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professormembranexreader · 3 years

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Sub! Membrane x Fem! Dom! Reader (smut duh)

Includes:

•brief sad boi hours

•headcanon middle-name for Mem that I did research for

•a praise kink (me too)

•pussy eating (yEs plEasE)

•overstimulation (yESSSSSSSS)

•bondage (tie me up science daddy I mean what?)

Membrane's POV

'This is what I get for always setting the bar,' I thought to myself. I was currently sitting in my office, burying my head under mountains of failed designs. I'm such a failure. I don't understand why anyone likes me. I bet my kids hate me too. I'd had to make my wife take care of them for the past few weeks as I tried to work through this burnout. She'd always come into my office late at night and hug me from behind, telling me about what happened that day.

"Dib finally decided to try and make friends with that one kid down the street, and Gaz beat the Wither in Minecraft—she's been prepping for a while," she had said. She'd paused, rubbing my shoulders, "Any progress so far?" I shook my head and laid it down on my cluttered desk.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm sure you'll find a breakthrough soon enough." She patted my back and reminded me to take my medicine before she went to bed. I couldn't get into bed with her. I didn't deserve to. She was doing so much while I just... Why does she like me? I'm not half the man she married.

Going into the kitchen, I saw she left out a plate of food for me. 'I'll eat it later,' I thought. I made some coffee, took my medicine, and went back to work.

|—— time skip ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ ——|

Y/N POV

He was overworking himself. This was so easy to see, even his son could see it without his glasses. (And you don't even wanna know how bad his vision is.) If he continued like this, this burnout wouldn't be temporary.

But how to make him take a break? I sighed to myself as I made the kids their breakfast. I know Gaz has some friends she was going to hang out with over the weekend... if I could convince Dib to stay at a friend's house I could definitely...relieve some tension.

Speaking of, Dib looked up at me after he finished his pancakes. "Mom, do you think I could investigate Zim at his house?" I choked on air before composing myself. "Yeah, sure! That sounds great!" He immediately set out to grab his science stuff and ran next door. One down, one to go.

A few minutes after she finished eating, I went over to my daughter. "Gaz, sweetie, you ready for me to drive you over?" She nodded and went up to her room to grab her suitcase and a bag. I drove her down to her mysterious friend's house and returned to get my tired husband (bitch me too).

"Cariño~ ¿Dónde estás~? Desayuno está listo. " He trudged into the room, goggles off, mumbling a tired "buenos días". He grabbed a cup of black coffee and sat down with a plate of the now cold pancakes. His eyes were open. I couldn't help but stare into them. It was rare to see them after all.

His eyes are why I fell in love with him. It should be a crime to constantly hide away such a beautiful thing—they were milk chocolate with hazel flecks spattered near the pupil. However, the dark circles that almost constantly accented them? Not so much. He needs to take care of himself.

"You should show your eyes more."

"What?" Oh fuck I said that out loud. I turned slightly red as he chuckled. "Well, I'll try for you, mi amor." A smile tugged gently at my lips. He lifted up the surgical mask he wore and sipped his coffee. I couldn't help but smile sadly at him.

"Well... if you'll try doing that, do you think you could do something else?" I asked cautiously. He raised a brow. "Do you think you could, now hear me out, do you think you could take a break for me?" He visibly tensed. Eyes looking anywhere but mine, it was clear that he was nervous.

"Um... about that-" I put a finger up to his lips behind the mask.

"I already know. That's why I'm asking. If you don't stop overworking-"

"But what have I done to deserve a break?" he said, voice breaking, "I haven't come up with any plans or inventions, no innovative ideas whatsoever—I haven't even been there for the kids! I don't deserve a break."

"Oh, baby~" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my level. "You're trying too hard. Nothing will come if you try and force it. Clear your mind. Take a break. (Let me fuck you)." I muttered the last part under my breath, but he seemed to hear it.

"¿Q-qué?" He flushed a contagiously violent shade of red, as mine was soon crimson too.

"I-I mean... if you want to?" Oh fuck I made a mistake. "I just I thought it might make you feel better or relieve some tension or-" He gave me a quick, passionate kiss on the lips.

"I'd love to." Gears turned in his head, "But what about-" "I already took care of it." He gaped, but quickly shut his mouth and nodded.

Both red, I led him upstairs to the bedroom.

"Take off your clothes, Miguel. " His eyes widened. I raised my eyebrow, "Did I stutter? Strip." He flushed crimson and began to comply. I took off my blouse and shorts and threw them onto the floor. I looked over my shoulder as I went over to lock the door—he only had his boxers on, but a noticeable tent around his groin was preventing him from taking them off as well. I chuckled, and walked over to him.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Tell me, what did I tell you to do?"

"Desvisto."

"And what have you not done~?"

"...Desvisto."

Smiling coyly, I whispered, "Would you like any help with that~?" He nodded, not wanting to make eye contact. I grabbed his jaw and forced his head towards me. "Look at me and say it."

"Y-yes please~" I hummed in approval. I took my fingers and teased around the area his bulge was most present. "Ngh~ Y-Y/N~ pLEASE-" I quickly unbuttoned his boxers and his erect cock sprung up. He groaned in pleasure.

"Sounds like someone is a bit pent up~ hm?" I ran my fingers down his shaft, going at an uneven pace to mess with him. He leaned up against the bed frame, chest heaving up and down from my touch. "You really ARE pent up~!" I chuckled, "Man, am I gonna have fun with you~". I pulled my hand away and slowly took off my bra and panties, flinging both at him. I chuckled as he was still frozen in place yet red as ever. I pulled him onto the bed, placing his head at the foot of the bed.

"A-amor, ¿qué haces?" He stuttered. I smirked as I grabbed two pairs of handcuffs from my bedside table.

"Don't worry, darling~" I purred. "Just focus on me~" I handcuffed his hands to each side of the bed frame. I sat myself down on his abdomen, placing my hands on his broad chest.

I leaned down to his neck and whispered, "I want to break you. If it's ever too much just say our safe word, (s/w), got it?" He nodded. "Good boy~ now..." I lifted myself up onto his face, "Eat me out." I looked down to make sure he was okay with it. His mouth opened ever so slightly as I held open my pussy over his lips. "Come on, what are you waiting for~? You can start whenever you want to~" I settled myself down onto his face and felt his tongue push into me. I gasped and pulled his hair on instinct. I looked down to him, eyes full of lust. I bit my lip and smiled.

"I knew you were good at kissing but THIS is a pleasant surprise~" I nodded to him to go at his own pace. I bucked my hips against him, pressing him further in. His tongue pushed inside me reaching tight crevices that would otherwise be missed. "Gah~ Mi-Miguel~" My grip on his hair tightened as he began to probe around inside me. "Y-yeah~ Just like that~ Keep goING AH~" My thighs squished the sides of his face as I involuntarily tensed at the sudden ecstasy. I leaned back onto my arm, pushing his head closer to my heat.

"Just keep going~" I moaned, "You're doing so good~! Ngh yeah right there~ right tHERE YES~!" I bucked my hips as he worked on me with his tongue. "F-Fuck Miguel~ You're so good~ Just a bit longer~" I panted out between moans. The knot in my stomach was about to snap and I couldn't hold it back any longer. My back arched as I screamed his name and came all over his face. Waves of ecstasy crashed through me as I fell forward, only holding myself up with my arms.

Panting, I pulled myself off of his face and closer to his stomach.

"We aren't done?" He asked, out of breath. I raised an eyebrow and looked behind me. It seems that I wasn't the only one currently riding out an orgasm.

I smiled coyly, "Not yet, but you've done really good so far!" I looked him dead in the eyes—they were closed but it's the thought that counts. "Remember, if it's ever too much, just say (s/w). Okay?" He nodded.

I slowly put myself on top of his dick, groaning as it twitched inside me. I moaned out as I got closer to the base of his shaft. I bit my lip and looked up, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Are you alright, dear?" I nodded hastily and started to slam myself onto him. Slower at first, but it soon got up to speed. My hands were planted on his sides as I rode him. "F-Fuck you're so gOOD~!" He moaned my name out loud and twisted against his restraints. Fuck he looks so hot... I picked up the pace and kept slamming down onto him. Tears began to stream down the sides of my face as I groaned out his name.

"¡(Y-Y/N)~ Voy a-!" "Just a bit longer, baby! You think you can do it?" He nodded and panted as he tried to delay the inevitable. He bit his lip and opened his eyes, rolled up to the top of his head.

"Almost~" I felt the knot burst yet again as he released inside me. I panted and quickly undid the handcuffs, pulling him overtop of me right-side-up in the bed.

"Te amo, amor, so please take care of yourself. Can you do that for me, please?" He simply nodded and pulled me closer.

"I'll do anything for you, mamacita~"

Middle name for Membrane came from Miguel Alcubierre (a Mexican theoretical physicist)

#writing #membrane #professor membrane #professor membrane x reader

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snappedsky · 3 years

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Fanatics 81.1

An old, dangerous enemy starts resurfacing.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Reawakening Part 1

The morning bell rings and everyone takes their seats. Miss Sweeties has her usual bright smile as she addresses the class.

“Good morning, everyone,” she chimes, “let’s give a great big ‘welcome back’ to Squee who has finally returned to class! It’s good to have you back, Squee.” He forces an awkward smile and nods appreciatively while the rest of the class replies apathetically.

After morning announcements are read, everyone heads to their first class. Squee clutches his books to his chest and keeps his head down as they go through the hall.

“You okay?” Pepito asks.

“Yeah,” he replies, “just…I didn’t think coming back to Skool would take some getting used to.”

“Well, you were gone three weeks,” Dib points out, “although one of those weeks was Spring Break, so technically two weeks.”

“It felt longer,” Squee mutters.

They arrive to their first class and take their seat as Mr. Stutters starts the lesson. Squee tries to focus, but he finds his mind wandering. He can feel a prickling in the back of his neck, like something’s nearby. Something bad. He tries to ignore it, knowing the Night Terrors are keeping watch. But throughout the hour it steadily gets worse.

Panic starts to rise in his gut. Something’s watching him. He can feel it. Something’s coming. Something familiar. Something dark. It’s closing in around him. It’s gonna get him! Squee cries out and falls out of his desk, covering his face. He looks around but sees only the classroom and the stunned faces of his classmates.

“Squee,” Mr. Stutters says in surprise. “A-are you okay?”

Squee stands up, clutching his arms. “I-I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well. May I go to the nurse’s office?”

“Alright,” he nods.

“Could Pepito escort me?”

“Um well,” Mr. Stutters hesitates but isn’t even given a chance to answer before Pepito stands up. “I suppose.”

Squee nods appreciatively and grabs his bag before he and Pepito leave. They quietly go down the hall, Pepito watching him closely. But before they even get close to the nurse’s office, Squee grabs Pepito’s arm and takes him into the boys’ bathroom. He quickly makes sure all the stalls are empty before locking the door and sighing heavily.

Pepito continues to watch him quietly as Squee drops his bag on the counter and looks at himself in the mirror.

“Ugh, look at me,” he groans, running his fingers along the dark shadows under his eyes. “I look like an exhumed corpse.”

“No you don’t,” Pepito argues, “just a regular corpse.”

Squee chuckles and sits on the counter, resting against the wall. He warily eyes his bag for a second before rubbing his tired eyes.

“Nny was right,” he sighs, “I’m not ready to be back to Skool. I just thought I could force myself.”

“So leave,” Pepito suggests as he sits next to him. “Hell, drop out. Who cares.”

“I can’t drop out,” he argues, “but maybe I will go home. I can’t make it through the rest of the day.” Pepito stares at Squee, at his tired, heavy eyes and weak smile. He can tell that something is tearing him up on the inside, but he just doesn’t know what. He refuses to pry though, worried that it might push Squee away.

Squee rubs his aching head and looks at his bag. “Pepito,” he says, “could you look in my bag? You should find a stress toy.”

“Alright,” he nods. He quickly finds the toy sitting atop the notebooks and bombs and he senses something evil and dark inside it before he even grabs it.

“Where did you get this?” he asks.

“It found me,” Squee replies, “destroy it please.”

Pepito holds it in his palm and it burns to nothing in black flame. Immediately, Squee lets out a sigh of relief.

“That should give me some peace for at least a little while,” he says.

“Is that the thing causing you so much grief?” Pepito asks.

“Well…it’s part of it.”

Squee grabs his bag and stands up. “Tell Mr. Stutters I had to go home. Maybe I’ll try again next week.”

He starts to leave the bathroom when Pepito says, “it’s the Nightmare, isn’t it?”

Squee stops but doesn’t turn around. Pepito stands up and faces him.

“You can’t outlast it like this, Squee. It doesn’t work that way. It’ll keeping wearing you down and wearing you down until there’s nothing left.”

“How do you know?” Squee questions.

“My dad told me all about it when I was a kid,” he explains, “he taught me about all kinds of dark and evil things. The Nightmare is one of the darkest. Look, we can help you-.”

“No!” Squee cries, turning around. He looks at Pepito with sad, begging eyes. “Don’t tell the others. I don’t want them getting wrapped up in this. They have nothing to do with it. And neither do you.”

“But-.”

“I’ll be fine,” he insists, “I just…have to last long enough.” Pepito stares after him hopelessly as he leaves.

Squee hurries down the hall to the front door. As he nears the front desk, he sees someone standing there, talking to the receptionist.

“Oh, there he is,” she says, “Squee, your uncle is here to see you.” “Uncle…?” Squee questions. He stops as the person looks at him and his heart leaps into his throat.

“Hello, Squeekers,” Jimmy grins.

Squee immediately whips around and races in the opposite direction. Jimmy lets out a good-natured laugh and goes after him. “Come now, nephew. Now is not the time for tag.” Jimmy doesn’t have a chance of catching Squee, but he at least keeps him in his sights as they race through the Skool. Squee bursts out the backdoor onto the thankfully empty football field and stops about halfway across it. He turns back to face Jimmy just as he exits the building.

“What’s this?” he scoffs as he steps down the stairs, brandishing two knives. “You squaring up? Ready to grow a pair and face me?”

Squee doesn’t reply, just looks upwards. Jimmy stops and looks up to see Reverend Meat falling towards him.

He doesn’t even have a chance before the large man lands on him, crushing his spine against the cement stairs. Then, he picks up the limp body, rips it in half, and tosses both pieces into the air, where they’re sliced to pieces like sushi by the Doughboys.

While they make quick work of the zombie, Sickness lands on the ground next to Squee and grabs his shoulder. “You okay?”

He nods wordlessly.

“Sorry, I don’t know how he got past us,” she says.

“And I thought we were being so vigilant,” Eff says as the other Night Terrors join them, once they’ve rendered Jimmy’s body to unrecognizable chunks.

“The others can’t be far away,” D-boy points out.

“Yeah,” Reverend Meat nods and holds out his arm to Squee. “Let’s get you home quick.” Squee nods and climbs onto Reverend Meat’s back before the Night Terrors leap away.

Meanwhile, at home, Johnny paces back and forth across the living room while Devi and Tenna watch him from the couch.

“Jeez,” Devi scoffs, “you haven’t even been home two days and you’re already on edge. What’s your problem?”

“I’m not on edge,” Nny argues, “I’m always like this.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that.”

His pacing is interrupted when the door opens and Squee and the Night Terrors walk in.

“Squee, you’re back early,” Nny says. Squee immediately leans into him, burying his face into his chest. Johnny gently rubs his head. “What happened?” “They’re here,” Reverend Meat says plainly.

He snarls. “I knew it.”

Back at the Skool, lunch has just begun. As Zim, Dib, Gaz, and Tak sit at their usual table, Pepito stands in front of them. They look at him expectantly and he takes a deep breath.

“I gotta tell you guys something.”

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myart #myocs

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