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INTO THE SPIDERVERSE

Spiderman! Andrea Kimi Antonelli x fem! reader word cound: 4k summary: Because of a machine invented by a scientist Kimi is sent to another universe that forces him to relive his greatest trauma and…drive fast? Italian! Reader (Not really but she lives in Bologna). Same title as the movie but is not the same story, is just that i dont have any imagination for titles. I've made some changes in the F1 calendar for the story to make sense. I'm sorry if something doesn't make sense, i was too lazy so i wrote it in my native language and later translate it with the translator (I checked it a couple of times to see if something did not make sense but still).

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25th of August, 2024. Bologna.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Today should have been one of the best days of his life. Y/n had planned everything to make Kimi's birthday memorable, but a turn of events would make it horribly memorable. So much so, that just remembering the date would make his heart compress with grief and sadness.

The explosion had dragged him several meters away from where he was before, face to face with the green goblin, and had knocked him unconscious. Kimi raised his head and opened his eyes, dazed, lost, confused. He couldn't see well, he couldn't hear well either. The abandoned factory where he had been fighting with the green goblin, whose identity he did not yet know, had been reduced to ruins. And worst of all? There was no trace of him anymore, he was alone, he had lost him. Surely he had felt that the explosion had finished him off and he had left in triumph.

When Kimi was finally able to stand upright without needing to lean somewhere, he remembered Y/n.

Oh, shit.

She was with him. He had told her to stay away, to go home, but his girlfriend was stubborn and he knew it. She followed them to the factory and Kimi now didn't know where she was.

Kimi looked around, his hear rate was increasin fast. “Y/n!” He tried to scream her name, he was just looking for an answer, he didn't care if it was an incoherent scream, his name back or anything, he just needed to know she was okay. “Y/N!? Fuck, where are you?” no answer, no noise, he only heard the echo of his own screams.

He was weak, his whole body ached, but the desperation to find her allowed him to move. He would not allow himself to give in to the pain until he knew where Y/n was. A few more steps allowed Kimi to see a body on the ground. He didn't need to see her face, nor distinguish the color of her clothes to know who she was.

“Y/N!” Kimi started running in the direction of his girlfriend's lifeless body. Once he arrived it took him time to assimilate the situation. He dropped his body on his knees in front of her, took off his mask and lifted her face with his hands. With extreme care he wiped the dust of the explosion from her skin.

"No... Don't do this to me, don't go. Y/n, please..." It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. “I’m okey, see? I’m alive, Y/n I’m…“ Tears wouldn't stop flowing from his eyes. She was dead because of him. He had condemned her to love him and that had led her to die for him. This day should have been a dream, but it had turned into a nightmare, a nightmare he would never forget.

Thursday, August 21, 2025. Bologna.

“Thank you very much Mr. Wolff for giving me the opportunity to work with you” Kimi shook Dr. Toto Wolff's hand enthusiastically. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, to work at Woscorp even if it was only for four months, until the end of the year.

Y/n's aunt worked there as a scientist and had offered Kimi the chance to have a job with the company, even if it was a small one. For an 18 year old teenager with a bright future ahead of him this opportunity meant a great deal personally.

He was extremely glad that Y/n's family did not blame him for her death. On the day of the explosion the firemen arrived and the first to enter the building was Y/n's father. He saw Kimi kneeling on the floor, crying, hugging his daughter's body and wearing the Spiderman suit. Kimi just said sorry and left, not looking him in the face and praying that his girlfriend's father wouldn't say anything about his identity.

"We are more than delighted to have you here Kimi. Remember to come tomorrow at the same time so I can show you around the facility" Kimi just smiled, nodded several times and left after saying goodbye.

Once he was far enough from the company he called his best friend, Oliver Bearman. He was British but came to Italy to study two years ago and he and Kimi had become really close.

“Man, I'm in, I'm going to work at Woscorp.” Ollie could sense Kimi's excitement in his voice.

“That's great!, but remember we're meeting to celebrate your birthday today.” Ollie would be heading back to London with his family the next day to spend the last two weeks of summer they had left, so he wasn't going to be able to be there for Kimi's birthday.

Later that day Ollie was waiting for Kimi sitting on a bench at their usual meeting point. Kimi, as usual, was late.

Half an hour later Kimi arrived, his hair wet and trying to catch his breath. “Wow, only half an hour late, record time” Ollie said in a sarcastic tone.

“Ha, ha. you know-” before Kimi could finish the sentence Ollie stepped forward and completed it for him, “spiderman duties. I know, I was kidding.”

The plan Ollie had prepared was simple: go to the movies and then go to his house to talk and spend some time together doing nothing.

After going to see the movie Kimi and Ollie arrived at Ollie's house. The good thing about his best friend's house was that it was always empty, because he lived alone, and they could talk freely about the other part of his life, the extraordinary part, Spiderman.

His life hadn't been the same since the spider bit him. The day Ollie found out that Kimi was Spiderman wasn't so chaotic, but when Y/n found out it was horrible.

Ollie just stood there quietly, saying nothing, in shock. Then he started asking him a thousand questions: Did the bite hurt? How did you realize you had powers? What was the coolest villain you've ever faced?

On the other hand, Y/n realized it on her own, after noticing several strange behaviors from her boyfriend. She never told him, she didn't want to accept it. That's exactly why Y/n was ignoring Kimi for several days and he didn't understand why. Y/n didn't agree with Kimi risking his life in that way and after a very strong fight between the two Kimi made her a promise: to always come back to her to show her that he was okay.

Kimi sat on Ollie's bed as if it was his own home. He dropped his body on the mattress and let out a sigh. “It's going to be a year” Kimi's voice had taken on a sadder tone.

Ollie already knew what his friend was referring to, and hated to see him suffering and blaming himself on his own birthday. “The worst part of it all is that the green goblin is still out there and I don't know who he is.”

“Well, he hasn't reappeared since that day either” Ollie was right. The green goblin hadn't reappeared since Y/n died and it was something that made Kimi uneasy, always kept him on his toes. If he showed up again Spiderman would be ready to finally defeat him and not cause another misfortune.

“Anyway, tell me how it was at Woscorp, do you have to come back tomorrow?” Ollie changed the subject in an attempt to lighten the mood. Kimi looked up at him and smiled, it was a small, weak smile but visible enough for Ollie to see that Kimi was thanking him for talking about something else.

He was grateful to have Ollie as a friend, they understood each other and complemented each other. Kimi couldn't be himself without Ollie, and he couldn't be Spiderman without him either.

Friday, August 22, 2025. Bologna.

Kimi arrived 15 minutes early at Worscop. He didn't want to be late and make a bad impression, plus he was excited to see the facility where he would start working next month.

“Kimi! what a surprise to see you so early.” Kimi turned around, surprised. Behind him was Toto Wolf with his typical smile. “I guess you're ready to start the tour” Kimi only nodded and followed him inside the building.

The company was huge and Kimi admired every detail like a little boy. The laboratories had the latest technologies and the company's inventions and new products looked promising. The building also had common places ideal for resting, these had a warmer and cozier design.

“I always like to save the best for last” Toto glanced sideways at Kimi who was gawking at some scientists discussing about a project while others were doing an experiment he had never seen in his life.

The two stopped at a metal door. Next to it was a glass window to see inside the room and a table with controls. “This is to my credit, I invented and built it, and it's finally finished.” Toto turned to look at Kimi. “Would you like to look inside and see what it does?” Kimi, without a second thought, nodded excitedly and entered the room. Toto stood outside at the controls.

The room was small and dark. All the walls, floor and ceiling were covered with what looked like identical machines, symmetrically placed. Wires were also visible and ran from the ceiling to the center of the floor. Kimi was fascinated and the curiosity he felt to see it all working was huge.

“Cool right?” Kimi heard Toto's voice through the speakers. He looked at Toto in the eyes and nodded, signaling that he could turn on the machine(s), that he was ready to see the room work. Toto just smirked.

The room began to light up and warm up at the same time. Kimi looked around in wonder. “Good luck Spiderman” Toto's words made him lock his gaze on him in seconds but the shock of the moment didn't let him react. In a second Kimi felt his body fall into the void and started to see everything black, until he didn't feel anything anymore.

Friday, August 22, 2025. Bologna???

Kimi woke up in a small room. He sat up and looked around. White walls, a mirror and a bedside table with a bottle of water and his cell phone. A closet, with very few clothes, and a bed where he was sitting right now. He got up and approached the closet. There were only T-shirts with the Mercedes logo and many other sponsor’s logos. There were also two pairs of weird sneakers that he clearly wasn't going to wear to go outside to walk, but then what were they used for?

Kimi thought about his Spiderman suit, was he still wearing it? he separed his shirt a little from his body to see if he still had his suit on underneath. When he saw the red fabric he let out a sigh of relief.

Where was he at? Where had that machine teleported him to? How did Toto know he was Spiderman?

Kimi grabbed his cell phone and looked at the notifications. Missed calls and unread messages from his mother, from his father, from…, from Y/n. Y/n? It wasn't possible, she was dead. In four days it would be a year since her death. He himself embraced the lifeless body of his girlfriend.

Quickly Kimi unlocked his phone and called Y/n, he needed to hear her voice, to make sure it was real and not a bad joke.

On the third ring Y/n answered. "Kimi! You hadn't answered my calls and I was about to call you." Her voice was the same, she was alive, she was talking to him right now.

“Y/n?” his voice came out weak and nervous, he couldn't believe it.

“Yes. Are you okay Kimi? is something wrong? you sound strange” Y/n replied worriedly. Kimi not to alarm her only decided to continue the conversation. "Yes, yes… why did you call me?"

"I just wanted to tell you that tomorrow I won't go to the paddock because I have to attend the university, but I will try to finish the work I have pending so I can go on Saturday to the Qualy and on Sunday to the race." Paddock? race and qualy? Y/n was talking about Formula 1?

"Yeah, okay, no problem. I'll call you later, okay Y/n?" Kimi hung up the call and put the cell phone back on the nightstand. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was going on. He changed his clothes and put on his Mercedes T-shirt. If he was going to be there, whether for a short or long time, then he would have to act like he belonged there.

As he left the room and walked down the stairs he followed some people into what looked like a garage.“Ah Kimi! I thought you had fallen asleep, I was going to go wake you up now, in half an hour you have to go out on track.” Now kimi was even more confused. The gentleman who was talking to him looked like he knew him. He looked around. A formula one car, lots of screens and the typical headphones they use to listen to the radio.

Kimi was a big fan of formula one but he had never expected to be in that situation, as if in this universe he worked in it. Because he had assumed that, that he was in another universe, otherwise how would he explain that Y/n was alive then?

Thirty minutes later Kimi was inside the car with a special suit on and a helmet covering his entire head. As expected, he had set the worst time among the 20 drivers. If in his universe he had only driven his father's car, to practice for his driver's license, and had played the formula one video game on the playstation, how was he going to know how to drive a formula one out of nowhere? At least he didn't crash into any walls.

Kimi got out of the car as best as he could and took off his helmet. “Sorry guys, I'm having a bad day” The engineers understood Kimi but they were concerned. They needed the points and they needed both drivers to score and Kimi didn't look like he was even going to finish the race.

The Mercedes staff said goodbye to Kimi, encouraging him. They told him that tomorrow's free practice 3 and qualifying would probably go better for him, Kimi doubted it but he wasn't going to tell them anything either.

When he got back to the room, which he now understood to be his driver's room, he plopped down on the mattress. He picked up his cell phone and just then a Twitter notification popped up with the news that a building was on fire and that firefighters were trying to save as many people as possible.

Kimi jumped up and ran out of the paddock. In a corner he took off his clothes leaving only his spiderman suit and went in the direction of the burning building.

When he arrived at the building he saw people shouting from the balconies and firefighters helping, but they were too slow. A policeman who was otside the building approached Kimi “Hey kid, I don't know what game you're playing, but this is no time to come dressed up and get in the way.” That's when Kimi understood that in that universe they didn't have Spiderman either, everything was so different there.

Instead of leaving Kimi climbed up the building and pulled as many people out as posible, even faster than the firemen. An old woman approached him and asked him to go inside her house to look for her cat. Kimi did, he went inside the house. He risked his life to save a cat, because that's what Spiderman does. The apartment was full of smoke but there were not so many flames. Kimi saw the cat in a corner and picked it up. It was at that moment that he noticed a bomb placed on another corner, it looked like it was intentionally placed there. It was also the exact same bomb that had killed Y/n in his universe. There was no Spiderman here, but the fucking green goblin was, and it was going to be his turn to finish him off once and for all.

He got out with the cat before the bomb exploded and returned it to the lady. Seconds later the bomb exploded and that whole part of the building was destroyed. Kimi looked to the side and saw a figure flying away. “Son of a bitch” Kimi went running towards the goblin, waddling in his webs. Spiderman and the green goblin came face to face again on the roof of another building.

“What a surprise Spiderman” The green goblin was trying to unnerve Kimi. On the other hand Kimi's anger was growing. This was his chance, he just had to finish him off right there.

The two started to fight each other, a melee battle. Kimi ended up immobilized by the goblin, his body was full of wounds and blows. “You are weak against me, Spiderman” and with those words the goblin flew away, leaving Kimi there, desperate and angry. Again, another fucking time he had defeated him and he had taken off.

He didn't know why he was doing this, maybe out of habit after the promise he made her in his universe, or maybe to feel better after what had just happened. He leaned against the window and tapped on it. The window opened without warning and Kimi fell into the room. He let out a sound of pain and looked up. Y/n was shocked, confused, she didn't know what was going on. Who was the lunatic in spiderman costume that had fallen inside her room?

“I'm fine” Kimi's voice was weak, he was tired after the fight. Y/n helped him up, sat him on her bed and left the room. Then she came back with a first aid kit to heal his wounds.

Y/n sat in front of Kimi. “Who are you?” Kimi didn't want to tell her, he didn't want to make the same mistake as in his universe. Telling her that he was spiderman would lead to her death. He didn't want that, not again.

“It doesn't matter” Kimi downplayed it and looked down. Y/n only frowned.

“It does matter” she snapped back at him. “I'd like to know who's in my room right now, I don't feel like having a crazy person in front of me, because at the moment you meet all the requirements for being a crazy person.” Kimi sighed and lifted his head slightly, giving Y/n access to remove his mask. Y/n carefully removed it until it reached his nose. She didn't remove it all the way and left it there. She didn't need any more, she already knew who he was. She opened the first aid kit and began to clean his wounds. “You're crazy” she whispered, Kimi only let out a little laugh.

It didn't seem real to him. He had Y/n in front of him, after so long they were together again. Y/n's reaction this time to his identity had been much calmer than in the other universe. She hadn't seen his full face yet but she already knew who he was and was calmly cleaning his wounds. “Only you could come up with the idea of dressing up as a character from a comic book and sneaking into a burning building to save people” Kimi only let out whimpers from the stinging he felt as Y/n cleaned his wounds. He had already realized that there was no Spiderman in that universe, but he didn't expect him to be a fictional character. No wonder people had treated him like a crazy person when he appeared in the burning building.

Once Y/n finished cleaning his wounds she put everything away in the first aid kit and left it on the floor. She stood there, looking at him, and cradled his face with her hands. “But you're my favorite crazy person” Y/n whispered those words against Kimi's lips and the only thing he could do was smile. Their lips connected and Kimi felt like the happiest man in the world. How he had longed to kiss her again, to touch her again. He had missed her so much. They broke apart for a second, Y/n pulled his mask off completely and kissed him again. They were kissing as if it was the last time they where going to kiss each other, and deep inside kimi he knew that that might be the case.

Monday, August 25, 2025. Bologna but in the universe where he is a F1 driver.

His weekend as a Formula 1 driver had not been successful. He was last in qualifying and failed to finish the race. Luckily Y/n was there to support him.

The green goblin had not reappeared. He also discovered that his boss in this universe was Toto Wolff. The person who had brought him to this universe, who knew he was spiderman, is also here, in this universe. Kimi suspected that he was the green goblin, but had no proof to confirm it.

Today was his birthday and Y/n had insisted on making a special plan. They were walking down a street with very few people, on the suburbs of the city so Kimi could have privacy. Celebrity life was stressful for him and he was still not used to it. Suddenly Kimi stopped in his tracks and Y/n who was holding his hand looked at him with a confused expression. “Are you okay?” Y/n asked, but Kimi just looked around, until he saw smoke coming out of a factory. “Y/n go home.” It was an order, and if Y/n didn't obey it he would take her home himself, he would not put her in danger again.

“I'm not going home, I'm going to stay with you.” Y/n had already decided, she would not leave Kimi alone. “Yes you're going to leave and we're not going to discuss it Y/n” she, instead of answering him, started running in the direction of the factory. Kimi followed behind. “Y/n please go home” Y/n turned around, looked into his eyes and replied. “Together or nothing” And that's when Kimi realized what day it was and the situation they were in.

No matter what universe they were in, it was always going to end the same. It was the same scenario as a year ago in his own universe and he knew that even if he tried to do anything to change the fate, it was going to be in vain and Y/n was going to end up dead. Because his girlfriend was stubborn and he knew it. Because the love Y/n felt for Kimi was just as strong as the love he felt for her, and if Kimi was willing to sacrifice himself for her Y/n was willing to sacrifice herself for him too, and that's what was going to happen.

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OKAY MORE PROFILES FOR SOME PERCY BABIES!

saorlaith (pronounced SEER-LAH), the second-born sécy baby and their first-born daughter!!!!

okay, i've said this before, but she is a goddess of wisdom, has curly blonde hair, AND grey eyes all like a certain someone (anthonius! the only thing missing is the tanned skin lmao). this fact drives cú chulainn absolutely fucking CRAZY, but despite this, saorlaith is actually the one child that doesn't actually stress him out lmao

why? BECAUSE SHE NEVER WANTS TO LEAVE THE PALACE 😂😂😂😂😂

she is extremely introverted and refuses to step foot outside and touch grass. all she wants to do is stay home and read books all day. and cú chulainn, being the good daddy he is, had a gigantic ass library built for her with all kinds of books from valhalla, helheim, and midgard.

girly hardly even interacts with her family lol. not because she hates them, she just prefers being alone. you'd have to drag her out of the library tho and when she's forced out, she's noticeably very annoyed and standoffish with people. perfectly fine with interacting with her family, but rolls her eyes at having to interact with other ppl because that usually involves her having to leave the house 😭

obviously, she's very quite and studious. the most she's ever talked is with her family, with others the most you're likely gonna get from her is a disinterested hum and a bored sigh 💀

cú chulainn is so relieved. he doesn't have to worry about her trying to leave the safety of the palace nor does he need to worry about her talking to strangers 🥺

now here's barekith! god of voracity (got it from hsr lol) and a beelcy baby!

just like the title implies, he's a big eater like his daddy 🥺 a gluttonous lil boy 🥺

and because of his BIG appetite, he has the tendency to travel throughout the cosmos... and eat planets 💀 no seriously, he eats planets. he took a chomp out of jupiter and swallowed several of its moons like europa, io, and ganymede (sorry pjo!jupiter i guess he doesn't like you lol)

it absolutely baffled nasa when they saw it and humans started going crazy with conspiracy theories and "end of the world/doomsday" insanity so percy had to ask him to travel to another exoplanetary system that had zero civilizations in any of the planets to avoid causing a similar mayhem 😭

barekith didn't get WHY he had to do it, but his mommy asked so he obeyed 💖 btw, just as a reminder gods can't even GET hungry so barekith is literally just doing this for the love of the game 😭😭😭😭

FIRST BORN ANUBY DAUGHTER, ANKHSETI!!!!

i have no domains for her yet, but her sacred animal is the falcon (hence why she kinda looks like a falcon-ish). her name also means "living arrow" and just like it implies, she's currently the fastest goddess in the egyptian pantheon! (anubis was so proud of her that he had a trophy made 🥺 proud papa)

while ankhseti's parents are pretty carefree (her daddy especially), she is the stark opposite. she's very strict, no-nonsense, silent, and serious--basically a less aggressive and arrogant version of her great great great grandpa ra 😂

cunning, sharp-witted, powerful, and strong, she's definitely on her way to becoming a supreme deity. but she's not quite there yet; she's still far too young and far too inexperienced, but she's very determined to make it!

she takes her role as the first-born anuby daughter very seriously even though neither percy nor anubis have any demands from her. no, these are just something that she set for herself lol. she's extremely hard working, a perfectionist, wanting to make her pantheon and family proud. she is absolutely a favorite great great great grandchild of ra for that because FINALLY at least there's SOMEONE in his dumb ass bloodline with some common sense 🙄 his favoritism towards her actually has him contemplating granting her the title of a supreme god, but he knows it's far too soon and she's not ready yet

however, despite how harsh she is on herself, she is still very loving towards her family! she puts pressure on herself, but never on her younger siblings. she wants them to live freely with zero responsibilities because she can handle it all (even tho again, anuby is perfectly fine with her just chilling 😭)

iriya! the second-born anuby baby! i also still have no domains for her yet 💀

you know those teenagers that are going through that "rebellious phase" where they roll their eyes, cringe, and scowl at things that their families do??? yeah that's iriya 💀 she's ESPECIALLY like this with her annoying, loud, overly affectionate dad 😭💔

she loves her family, she really does, but OH MY GOD ARE THEY KILLING HER. can't she just move out already?! her mom's been trying to convince her dad to just let her leave for eeeooooons already but the man won't stop throwing temper tantrums over it!!!! NO dad, she doesn't wanna live here forever, now stop embarrassing her already!

her dad keeps embarrassing her out in public, nebamon keeps breaking into her room to steal all her jewelry, kebi keeps demanding she play dolls with her, her mom keeps telling her to be nice to everyone, nesutefet gave her a disease AGAIN, ra-el won't stop screaming the house down, THIS ENTIRE FAMILY IS DRIVING HER CRAZY, SHE WANTS OUT ALREADY 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

poor girl is THIS 🤏 close to ripping her own hair out.

now this is hatshemi, the third anuby baby and similarly to kebi, is also a snake goddess!!! but while kebi prefers to have a slightly more humanoid form with just a few snake features, hatshemi's entire lower body is that of a giant snake lol

(also she's 8'10" btw hehe, very big lady with eight pack abs hehehehe)

this is the loud, boisterous, fun-loving big sister that everyone adores. she just always seems to know what to do to help her family 💖 she's the one who gets ankhseti to slow down and relax herself when the stress is getting too much for her. the one who plays with kebi. the one who takes iriya out when the rest of the family's pissing her off. the one who calms ra-el down. the one who convinces nebamon to return all the shit he stole (LMAO), etc etc.

she's the extremely dependable sister that everyone goes to when they need her help. but don't mistake her loving nature for weakness, she is EXTREMELY protective of her family just like a snake with it's space.

she's one of the anuby kids who inherited percy's cannibalistic tendencies where consuming godly flesh and ichor heals her and tastes like her favorite foods, so she has no issues with EATING any god that comes to harm her family, and she'll do it with the sweetest smile ever 💖 anything for her family after all 💖💖💖💖

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back to our bones || 1.6k || dean & jack

Michael left. Jack is human. Dean cooks.

Dean doesn't know what to make of himself these days.

He doesn't know much at all, to be fair. His home is buzzing with constant activity of restless hunters who look at him with barely hidden fear and he doesn't know what to say to them. Sam has a beard and bags under his eyes and Dean doesn't know how to comfort him. Cas—Cas is brimming with anger and Dean doesn't know what to do to tame it. He doesn't know anything.

He feels empty, insides scooped out and strung on a rack, beating heart and burning liver and mouth torn in a silent scream. He feels hellfire on his heels behind closed doors, grace scorching his veins behind closed eyelids. He dreams and he's a puppet, hands not his, feet not his, voice not his.

He turns the lights off and hits netflix and stares at the screen. His mouth is dry and his hands shake. The darkness shifts and he doesn't look, can't look. Memories scream inside his head and he stares at another episode title. Nausea rises up his throat and he chugs the coke he ordered with takeout.

In his head, Michael, Michael, Michael. Alistair. Michael. The demon plunging his hand into Dean's guts, grin bright as Dean screams. Michael moving the fingers that are not his and voice that is not his and eyes that is not his and—

Knock on the door. Dean freezes.

A few seconds of silence, then again. He scrambles to his feet. Dusts off pizza crumbs from his shirt. He's still shaking, his voice still half-caught in a throat that only wants to wail.

"Dean? Can I come in?"

Oh, Dean thinks. That's just the kid.

He thinks, Come in, then remembers Jack can't hear him like that, not anymore. So he walks to the door and opens it, the handle cold against his skin. It sends shivers up his spine.

Jack stands outside, face set in a frown. He looks beyond Dean's shoulder into the room and his frown deepens. Dean doesn't blame him. He knows smell of sweat and beer is hard to miss. Tries to feel bad about it and comes up empty.

"I, uh," Jack says. His eyes snap back to Dean, full of sudden determination. "You cook."

Dean blinks. What? he wants to ask, but voice disobeys, and what comes out is, "Uh."

Jack rolls on his feet impatiently. "You cooked. Before. Right?" Dean stares, so Jack continues. "I'm hungry."

Dean's voice still disobeys. Jack doesn't seem to mind, rambling on. "Sam only eats salads or protein bars and hunters don't cook and Castiel is out and also can't cook. There's kale and cereal and I love cereal but I've been eating it for the past week and I don't want to anymore. Also I read on the internet that you're supoosed to have a balanced diet and Sam keeps saying we're gonna fix that but he always ends up distracted and he used to say you love to cook so can we please eat something that takes longer than five minutes to make."

"Kid," Dean finally manages. It comes out heavy. Raspy. Choked. His voice is a block stuck in his throat. He shakes his head, taps Jack on the shoulder and doesn't miss the way Jack's face minutely lights up.

Fuck it. Whatever. He can chew Sam out for not feeding the kid properly later.

***

The walk to the kitchen is excruciating.

There's a dissonance between the movement of time around Dean and in Dean's head. He feels like moving through the sludge one moment and surfacing out of it the next. He hears screams, deafening in his ears, fading in and out. He blinks and there's viscera covering his hands. He blinks again and it's gone.

Jack is impatient, walking faster than him then trailing back and trying to adjust to Dean's pace before inevitably bouncing off again. Despite everything, it tugs a smile on Dean's lips.

Jack is waiting in the kitchen when Dean finally comes. The bright light defeans out the screams, and Dean can breathe again.

He opens the fridge and takes in the sorry state of it. There are containers labeled with different names, and it seems his groceries have been eaten, replaced, or thrown out. He frowns. There's spinach and carrots he assumes belong to Sam, as well as some mushrooms. He takes them out and plops them on the countertop.

"Dean," Jack says, and when Dean looks up his face is sour. "Can we eat literally anything else except vegetables?"

Dean shakes his head and gets a package of hotdogs. Closes the fridge and opens the shelves. It doesn't take long for him to find oatmeal and get a hold of his spices, dramatically unused. If Sam tried to serve the kid unseasoned blanched spinach, Dean will kick his ass.

He leans on the counter, closes his eyes. Images flash before them, red and scared and angry, and he flies them open, grabbing the knife. He motions for Jack to get him a chopping board.

Jack watches as he chops up a carrot into small cubes, then a few mushrooms. Dean leaves the knife and the board to Jack and nods towards the spinach. Shakes his head when Jack takes a single leaf with a look of preplexed confusion on his face, grabs a handful and cuts down, leaving Jack to do the rest. Turns on the heat, gets a pot and splashes some oil onto it. Leans on the counter and waits for it to get hot.

Jack taps his shoulder to show he's done with the spinach, and Dean nods. Jack frowns. Then something seems to occur to him, and he gets out his phone, starts typing something.

Dean's phone buzzes in his pocket. He takes it out.

Jack: I'm still not sure the spinach is a great idea

Jack: I thought vegetables were Sam's thing

Dean rises his eyebrows. Jack holds his gaze.

Dean: nothing better than some vegetables after weeks of eating junk

Dean: also don't be dramatic.

"I'm not," Jack says, wounded, and Dean scoffs.

The oil sizzles when Dean drops a piece of carrot, so he throws the rest in. Mushrooms follow soon after. He frowns, looking at his spices: settles on chili flakes, garlic powder, dry parsley.

Jack watches intently.

Dean: don't tell sam i made you this capiche?

Jack: 😐👍

While the vegetables sizzle, Dean walks back to the fridge. There's no liquid stock, so he frowns and opens the freezer. If he's lucky, he might have some leftover from before the whole Michael shit. There seem to be a few cubes of frozen stock left, so he drops one into the pot. Throws in a generous amount of oatmeal and fills the rest with water. Stirs in the spinach, adds salt. Cuts up two hotdogs and throws that in, too.

Nothing left but to stir and wait for the pot to bubble.

Jack: I'm sorry

Dean: for what

Jack: I told Cas I didn't think you could be saved.

Well.

Jack's not looking at him, staring at the pot instead. Dean's hands grip the counter. Hands not his, eyes not his, screams not his.

Dean: i probably couldn't

Dean: we still don't know what the fuck happenned for him to leave

The pot starts bubbling, and he stirs it. Breathe in, breathe out. In, out, again, though all he really wants is to break down and scream until strength leaves his body. He wants to be four and for his mom to read him a night story and tuck him in and tell him there are no monsters under his bed.

Jack sits at the table. Dean wonders as to what he's thinking.

The oatmeal is cooked, and he gets two bowls. Jack eyes the porridge before him with suspicion that makes Dean roll his eyes. "I thought at least you would make some real food."

He grabs his phone, waiting for the oatmeal to coll down a little.

Dean: with what

Dean: i'm not jesus i can't produce food out of thin air there's only so much i can do

Dean: also it's good ok trust me

"Why won't you eat it, then," Jack asks, pointing his spoon at Dean. Dean rolls his eyes.

The oatmeal is hot, and it burns his mouth. Past that it's good, though. He came up with the recipe himself, a result of some experiment from the time having a kitchen was a novelty. Despite what Sam says, Dean appreciates a carrot when it's cooked his way.

He eats and watches Jack eat. The kid seems to get over the initial scepticism and eats quickly, silently. Something tugs inside Dean in response. He said yes, and Jack was human. His hands took lives and Jack was human. Jack was human and he wasn't there.

What will happen the next time his hands aren't his, his breaths aren't his, his eyes aren't his?

He stands up and walks towards a shelf. It doesn't take long to find what he was looking for: it seems this, too, remained untouched.

He plops the journal before Jack, who looks up in surprise. It's a fat thing, worn and used, oil stains on its cover, filled with cutouts and handwritten lists and rewritten steps. He thinks he got it when Sammy was fourteen and Dad complimented Dean's cooking, and Dean latched to the praise like a man dying of thirst.

For later, Dean wants to say, for when I'm not around. For when you're hungry and there's no one in the kitchen. For when it becomes too much and you simply want to make something with your hands that isn't breaking things, splitting knuckles, killing bystanders. For when your family is hungry and you want to feed them and make sure they're no longer lacking.

Instead he types on the phone.

Dean: top shelf, behind the spices. recipe book 👍

[werezmastarbucks]

WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELFFFFF AND STARTED READING N7

N7 is so...sorrow? I think most fans can relate to it because of the "I love him to death but he doesn't even know my name" parasocial relationship. I wish all of us could have their own Yoongi HAHA

But I love it. My whole life, I've been in relationships similar to N7, always loved others to death, but never just loved by others. At least not in the way you love them. So I can relate to every single chapter of it.

I still hope for a happy ending because I need to at least in my head have one good relationship

i fucking got all dolled up for bed, all moisturized, and now i am sobbing.

i want to give you a hug tbh. you even removed U from the title - don't know why, even if accidentally, but it's so symbolic?

U N7 is a story about how important self-worth is. and how you dissolve into another person, and upon doing that, forever shut the door on the potential relationship with them.

please love yourself first and never let people take your love for them cheaply.

i hate that you can relate to what i've been feeling, nobody deserves that.

i gotta go you owe me 2 drops of moisturizer

[infinitelycynical]

how the fuck did i forget about my aizamatsu wip for like two months it's pretty hard to forget 60 FUCKING THOUSAND WORDS worth of wip that may never be finished

[lea-andres]

"Lea does this mean you're coming back to [redacted]?"

[sir-adamus]

the FFXIII trilogy ends with Claire "Lightning" Farron taking the collective souls of humanity and shaping them into a massive sword with which she kills God,

but now because of the whining of internet dipshits, 16 gave us mardy Clive and his girlfriend who might as well not be there for how fucking little she contributes

[ranger-kellyn]

when i tell y'all i can get myself absolutely lost in the weeds over the dumbest things

[vulpinesaint]

literally evil for my sacred texts professor to assign a two hour movie. i would not sit down to watch a two hour movie for pleasure much less for class

[sherlock-is-ace]

.

[crownstar]

It felt good today to tell someone, "This isn't going to be routed today. I am leaving for the day. It will be routed in the morning." And then I went and did a paint/glaze pottery event thing, that was for work so I was paid to just paint pottery for 2 hours.

These documents are A) needed to be released by THURSDAY this week. B) Were due to me last Friday to route at the latest. C) Not given to me until 3:30PM yesterday (Monday) (I stayed late 2 hours to deal with that - which is a whole other issue) and finally D) she has known that these were due last Friday for over 3 weeks prior to that date. In fact, she is the one who needs these documents and kept asking people about the status of documents they were responsible for but she didn't submit her own on time.

I informed her of updates needed at 9AM this morning. And I didn't get the updated documents until 1:40PM when I needed to leave at 2PM. (She knew I was leaving early I had mentioned it during our Monday meeting and during our morning meeting today). Also in the course of updating the documents she reverted all the fixes I had made to the numbering so I had to go back in an re-number a bunch of stuff. Which when I was done checking and fixing that in all the docs... it was time for me to leave.

Also talked to the guy who was working with her to review and create/update these documents needed and he was like, these were all done last week. Did she not send them to you? No. She didn't. She sent them to me on Monday afternoon when she was the one who kept bugging people to get their documents submitted by Friday.

She needs these released for an Audit on Thursday.... Girl, I'm Hourly and I have been staying late EVERY DAY for THREE WEEKS STRAIGHT dealing with everyone else's documents that needed to be done for your audit, and then you just don't submit your own documents for your own audit.

Like no. Actually I COULD take my laptop home and get this done for you afterwards but I don't want to. I don't care anymore I am going to go paint.

[the-weeping-dawn]

Wow comments on the videos about Gort are just filed with legitimate conversations about Wyll and wanting more even little things or just existing things fixed without mods

Larian has been liking comments on other patch 8 things. But won't touch the now routine pleading around the most barebones requests for Wyll.

[hauntingblue]

Oh my god why........ why would someone do this omg.... feminism would have saved them all... lesbianism too...

[nanamiskentos]

NERDS DO IT BETTER ☓. ── ( 呪術廻戦 )

⌗ turns out they're the best you've ever had, and you think you're gonna' have to come back for more!

ᯓ starring ─. jjk ensemble cast : nerd! gojo, nerd! geto, nerd! sukuna, nerd! nanami, nerd! toji, nerd! choso

𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲. ㅤ﹑ ( 呪術廻戦 x afab!reader )  ─── ❛ cw ⌓. mdni. college au. risky, public séx. handjóbs. óverstím. hate séx. fíngeríng. fiíming (consénsual). édging. vírgin!kuna. óral (m). missiónary. soft séx. brééding kínk. créampíe. backshóts. óral (f). wc ⌓. 3.5k.

﹙ 五条 悟 : gojo satoru ﹚ ─ advanced mathematics, physics

"oh, fuck!" gojo's absolutely quivering, throwing back a head of tousled, snowy hair, "that's, ouh, that's way better than i ever coulda' even dreamed of." pale-pink lips snapping sharp around another moan as he shudders, "can ya' do it again?"

you're clicking your tongue, doing your very best to bite back a flushed smile yourself. knowing that you've got the smartest, honour roll student pliant beneath you, his thighs splayed out and bare — the skin spottled with patches of rosy pink, dusted with fine white hairs. he's still got that campus sweatshirt on, rumpled over the askew collar of the dress shirt underneath. where you're eager to run your hands, to slide your fingers up past the low trail of hair on gojo's groin.

it doesn't hurt that gojo's, like, ridiculously gorgeous. thick-rimmed glasses foggy over vibrant blue eyes, framed by ridiculously long lashes. and you can see him gnawing at the inside of his cheek as your hand keeps at a steady pace. pumping him over and over, until thick ropes of seed are coating your hand. it must be the nth climax of his by now, but it seems neither of you are that eager to call it a day.

you smile at how gojo squeezes his eyes shut, glasses skipping askew so you can fondly kiss his forehead. titling his glasses right back into place, all while he bites back a low, rumbled groan, "a-another?" it's a plea, almost hopeful for you to milk his poor, throbbing cock until there's not much else it can give.

"mhm, i don't know, satoru. it's kinda' risky, don'tcha think?" you're trying to keep your voice down, knowing that anyone could round the corner here. they could move past the stack of chairs littered behind the physics subsection of books and old papers to find gojo spread out so sluttily over this chair, his pants drifting past his ankles while you lean over behind the desk to jerk him off. workshop questions and calculations long discarded as the most intelligent man on campus chases some form of pent-up relief from you, his angel that's solely heaven sent.

gojo's the type of guy that's always moving, whether he's skimming and flipping through pages of glossy textbooks or speeding over the butterfly keys of his steel-grey mac, and right now?

he's still in motion, tapping trimmed nails in staccato beats against the plastic table. drumming his fingers over and over as he does his best to not let you see the crystalline tears of delicious overstimulation pooling at the corners of his eyes. shuddering as you pull back, letting his big cock snap back, smearing a thin line of translucent cum against his blue sweatshirt.

cursing because he knows he's gonna' have to peel that top off before his next class, before anyone can figure out exactly what that stain is, "fuck, we still got 15 minutes before that lecture, yeah? one more, please, baby, jus' one more."

﹙ 夏油 傑 : geto suguru ﹚ ─ philosophy, sociology

"what did i say? eyes on the lenses, pretty girl." geto's determined and mean when he's like this, but then again, when is he not a cunt?

that bitchy nerd's always sniping at you, doing dumb shit like taking your seat in class and sucking up to the teacher — batting pretty, dark lashes at the tutor while throwing a nasty look your way when you get the answer right.

but as of this moment, there aren't any right answers in your head. not when geto's got you propped up in his broad lap. right in front of a blinking video camera, perched on a shaky tripod as he swirls his digits as deep as he can into your pretty, swollen pussy.

"s-sugu', feels so good," you moan, sinking your teeth into the plush flesh of your lower lip as geto's face softens for a split second before hardening once more. handsome features crinkling as he shakes his head of choppy, raven hair, "didn't ask if it felt good, geez. i asked for the answer to the question, or are we jus' having trouble following instructions as well?"

"hate ya' so, so much, still, i don' even remember the fuckin' question," you're sniffling, knowing that he's so deliciously knuckle deep within you right now. your clear, glossy arousal coating his fingers as he pumps the digits in and out of your heat with a satisfying squelch!

geto smiles, as though he wanted you to say that while he was rolling a fat thumb over your clitoral hood. berry lips pulling at the corners as he tuts, using the hand that was previously holding apart your thighs to slide a pristine paper over his bed, clicking his tongue before he intones, "tch', let me quiz you, again, 'cause we got that test tomorrow. though, 'm not sure it's much good. now, how would you explain structural functionalism?"

your mind's absolutely turning to incredible, pleasurable mush as you struggle to form coherent sentences. instead, staring at the blinking red light blearing out through the dark haze of geto's form room, and swallowing as he begins pulling at the sensitive ache of your clit, "it's, like, the premise of everything havin' a purpose. like, hahh, society being a well-oiled machine n' people are jus' cogs and — fuck! suguru, can't even focus like this."

your back is writhing against geto's toned chest, and you can feel the dark strands of hair that have escaped his hairtie tickling at your cheek, "i know, beautiful," he coos, almost as though he quite likes you, rather than the loathing that he claims, "now tell me, who's ideas does structural functionalism align with? answer quick, and i'll make ya' cum this time, promise!"

brain whirring on overtime to snap out a rushed breath, "emile durkheim!" your lips pouting as you heave in a candied breath of air, "that's right, isn't it? now you promised, so please! make me cum, sugu', fuck."

you can hear geto chuckle, "you didn't make me pinky promise, though?" and he's revelling in how you huff, and curse him out, "besides, i like watching you squirm all pretty for the camera. helps me remember my notes so much more. y'know that 'm gonna' go back and revise this later."

﹙ 両面 宿儺 : ryomen sukuna ﹚ ─ anthropology, history

"you're a virgin?" your mouth parting into a sweet gasp as charlotte tilbury leaves sticky strands of product stringing between your pretty lips. because, there's just no way...

sukuna's rolling his crimson eyes, and shoving his tattooed hands into the ragged pockets of his thick hoodie, "why don't we focus on the project again? y'know that the entire thing is due next week, and this is our last meet-up before we gotta' present?"

the burly, quiet man's clearly flushed — with his tanned cheeks painted awash in some watercolour, blushy hue. muttering something about insolent cheerleaders and how he's refusing to get a bad grade because of you. but you're never one to lose. you just cross your arms over your chest, and a little more firmly on purpose, just to watch sukuna gulp as his gaze drops right down to that shadow of cleavage, "hey, you're the one who asked if i was sleeping with the quarterback."

sukuna's just too easy, because for all his churlish, jerkish attitude, he's not immune at all to your easiest charms. like a pretty red lollipop, or a spritz of your favourite body mist, or when you hike the hem of your skirt up just a little bit higher to doodle faint hearts on your flesh. and now he's grunting, drawing his eyes away from your torso to gulp, training his eyes solely on the project rubric, "yeah. was jus' a question. i don't give a fuck."

"mhm, sure." snapping strawberry gum between your teeth, "because i'm not with him." you grin as sukuna stiffens, almost snapping the poor, thin frame of a cheap lead pencil between his thick fingers.

"no?" he sounds almost, almost sheepish. battered headphones clattering around his marked neck as he jerks, and you almost coo. for it's honestly quiet sweet at how interested he sounds. ironic, considering ryomen sukuna is one of the most surly men on campus. always with his nose buried in some medieval book, always some exemplary paper of his pinned to the student noticeboard about the heian era.

"no," you repeat, scooting just a little bit closer to his broad frame, "because 'm interested in someone else, ya' see. like you, 'kuna."

the pencil snaps, the wood finally giving out to the quick motion of sukuna's fingers clamping down on it. pieces scattering and littering the table as broken lead clutters, the remnants of a man who's just had his world rocked but doesn't want to admit it, "hah, funny," he's muttering, "yer' really interested in me?" all you had murmured was a tempting, alluring little phrase that would remain with sukuna forever, something like, "want me to prove it?"

and that's exactly how you ended up like this. eyes blown wide, little hearts dancing around your pupils as you took in the sheer size and girth of what sukuna was hiding in his faded jeans. lips parting to close over the weeping tip of his thick shaft, and grinning at how there's already sheer, salty drops leaking out.

"fuck, w-wait," sukuna's groaning, with his spiky head of two-toned hair thrown back against your desk chair, "it's sensitive." clacking his sharp teeth around a wanton moan when you tongue at the veins bulging on the sides of his cock, "already feels like 'm gonna –"

"cum?" you offer helpfully, flattening your tongue against him so he throbs, hot and heavy, into your mouth. releasing yourself from his cock with a loud pop! and you're sure glad that your sorority roommates aren't home, for you're not sure how to explain that you're dripping wet yourself, just from sucking off the most infamous, ill-reputed nerd on campus.

"yeah, yeah," sukuna rasps, a heady and low tone that escapes from his chest, "and that would be e-embarrassing, fuck, that's — that's a good spot." sighing as you trail teasing fingers over folded skin, right at the underside of the base of his cock.

"not that embarrassing, 'kuna," you shake your head, loosening the slick strand of saliva that was stringing away from your lips. replacing your mouth with an entirely different type of gloss, and one that you're growing increasingly fond of, "and besides, we got a lotta' time before my roommates come back. plenty of other things we can do, hah."

﹙ 七海 建人 : nanami kento ﹚ ─ economics

"but i jus' think numbers are kind of beautiful, wouldn't you say? like they have their own satisfying figure and precision?"

you smack nanami's chest, leaving a small, cherry hue over your boyfriend's pectorals, "your girlfriend is literally under you, and you're talking about numbers being beautiful."

he gives you an apologetic smile, thick waves of golden hair dampened with the sweat of exertion that was to be expected when he was delivering the sweetest, most loving strokes to your very core. thick, bulging tip kissing your cervix as nanami huffs, "sorry, darling. nothing's more beautiful than my girl, and, heh, yer' figure is the one i love the most."

"that's better," you gasp, feeling him rummage through your swollen pussy. girthy shaft bulging past throbbing, dripping folds as he delivers hit after surefire hit against your g-spot. but then, suddenly, you're frowning, "don't you have class, like, right now, babe?"

nanami squeezes his eyes shut, amber lashes kissing peach-flushed skin. "yeah, had some tutorial," he groans, drawing his cock out of you almost entirely before he's snapping his hips back into you with such force that there's a resounding smack reverberating through his bedroom, "but heh, they don't really need me there. i already know all my shit."

"and you won't get in, i don't know, trouble?"

your boyfriend shakes his head, pushing aside the stack of stock market magazines littered near your head, so he can slam his hand down on the soft quilt. all so nanami can steady himself as he has only one purpose in mind, to make you cum. to make you see such stars of pleasure that you squirt all over his cock. and he can already picture your fucked-out form, hazy and littered with the marks of his loving. and drenched down below.

well, anatomically, it mustn't be possible but at the mere vision, nanami can feel himself harden even more. like his cock is responding to the hypnotising grip that you've got him in. hefty balls tightening further and he's rasping in your ear, "can i —, fuck, can i cum in ya', darling?" desperate and falling apart at the mere idea, at the way your eyes flutter shut in bliss, "only if yer' also wanting me to, i swear. but please –"

"yeah. in me, kento. baby, all yours."

that's all it really takes for thick, stringy wads of hot release to spurt out from nanami's weeping tip. cock releasing strands of gooey seed into your cunt in a way that makes your boyfriend press his forehead against yours, littering a thousand kisses against your fucked-out, smiling lips, "thank you, thank you, thank you, darling. i love you so much. can't even put it into words, but i love you —"

﹙ 伏黒 甚爾 : toji fushiguro ﹚ ─ physical education, kinesiology

"what the fuck did you jus' call me, ma?" toji's got a blunt nail trailing down your spine, running over the curve of your ass, "a nerd?"

you're writhing, "yeah, yeah. i mean, that's what everyone says," and it takes every cell in your body to fight back the inevitable release that toji's bestowing upon you. for you're determined to delay this just a little longer, to feel toji's thick cock slam into you from behind over and over in a way that you never really expected from the grumpy sports major.

and it seems the idea amuses him, for you don't even need to turn around to imagine how his sharp, jade-green eyes must be narrowing at the knowledge of what everyone calls toji fushiguro behind his back. how toji's sharp, shark-like grin must be widening, sharpening knives to sink into your shoulder, "why? 'cause i don't do that stupid, attention-seeking sports shit like everyone else in my degree? 'cause i don't wanna' waste my time on the field or in the locker rooms?"

"t-toji, it's 'cause you always got your damn nose in a book. and i didn't even know you could —," you shriek, feeling his burly forearm come up in front of you, past your bouncing breasts to support your weight as he presses further into you, "i honestly didn't even know you could fuckin' read."

"suchhh a nasty attitude, ma," toji chuckles, and your ass pleasurably stings at the resounding smacks echoing through the (thankfully) empty gymnasium. your lace panties pulled to the sides as you're balanced over the bleachers right in the very corner where the lonesome toji fushiguro prefers to sit, where no one else can bother him.

but damn, if he's not getting off on the idea of taking you so prettily like this. don't get him wrong, toji loves this position. loves how nasty and filthy your pretty arch is when he's swabbing his cock against your pussy. but fuck, he also wishes you were flipped around for him. just so he could press a thumb to your lower lip, and watch your eyes go all silly and crossed for him. while he tacked the thick curl of dark hair around his groin to your sticky, throbbing clit. battered your pretty cunt with his inches until that feisty lil' attitude melted away into sugar and cream.

you moan, such a wanton sound, when toji's thick fingers are climbing up your throat. past your jaw to settle at your mouth. pushing past your lip so you can drool so beautifully for him as he does his level best to at least regretfully silence the sexy sounds falling out of your lips.

"careful, ma," toji shudders, feeling the tight heat of your cunt snatch his soul away, "wanna' keep the volume down so those rocks-for-brains football players don't hear what's going on here. unless, you want them to see how the nerd's practically plowing your brains out, hah."

the resulting clench of your cunt tells toji all that he needs to know, and he has to bite back the furious blush crawling over him, underneath his faded varsity jacket, "oh? that's how it is? well, okay then. hold on."

﹙ 脹相 : choso kamo ﹚ ─ lab medicine, psychology

you know better than to sass choso when he's like this, the night before the final semester exam. see, because the man's got your thighs splayed so prettily out for him. glistening, and dripping all over his bedspread. and to the side, he's got that damn anatomy textbook flipped open.

choso's frustrated, sighing and flicking the pads of his fingers against his tongue to thumb at the sticking pages. rolling his eyes when he isn't able to find the passage that he wants, as if that's your fault. but you don't miss the hungry gleam in the raven-haired man's eyes, the spiky knots atop his head coming loose as he delves right back into his favourite meal. his favourite study snack being your glossy cunt, for he could munch on the slick strands forever.

"bear with me, my love," choso's cooing, trailing a slender, pale finger up your sticky folds until he comes to rest at your clit. tapping the throbbing bud once, "jus' gotta' memorise this, and you're helping me so much."

he's pressing a chaste, quaint kiss to your pulsing clit. that dark mark stretched across his face twitching as he murmurs, "ah, think, choso! right, the clitoral glans has, hmm, 8000 nerve endings. and it leads up to..." choso's drawing slow, teasing circles on your clit and it makes you whine, bucking your hips, "patience, my love. i'll reward you extra special for helpin' me out like this. now, it leads up to the clitoral shaft — and did i tell ya' what the crura is?"

you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you rut against choso's handsome nose for some delicious friction, and he clearly seems eager to indulge you, though he's still lost in academic thought, "right. i guess, baby, you could say the crura are kinda' like the legs for the clitoris. and they extend allll along the pelvic bones."

choso's marvelling the glossy, sheer slick coating his fingers. licking a flat stripe right against your swollen, eager cunt, "and the glans, well, my extended answer needs to mention how they, uh, damn, baby. you're soaked." he's shaking his head again, "i keep getting distracted. the glans — they're the ones with the alpha-delta, and c-fibres, and that's what makes you feel so good. transmitting sensations y'see, i get extra marks for mentioning that."

you hazard a glance to the shining pages of the new textbook that choso's kept on his shelf all semester, "and the, uh, the pudendal reflex? you got a sticky note on that one, babe?"

choso smiles, slowly flicking your clitoral hood in up and down motions, each movement sending simmering pleasure through your groin, "a spinal reflex, m'love. helps with the involuntary muscle contractions, like when i do this —," flatting the pad of his thumb against your clit to run tighter circles against the aching nub, watching as your hips jolt up further against his face. coating the lower half of his features in translucent arousal.

"now, my favourite part," choso says, grinning as he turns his attentions elsewhere, to your dripping entrance pooling such a mess over his sheets. and your boyfriend's tugging at his grey sweatpants, "the grafenberg spot. i don't think my fingers will be enough to stimulate it properly."

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

Albedo

❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else

❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in

❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you

Al-Haitham

❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room

❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on

❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out

Ayato

❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild

❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority

Baizhu

❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him

❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy

❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself

Capitano

❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it

❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts

❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you

Childe

❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face

❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you

❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you

Cyno

❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get

❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it

❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol

Dainsleif

❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease

❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol

❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here

Diluc

❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-

❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you

❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)

Dottore

❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.

❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still

❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???

Freminet

❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS

❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk

❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol

Gorou

❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??

❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh

❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is

[ravespect0r]

while tsumi to batsu is the first vocaloid song I remember listening to, I feel like what made me truly get into vocal synths wasn't a song but rather a video that had a title like "all 60 utaus" (it might've been more I don't remember that well), which was actually just a niconico reupload of a cover medley that also served as a ranking of the most popular utaus at the time. like I watched a bunch of other utau rankings and medleys after that but THAT specific video was my cocomelon

update: holy shiiit I found the exact medley I was talking about. I completely forgot that the ending was like that. now I get why I rewatched it so many times