#also i’m just really fuckin tired

[cyncerity]

sorry for dip in content!

lots has been happening recently and most of it has to do with it being near the end of my senior year. i’ll still be busy for a little while longer but I have 2 stories in the works that are mostly done!

so as kind of an apology for a lack of content, here’s two really vague snippets from my wips:

This one is for the Home Home au (Person this is the thing i’m writing for your ask i didn’t forget lol)

and this one is for the Store Shifter AU-

#also dsmp has been on a minor downslope hyperfixation wise cause of south park #still invested in it but i need to give it a minute so i can stop consuming only south park content #i need to let the obsession simmer down so i can enjoy it like a normal person lmao #also i’m just really fuckin tired #idk why i just am lol #anyway dsmp content is still being made i’m not dead and still very involved in the mcyt g/t community #especially with qsmp now which i need to catch up on #and now slutsmp like hello?? #we’re getting mc content again i’m literally so happy #cyncerity #mcyt gt

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

I don’t know how, but recently I started thinking about ye old early dsmp and L’Manburg and all that good stuff so here’s a doodle dump

I know some people really hate dsmp, or think it’s cringe, or whatever else. But it’s honestly what got me through most of the pandemic. Not to mention the mutuals I met on here through it!! So no matter what, it holds a little special place in my heart :]]

#I am really tired today #but the grind never stops (I love making and posting art :3) #maybe I show redraw some old things from 2020 #I think I’ve improved a lot since then #so it would be pretty cool to see!! #anyways hope this isn’t too cringe for you guys #I may be cringe but I am free!!!!!!! motto for life!!!!!!! #dsmp #dsmp fanart #lmanburg #uhhhhh what are the fuckin tags again #c!tommy #<- would they still be like this??? idk I hope so #let me know if I’m wrong #c!tubbo #c!niki #Crab Doodles #also don’t mind how long it took me to actually search up niki to figure out her hair -_- #I’m just a little lazy sometimes but I figured it out in the end!!

[therealvalkyrie]

bath + asparagus time

#I did some cleaning and my day’s gotten slightly better #long story short I’ve had a fucking weekend lmfao #last Thursday I had a complete breakdown on my way home prompted by like the smallest comment u could think of #nevertheless it made me sob violently #like picture florence pugh in midsommar but more hysterical #on Friday I had a good day!! but it was fuckin busy man and I didn’t get around to #half of the stuff I needed to #Saturday was also busy and on the way home from work my car started SMOKING!!!! from under the hood #nothing was on fire but it freaked me the fuck out and I couldn’t get it to the mechanic until today so I had to find rides everywhere #and that was stressful #I only got like 3 or 4 hours of sleep Saturday night bc I had a (fun!!!) thing that went really late and then had to get up at 5 for work #on Sunday #so Sunday afternoon I got home and napped from 2-6pm and then just went to bed at 8 so I STILL didn’t get any shit done #and then this morning I opened again and I spent my sh #ift w people who are even newer at my job than I am so I was like training them/doing everything they couldn’t do yet and it was just #a weird day and my boss was acting weird and I didn’t like it at all #and then this afternoon I take my car to the mechanic FINALLY and he says the radiator’s busted and leaking coolant everywhere and also #one of the tires is fucked so we have to get them all replaced #and that’s gonna be several hundred dollars which is fine it’s all fine but I’m fucking tired #and when I got home there were still dishes to do😭😭😭 #I need someone to baby me and clean my house #gawd #valkyrie talks

[minionwater]

sallies _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

#edit: don’t read all this I went on a fucking rant #like seriously it’s incoherent musings on my silly meme post #sally’s weird. never know how to feel abt her #I know a few sallies actually. most emotionally intelligent kindest ppl I’ve ever met. supported me when shit went to fuck #but also?? the least aware motherfuckers I’ve ever had the misfortune of talking politics with #it’s like. they’ll support you emotionally physically whatever . in a way that fellow activists don’t #bc we’re all too fucking tired #but they can’t comprehend large scale events #they’re the type to like. go to war to comfort the dying but somehow view the war as a distraction from that #n I don’t know if that’s fine. if it’s reprehensible. if it’s a necessary service to those who DO fight #I’m not even calling them fairweather really. bc they’ll stick around. just in a different sort of way #part of me hates them n part of me admires that they stay anyway. misguided as they might be #bc personal kindness is radical too in a way #but at the same time… is it enough. is anything ever enough #I don’t know which part wins. depends on the day I guess #I know a few sallies. I’m even friends with a couple. n I have no idea how to feel abt that #sorry for the musings I’m just really fuckin. in the shitter rn abt apathy towards genocide #n naturally that’s leading me back to this show. again #real tags time I guess #sanders art tag #cabaret #musical theatre #sally bowles #this is. jane horrocks sally :)

[comfycozycrossfox]

tryna do the math on whether weed has started giving me headaches, or it’s just the specific strains i’ve been using, or if i’m just getting headaches a lot for unrelated reasons and they kick in around the time i smoke

#there’s a few reasons why i’d just be getting headaches like that so like maybe #but also i feel like they’ve been kicking in only when i take a few hits #or take an edible . and i’m doing small fuckin doses of those BECAUSE i thought maybe they were causing the headaches #i used to thrive on like 50mg and now i get horribly nauseous at 40 and maybe possibly headaches from just 10????? #i’m using a Variety of strains as i always have so i really don’t think it’s specific shit #but also why would weed just start doing that to me #idk idk i’m just so tired of the headaches bro

[camping-with-monsters]

so this happened last night

#I’m so good at Pokémon bro #I kid you not. I was speechless. #didn’t even say a word until my brain fully processed it #it was late o’clock #I wasn’t really that tired but more just worn tf out #sometimes I run around aimlessly in pokemon #hoping that something like THIS would happen #well whudduya fuckin know #gonna try to get into the habit of recording my shiny encounter footage #I should also probably get into the habit of saving before encountering if at all possible #needless to say I am EXCEPTIONALLY happy with this being my first gen 9 Pokemon to get shiny #capsakid #shiny pokemon #pokémon scarlet and violet #Pokémon scarlet #Pokémon violet #pokémon scarvio

[zephsomething]

Y’all characters die all the time in dnd it’s really not that big of a deal

#zeph rambles #critical role #c3e33 #bells hells #I’m so tired yall #idk if you’ve just never played dnd or you’ve had really nice dms #but like #I have killed many pcs including those of children #it happens #sometimes you roll real bad or the dm rolls real good #I did a spell the other day as a player where I rolled 7d10 and not one of them was under a seven #I also rolled as a dm the day before and fully killed my players blink dog #just fuckin nuked him out of the sky because the damage I rolled was 3x his health

[jackienautism]

maybe i’m just being a Bitch about it but like … is anyone sad at how lesbian is mainly used as an umbrella term? like. we don’t even really have our own term

#lesbian #mine #text #like. i honestly don’t really care that gay and lesbian are used as umbrella terms. i’m just #thinking in the sense of like. we don’t even have our own term that encapsulates our experiences #specifically #and i GET sexuality and lesbianism can’t be fit in a simple box. but we all have that one thing in common. yknow? #i also get that we’re meant to be a community. but sometimes it’s nice to have that. Label. yknow? #and that often erases the use of the word bisexual. but i can’t really speak on that bc i wouldn’t understand personally #but it’s just …. idk fnsjfjd i get it doesn’t fuckin matter in the real world but gosh …….. #being a lesbian can be so ….. alienating. idk #and i don’t really like talking abt shit like this. let alone publícly. but. yeah #to end on a nice note. saw a comedy act tonight and i really liked it :] #got me thinking abt stuff fnsjfnd she’s made a bunch of comments abt being queer and being asian and stuff #sorry if this makes me seem bitchy. i’m just. tired #there’s inherently so much dumb fucking discourse around our identity and. gosh. augh #it’s TIRING #my thoughts #[emma mountebank voice] ok :) i’m done #misc tag

[cyborgdragongirl]

the more you harass me about doing something the more stubborn i am about doing it.

i said i’d do it, i will do it. as soon as i’m capable.

no i don’t like what i’m doing either and am actively trying to be better. just fuckin hear me when i say i’m trying

#sprenposting #i struggle to read books in my old age #i FUCK UP audiobooks but #sitting down and reading words on a page or my phone or an ereader #just starts givin me panic attacks #i read 4-8 books a day until i dropped out of high school #and now i just instantly get stuck in that panicky dissociation from everything #that saved me as a kid but now i can’t fucking read #i promised a friend i’d read their book #and another friend is read some of their short stories #but i haven’t gotten past chapter three in my first friends book in the last two years #and the other friend is asking me if i’ve read it every few days #and like no..i haven’t. i haven’t even read more than a couple chapters of the space lesbian necromancer book i’m really excited about #and i know it’s important to them that i read it #and i deeply want to #but i want to enjoy it #i want to be in a place where i’m not hyperventilating and trying to mask and tell them how great it is #just..i’m just so tired #and i’m also so fuckin busy #got a full time job;doordash on the side;two partners i already feel like i don’t pay enough attention to; and a fairly large social group

[slow-drowned-angels]

Having mixed feelings about cadavers

#tw death #—————— #morbid curiosity vs inherent discomfort and literally inherited fear of death. hm #context: my job rn is in the medical industry and we have a cadaver lab! very useful! very cool! #we did a cadaver lab earlier today! lovely 92 yr old donor who had terrible bone quality #I keep feeling like I can smell cadaver scent around me (in my room) and I can’t tell if it’s brain bullshit or actually there (most likely #bullshit) it’s like fuckin Macbeth or something #cadavers smell like… the grocery raw meat aisle but something is Horribly Wrong. not like rotten but just Wrong. #I also just get weird about lingering scents in general so #idk I’m too tired to have full thoughts but it’s causing Brainweird #void.txt #at the same time it’s really cool and I like seeing the different parts!

[woundedheartwithin]

I’m emotional about Emi today

#yakuza #judgment #she speaks #I watched her cutscenes for gifs and now I’m just thinking about her #also my fucking camera roll is a nightmare lmfao #I make gifs on my phone because I’m a crazy person #so it’s just like 100 three to six second videos of kimura lmfao #I’m a dirty cheater I just cut videos and put them in a gif maker website I’m sorry I know I’m garbage #that’s why my gifs aren’t that great tho so now y’all know my secret #not that it was ever a secret I’ve said it before lmao #anyway feel free to cancel me I’m still emo about Emi-chan tho #I’m taking a break from work and I really want a nap I’m so fucking tired #I might take the weekend off and just fuckin sleep

[yanderenightmare]

TW: suggestive nsfw

gn reader

Thinking about how you and your delinquent childhood friend couldn’t be any more different...

And yet you never seem to grow apart…

You’re fresh out of the shower, feeling toasty with a fluffy towel wrapped around your hair – another around your body.

You’re ready to lie down in bed and enjoy the rest of your Saturday night with a cup of tea while catching up with the new releases of that show you’ve been meaning to watch before the spoilers reach you.

The clock ticks about midnight, but it doesn’t really matter because you have the entire Sunday morning to sleep in – so you take your time, letting your chamomile soak before adding honey and a teaspoon of vanilla.

Your feet prickle against the shoddy floorboards – faux wood doesn’t carry heat very well, and the cold is beginning to seep through your soles post-shower – so you walk off to find your slippers. 

But just as you’ve slipped them on, there’s a loud banging on your door. 

“Oi! Open up!”

There’s no mistaking who it is. 

You sigh.

“Go away, you’re drunk…”

There was a party tonight. But you didn’t go. 

Though, you bet the boy on the other side of the door had gone and gotten kicked out and has now washed up here – right on your welcome mat.

He doesn’t relent, now kicking the door as well as banging his fist into it.

The pictures on the wall rattle from the force. 

“Open the fuckin’ door," He's whining now. "Or I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow the whole street to hell!”

You curse under your breath at the sound of him howling, shuffling over to the drunken mood swings, then unlocking the three locks to let him in. Hissing beneath your breath as though the damage isn’t already done, “Shut up, you’re waking the entire block-”

He ignores you, grumbling, “Fuckin’ finally, ‘m freezin’ my balls off out’ere,” while pushing himself inside even when your plan was to tell him to piss off.

“I’m really tired,” You sigh, but he’s not really listening – fully ignoring you with a groggy grin as he looks down at you with lazy eyes and slurred words.

“Tch- look at yah – all wrapped up – lookin’ like a pastry.”

“Wah!” You yelp when he grabs you – lifting you up around his torso while stumbling forward to your bed – crashing down on the mattress with a content murmur – his face cradled in your chest.

“Just what I need right now…”

A little panicked – wearing but a towel you felt slipping from the fall – you try nudging him off, but he has his entire weight on top of you – soaking into your warm skin after having stood out in the chilly night air with nothing but a lousy shirt on.

You jolt with a squeal when he puts his freezing hands beneath your towel – squeezing into the soft, warm flesh of your thighs.

“Mh- you’re warm~” He rumbles in a drawl, traveling higher despite your whine. “Come on- don’t be stingy- m'gonna catch'a cold-”

You realize there’s not much you can do but accept it. 

You huff, gritting your teeth. “Fine, you can stay.”

To which he just chuckles, placing his chin in the dip of your ribs while looking up at you with a sly grin. “You’re such a sucker.”

You frown, grimacing at the words wafting into your face. 

“Ugh- you’re breath reeks. Go brush your teeth, at least. And take off your shoes.”

He pouts at your strictness, releasing a long, drawn-out sigh like a child. 

But ultimately, he drags himself up. 

“Mh-kay…” He kicks off his shoes, lets his pants drop into a heap, and wrings off his shirt on his way to the bathroom – calling back over his shoulder before he disappears into the room. “But we’re fucking after.” 

You’re cheeks warm at his casualness.

You hear him flip the tap.

You purse your lips while sinking your teeth into the lower one. Smacking them at yourself.

You rubbed your hair dry and your thighs together until the sound of running water was interrupted by his toothbrush clinking against the sink – signaling he was done.

You were also ready and waiting by the time he walked out – your original plans for the evening already long lost in the heat. 

But waddling back, he flops right onto the bed, like deadweight – on his stomach, snoring almost just as quickly with drool dribbling down into a blotch on your pillow.

He’s fast asleep.

You gape. Blinking at him. And after realizing it wasn’t a joke, you scoff. “Hello?”

There’s no reply.

You close your mouth and raise your brows. Then sigh with your entire body while shaking your head.

You drape him with the duvet and scooch in beside him. A bit of a frown on your face as you look at him.

There’s toothpaste on his cheek. 

You wipe it away with a wet thumb.

“Dumbass.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi

JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Toji

AOT – Eren

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut #yandere demon slayer #yandere aot #yandere bllk #yandere blue lock #yandere attack on titan #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia

[meltingmidas]

Coachella Rut

Paring: Idol!Hongjoong x Non Idol!Reader

CW: DomJoong/SubReader, Joongie is aggressive :))), pinv, unprotected sex (don’t do this plz this is not sexy!), creampie, mentions of marks and bruises, degradation, pls lmk if i missed anything!

WC: 920

Midas's Notes: So I literally started this right after watching the Coachella stream.. holy shit. Joong really did something to me and idk if I’ll ever be the same. Is there possibly a Mingi one in the works? Maybe. Uhhh this is NOT edited cause I’m too tired and this is just raw horniness so please enjoy (and excuse) this messy fic! PS also didn’t have a fuckin clue what to name it so enjoy the random title <3

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“Fuck Joong, slow doowwwn- ugh please!” You whimpered as he roughly pounded into your abused pussy, your legs over his shoulders, his arms beside your head. He’s been at it for nearly 2 hours now, rejecting your every single orgasm, giving you no time to rest. Your neck is littered in bruises, cheeks red from his previous slaps, eyeliner dragged down to your jaw. He’s always like this after a concert; but for some reason Coachella has him in a rut.

He’s aggressive, raw, and borderline psychotic. A wild smile plastered on his face, the shitty red dye running down his face over his eyes and around his cheeks, down to his chin and neck. He locks eyes with you as he brings his hand up to roughly hold your jaw, your cheeks uncomfortably squishing together. “You are fucking mine, got it? Your heart, your soul, your thoughts, your pretty pussy, everything. You belong to me. Yeah?”He whispers out, inches away from your face, he’s movements never faulting. You nod, and mewl out a small “Yes sir” before he gives the corner of your lips a small kiss and returning to the side of your head, giving light nips to your neck. Hongjoong looks straight out of a horror movie; and it’s fucking sexy.

You’re dragged out of your thoughts by a particular hard thrust, kissing your velvety sweet spot inside you, making you sing his name like it was a prayer. “You look so fucking good underneath me. All fucked up on my cock, yeah? You can’t get enough of me, can you?” He grunts out, his voice course from the previous show he put on. You nod eagerly, your nails scratching at his shoulders, bound to leave your mark all over him. “Yeaah that’s right slut. Tell me how good I am.” You moan loudly at his request, surely others would hear (not that you cared), starting to attempt to form a sentence. “Cock feels to-fuck feels too good Joong. Need you to fuck me harder. Please!”.

He chuckles deeply, heavy into your ear, soft grunts and pants leaving his lips. “You feel so fucking good, you were made for me, whore.” You scream out his name as he starts fucking you faster; harder than he’s ever gone before. You whine and whimper, begging for your release, “Please Joong- pleasepleaseplease fill me up sir, I need it so bad. Need your cum inside me so bad.” Hongjoong moans loudly in your ear, his breath fanning against the shell. He lifts up to look at you, the fully sits up, your lower half now slightly lifted up off the bed thanks to your legs still over his shoulders. He gives you a wild smirk, eyes dark and full of love and lust. His hands find the plush spot of your hips, nails digging his shape into it. You whine, tears spilling out as you keep your babbling pleas for his seed. “Fuck- such a good girl, asking so politely for my cum.” One hand moves from your hips and finds your clit, your eyes shoot open and a drawn out moan leaves your lips, a new spark shoots up your spine and your release edging closer and closer.

He grunts, his thrust growing sloppier and harder, you can feel him twitch inside you as he gets closer. “Gonna make you mine sweetheart. All mine- fuck.” He peers down at you, a smile and his signature laugh, “Cum for me, doll.” That was all you needed as you find yourself twitching, hips bucking up into his, you feel your walls convulsing around his, feeling your sweet slick run down to your ass. He moans, voice scratching as a string of “shit” leaves him, as you feel hot ropes of cum fill you up. You whine, feeling so full of him and his milky cum. “So so good. Fuck you’re mine. Mine all mine..” he whispers out, more to himself, as he pushes his final spurts of cum inside you.

You look at him through your wet lashes, admiring the scene of his sweat drenching him, basking in his post sex glow. He catches your eyes, a soft smile leaving his lips as he leans down to meet yours. Hongjoong gives you a soft, gentle kiss, completely different to the ones you received earlier. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t do too much did I?” He asks, slowly pulling out of you, a mix of both your cum oozing outside of your puffy pussy. You shake your head, “No, not at all Joongie. But holy shit, I don’t think I can get up after all… that.” You laugh, and you hear him quietly joins you. “Here.” You look over to find him handing you a glass of water (that he already prepped beforehand, what a gentleman), and a towel in his hand beside you. You gladly take it, shaking as you hastily take a sip. You feel him gently lift one of your legs, softly patting and wiping you off. “I’ll start you a bath, and we can take one together. Or would you rather eat first? Which sounds good?” He quietly asks you, throwing the towel to a dirty clothes hamper and grabs your hand to give it a kiss. You giggle, “Bath, then food, please.” He nods, slowly rubbing your knuckles in his hands. “Sounds good sweetheart.” He gets up to start your bath, you sit up, sipping your water and wondering if you should get chicken or a burger.

#Ateez #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #kpop #kpop smut #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader

[livwritesstuff]

thinking about this again so here's a part 2

Eddie wakes up to rain. Heavy rain, the kind that keeps the morning sky dark and bounces loud off the roof and the walls and the windows.

The rain didn't wake Eddie up. What did it was a pair of big, warm arms wrapping around him and pulling him in close.

Steve’s arms.

Objectively, this should be a good thing, and past versions of Eddie (even twenty-four-hours-ago-Eddie) would be goddamn irate with him for feeling anything other than vehemently positive about it.

He’s feeling bothered. He’d gone to sleep last night feeling bothered because Steve had sacked out approximately three seconds after they’d hooked up for the first time, and now he’s being woken up by Steve’s big arms pulling him in close and that has Eddie feeling bothered all over again because this isn’t how he thought this would go at all.

“G’mornin’ Eds,” Steve mumbles, the remnants of sleep in his voice.

And then he has the audacity to press a soft kiss onto Eddie’s bare shoulder.

"Y'know," Steve says, "I was gonna ask if you wanted to go to the diner this morning, but…sounds like it’s kinda fuckin’ gross out there. I can make us something if you want.”

Eddie sits up, suddenly feeling like he’s been left outta the loop on some part of this because Steve doesn’t even seem surprised to wake up and find Eddie still in his bed.

If there’s anything Eddie hates more than feeling bothered, it’s feeling like he’s left outta the loop, like there’s a piece of all this that he’s missing.

"Uh, what are we doing here, Steve?" Eddie asks, and he regrets it the second he sees Steve's face turn all hurt and confused.

"I don't —" Steve starts, pushing himself up on his elbow into a half-seated position, "What...what are you talking about?"

And isn't that choice of words just completely ironic?

"Oh, now you're interested in talking? Or are you gonna fall back asleep the second I start to-"

"Wait –" Steve interrupts, his eyebrows furrowed, "Are you all pissed off because I fell asleep?"

"I'm not pissed off," Eddie mutters, fiddling with a loose string on the edge of the sheets.

"What the fuck did you want me to do?" Steve argues, "Break out a deck of cards and suggest a round of poker? It was late! I was tired! I don't know how else to say it, man. You, like — you did a good job. Really had me beat, or whatever."

And, sure, Eddie allows himself to sit with that notion for a second before he shakes his head.

"I needed you to talk to me!” he exclaims, "We fucked, and then you fell asleep, Steve! Like it was just a fuckin' hook-up to you or something."

That confused look is back on Steve's face, but instead of being laced with hurt, this time it's just plain bewildered.

"What — Eddie," he says, "We talked."

Huh?

“Huh?”

“We talked,” Steve repeats, “Before we…you know, and I said that I like you and I said that I’m not really into the casual thing anymore, and you seemed pretty on board with all that, man, I dunno.”

And yeah, sure, Eddie sort of remembers that.

He definitely remembers when Steve pressed him against his closed bedroom door, and maybe he’d also been speaking at the time, but they’d been so close together and Steve had kept doing these little glances down at Eddie’s lips and there’d been this intensity in his eyes and Eddie had been pressed against Steve Harrington’s closed bedroom door.

There hadn’t been a single coherent thought in his brain, obviously, and yes, that included comprehending any of those words Steve might have been speaking so everything that had come out of Eddie’s mouth in response had been yes, yep, uh-huh, you betcha.

Eddie feels heat rising in his cheeks and by the looks of the amused smile making a home on Steve’s face, he’s not blind to what Eddie is currently realizing either.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters, “I’m a fucking idiot.”

"Maybe," Steve allows even as he starts to pull Eddie back into his arms, "Breakfast?"

#steve is like: dear god pls let me tell robin about this she thinks i have no game #steve: i need her to know my game is so good it completely shut your brain off #eddie: don't you dare #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #might clean this up a tad and post on ao3 if i'm feeling it

[carmenberzattosgf]

OH MY GOD CARMY SMOKING WHILE YOU RIDE HIM walk with me…

maybe you’re at his place, or his office, and you’ve just been kinda needy all day. not to an ‘annoying’ extent, but carmen sees it because he knows you. so when he tugs his jeans and boxers down just enough for you, you pounce

he leans back in his couch/chair, pulling out a cigarette and lazily watches you go at it. maybe he’d tug your shirt up so he could ‘see his girls.’ his nonchalance just drives you fucking crazy and he lets you do it yourself, no matter how many times you whine for him to help because ‘you were fuckin’ gagging for it all day, who am i to interrupt, huh? jus’ keep fuckin’ me like that’

i don’t think he’d blow smoke in your face (intentionally) but if you find it hot he would. and once he’s done he puts out the cigarette, his lax grip on your thighs tightening as he starts snapping his hips against yours

Also includes this ask I got shortly after: Camry smoking a cig during sex has my mind going brrrrrrrrrrrrr. It's so lazy, too. just slow riding him while he lays back and watches. Maybe it's punishment for acting up???? You're just whining on his cock begging for him to help you cum.

I. YEAH. YOU GET IT. Time to expand on these thoughts. ( this ended up being 1670k words of filth)

You find yourself at Carmy’s apartment on his day off. Those don’t come around too often. You expected him to do something by now, but he hasn’t made a single move to get his hands on you. He kissed you when you came in, but that was about it.

You take matters into your own hands. Try to, at least. You are practically all over him, never leaving his side. When he’s standing at his kitchen counter that evening, pouring you a glass of wine, you quietly walk up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you rest your forehead on the center of Carmy’s back. You let your hands gently slide over the taunt muscles of his stomach over his shirt as you speak.

“I’ve missed you, Bear. Missed your hugs. It feels like I’ve hardly seen you all week.” He sighs into your touch.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Carmy turns around to hand you the glass. “Work was extra crazy this week. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to see you.”

“It’s alright. I know it was out of your control…Maybe there’s a way you can make it up to me?” You flash him a look he knows full well.

A breathy chuckle leaves his lips. “Sweetheart, I’m exhausted. Can we just watch some tv?”

You don’t even attempt to hide the pout on your face as you settle next to him on the couch, leaning against him with his arm around you. Carmy put on a show he knows the both of you like.

You only keep your hands to yourself for one whole episode. Your movements start slow. At first you begin to trail your fingertips along his side. It’s not long before your hand slides up under the fabric of his white tee.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Carmen’s voice is smooth and calm. You lean up to press a kiss on his check, followed by a quick one to his neck.

“Oh. Nothing.”

“Let’s not play dumb now. I think you know better than that.” He leans back away from your body, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m going to let you try again. What are you doing?”

You fold instantly. “I need you, Carm. I really need you.”

“Yeah? Missed my cock, huh? Want it so bad that you don’t care about how tired I am?”

“No! No, that’s not it—“ you protest quickly.

“Fine.” Carmy begins to unbuckle his belt as he speaks. “But I’m not putting in any work.” He lowers his jeans and boxers just enough to free his dick.

Without a second thought, you stand up from the couch and pull down your pants and underwear. Once you straddle his hips, you reach down and pump his hard cock, spreading the precum over his length. Carmy takes in the sight of you as you gradually sink down onto him. Slowly, inch by inch.

Despite how many times you've been with Carmy, you still haven't gotten used to the stretch. In a position like this, it almost feels like he's in your stomach. Your eyelids squint shut while you take deep breaths and try to adjust. Though, at the sound of a lighter, your eyes pop right back open, staring down at Carmen with wide-eyes. A cigarette rests between his lips, having just been lit.

“W-what are you doing?” You’re expecting him to start guiding your hips, but he doesn’t. Carmy leans back against the couch, making himself comfortable. He lets his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle higher up on his hips. The action presses his cock even deeper inside of you. He looks as though he’s having an evening cigarette, only difference is that you’re on top of him.

His tattooed fingers takes the cigarette from his mouth so he can blow out the smoke. Carmy turns his head to the side, blowing the smoke cloud away from you. The smell quickly fills up your nose. "I told you, l'm tired.” His voice is stoic. If it wasn’t for his cock pulsing inside of you, you wouldn’t think he’s turned on. “Go on and get yourself off. I'm going to enjoy my cigarette."

You start slow, grinding your hips on him. Your hands rest on his lower stomach for leverage as you rock against him. His abs are taunt and hard underneath your palms. The motion rubs your clit on his pelvis, causing a breathless moan to leave your throat.

Carmy remains still beneath you, watching you with lust-filled eyes. One of his hands rests on your thigh. His other hand tends to the cigarette in his mouth. He speaks up after a moment of letting you rock against him.

“Should have just let you sit on my thigh if all you’re going to do is grind on me. Thought you said you wanted my cock?” He waits for your response, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take a deep drag.

“I-I do—“ Carmy doesn’t let you finish your sentence, lightly blowing smoke into your face. He doesn’t miss the way you clench around him from the simple action, but he chooses not to tease you for it.

“Then fuck yourself on me. You’re a big girl. You can do it by yourself.”

You whimper pitifully. You want his strong arms to grab your hips and slam you down onto his cock, but that wasn’t going to happen. You rise up on your knees, letting his cock thrust almost entirely out of you. Your hips sink right back down onto him afterwards. The pleasure is unexplainable, sending electricity through your veins as he bottoms out.

You set a slow pace, not able to go as fast without Carmy’s help. His pupils are blown wide as he stares up at you, before his gaze moves downwards. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you with each slow thrust. You’re dripping, coating his dick with your arousal. The sight of his thick cock stretching you out hypnotizes him.

His lack of words and refusal to help is killing you. You need him to fuck you. Your thighs burn, growing tired from the repetitive movements. “C-carm. Need you to help. Please- please I need it.” You cry out.

“You were the one gagging for my cock all day. Why should I help? Just keep fucking me like this, yeah?” He’s nearing the end of his cigarette, only a couple more minutes of life left in it. You try your best to continue bouncing on him, but it’s getting more difficult by the minute.

“Carm— fuck!” You exclaim as his cock nudges against that spot deep inside you. Carmy ignores your cries. He takes his hand off of your thigh and tugs the material of your tank top up, exposing your tits.

“There we go. Now I can see my girls.” He still doesn’t go any further than that, letting his hand go back to resting on your thigh. Not even so much as rubbing a thumb over your breast. He goes back to watching you move, fighting the urge to hold your tits for you while you bounce.

The muscles in your legs begin to twitch, but not from being close to your high. Your legs are exhausted, and your pace shows it. You’re getting slower, not going as consistently.

Carmy reaches the end of his cigarette, taking one last long drag. He grabs your face with his hand. His thumb on your chin opens up your lips. Carmen exhales the smoke into your mouth, expecting you to inhale it. You do exactly that, letting the smoke fill up your lungs before blowing it out in the space between the two of you.

Now fully satisfied, Carmy reaches over to stub out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the side table. Without offering a single word, Carmy digs his hands into both of your thighs and starts slamming his hips into yours. Sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls.

“Shit! Fuck, Carmy—“ you moan, not even trying to control your volume. “I can— I can feel you in my stomach, shit—“ You take one of your hands and press beneath your navel, feeling his cock as it thrusts rapidly into your soaking cunt. “Feels so good, Carm.” You’re blabbering at this point, high on the feeling of him inside you. Your orgasm draws close fast.

“Yeah you needed me so bad that you couldn’t get off without me? Is that it? My little girl needed some help?”

“Yes—“

“Then what do you say?” Carmen is nearing his own high, too. His pace grows sloppy.

“T-thank you— fuck— thank you, Carmy.”

“There’s my respectful good girl. Just needed a little bit of punishment to get her back.” He detaches a hand from your thigh, moving it to your aching clit. He rubs tight fast circles on the bud with a calloused thumb. “Go on, baby. Cum for me. Soak my cock.”

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Euphoria floods through your veins as Carmy fucks you through it. You collapse into his body, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The sounds of your moans and whimpers muffles in the skin of his neck. Your body shakes from pleasure.

Carmy removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you. You had already been punished enough. His hand rests at the back of your head, cupping it gently. The gentleness of his hands starkly contrasts the way his hips sharply thrust into you.

“Atta girl. Just a bit more—“ he groans, offering you some praise. With a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, Carmy spills inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You both remain wordless in each others’ arms for a moment, trying to catch a breath. Carmy is the first to break the silence. “You happy now?” This time his voice has a hint of laugh to it.

“Mhm.” You kiss his neck. “Very happy. Thank you.”

“I think you know I’ll do anything you want at this point.” He laughs. “Now, can we go clean up and go to sleep? I’m even more exhausted now, baby.”

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear fanfiction #carmen berzatto smut #the bear #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto #I’m actually really proud of this one #hopefully it doesn’t suck! #brain rot

[bunniepaws]

i’m so tired bro don’t tell me that my acid reflux is causing me this shit i can’t keep ADDING SHIT TO THE LIST

#personal #past two nights in a row i’ve been waking up super sweaty but super cold and super hot simultaneously #like i’m out of my blanket and i’m too cold and being covered in sweat makes me way colder way faster #so i go under the blanket and immediately feel my internal temperature (esp my face) get way too warm #but then also ?!?!? under the blanket i’m too cold?! BUT STILL SWEATING????? #google/my sister has said it could be flu/cold or infection or anxiety or acid reflux #and at this point i’m just like #so tired of dealing w the repercussions of being alive #i really really really don’t wanna do it anymore? lol #also it could also be covid or a stomach bug from my sister #but this happened a couple times before too ? thought it was just bc i hadn’t showered in a while and my greasy hair was fuckin me over but #i used to go so much longer w/o showering #never been an issue #so i’m also like. do i have long haul covid or smthn #or is it the nicotine and weed addiction #and the fact i’m a picky eater #god i wanna die #whys it so hard just to keep my body fucking regulating and functioning normally #what’s so fucking hard #also annoyed at my sister for trying to like find causes and like i can’t blame her that’s just how she is and how she works but i don’t #i don’t really want to know bc it’ll just give me this kind of reaction where i get so tired of being alive #bc it’s just one thing after another #i’m so tired dude #what is the point of being alive anymore