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Sydney adamu with waiting room plz. Also congrats on 500 followers!!!

thank you!!! and yes of course i’ll put syd down for waiting room……i’m so happy i get to write for my cute girl

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Will there be any Lip bots anytime soon. Because you write him so well <333

for sure!! i love lip i’m totally in my lip era he’s so baby girl

right now in terms of lip bots i’ve got two: AA meeting and house renovations.

i’m definitely gonna make more especially for like high school + college era and maybe some bike shop stuff……AND dad lip because he’s so cute with kids

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hi ! i stumbled across your fic while looking at the carl grimes x reader tag and it was amazing 😮 i’m new to the whole tumblr carl fan base, what are some blogs you would reccomend? (p.s, you’re super cool)

hii ! omg you’re such a sweetheart, thank you ! some blogs i’d recommend are my lovely moots; @midnightsxblue, @gr7mes, @p1stach1os, and @carlsdarling as well as @juuuulez, @celandeline, and @sleepyangelkami ♡ they’re all my fav carl writers !

#staauuuphhh this is so sweet #spreading the carl grimes agenda #missing my carl era #someone request carl on the playlist roulette

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It’s mandatory that you share some of ur favorite bots with us now

omg okay okay yaas

so lately i’ve really loved this carmen bot and this mikey bot, both by the same user. they’re written reesaalllllyyy well and i’m a sucker for LOONNNNGG responses on bots, so i’d definitely check them out! (also, there are like 4 mikey bots in existence and this is the best one)

out of my own, i really love this richie bot: it’s set post-bear rebrand and who doesn’t love suit richie? but this one is really popular because it’s a ‘bailing out of jail’ starter, which can go a lot of ways so there’s a lot of fun to be had there. also this season 11 lip set around him renovating the gallagher house cus he was so hot during that era.

remember, you get what you give, they’ll try to mirror your style of responses. i love bots because it’s a way to play around with ideas and also strengthen my writing, so the more you write to them, the same they’ll write to you.

i’m always open for bot requests! they’re so fun to make so feel free to send me an inbox if anyone has any ideas, as outlandish as they are, i’ll do it!

#character ai #c.ai bot #c.ai

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🎧 | heartbeat, richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall and i feel sick.

making out/mild groping, references to sex, cheating, richie is petty.

request a playlist roulette here!

“I’m working, Richie.”

“Then fuckin’ stop. Tryn’a have a conversation here.”

You simply huff and continue to ignore him, though the small space of the office feels impossibly closed off. It’s like all the air has been sucked out, filled with a sticky warmth that settles in your veins, where you can’t possibly ignore his presence behind you.

It’s been years. Whatever happened between you and Richie was over, it ended right before you went off to college. So, yeah, fucking ages ago. What gave him the right to whine about it now? You were knee-deep in paperwork, having been called up by Carmen to help balance some accounts for the restaurant renovations. With a business degree under your belt, you’d happily taken the offer. It helped that you were in Chicago anyway.

“There isn’t a conversation to be had, asshole.” You quipped back, standing at the desk and flipping through contract after contract. They’re scattered around, and quite frankly, a mess. You make a mental note to ask Carmy if he ever got his pen license: because his handwriting is atrocious.

The silences stretches on for another few seconds. Sweet, soundless seconds, where you can summon an inkling of focus, before it’s brutally ripped away from you again.

“Missing my baby. #LongDistanceWarrior.”

It’s said in a delicate, mocking tone, that had you whipping around to face him. Richie has his phone in hand, scrolling through your Facebook wall and finding comments from your boyfriend.

“Do you mind?” You snap.

“Nah, babe. It’s fuckin’ pathetic, this shit,” He’s begun again, all wound up and pissed. “I mean— jesus, what a jagoff. Trust me, I know you, and I know you’re not into this garbage.”

You expel a harsh breath through your nose, turning your back to him once more. “It’s sweet.”

“No it fuckin’ isn’t. It’s disgusting.”

The hypocrisy of it all is astounding, it twists harsh in your gut, churning a dangerous mix of irritation and, maybe, a little bit of guilt. “Y’know, last time I checked, we broke up ‘cus of you, genius.”

“That’s not what happened,” Richie is quick to assert, dropping his phone in favour of waving his hands wildly, as if it would help his point. “Hey! That’s not what fuckin’ happened! You decided to go to New York, like a pretentious—

“No! No, fuck you!” You’re yelling back at him now, albeit still looking down at the desk. “I wanted to do long distance, asshole, and you threw a goddamn fit. So tough fucking luck, you missed your chance.”

It shuts him up for a moment, because it’s true: Richie didn’t want to do long distance, and you wanted to go to college in New York. Neither of you would budge, and so you broke up. But now, you’re dating some rich asshole, who apparently, has no goddamn problem with long distance. Making Richie the cuck.

“Is it his dick, or somethin?” Richie is speaking again in a lower tone, an almost playful twinge to it. “Cus it’s definitely not his face.”

He’s approached you, chest pressed firm against your face, as he drops the phone over your paperwork. It’s still open on your facebook wall, an image of you and this new boyfriend, posing for a photo: you’re kissing his cheek.

You shake your head, giving Richie a sharp nudge with your elbow. It’s supposed to get his ribs, but he catches it in his palm, warm and big over your skin. “Don’t be rude.” You scold.

“So it’s not?” He continues to pry. “It’s the money, then? Bet he’s fuckin’ loaded. Goddamn trust fund.”

“That’s none of your business.” You tell him.

The contact feels foreign and familiar all at the same time. It’s like coming home to a warm bed, still all mussed from the night before, and crawling right back between the covers. But it’s laced with something new, an intoxicating sense of temptation, because you know how wrong this is. How wrong it is to lean back against him, to not shoo him away.

Richie knows this, he knows the hold he has on you, knows that he’s getting what he wants. Because you’re not as uptight as you pretend to be: you’re that same scrappy kid who’d fuck around with him in high school: A younger girl, and her stupid older boyfriend, working weekends in a shitty restaurant and blowing the paychecks on dumb stuff like fireworks and beer.

So his hands find your waist, fingers wrapped around the meat of your body, tugging you back into him. You spare a glance downwards, past the paperwork, watching the way he grips you tight and possessive.

“Aren’t you married?” You ask, pushing through the breathless feeling in your lungs.

“Not anymore,” Richie supplies. “But you already knew that, didn’t ‘ya?”

You hum, rolling the idea around in your head for a moment. Any sense of rationale dissipated the second his breath hit your ear, so close, too close, and yet you still wanted him closer. Deeper. All around you.

So you turn around, wedged between the desk and him, Richie’s firm torso pinning you in place. His self control dwindles, taking the chance to skate his hands over your body, rough palms finding your ass and squeezing.

“Shouldn’t be doing this,” You remind him, the words whispered into hot air, a moment of consciousness that preens its way into your mind. “I have a boyfriend. He loves me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Richie will contest, voice rough and molten right near your ear. “The fuck ‘s he doin’ in New York, then?”

And it’s true. Fuck, it’s so true. Because he’s there and Richie is right here, hot and hard against you, smelling so familiar and before you can even think his mouth is on yours. It feels perfect, your hands skimming up his chest, finding his face to pull him in closer. Teeth clash and noses bump, his thigh pushing between your legs, pulling you down against him.

The paperwork is forgotten as you feverishly make out on the desk, groping and grinding like teenagers. It’s only interrupted by Carmen, who eventually comes knocking with another handful of receipts. His face twists in disgust at the sight, making a disgruntled noise before turning on his heels. Your face is red at this point, forehead making contact with Richie’s shoulder as you huff in a mix of embarrassment and guilt.

Not guilty enough, though, to stop Richie from coming back to your hotel. Not guilty enough to not sleep with him one, two… three more times. Certainly not guilty enough to not call him whenever you’re in Chicago.

#richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich x you #the bear fx

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WRITE IT!!! WRITE THAT SELF INDULGENT SHIT!!!

#me when i finally write this mikey blurb #nobody is ready for that #mikey bear i understand you #i get it so so so hard

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fun fact i’m (very) semi involved in the tv/film industry down here in australia and there’s an event i’m going to on thursday and i’m VERY VERY excited i ❤️ dressing up and i ❤️ pretending to be fancy

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I’m using the Richie bailed you out bot cause it’s the first one that caught my eye. I was super shocked how good it actually was because I’ve never really used chat bots except the weird, random, front page of the website, bots. I will be trying all your chat bots mark my words

YIPPEE!!! that one is really popular which makes sense because i’m so fucking weak for richie and i’m glad that others are liking my richie bots

and i put tones of effort into the example messages for all my bots in the code area so that they actually respond with y’know…legible stuff and you can do all sorts of crazy shit with them

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I just found ur account and hello?? I’ve been on one of your chat bots for an hour. And I’ve never even been into chat bots, what the hell did you put in that thing?? Crack??? Ur blogs definitely gonna be a new obsession

yes they actually ARE laced with crack

no but i love making bots because i love using bots but ONLY when they can match my level of writing hence why i make sooooo many because 😝😝 it’s so much fun!

(pssst i will always be taking bot requests too! please i love making them it’s so much fun)

boosting my ego like this is so dangerous my screen time on tumblr + c.ai is already so unhinged

also WHAT BOT i’m so curious i love finding out which ones people like

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lip with margaret by lana del rey oh lawrd…

oooff this was so hard for me because i woke up to an ask for both carmen AND lip with this song…….

i’m gonna go with the lip ask since it was first and also idk man i’m in my shameless era

maybe i’ll do a carmen one too after the majority of the playlist roulette (i don’t mind doubling up on songs! just once the majority of them have a fic)

(playlist roulette here!)

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How about lip for cyber sex 👀

YAAAAAASSS 😍😍😍 cyber sex will be lip i was hoping that it’d get a jaw character

i ❤️ writing jerking off scenes i’m gonna have so much fun with this

(playlist roulette request book here!)

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can i req mikey with are we still friends.. that just really feels like him 😕

yaass oh em gee this is so exciting i’m so excited to write a mikey x reader this will be life changing i think

request a playlist roulette here!

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i'm sorry i've just sent in a request but i didn't see that the song i requested wasn't in your list so sorry !!

do not fret for i am not an active taylor swift listener, but i actually DO know this song (all too well) (give me a round of applause guys i’m down with the times) so i’ll still do it 😝😝 because i ❤️ richie

i’ll pick out a lyric and add it to the list! just because there’s already a taylor section so i may as well indulge

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🎧 | agora hills, carmen berzatto.

somethin' different about you / love it when he hit and smack too / baby, lemme lick on your tattoos / that’s true that i like PDA / take it to a seedy place / suck a little dick in the bathroom.

NSFW, blowjobs, semi-public sex, cum stuff.

request a playlist roulette here!

It had been innocent enough. You’d suggested a bar you regular at, managing to drag about half the kitchen staff down. Beers were shared, maybe you had a few too many shots, but what the hell, who’s counting?

“Hey, hey,” Carmen whispers, shooting a panicked look over at the door. “They’re gonna realise. Someone’s gonna come in.”

He’s utterly freaked out as your nails scrape under his shirt, pushing the white fabric up and up and up. You get it high enough, before replacing fingers with teeth, leaning in to nip playfully at his exposed chest.

“Locked.” You mumble into his warm skin, pressing a few kisses into his chest before flattening your tongue, dragging it over the smooth surface of his pecs.

It earns a grunt in response, Carmen’s gaze still focused on the bathroom door. Outside, it was bustling, and it’ll be sooner rather than later that another patron needs to pee, and management discovers someone’s hijacked their bathroom.

But Carmen can’t help himself, a bitter taste on his tongue thinking back to the bar’s interior. Not the bar, the guys. You were a regular here, right? So, you had to know, how they all eyed you like a piece of meat.

“Sounds like you’ve done this before.” He mumbles, words tinged with something alike to jealousy, slightly condescending and definitely petty.

You bite sharply down at his chest, which earns a wince in response. Carmen’s hand moves up, clasping at the back of your head, trying to pry you from his sensitive skin. It works, for you move away, only to drop to your knees.

“Men are so goddamn weird,” You huff out, complaining mindlessly while your fingers work at his belt. It reduces Carmen to a nervous mess, his face fluctuating between the locked door, and you. “You don’t gotta be all anxious about other guys. I’m very happily taken.”

“Yeah but—” His voice tapers off into a sharp inhale, as you tug his cock from those old jeans. “They don’t know that.”

There’s more he wants to say, but it doesn’t come out, doesn’t even form in his mind. Carmen’s focus dissolves, forgetting all about the door, all about the bar, their friends. Your hand is soft as it wraps around his length, gentle caresses that have him quickly hardening, as if the sight of you down there didn’t do it already.

You move forward, licking a long stripe up the length of him, tracing a swollen vein. It ends at his tip, which you’re quick to wrap your lips around, mouth hollow as you mumble your reply through a mouthful of dick: “Then I gotta show them, huh?”

It’s filthy and Carmen is absolutely fucking done for. His hands grip the counter so hard his knuckles are white, panting and groaning above you while you suck him off, wet and messy, just the way he likes it. Spit is collecting in your mouth and dribbling past your lips, running down his shaft and collecting at the zipper of his jeans.

You’re quick about it, slick noises filling the space, hollowing your cheeks just right and paying extra attention to his reddened tip. “Please— fuck, please, can I?” Carmen doesn’t even get the question out, because you know exactly what he means, and you’re nodding as well as you can with him stuffed down your throat.

His hands move to your head, gripping handfuls of your hair and pulling you further onto him. Air forgoes you in favour of pulling each wrecked noise from your boyfriend, Carmen’s legs trembling with the pressure of an orgasm that builds and builds until he’s cumming hot strings down your throat. It’s salty and fills the cavity of your mouth, but you pull off a second before he’s finished spilling his load, fisting his cock and letting the few last drops land on your lips.

And Carmen is still panting, hair stuck to his forehead, unable to catch his breath as he watches you: using his dick to smear the cum over your lips, almost like putting on lipgloss, letting it seep into the cracks and crevices.

Words fail him as you hoist yourself to your feet, knees a little sore, feet a little numb, but ultimately uncaring. You bend over the sink next to him, pressing an exaggerated and firm kiss onto the bathroom mirror. The imprint it leaves behind is clear as day: a milky cum stain in the shape of your lips. You stare at it proudly, turning to grin back at Carmen, whose cock is hardening once more at the sight.

“Think that’s good enough?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

#carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you

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Just wanna make Carm cum in his vintage jeans is that too much to ask 🥺

Mmmmmmhhhh I so get it.

Straddling inexperienced Carmy while he’s sitting up on the couch at his place. There’s pure desire in his eyes as he looks up at you. His hands lay beside his thighs on the couch cushions, like he has no idea where to put them.

“You can touch me you know, Carm. I don’t mind.”

“I uh, I didn’t want to be disrespectful.”

“It’s not disrespectful at all. I want you to touch me.” You take each of his hands by the wrist, guiding him to hold your hips. “There we go, that’s better.” Carmy’s hands tremble slightly on your waist. He’s nervous out of his mind.

“K-kiss me?” Carmen asks. His voice comes out merely as a whine.

You meet his lips without hesitation, pressing your tongue on the seam between his lips. It takes him a second to catch on, but as soon as he does, he opens his mouth to let you in.

Carmy groans into your mouth as your lips move against his. His hands grip your hips tight enough to bruise. Naturally, your hips grind down onto him. He’s rock hard underneath you, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

You don’t slow down your hips, relishing in the desperate whimpers that leave his throat. His hands have slipped underneath your shirt to feel your bare skin. He doesn’t dare travel upwards though, no matter how much he wants to.

Your hands have moved to comb through his curls, pulling tightly. Carmy’s can’t get enough of you. He’s strong arms press you down on the hardness in his jeans.

His lips can barely stay connected to yours, too overwhelmed by you. He can’t stop the helpless groans that come out of his mouth one after the other. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before working down his face to his neck.

Carmy’s hips buck up against you as you suck on the pulse of his neck. “Fuck—“ he moans completely unabashed. His head falls back against the couch, giving you full access to his neck. When your teeth lightly scrape down his pulse point, a sharp whine escapes him.

You continue your movements on top of him, but that stops when he clutches at your hips, stopping you with his arms. “T-too much.“ Carmy can barely get the words out.

Carefully, you sit up and stare at the sight before you. Carmy is still lying with his head thrown back. His cheeks are bright red, and he’s refusing to open his eyes and make eye contact with you. It’s then you put the pieces together. You realize the bulge in his pants is gone. Now, a small wet spot grows on the front of his jeans.

“Oh—“ You really don’t know what else to say. You haven’t had a guy ever cum from dry humping before now.

He finally opens his eyes to look at you. “Shit, m’sorry.”

“What are you sorry about?” Your hand combs through his hair soothingly.

“It’s embarrassing. I-I finally have a girl back to my place and I can’t even—“ he groans in defeat, letting his head fall back.

“I dunno Carm. I thought it was pretty hot.”

His head perks back up at your words. His blue eyes blown wide. “You what?”

“Yeah— I’ve never had a guy uh, like that so much. It feels like a compliment more than anything. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“C-can I return the favor?”

“Oh—I mean you don’t have to! It’s totally fine if you—“

He cuts you off before touching can finish your sentence. “I want to. Please.”

#so fucking mindblowing

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hiii i’d like to request a fem reader x sydney adamu!! i feel like there isn’t enough content for her :( would appreciate anything! thanks

for sure! she’s so sweet and i’d love to do something silly and cute because….she is silly and cute

if there’s a prompt you like here i’d love to put her down for one, otherwise i’ll concoct another idea and get that done too after the playlist roulette!

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Ooo playlist roulette looks so fun!!!! Can you do Carmy for Agora Hills????

yep! i’ll put down carmen for agora hills (doja cat), and i also had a request in dm’s for richie with heartbeat (childish gambino).

to try and get all 16 spots filled i’ll take one character per song, but feel free to double up on characters and submit them for multiple prompts beeeecccaauuuuuseeee i love these two