the fuck did he know?? You only saw the trend like 2 seconds ago!!

Let's be real, whether or not it's for a trend, when Jason would love someone, he'd do ANYTHINGGGG for them. Peeling an orange is just one of those lottle things.

If you slip and accidentally murder someone, Jason would willingly take the blame for you.

But I think Jason would peel an orange for you AND partake in any other of these couple trends just to make you happy

#jason todd #jason todd is my life #red hood #jason todd x reader #titans jason todd #dc titans #i love jason todd #jason todd titans #red hood x reader #jason todd headcanon

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onetoomanyfandomfixations · 2 years

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Obey Me Brothers w MC Who Uses Pet Names Without Thinking

Lucifer

If you have the balls to start calling this demon pet names from the get-go I bow to thee

A brave soldier you are

It irks him endlessly if you aren’t close

But once you are? It’s just habit.

Will do the same to you.

But if it’s over excessive (e.g. light of my life, reason of being);

“what do you want”

Ngl he does Love those ones though, strokes his ego Massively

Will Not let anyone else call him such names

Favourites are ye olde ones like dearest and my love

Mammon

Bb will be so flustered

He will do Anything and Everything to get you to call him something cute

He basically worships you

His primary love language is words of affirmation but thats for a different post

“baby can you pass me the controller?”

Damn Right he’s your baby!!

Will occasionally call you cute nicknames, but you have to catch him when he’s feeling confident

But for the most part, you’re just his human, or some variation of your name

Gets upset when you use ‘his’ pet name on others.

He’s your baby okay >:(

Leviathan

Does Not Cope

Doesn’t think you’re talking to him, no matter how long he’s known you

He’ll never get used to it okay

And he would Die before he called you anything

But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t adore it when you call him pet names

Call him beautiful. I dare you.

Watch the colour drain from his face and then watch it come back in a bright red 0.002 seconds later

I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually fainted the first time tbh

Also gets upset when you use ‘his’ pet name on someone else

But instead of getting grumpy like Mammon, he’s just sad

Pls reassure him :(

Satan

Catches him off guard

But he thinks it’s cute

He doesn’t necessarily understand it, but he finds it endearing

Will match your energy

“Excuse me honey”

But Will Not let it escalate to Anything vaguely romantic until he gets verbal consent

King behaviour 💕

You called him an angel once, as an offhanded thanks

He didn’t know whether to glare or laugh

Asmodeus

FINALLY

Someone to match his energy!

Ngl he thinks that you’re flirting at first

But he’s fine when you explain that you’re not

He finds it kind of refreshing that y’all can call each other cute shit w/o accidentally falling in love

((I hc that he feels guilty whenever he rejects anyone that genuinely falls in love w him, instead of just infatuated))

Y’all use Every pet name under the sun

Darling, babe, wifey/hubby, lovely, you name it

Sometimes you get into competitions to see who can come up with the most disgustingly affectionate nicknames

Will ironically call you shnookums

He can’t stop now, send help

Beelzelbub

Ngl it confuses him

Like it’s nice and all, but what 😀

“Aww thanks Beel, you’re such a peach!”

What

What does that mean

Now he wants a peach

What do you mean there aren’t any in the house

Now you gotta go shopping with him

Doesn’t call you nicknames unless you explicitly ask him to, and then pick one out

Just,, doesn’t get it

Belphagor

why though

why call people nice things when you can simply be a nuisance

Doesn’t get it, but in the opposite way that Beel doesn’t get it

But he feels special when u call him a pet name

Strokes his ego, similar to another certain brother of his

Not that he’d ever admit it

“Hey bubba, how was your nap?”

Swoons

But he will never do the same

Alas, he is but a Bastard

Probably insults you in return (but lovingly)

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a-detraque-barista · 1 year

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Yandere Tamaki Headcanon 💜 🖤🐙

Even more gentle than izuku

Dont come for me

This bb boi is too shy to even acknowledge you at first

With his intense stares while working up the courage to talk to you, it males you feel like he hates you

So you try not to bother him whenever you can

But it seems you’ve been noticing him wherever lately

You just brush it off giving Tamaki free reign to watch you from a far

One of the best stalkers out of the bunch once he gets the hang of it

We all gotta start somewhere

Tamaki will be content with just stalking you for a while but once he sees you laughing with your friends and locking hands or arms

“Why can’t Y/n-chan do that with me?”

He’ll practice talking to you at home to his mirror

But whenever his mind goes to you his face explodes with a deep red blush

Keeps ice packs ready for when his face gets unbearably hot

This bb gets insecure after he’s practiced for the hundredth time

What if he’ll never be able to talk to you 🥺

You’ve noticed him following you because he was working up the courage to talk to you

So you stopped but he hadn’t looked up from the ground until he walked into you

Poor Tamaki just becomes a blushy sputtering mess

Finally looking into your eyes made him unbelievably calmer

“You wanna explain why you’re following me?”

Tamaki has a plan in mind tho

“You dropped your phone”

Checking your pockets you realized that the one he was handing you was really yours

You don’t remember hearing it drop tho

Shrugging, you say thanks and continue your way down the street

He’ll call you Bunny from now on

As he pickpockets you so you have to interact to him

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via-l0ve · 10 months

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Could I request general two-bit and dallas (seperate) smut headcannons if that's okay ^^

a/n: I LOVE HEADCANNONS!!! you ask and i shall deliver. 🫶🏻

warnings: honestly just pure smut. Random gen. headcannons of Two-Bit and Dallas in bed! smut is under the cut. you’ve been warned!

Two-Bit Mathews:

def has a thing for mutual masturbation

i feel like he says stuff like “my pretty little slut.” or “Taking me so well, baby girl/boy”

sometimes if he’s just so desperate for a fuck and he dosent have a lot of patience he’ll just slide your panties to the side and pound into you

drunk sex happens because my boy is SO touchy when he’s drunk :((

i feel like he’s lowkey into cockwarming

“jus’ slide it in baby.. oh fuck.. jus’ like that.”

moaning in ur mouth when you guys are making out 😩

did someone say hair pulling kink bc i heard it

if he’s giving you head and you pull his hair-

he’s making you cum like 4 times. sorry bb

will almost get you to cum and then stop and you gotta beg the man to keep goin

likes missionary and when you ride him

he likes doing it in cars 🤷‍♀️

i feel like he’d literally brag to Steve about it💀 but if that was something you were uncomfy with he would stop when he knew

i feel like he’s down to try just about anything tbh

he takes aftercare seriously and always wants you to get a drink of water

he seems like the type to doordash food afterwards or take you to a drive in and you guys just eat and chill

but he also loves to just cuddle and hold ya afterwards.

says “i love you” a LOT

I feel like he wants to know he’s doing good

DIRTY TALK.

“so good for me baby. taking my cock like this. fuck.. what a good girl/boy.”

“y’feel so good on my cock… i can never get enough of ya.”

Dallas Winston:

Spit kink !

spits on his fingers before driving them into you or will make you taste yourself on his fingers afterwards.

if you’re giving him head and you gag around his cock - his soul will ascend to the heavens

throat fucking you is like heaven to Dallas

LOVES teasing you in front of the guys without them knowing

you both cuddling under blankets and talking to the gang while he rubs your clit and fingers you

“you gotta keep quiet, doll. cant have them knowin’ what were doin’, huh?”

calls you a lot of nicknames

loves it when you moan his name

he loves cumming inside you or on your chest

whether you have big tits or a flatter chest, whether you’re male or female, dosent matter. Dallas will finish on your chest and he will take a mental photo of what that looks like to jack off to.

BEGS you to take pics in lingerie (or nude) so he can have ‘em to jerk off to if you’re not there.

bondage kink too

i think he’d like to restrict you to a bedpost and throat fuck you or have you suck his cock while he’s all tied up <3

he’d be willing to sub but he would rather be a dom

He would sub on some days though

if you’re into smoking weed i can imagine high sex happening

he’d never force you into stuff

Feelin like he’s got a little slapping kink

slaps your ass or your face (gently, and with consent!!) when you’re going rough

OVERSTIM.

he gets hard from js thinking about overstimulating you until you’re a crying mess, begging for a release.

“no, not yet baby. i know you can take one more. one more for me, yeah?”

multiple orgasms

he can be gentle if that’s what you want but i think he def likes to go rough a lot too.

he does aftercare, makes sure you’re hydrated and comfortable but saves most of the talking for the morning after.

i also feel like he’d take your panties off with his teeth 🤭

#dallas winston #dallas winston smut #two bit mathews #two-bit mathews smut #the outsiders imagines #smut #thank you sm for this request #love u mwah

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ninebluehearts · 1 year

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flirty whiskey hopelessly in love with a shy reader

AWwwWWWw, okay bb

Sorry this took so long babes-

Also, I'm soo using the quote in this-

-------------------------------------------------------

You sat at the bar as you watched your friends dance with random men, nursing a blue Hawaiian. Now, most people would be lonely sitting by themselves while their friends had fun without them, but you? You loved it.

People watching was one of your favorite hobbies. Seeing people all dressed up and dancing, having the time of their lives after a long day made you really happy. It was almost like watching a live show.

And your favorite character of the night was sitting in the corner, sipping on what seemed to be a whiskey on ice. You've been watching him since you got here, and you were honestly shocked he hadn't noticed your staring yet.

"Hey!" Your friend said as she hugged you; though it was more of her draping her body on top of yours than anything.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm tired. And I wanted to see you!" She sat on the seat next to you, asking the bartender for another shot of tequila.

You nodded, taking another sip from your drink. You glanced back at the corner of the room where the man had been sitting, noticing his disappearance.

You were honestly disappointed. Maybe in another lifetime you would've asked him out, or at the very least asked him for his name, but sadly, that would never happen in this one.

"My god, you have got to be the prettiest woman I've ever seen." A man said from behind you, a deep Southern accent evident in his tone.

You assumed he was talking to your friend, honestly used to it at this point.

"What's a handsome man like you doing here?" Your friend said, twisting her hair around her finger as she looked up at him, batting her eyelashes.

The man cleared his throat. "Respectfully ma'am, I wasn't talking to you."

You glanced behind you, making direct eye contact with the man from the corner. Shit-

You quickly turned your head back, staring down at your drink.

"Ugh, whatever, I've gotta piss anyway." Your friend said with a sigh, slightly slurring her words.

"I thought you wanted to go home?" You grabbed her hand, looking at her with panic in your eyes. Please don't leave me alone right now.

"Umm, no?" Your friend tugged her arm away, storming off towards the bathrooms, obviously offended.

"This seat taken?" The man asked, gesturing to the newly available seat.

You silently shook your head, keeping your eyes down.

"I'm Agent Whiskey, but you can call me Jack."

Agent? You wondered which agency he worked for. There had to be a million in Texas.

You responded with a simple nod.

Whiskey sighed, leaning in a bit closer. "Don't be shy, sugar. I saw you starin'."

Your eyes snapped up to look at him; so he had noticed?

Whiskey huffed out a laugh. "What? You thought I wouldn't notice a pretty girl starin' at me like that all night?"

"I'd hoped not." You mumbled, picking at a hang nail on your thumb.

Whiskey stood up, resting his arms on the bar as he leaned in close, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear. "Listen here baby, how would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I've got a six pack on ice and my roomies out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar."

Chills ran down your spine as blood rushed to your cheeks, your thighs squeezing together. "Excuse me?" You looked up at him, the smirk he had making it hard to maintain eye contact.

"You heard me. So, what'll it be, sugar? I ain't got all night."

"I don't know-"

"Hey now, don't listen to this." He said, gently poking your head. "But listen to this." Whiskey set his hand on your knee, slowly dragging it up your thigh.

You grabbed his hand, not enough to stop it, but enough to make you feel like you were in control. You were conflicted; the logical side of your mind was screaming for you to run away as fast as you could, but your heart?

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour and was practically begging for you to say yes.

"What about my friends? I can't just leave them."

"You didn't see them 'em slip out the door not even five minutes ago?" Whiskey asked, jabbing his thumb behind him towards the door.

"What?" You glanced around the room, your 'friends' nowhere in sight. "What the fuck." You mumbled, throwing back the rest of your drink.

"So?" Whiskey asked, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You looked up at him, a beautiful shade of crimson painted on your cheeks. Fuck it.

You sighed. "Okay."

#agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #agent whiskey fanfiction #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels #jack daniels fanfic #kingsmen golden circle fanficton #kingsmen #kingsmen golden circle #statesmen #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

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ips-northstar-official · 9 months

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So... It's the person from the hypothetical thing about the Balor. Here's the whole thing, as it is.

See, I'd just got done with a job along with my Lance: Things were great, I wound up seeing what happens when a Balor literally pulls itself back together from a front-row seat (spoiler alert: It was fucking awesome), and I wound up getting enough cash to do some... Acquisitions.

So! I decided to stop by a black-market scrapyard I knew about: Odd spot ran by an unshackled NHP everyone calls "Mamaw": She heard the term on an out-of-the-way planet, liked it, and decided to use it as an alias. Lotta people dump mechs that are too junked-out, expensive, or time-consuming to repair there: Wear-and-tear from a death-world, too much damage from a job gone horribly wrong, used for something horrible by a rich ass-hat... You name it, Mamaw's got it lying around there for resale and trade.

It's like a Flea Market for mech parts!

... And also maybe ship parts butlet'snottalkabouthat-

ANYWAYS. Stopped by to say "Hi!", ask around about any good deals, and she'd told me that she had pretty much just gotten in a Blackbeard from some salvage crews. I was interested, so she guided me to it.

When I tell you this mech was fucked, I mean it was Capital-F FUCKED. Missing a leg and both arms, any armor was molten slag, wiring was shredded, the works. According to Mamaw, somebody had let their Sekhmet-Class off the hook, ejected, and just ran away. Left 'em behind to fight while they fled for the hills.

The mech got damaged enough that the Sekhmet-Class couldn't move an inch more, and after the battle the Salvage teams moved in to do their job. So, imagine their surprise when the wreck they go to grab starts swearing the air blue at them. Just... Absolutely laying into them. Insults that I could not repeat in polite company, according to Mamaw. They tossed the whole mech off to her, she got the Sekhmet outta there with some conversation and offers of therapy, and everybody turned out pretty alright. She's apparently a very good underground fighter now.

Where was I? Ah, right! The Balor eating the Blackbeard.

So! I'm sitting there haggling the price with Mamaw, and she's making sure to get a good list of what I want off of the BB. Mid-conversation, she trails off while looking over my shoulder after we've finally got the price figured up and paid. I turn around, and my Balor's just... Eating the Blackbeard.

Greywash fully in effect, swarming the wreckage: It was like watching a swarm of locusts pull apart a 3-D puzzle. They'd find the weld-seams and bolts, pull 'em apart like a damn surgeon, pulled the whole chunks into the swarm, and then go back for seconds and thirds.

Weirdest part was, the Balor seemed almost... Gentle, as it worked. Held the parts it was pulling in almost reverently, and when the Blackbeard was down to just the framework and wiring, it picked it up and... hugged it. Held it, like a close friend instead of a meal.

And as it ate, it just got... Bigger. Went from standing with plenty of room in the warehouse we were sifting through to scraping the ceiling. And then...

VRRP. No more Blackbeard.

I turned back around to Mamaw, and she seemed pensive about the whole thing for a moment or two before she started smiling.

"A good eating young-'un, there. You take good care of them, you hear me?"

Well. I couldn't help but agree.

So, yeah: That's how my Balor hypothetically ate a Blackbeard. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go see somebody with a hypothetical Goblin to work on some hypothetical VPN-work. TTFN!

Ok so I’ve got corporate distracted for a bit so I can post this because letting this be my sole spoils of war here would be unfair to everyone on the Omninet

Also I’m gonna kick this down the road back to @horus-unofficial to please explain to me what’s going on with that Balor

That kinda sounds like it’s alive

Anyways back to standard corpro-posting love you guys

—the intern

#lancer rpg #lancerrpg

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mattsturnioloscasket · 2 months

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“it’s okay” (chris sturniolo)

in which: chris breaks up with his girlfriend and wont speak to anyone.

tw: crying hard ig idk, cursing, MY BB ALAHNA CHEATING. (she would never js for the story tho)

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y/n sat at her kitchen table eating strawberries. it was 11 PM and she was just now eating her so called “dinner”. it’s not ideal, but it’s at least something. suddenly, y/n gets a call from nick. y/n and the triplets had been friends since grade school. but there was no doubt that chris and y/n were always much closer. they shared most of the same interests and hung out with the same kind of people. y/n had thought nicks call was weird due to the fact that the triplets normally film on tuesdays.

y/n picks up anyways putting it on speaker. she grabs a strawberry from her bowl, popping it in her mouth.

“y/n?” nick calls, a clear tone of fright in his voice.

she sets down her strawberry stem, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of chris’s fresh love hoodie that she was wearing.

“nick? everything okay?”

“no, no it’s not. uhm chris called matt up crying a couple days and matt had to go pick him up from alahnas.”

“a couple days ago?! why didn’t you tell me? is he okay?” y/n asks, a tone of seriousness in her voice.

“no! or, we don’t think so. he hasn’t left his room, y/n. not even to come eat or film. alahna hasn’t talked to us either.” nick says. slight bickering between him and his brother matt were heard after for a few moments.

“y/n you gotta come over he’s not coming out of his room!” matt yells, loud enough so that y/n could hear. nick was pulling the phone farther away from matt so that she wouldn’t be able to hear. he really didn’t want her to leave her house at this time of night.

“matt she’s not gonna leave her hous-“

“i-im on my way” y/n hangs the phone up, abandoning her strawberries and slipping on her slippers. she grabs her keys from her counter, giving her cat a quick kiss on the head before running out the door to her car.

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y/n pounds on the triplets door, her keys rattling in her hands as she does so. she really hoped chris was okay. he was always there for her and showed up whenever she needed him. matt opens the door, an annoyed look on his face.

“jesus women! any louder?” y/n rolls her eyes, walking in and slipping off her slippers. she waves at nick in the living room and runs upstairs to chris.

y/n makes it to his door, knocking her knuckles against it.

no answer.

y/n opens the door, her heart breaking at chris’s state. covered in a blanket, sitting up on his bed. he looked as if he hadn’t slept nor eaten in days, he didn’t smell the best, and his room was just horrible.

y/n walks toward him slowly, taking a seat on his bed next to him.

y/n looks at chris as he dosent look back. he just looks down at his fidgeting fingers.

it not like he didn’t know it was her. he knew. he always knows. her vanilla scent, and coconut shampoo that smelled divine.

y/n places her hand on his to stop his fidgeting. he slowly looks up at her, making eye contact with her.

“it’s over, alahna and i, we’re over.” chris mumbles.

y/n felt her heart break for her best friend. he really did love alahna.

y/n sighs, pulling him into a hug. chris freezes, ultimately melting into it. his head is on her chest, his arms wrapped around her waist. y/n reaches down, holding him. he begins to sob, holding her still.

“it’s okay.”

chris sobs louder, pulling her closer if possible. y/n reaches down, running a hand through his brown locks. his sobs were like a stab to the heart.

“it’s.. n-not. s-she cheated on me.” chris says between loud gasps and sobs.

y/n bites her lip, trying not to tear up. she didn’t wanna make his situation worse.

“it’s o-kay.” y/n whispers, her voice cracking mid sentence from holding in her sobs.

chris shakes his head, continuing to sob.

“its all my fa-fault.” chris sobs, burying his face deeper into her chest. he holds onto her tightly, feeling as if he were to let her go, he’d never get her back.

“it’s okay.” y/n whispers, letting a quiet sob leave her lips.

“oh god i’m so sorry.” chris sits up from her chest, pulling her into a tight hug. he nuzzles his face in her shoulder, his painful sobs slightly muffled. he felt bad he made her cry, that’s wasn’t his intent. he just needed to talk to someone.

y/n hugs him back tighter, shaking her head.

“fuck them okay. fuck whoever made you like this.” y/n whispers in his ear, hugging him tighter.

chris sobs shaking his head.

“chris, chris” y/n whispers, pulling his head away from her neck. she holds his face in her hands, making eye contact with him.

god another stab to the heart.

chris looks at y/n tears and sobs still falling and coming out.

“look. you are worth so much. you never give yourself the credit you deserve.” y/n wipes some tears falling down chris’s face continuing to talk.

“i mean oh my fuck!, your chris sturniolo.” y/n giggles, still wiping his tears. chris slightly giggles to, his sobs dialing down.

“don’t waste your life crying over nobodies. nobody deserves your tears.” chris’s sobs had stopped but tears were still falling down his face.

chris ultimately nods, sniffling.

“you got it chris? fuck every body else. what matters is that you know this breakupwasn’t your fault”

chris nods. “it wasn’t my fault” he whispers.

y/n nods, smiling.

chris smiles back, pulling her into another hug.

“thank you.” he mumbles into his sweatshirt that she was wearing.

y/n nods, hugging him back.

“i love you, princess.” y/n’s heart dropped to her stomach as she formed butterflies.

PRINCESS??!!

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me after ghosting you guys for 2 weeks cs i got scared of getting viral:

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fluff #nathan doefluff #nathan doe #madi filipowicz #fluff #crying #sadnees

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chiffiorra · 1 year

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Forgive Me for This? Please?

Synopsis: Last minute presents aren't really his thing, but he had to make it up to you for forgetting such an important day in his eyes.

Pairings: Boyfriend!Chifuyu Matsuno x fem!reader

This Fic Contains the Following: Fluff, established relationship, Chifuyu's an idiot but he's your idiot, poor bb tries his best to make it up to you, Baji and Kazutora are so done with his nonsense and you are too

Note: part of The Valentine's Day Collab by the amazing @sleepysnk! i just had to join in and make one for my sweet boyfriend ❤️ hope y'all have a great valentine's day!

WC: 1,137

If any neighbor looked out of their window, they would be surprised to see a young man zooming as fast as he could to his place. Not only that, he was carrying a bouquet and a heart shaped box full of chocolates.

If they thought he was running late or forgot to get his valentine something for the holiday? Well, they wouldn't be far off.

Chifuyu forgot.

He forgot to get you a present and also forgot to take you out on a date like you two had discussed beforehand last week. While he was running back to your shared apartment, he was mentally praying that you wouldn't kill him.

He didn't mean to forget, he really didn't! He was just so caught up in working for the past few days until Baji and Kazutora reminded him of what day it was, that was when it had all exploded in his face.

"So Chifuyu, what are you and your girlfriend doing for today?" Baji had asked.

Chifuyu was a little confused as to what he meant. He stopped sweeping the area he was in, wondering what his long time friend meant. "Huh?"

Kazutora laughed, "You mean to tell me that you forgot what today is?"

Chifuyu was still lost, he was trying to comprehend just what in the world that his friends/coworkers were telling him. There was silence in the shop as Baji and Kazutora waited for him to take the hint. The latter started looking a little concerned that he wasn't getting it. At all.

Baji finally had enough and facepalmed himself, "Yo dumbass, today is Valentine's Day!" He exclaimed. Meanwhile Kazutora sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

Right after Baji's statement, your dear boyfriend dropped his broom in shock as he gasped, "Oh shit!"

A few passerbys heard his yell and looked into the shop through the window, confused by one of the men in said shop who looked horrified at the other two before shrugging off the scene and going about their own way.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Chifuyu ran to the break room to grab his jacket and keys before running out as fast as his legs could carry him, "Hope you guys don't mind closing the place, I really gotta go!" He blurted out as he sped away to his car. Thank goodness the shop was just closing up!

"You better hope she doesn't kill you when you get home!" Kazutora called out as he watched his friend start his car and drive off. Both he and Baji could only snicker as they watched Chifuyu drive away, possibly breaking a traffic law as he left.

"He's so dead."

While the other two men were snickering and laughing amongst themselves as they closed up the shop, Chifuyu panicked as he drove to the nearest flower shop. How could have he been so foolish to do this? For the past decade since you two had made it official, he never failed to wow you with whatever plan he came up with on this day. None of them were ever last minute, they were always crafted carefully sometimes by himself or he would have a friend help him out a little.

Until now. Boy oh boy, was he so dead.

Surely you would understand, right? He never meant to do this on purpose, this was the first time it ever happened after all. Maybe he was just overreacting and you would be cool with it after all? Or you wouldn't, and today would officially be the end for Chifuyu Matsuno because he forgot that today was Valentine's Day.

He really was an idiot, huh?

"Hopefully these would spare my life a little bit longer," he muttered as he rushed back to his car right after paying, there was no need for him to take any receipt.

Not only did he buy a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, he also got you a big box of chocolates. Luckily for him, said bouquet was the last one in stock and he counted his lucky stars that he made it before someone else decided to take them.

After unceremoniously tossing both in the passenger seat, he stepped on the gas pedal quickly as he quickly drove back home. But this time, he eased up on the speeding a bit. He really did not want to get pulled over when all he wanted to do was to go home to you.

As for you, you were staring out the window while sitting in your living room. As you got cozy on your couch, your mind began to wander: Where was Chifuyu? He was supposed to be here earlier so you could go out on the date you two were going to go on. He didn't forget, did he? That was a little worrying to think about.

You sighed as you leaned back and chose to turn on the TV to take your mind off of these thoughts. Perhaps he got caught up in traffic, that usually happens.

As you tried to tune in on the show that was currently airing, you heard your door unlock and watched it swing open to see your boyfriend run in. To your surprise, he had a large bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates in one hand. Well the box looked to be in good condition, as for the bouquet? A handful of the flowers seemed to have disappeared during his run. Hell, a trail of petals led from the door to the living room where he currently stood.

As you looked on in confusion, Chifuyu smiled sheepishly in return. "I forgot about what today was, and I'm so sorry! I swear it wasn't on purpose! I thought buying these would make it up to you," he said as you stood up from the couch.

As you walked over to him, he began to sweat nervously as he handed you the gifts. As you took them in your hands, you only laughed in return. "I know you didn't mean to, baby."

He sighed in relief as you kept going, "While I am quite upset that you forgot, you're forgiven because it was an honest mistake that you tried making up for and I appreciate it a lot." You added, as you hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"I'm guessing it's too late for us to go out on that date after all, huh?" He asked, leaning into your hug.

"We can have dinner and a movie here, I'm just glad you're back." You responded, before leaving to grab a vase for the flowers.

Chifuyu was sure glad that he didn't completely screw this over and could tell the others that he was still alive after all. Looks like today wasn't going to end horribly after all.

#candy uploads 🍭#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu matsuno x reader #matsuno chifuyu #matsuno chifuyu x reader

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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All That Matters

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader (with hints of Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x fem!reader)

Fic Type: One-Shot

[Moon Boys Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Summary: You’re on your period. Luckily for you, you have the best boyfriend in the world.

A/N: Is this a little self-indulgent? Maaaaaaybe. Do I care? Not particularly… Whoever it can help, the better! Thanks to @lovely-cryptid (who gave me the Mr. Knight line. >:3) and @marc-spectorr for letting me bounce this idea off them!

Rating/Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Minors DNI, mild smut, fingering, dry humping, period sex, mention of pregnancy/getting pregnant, fluffy fluff, too many Star Wars references and I-love-yous for me to count oop—

Blood was, almost quite literally, everywhere when you woke up. Steven had just washed the sheets, too, and you’d spent yesterday evening giggling and tickling each other in a cuddle-fest as you made the bed. Goddamn Mother Nature. Why couldn’t humans be, maybe, like ducks, who re-absorb the unused pillow in the uterus? But. No. It’s gotta fucking shred off painfully in a mini-birth with mini-contractions once a month for the rest of your life.

Crippling cramps seized up in your lower stomach, running into your back and up into your chest and down your legs like a bitch. You were crying, but, also very pissed off. Steven just changed those fucking sheets.

You managed to slowly make your way to the bathroom. You washed off, changed clothes, and put on a pad before changing the sheets again achingly slowly and in tears. When it was finally over— not very neatly at all— you climbed into bed with the heating pad after taking some painkillers, wrapped up in one of Steven’s jackets in an effort to feel comforted. In your arms you squeezed a unicorn stuffed animal (you weren’t sure where the fuck your BB-8 one had gotten to) to death as you turned on the tv, hurriedly getting to Disney+ and turning on the Mandalorian. Mercifully, the combination of comfort did its job, and you fell into a deep, if restless, sleep.

Steven had knocked a few times in an effort to get your help opening the door. A long day at work and then a trip to the store? Absolutely horrible. Not to mention he was worried. You hadn’t responded to any of his texts or calls today when you were the one who usually texted him. He tried not to worry too much— after all, there were plenty of explanations as to why you might not be communicative today.

But what if there was a bad reason, and him not hurrying home had only sealed your fate?

And now you weren’t even answering the door.

Steven set the bags down and unlocked the door, opening it a bit before scooping up the groceries again. “Y/N? Love?” He called into the seemingly empty flat. “I’m home!” When you didn’t respond, Steven set the bags on the kitchen counter. He heard talking from the bedroom and froze, the worst possible scenarios filling his head.

“Pendejo. That’s the tv.”

Jake’s observation made him jump— his alters had been mostly quiet for today. Maybe he’d have been less anxious with them around, or maybe more so. After all, he did hear relief in Jake’s voice.

Steven hurried to the bedroom, stopping short when he realized what was wrong.

The tv was playing the Mandalorian, although the end credits of the last episode were playing. Hell, did you binge the whole series today? You just might have. You, yourself, were curled up in a tight ball on the bed, face twisted and little soft grunts of pain coming from you in your sleep. You had one of his jackets wrapped around you and a cold heating pad pressed to your stomach, your unicorn plushie squeezed all to hell. The stains of blood on your pants and the sheets confirmed to Steven that your condition was just the first day of an unfair monthly cycle. “Bloody hell…”

Steven sighed, grabbing the tv remote and flipping to Boba Fett. You always needed a distraction on your period, and if the Mandalorian had put you to sleep, maybe another Star Wars show would help you relax. He very nearly put on Rise of Skywalker, but then stopped short. Every time you watched that you gushed over Poe Dameron, and maybe that was just the distraction you needed— but, in the end, Boba Fett was longer. And cooler. He definitely wasn’t jealous of a Star Wars character.

With another sigh, he dug your BB-8 plushie out from under the bed and set it beside the unicorn one for you before going to the bathroom and running a hot bath. The temperature was far too hot for his liking, but you preferred it this way. He snuck around the bedroom to get you a pair of clean and comfy clothes, setting them on the bathroom sink with a pad— had you even changed today? Had you eaten? Drank any water? He knew you probably hadn’t. He spent the next five minutes trying to be as quiet as possible by bringing snacks and water to the side of the tub and collecting the special red fluffy towels before even thinking of waking you up.

Carefully, he sat down on the edge of the bed, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Love… hey…”

You stirred immediately, choking out a pained sob and a very pissed off huff. Steven gently shushed you, and you all but burst into relieved tears as your blurry eyes settled on your boyfriend. The sight of you in such pain broke Steven’s heart. “Steven,” You squeaked, reaching for him; he was already leaning down to hug you. You really did start crying when he put his arms around you, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Hey, sh sh sh, I’m here now love, I’m here, sh…”

“It hurts,” you croaked out.

“I know, darling,” Steven whispered, kissing your temple. “Let’s get you cleaned up now, yeah?”

“I-I fixed the— oh no—“

When your face screwed up like that, Steven realized you’d probably already changed the sheets this morning, and he started carding his fingers through your hair. “No, sh. It’s okay. It happens, love. They can be washed. I’ll change them.”

“But you just did yesterday,” You whined pitifully.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one profusely bleeding from my privates ‘cause of an organ ripping itself to pieces, am I?” Steven didn’t find it funny at all, but your little weak giggle made him smile. He peppered kisses all over your face, making you hum. “I’ll take care of everything, alright? Let’s get you to the bath. Have you changed at all today?” You made a face. Steven hoped and prayed you didn’t get some kind of infection. “What about eating?” Meekly, you shook your head. Steven frowned. “Not a good day for it, huh? I’ll pause your show for you, love, and you can wash off while I clean up the bed, yeah?”

He scooped you up bridal style against his chest, carefully, feeling guilty when you winced. He helped you strip off your ruined clothes and step into the tub, easing you down and pointing out where he’d set everything. He left you with a kiss on your forehead. Too exhausted to actually rub yourself down much, you poured some soap into the water and let it do its thing.

You were pleasantly surprised a few minutes later when Steven returned, having changed into his own pajamas, and grabbed your loofah from the hook on the shower wall. “What are you—“

“Taking care of you,” Steven said softly, sudsing up the fluffy object. He stripped off his shirt and washed you off gently, occasionally kissing your temple.

At one point, you hummed blissfully into his chest. “You smell like the museum.”

Steven chuckled. “S’that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

“A very good thing,” You breathed into his skin. It was only after several beats of silence— and Steven not moving— that you opened your eyes to find him staring at you with sad puppy eyes and a furrowed brow. “What?”

“A bit unfair, innit?” Steven caressed your cheek. “You being in so much pain every month just ‘cause I didn’t get you pregnant.” His wording shouldn’t send a shiver down your spine. But it does. “I mean, I don’t have my prostate tryin’ to kill me every month when my body realizes I didn’t make a baby with you. It’s bloody unfair and it shouldn’t be happening.”

Your eyebrow shot up, words spilling out of your mouth before you could stop them. Maybe it was prompted by him kissing your forehead and holding your face with one hand and gently massaging your stomach with the other. “You offering to amend that?” Steven froze. There was silence. Flushing, you shook your head. “Sorry, I don’t know why I—“

Steven wrapped his arms around you gently, biting his lip. “No, maybe I am.”

He smiled at you, pressing his forehead to yours. You beamed, nudging your nose against his. “R… Really?”

“Yeah.” When you started to cry again, Steven kissed each space under your eyes. “Why are you crying, love?”

“You… You want to have kids with me? Are all of you on board with this?”

Your question warmed his heart. Jake and Marc had often wondered about what it would be like— except they were both scared. Steven wasn’t. “I’m pretty sure. We’ll need to talk first, but… yeah. I want that. A little person that’s half me, half you… You’re beautiful. You’re amazing. You’re kind and brave and strong and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I want my child to be a part of you, darling… please don’t cry when I say nice things about you—“

Your sobs broke into a relieved laugh, one that made Steven smile as he cradled you to his chest. “There’s that smile, gorgeous.”

“I love you,” You said as you kissed him. Steven hummed into your mouth before pulling away to answer, “I love you too. Very much.”

Steven helped you out of the bath, dry off, and get dressed, then carried you to the bed— you giggled when he laid you down, making him raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing. You’re just a dream.”

“No, I’m quite real,” He smiled when he kissed you, but it soon became distracted. “Oh, bugger. I forgot to put the groceries away.”

“Do you need any help?”

Steven looked at you as if you’d just suggested something unheard of. “Oh, of course. My girl is currently bleeding out and in severe pain, but by all means, come walk to the kitchen and help me put two bags of food in the cabinets. Like I don’t have hands of my own to do it. Geez, darling. I can put the groceries away on my own. You just stay here and relax, yeah?” At your smile, Steven kissed your cheek and pressed BB-8 into your hands, pressing play on Boba Fett for you; he even returned before putting the groceries away with a heating pad, Gatorade, and nutrient bars. “I know you don’t want to eat, love, but please try, okay?”

You nodded, glancing up in nothing short of mild amazement when he effortlessly snapped the lid of the Gatorade open while you adjusted the heating pad. Sometimes you forgot that Steven had the same strength as Marc and Jake hidden under his comfy sweaters. He kissed your forehead again before leaving. “I’ll be right back.”

And he was. But by the time he returned to your side, tears were silently streaming down your face once more. “Love, I think you’re strangling poor Beebs,” Steven tried to joke as he pressed himself against your side and took you into his arms. You only sniffled and hiccuped in response, nestling into him and hugging your plushie tight. Steven reached around you and squeezed it in order to make it elicit a stream of excited beeping. “See? He doesn’t want you to cry. Or to strangle him. I mean, if you have to, yeah, but…” He trailed off as you managed a weak laugh at that before more tears, and he held you close. “C’mere, love; I’ve got you. Want me to put on Rise of Skywalker? I’ll even let you sigh dreamily over Poe. With his pornographic pants.” His jibe didn’t make you laugh like it usually did; you must have been in severe pain now.

“Just hold me?” You asked in a small voice, and Steven felt very violent toward whatever divine entity had decided to make females bleed once a month.

“Sure. Yeah, okay. I can do that.” Steven held you close to him, spooning you and shushing you and petting your hair in an effort to calm you down.

Steven.

“What?”

Give her an orgasm.

Of all the things Marc could have possibly said, Steven certainly didn’t expect that. “W-what?”

Give her an orgasm, Marc repeated. It’ll get rid of her cramps instantly.

“...S’this you just tryin’ to get some? Really, bruv, when she’s in this much pain?”

“Who is it?” You squeaked out, knowing that he was talking to one of his alters.

“Marc,” Steven huffed into the nape of your neck. When you shivered against him, he reluctantly added, “...He says an orgasm can make your cramps go away.”

You twisted your head to look at him. Almost hopefully. Steven was used to the few days before your period being filled of sex— you practically jump the boys daily. But on your period? You’d never really shown any sign of wanting that, and no matter how horny they were, none of the boys were going to force you. But that look in your eye now was the very same one you get whenever you’re in the mood.

Bloody hell.

Steven moved his hand to your stomach, nuzzling the spot behind your ear that made you weak in the knees. His lips grazed your skin and he nipped playfully at the shell of your ear, making you whimper. “Is this okay?”

“Y-yes but— Steven, I’m bleeding. I’ll make a mess. It’ll get everywhere and all over you and it’ll be disgusting for you—“

“Shhh,” Steven said against your pulse point. He was eager now, biting and sucking and licking all up and down your neck and jaw. “Let me make you feel better, dove.” After a beat of hesitation, he added, “I’m Mr. Knight, darling. Blood doesn’t bother me. It’s okay.”

Only when you relaxed in his arms did he make a move. He licked two of his fingers before he slipped his hand down the front of your sweatpants. You gasped when his fingertips nudged through your tender folds, Steven never taking his eyes off your face to judge your reactions. When he found your clit, you cried out, making him freeze. “Did I hurt you?”

“N-no,” You whimpered, closing your eyes, “It’s just sore. Please keep going.”

Gently, Steven obliged, kissing your neck gently as he drew slow circles around your clit. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, your body twisting against him. “Shh, that’s it, sweet girl. So pretty, dove, you’re such a pretty girl. This feel good?”

He tentatively slid one finger into your aching core. You moaned and gasped and writhed in his arms, hips bucking against his hand. Steven held you against his chest with his free arm, whispering praises in your ear. “I’m gonna make you feel good, dove. Yeah, that’s it, move your hips, there you go…”

“S-Steven,” You whimpered brokenly as he inserted another finger and curled them against that spongy spot that always made you scream for him. “Agh— Steven—“

He wondered if it might injure you, doing this; but Marc only told him briefly that it was okay, seconded by Jake. Still… “Does it hurt at all?”

“A-a little,” You whined, riding his hand desperately, “But don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

“I’m not gonna stop, dove,” He breathed into your neck, “Cum whenever you’re ready, sweetheart, I’m right here.” Steven didn’t even realize he was grinding into you until you reached back to grab his hip with a high pitched whine. His thumb swept up to rub against your clit, nearly making you scream. Your hand moved from his waist to the back of his head, tangling and tugging on his curls in an almost painful manner that only made Steven move his hand and hips faster. Your neck twisted in an effort to kiss him, and he met you halfway, hungrily devouring your mouth with a moan and a clash of teeth and tongues.

Your grinding movements against his hand stuttered, so he increased the speed and pressure of his hand; you came with a cry all over him, tearing your mouth away from his as your threw your head back into the pillows. Steven turned his open-mouthed kisses to your bared neck, growling into your skin as he came against you from behind.

Panting heavily, Steven reached up with his clean hand to wipe your sweaty hair off your forehead, kissing you softly. “How’s that, love? Feel better?”

You let out the most obscene gasp of relief. “Y-yeah, much better… Steven…” You lifted your head, frowning when you saw your ruined pants, the sheets, his hand and sleeve…

Steven made you lay back down, nudging your head with his to push you back. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’ll only take me a second to clean up, yeah?”

Repeating the process from earlier, he soon had you nestled against his side once more, watching tv. The heating pad was discarded, but you still clung to BB-8 as you nibbled on the snacks Steven had brought you and sipped the Gatorade. Exhaustion hung off you now, bone deep from a restless night and day— and then your mind-numbing orgasm. “I hate days like this…” You mumbled dejectedly. “I hate it when you have to do so much—“

Steven kissed the top of your head. “Hush. I don’t mind it, not at all. Neither do Marc or Jake, I promise.”

“Yeah, but… it’s stupid,” You scoffed, more to yourself, “It’s supposed to just be a period.”

“Well, it isn’t.” Steven leaned down to kiss you, speaking between the soft presses of his lips to yours. “And we’re gonna take care of you every. Single. Time.” He hummed thoughtfully into a particularly long and tender kiss, making you smile a little as you pulled away in silent question. Steven’s eyes scanned over your face, a mischievous glint in your eye. “...You know what this means, right?” You cocked an eyebrow, and he caged you underneath of him as he peppered kisses all over your face and neck. “I’m gonna have to get you pregnant before your next period.”

You shoved BB-8 at his face, blocking him from seeing your blush. “Steven!”

He tore the plushie away to attack you with kisses and playful nips and growls, making you squeal with laughter. Satisfied at having finally made you laugh, Steven flopped over and laid on his back beside you, beaming as he pulled you flush against him.

“Love you,” He hummed, to which you responded by giving him a peck on the corner of his mouth.

“Love you too.” Only a few minutes passed before you said, very softly, “Hey, baby? Can we switch to Rise of Skywalker?”

Steven rolled over, away from you, with a dramatic groan, burying his face in a pillow. “I had to say it, didn’t I?! I had to bloody say it! Now I have to sit through two and half hours of you ogling some plonker in ridiculous pants!”

“I do not ogle,” you scoffed, “I look. Respectfully.”

Steven lifted his head to raise an eyebrow at you. “How the hell can you ‘respectfully’ stare at somebody’s crotch?!”

“You look just like him!”

“Bloody— yeah, sure. Whatever. Just put it on. Begin my suffering without further ado.”

Giggling, you leaned over to say in his ear. “You’re hotter.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have sexier pants.”

“Sure.”

“No no, you have a sexier suit. The black one?”

Steven groaned. “Am I gonna have to wear it just so I don’t lose my girlfriend to a fictional character?”

“Nooooooo,” You drawled out, tracing a pattern down his shoulder. “Though I wouldn’t exactly be opposed to you wearing it…” Steven grunted into the pillow, and you shifted closer to him. “Tell you what: if Poe Dameron came out of that tv right now—“

“More like crashed the bloody ship. The fella can’t fly for shit without wrecking his planes.”

“—starfighters. They’re starfighters or ships, Steven. And he’s the best pilot in the galaxy.” You continued hurriedly with (descending into giggles as Steven kept interrupting you), “If Poe—“

“First name basis now? Real bloody nice—“

“Came through the tv—“

“With intergalactic powers, lovely. I’m screwed over here.”

“And asked me on a date—“

“Bit bold, isn’t he? I mean, he doesn’t even know you?”

Steven twisted into his back, pulling you against his chest and smiling into your cheek. “I would say no.”

Steven stared at you for several seconds with a completely straight face, before bursting into deep laughter. “No you would not!”

You scoffed, offended. “Yes I would!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Y—“ You interrupted yourself with a high-pitched squeal as Steven tickled your waist, any protests you may have had cut into gibberish as you tried to speak past Steven’s ruthless attack. He settled down after a moment, allowing you to breathe as he pulled you close to cuddle you and grab the remote.

“Bloody hell…” He looked at your BB plushie. “What do you think, mate?” You squeezed the stuffed animal, prompting little beeps and whistles to come from the stuffed droid. Steven reluctantly nodded as he switched from Boba Fett to the main Star Wars hub. “Yeah, yeah. Just what I thought.”

“Steven?” You chirped as the main song burst to life from the tv. He hummed in question, rapt despite his protests. “I love you.”

Steven smiled at you, pressing a loving kiss to your lips as he hugged you close. “I love you, too, darling.”

Thanks for reading!

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