#AND ALSO JUST IVY THIRSTING AAAAA

[pizadowa]

another spicy carmen and ivy posting thanks to anon below the cut ( 🔞🔞 )

DAWG IT’S LIKE YOU’RE READING MY MIND!!!!!!!! Do you have ANY idea how much I screamed during the interactive short because it’s soOoOOooo tasty, oh my god. Hold on first I need to just——

hot

Hot

HoT

HOT!!!!!!!!!

((zack was also very hot but this post aint about him))

Like bruh, the absolute saucy potential this short unlocked...holy shit.

AHEM but going back to your idea...

I firmly believe they all have brushes with confusing sexuality surrounding their traumas. These bitches been through A LOT OF FUCKED UP STUFF. And hey, what better way to reconcile with some of that than with an empowering fantasy, taking the control back in their hands?

Or, in Ivy’s case, giving that control over to Carmen.

She had no idea that this sort of curious play of power with Carmen has been bubbling underneath, slowly but surely through the years, and her kidnapping-turned-sexydreaming only unlocked the curiosity with record speeds.

One day, after a particularly...vivid dream of the sort, Ivy is left milling about the HQ feeling rather (for lack of a better phrase) hot and bothered. She wants to talk about it, she doesn’t want to talk about it, she wants to talk about it, she doesn’t...ad nauseam. Carmen picks up on the distracted behavior, culminated when Ivy accidentally breaks something in the garage with a distressed yell, and goes to check on her. Carmen’s kindness and genuine concern practically snaps Ivy’s resolve in half and she vents in teeny tiny pieces.

“Hey, Carm... Remember when you got caught up doing VILE’s grocery shopping, and you had to come save me and Zack?” She pauses at Carmen’s troubled, raised eyebrow. "Ugh, duh, of course you remember, forget I said anything.”

Carmen places a knowing hand on Ivy’s shoulder that feels like lava. “Not a day goes by where I don’t stress about it. I should’ve been there to stop it from even happening.”

“Hey, no sweat, we're tougher than we look. But, um, that's kind of...not what's bothering me.”

Carmen retracts her hand and stands at attention. “Oh? Is...everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just—" An image from her dream, of Carmen's hands over her constrained body, flashes in her mind and she nearly chokes. “Uh—”

“We don't have to talk about it, you know. We can do another girls' trip, oorrr I can just let you get back to your work.”

Carmen turns ever so slightly and, worried she's about to leave, Ivy grabs hold of her wrist. "No!" Realizing she now has Carmen's hand in her own, skin-on-skin, even more imagery from her dreams takes over her mind, and she figures it's now or never. “Hooh boy.”

“Ivy...?”

“Okay, okay.” Ivy lets out a puff of air to psyche herself up. “Ever since then, I've been having these...dreams. Of being back on the table, with that weird thing on my head.”

Carmen's expression softens, one part worried and one part guilty. “You're still having nightmares about it. That's completely understandable.”

“Yeah, but no. I-I mean, some of these are...-n't nightmares, exactly.”

“They're not?”

“No, it's like, just dreams. Good dreams, where, you're, um...” She lets go of Carmen and slowly brings both hands to her face, hiding within her palms as she speaks. “You'retherebymytabledoingthingstome.”

She groans into her palms, failing to drown out the clamor of her heartbeat in her ears. The air grows silent, still, painfully uncomfortable, until another pair of hands cup over hers.

“Funny,” she hears Carmen say, and is then met with her knowing smile as she separates Ivy's hands, “I had the same dream last night.”

Carmen leans in to kiss her, warm and comforting, before breaking off to walk towards a workbench, a bumbling Ivy tugged along by the hand.

“Carm...what're you—” Carmen encroaches on her personal space, guiding her by the arm until Ivy has nowhere to go but against the table. “...doing...”

Ivy’s defenseless to stop her. Everything is happening in altered time, she’s not even sure how or why, but her curiosity gets the better of her. She swallows an anxious lump down her throat as her back makes contact with horizontal wood. Carmen seems to tower over her, arms flanking her as she reaches for a pile of tow rope.

“You don't want it to stay just a dream, right?”

And that’s how Carmen and Ivy got into some kinky shit! The End ^p^!!!!!!!