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mrdrwrites · 4 months

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Pairings: Oliver Quick X !fem reader

Summary: Oliver is upset because something happened at uni so seeks you for comfort. later in the night things get heated

CW: NSFW!! kissing, bad language, fluff that turns to smut, sub!Oliver dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, 69, pussy eating, praise, ma’am kink, orgasm denial

WC: 2k

warning: i am dyslexic so don't expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don't autocapitalise my words

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‘Oliver honey i’m home,’ i yell into the seemingly empty house, ‘Oliver?’

i make my way into the kitchen, setting down the shopping bags on the counter. i hear a sniffle from the living room and walk towards the noise.

‘Oliver baby, are you okay?’ i can’t see him but the shaking blob under the blankets on our sofa tell me he is under there.

i sit next to him and slowly move my hand to take the blanket off of him.

‘go away please y/n,’ his voice is low, broken, i don’t like it at all.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ i ask, hand still on the blanket.

he sniffles again and when he makes no effort to move i pull the blanket off of him completely. there he is, my Oliver, knees bent to his chest, his eyes red and puffy. It broke my heart to see him quivering and sniffling like that. My sweet, sweet boy. So small and broken yet still so beautiful. the whites of his Hiscobalt blue eyes had turned bloodshot, his lip quivering slightly.

‘what is wrong Oliver?’ i ask again, a few more tears escape his eyes.

‘it’s nothin’ i’m bein’ silly,’ his accent is particularly thick when he begins to talk, little voice broken.

‘Oliver, it’s okay,’ i assure him, cupping his face in my hands, ‘you can tell me.’

‘at uni,’ his voice breaks, ‘i was tryin’ to get to class an’ someone tripped me. im okay but my glasses broke.’

‘awh, baby,’ my hand moves to his hair, ‘it’s okay, we can get you some new ones.’

he finally looks at me. his face is tear stained and it breaks my heart a little.

‘really?’ he wipes his nose on the back of his sleeve, ‘you think so?’ my heart breaks a little at the sight of the man in front of me.

‘of course, we can book an appointment at the opticians tomorrow, how’s that sound?’ he gives me a weak smile, eyes still glassy.

‘okay,’ he leans forward and gives me a big hug, ‘thank you y/n,’ he speaks into my hair.

he pulls back and i give him a kiss on the lips.

‘i feel so silly,’ he wipes his eyes free of tears and chuckles to himself a little.

‘don’t. it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know this,’ i assure him.

‘thank you y/n,’ he mumbles, ‘for everything.’

‘don’t thank me silly,’ i get up, and go into the kitchen.

i unpack all the shopping and find Oliver asleep on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv.

i walk over to him and shake his shoulder a little, the time that is displayed on the living room clock reads 9:03pm, ‘Oliver baby, wake up.’

he opens his eyes a little and squints a little, ‘im awake.’

‘you coming to bed?’ i ask.

‘mhm, you coming too?’ he replies, eyes shining in the light.

‘of course,’ i smile down at him.

i go to our shared bedroom and get in bed, Oliver comes in a moment later. he undresses and slides into bed beside me and pulls me into him so he is spooning me.

‘goodnight my love,’ he whispers into my neck.

‘goodnight,’ i sigh contently.

an hour or two must pass before i’m awoken, Oliver is still asleep, his short breaths coming out rigid against my neck. his hips are rutting against the curve of my ass, his dick hard. he’s having a wet dream. little whines are coming from his parted lips. i open my legs a little, moving so his dick is between my thighs. i close them slowly, clenching slightly. he’s still sleeping when his pace picks up, pulling me closer to his chest. he’s fucking my thighs at a good pace, whimpering into my neck, still sleeping. i move my hand down to where the head of his cock pokes out from between my thighs and lay it flat. every thrust forward his tip is pushed against my hand. he gets louder at this and speeds up. humping my thighs like a deprived animal. i smirk to myself. i can tell when he gets close by the urgency of his thrusts. before he can cum however, i move my hand and open my legs. with nothing to rut against he lets out a huff of air. i wonder what he is dreaming about.

‘Oliver,’ i drag my hand up his arm that is tight around my waist, ‘Oliver baby wake up,’ i push my ass against him.

he jolts awake, pulling away from me ever so slightly.

‘Oliver?’ i question into the darkness.

‘mhm,’ he responds, tiredness creeping into his voice.

‘you horny?’ i know he gets shy when i’m vulgar.

‘shh,’ he scolds, knew it.

‘want me to take care of you baby,’ the hand on his arm reaches between my legs to stroke his dick.

he winces, ‘please.’

my hand comes off of his dick and turns on the lamp at the side of our bed. i sit up and turn to look at Oliver, his eyes are tired but his dick is rigid and swollen with need.

‘lay on your back for me,’ i pull the blanket off the both of us.

he obeys instantly and lays his head back on the pillows.

‘good boy,’ my hand travels down his chest towards his thighs.

when i get close to his erection he bucks his hips up, so needy.

i tut, ‘that how much you need me?’ i give his right thigh a light slap.

his eyes are now clouded with something other than tiredness.

‘yeah, just please,’ he whines, bucking his hips up again, ‘touch me.’

‘beg,’ i state simply, sitting back, legs crossed.

his eyes meet mine, then rake down my body. they falter slightly at the sight of my hard nipples but continue down til he just stares at my increasingly soaking pussy.

‘Oliver,’ i warn, ‘my eyes are up here.’

his eyes shoot to my own, cock throbbing a little.

‘beg.’ i say once again, reaching for his dick but stopping just before i touch him.

‘please y/n, please touch me. fuck, i need you so bad. make me feel good. i promise ill be a good boy. just touch me,’ he shudders when my palm comes in contact with his leaking tip.

‘such a good boy, Oliver,’ i praise, finally wrapping my hand around his cock.

he closes his eyes, whines and whimpers leaving him when i begin stroking him at a slow pace, he needs more, i know this. i dont give him it though, i want him to be a writhing mess by the time im finished with him. he moves his hips up when i get to the head of his dick on the fifth stroke. when he does so i take my hand away.

his eyes shoot open, ‘why did you stop?’ his cock pulses once again.

‘you get what i give you. don’t take more. do you understand?’ i look expectantly at him.

he nods, ‘i understand.’

‘so if you understand that why do you still move your hips when i’m touching you. am i not good enough? would you rather go back to sleep with an aching cock? huh? would you rather have me pressed against you all night, so close to slipping into my pussy, but knowing you can’t?’ i’m teasing him.

‘no ma’am, you’re more than enough. i just need you so bad. please touch me again,’ a streak of precum makes its way down his dick, pooling at his pelvic area.

i take a finger and follow the trail of precum up to his tip. he moans, loud, and throws his head back.

i wrap my hand around his aching erection once more and begin stroking him a little faster than i was before. i pick up my pace when tears fall from his eyes but stop when i can feel him tighten under me, knowing he is about to cum.

i bring my hand completely away and wait for him to recover before speaking, ‘we’re going to play the fast and slow game, okay baby? you think you can do that for me?’

he nods, ‘yes y/n, i can do it.’

‘good boy,’ i praise, ‘let’s get started then, start slow.’

his hand slowly begins pumping his cock, i watch him making sure his pace doesn’t slow down nor quicken.

after a few moments i speak up, ‘a little faster baby,’ he obeys.

the head of his cock had turned an angry red shade now, needing release.

‘go as fast as you can sweetheart,’ his hand moves fast, almost inhumanely so.

i see his orgasm approaching, ‘stop,’ i tease, his hand stops and moves away from his cock.

‘you’re doing so well baby. you’re listening so good,’ he’s panting and his cock leaks some more with each praise.

he gets calmed down again, ‘start fast baby,’ he does so.

his strokes are messy, he needs release and he needs it soon.

‘you think you can slow down a little for me baby, and only work on the bottom half of your dick?’ i ask, a plan formulated in my head.

he nods breathlessly, moving his hand down so he is going at a medium pace on the base of his cock. i lean over and take the top of him in my mouth.

he hisses, ‘fuck y/n. i’m going to cum.’

i pull my mouth away and slap his hand from his cock.

‘i’m going to suck your cock, you’re going to eat my pussy. is that understood?’ i plant my dripping pussy right over his face.

‘yes ma’am,’ he replies obediently and i lower myself onto him.

he licks and sucks on my clit like a starved man, i grind myself into his face and lean forward, taking his strained dick in my mouth. i take him into my mouth and hum around him, he thrusts his cock deep into my throat but i don’t scold him. with the way he is devouring my pussy i don’t want to stop him. he moans against my clit, hands on my hips, digging into them. he’s holding me down, almost as if he didn’t id pull away. i’m still working on his cock when i cum on his tongue, a moan escapes my lips, sending vibrations down his cock. he’s still sucking and licking on my pussy, sending me into overdrive. i take him deep in my mouth one more time before his nails dig into my hips and he jerks forward one more time, emptying himself into my mouth. i swallow everything and give him a few more sucks before pulling away from his dick with a pop.

‘you did so good baby,’ i say, trying to lift up from his mouth, his hands are still gripped into my hips and his mouth is still working on my pussy.

‘Oliver, let go or i’ll make you cum another three times,’ i warn.

he lets out a groan and lets me get off of his face. it’s all glossy in the dim light of the lamp and it makes me chuckle.

‘you look pretty,’ he comments, head tilting to the side.

‘you look slimy,’ i crinkle my nose.

he laughs but pulls me down into him, kissing me.

i can taste myself on him and i’d be surprised if he couldn’t taste himself. regardless of whether he could or not he continued kissing me like his life depended on it. only pulling away when he needed to breathe.

‘thank you for taking care of my y/n,’ he gives me another short kiss before getting up to wash his face in our bathroom.

i follow him a moment later to brush my teeth. we don’t speak til we are back in bed, facing each other.

‘you truly are my favourite thing in this entire world,’ he moves a strand of hair out of my face, ‘i love you so much.’

‘i love you too,’ i move closer and give him a long kiss, ‘goodnight baby.’

i turn around and turn the lamp off, Oliver moves closer to me and we fall asleep spooning once again. this time not waking up til morning.

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THANK YOU @lovandr FOR HELPING ME WRITE THE FIRST SECTION AND ALSO BEING THE PERSON WHO READS ALL MY STUFF BEFORE I POST. I LOVE YOU 😚😚

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weneverfreeze · 3 months

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every battle-earned bruise

Elbows deep in sudsy water, scrubbing plates with his eyes kept safe on the sponge in his hand, Bucky too close to his shoulder and all the farther for it. Steve hands him a plate. Their fingers don’t touch.

There’s a dance to this. Something careful, measured; he feels Bucky’s eyes resting directly on the corner of his jaw, then slip to his neck, then drop down his forearms. If Steve looked back he’d probably see Bucky staring at the corner like he hadn’t been watching.

His gaze flits around the room quick as anything these days. There was a time when he’d spend hours looking at the clouds from the fire escape. Now he’s looking, always looking, always assessing threats and risks and exit plans. Steve still isn’t sure which category these particular examinations fall under.

In the space between them, Steve asks, “You remember that time in the alley, after Peterson punched my lights out?” His voice is quiet, quiet. There is a fragility to this rhythm that could break as easily as a dropped plate.

Bucky shifts his weight. “I remember.”

A shouting match, a sharp, radiating pain that just wouldn’t quit, not for days and days after. Bucky’s soft swear and flitting hands. Steve hands him a glass and asks, “How much of that do you remember?”

Steve risks a glance up and in their reflection in the window, Bucky meets his eyes. And back then Bucky had cursed him up and down with a damn you, damn you, why do you do this and his fingers on Steve’s jaw and Steve had spat blood out of his mouth and said, far more pathetic than he’d wanted, Steve had wiped his chin and said, I like your hands on me like that.

They hadn’t talked about it afterwards. The draft and the war and the Howlies, the serums in both of their veins running counter to one another back then and even still now, history weighing so heavy on both their shoulders, eyes that once focused on clouds trained to focus through sniper scopes. Memory is a fraught thing. They haven’t yet cleared all the landmines stretching between them.

Bucky sets the glass down. Steve holds his breath, stays still as Bucky’s fingertip outlines the memory of a scar on his jaw. Then Bucky’s thumb dips, resting on Steve’s bottom lip as he frowns in concentration. His memory face, Sam calls it. He slightly tilts Steve’s face from left to right and back again like he’s remembering the blood and the bruises before leaning in and kissing him.

Oh. It’s a breath of a kiss more than anything and he wasn’t — he’s too slow, he wasn’t expecting it; Steve kisses him back a second after Bucky pulls away, still studying him with that searching expression on his face. He catches a glimpse of his own wide eyes in the window and oh, he wasn’t expecting that. Oh, oh.

“Is that right?” Bucky asks, thumb still on Steve’s lip. “Did I do that then? In the alley?”

Steve shakes his head. “No,” he says, and Bucky’s hand falls away. He clears his throat. “No, you never — never did that.”

Bucky shrugs. Picks up the dish towel. “Must’ve just wanted to then. It’s hard spotting the difference between memories and wishes.”

He’s far away again. Farther, because he was so close just a second ago. It’s like lowering your mouth to a mirror and breathing on it to see the condensation, that’s what that kiss was. Bucky was testing him out to see what’s left between before it faded. Wasn’t he?

“Bucky,” Steve says.

And — Bucky catches his eyes in the window, looks away, turns and leans so he’s facing him. “We really never did that before?”

“I didn’t know you wanted to.”

“But you wanted to?” he asks.

And Steve says, “Yes.” And he says, “I would’ve kissed you back then, if you’d kissed me first.”

Bucky’s gaze dips, finds the door, the empty space at Steve’s hip where he usually wears a gun, skim past his thigh before flicking back to Steve’s. Threats, risks, exit plans. “And now?”

“Now—” Steve’s breath catches. He dries his hands on the towel Bucky’s holding and says, “Yeah, Buck. I’d kiss you now.”

He leans in this time. This time, he brushes Bucky’s hair behind his ear, threads his fingers through to cradle the nape of his neck, leaves some space between their bodies in case Bucky wants it there. Slow movements. Steve isn’t sure which one of them he’s afraid of spooking off. He exhales as Bucky eases him closer by his belt loops and when they kiss, it’s gentle. It’s a dance he half-remembers the steps to, a routine learned in dreams in a Brooklyn apartment years ago.

Bucky’s lips are soft. He wasn’t expecting that. He thinks a lot of things would’ve been different if he’d known this back then.

Bucky moves away first. Steve is struck again by the normalcy of him here in his kitchen, standing next to counters Steve installed and drying dishes Steve picked out at random. He doesn’t look out of place anymore. He looks — pleased. Like he got away with something he thought he’d get nailed on for sure. And Steve knows.

“You remembered, didn’t you?” he asks. He laughs a little; Bucky smiles a little. “You knew we hadn’t—”

“I’ve been wanting to,” Bucky says. “I know you’ve noticed me looking at you. Seemed like you’ve been wanting to, too. Do you still like it when I touch you like that?”

He thumbs Steve’s bottom lip as he asks it and Steve — well. Steve’s pinned by his touch. Something like anticipation whispers its way up his spine.

“Yes,” he says. Bucky doesn’t move his hand; Steve says, “If we finish the dishes first, will you kiss me again?”

And oh, there — that ghost of a laugh. Those eyebrows pulled in for a challenge and those eyes bright with amusement, teasing the way they used to decades ago. Shoulders broader and his smile heavier too. Bucky Barnes in his kitchen. He’d do it all over again if this is where they ended up. Every battle-earned bruise brought him back to Bucky Barnes in his kitchen with a dish towel over his shoulder, waiting to finish the dishes so they can kiss again, closing the loop on a circle a hundred years in the making. Steve’s so in love he almost can’t bear it.

“Okay,” Bucky says simply, eyes alight, and their fingers brush as Steve hands him a plate.

#stevebucky #syd writes stuff #I miss! them!#mcu

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happylikeasadsong · 6 months

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i think a lot about his hair in this scene. the top giving 'crazy bed hair' and his hand rubbing his chin. I think about it lot

#he wanted to intimidate syd so bad #syd found it funny the one time he actually shows up he simply do stuff without telling her #oh he deserved corner time for that so he can think about his actions #not even his cute little curl and his cute little face will save him this time #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #the bear

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treliss · 9 months

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Syd Mead (1933 - 2019)

#listen hes so cool #he worked on concept art for 2010 space odyssey #aliens #tron #star trek the motion picture #and did incredible blade runner stuff #these are just some of my favorites especially his outfit designs for tron #not even close to all of his cool stuff like his bioshock designs...#if one day i have hundreds of dollars to spare I'm buying the vintage posters #sci fi #sci fi art #concept art #syd mead

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syd-opaque · 1 year

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it’s not that i dislike holden caulfield (i do) it’s just that i think i’d be a lot better at being him than he is.

#syd stuff #holden caulfield #catcher in the rye #jd salinger #light academia #dark academia #books

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deadpoetsandco · 2 years

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and for my next trick, i will re-enter the iron grasp of a previous hyperfixation i mistakenly thought was dead

#me literally doing anything these days #inception #merlin #bbc merlin #dead poets society #fandom #hyperfixation #syd stuff

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grantaere · 1 month

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SYD and RICHIE + personal space

#the bear #the bear fx #tvedit #thebearedit #ayo edebiri #sydney adamu #richie jerimovich #ebon moss bachrach #sydrichie #syd x richie #televisongifs #tvandfilm #userstream #userrobyn #userconstance #nessa007 #*my stuff

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mrdrwrites · 4 months

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Pairings: Oliver Quick X !fem reader

Summary: part two of this fic, you wake up and Oliver keeps his promise.

CW: NSFW!! kissing, bad language, spanking, breeding, overstimulation, sir kink, praise, degrading, pussy plugging, playful resistance

WC: 2.1k

warning: i am dyslexic so don't expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don't autocapitalise my words

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the next morning i wake up with a weight on my chest, i pry my eyes open to see Oliver above me, naked and smirking.

‘good morning baby,’ he leans down and kisses from my bare shoulder, up my neck, and to my lips.

i kiss him back, fragments of last night coming at mine in stabs, my pussy throbs at the thought of what Oliver promised last night. the kiss soon gets heated and the blanket covering me is thrown to the side, my naked body on show. Oliver doesn’t stop kissing me however, no, his lips move further down my body, stopping at my breasts.

‘such pretty tits y/n,’ he compliments, ducking down to capture my left nipple in his mouth.

i let out a strangled sort of noise as he sucks and flicks his tongue over my now hardened nipple. my hand moves to his hair, gripping it when he nips at my skin and a whimper leaves my lips.

‘look at you,’ he lifts his eyes to mine, ‘already making such slutty noises for me.’

i can feel the heat pooling in my stomach which ultimately makes my pussy throb.

Oliver leans back up to my face and grabs it in his hand, ‘you going to be a good girl for me?’ he questions, grip tightening just a little.

i nod frantically, needing him to use me in the ways i want. he gives me a quick smirk and i feel his bare knee slide between my legs, touching my cunt.

‘i need you to use your words my love,’ his tone is condescending, ‘are you going to be a good girl for me?’ he asks again.

‘yes sir, i’m going to be a good girl,’ i answer his question, knowing the use of the word sir will turn him on.

he leans his head down to my face and kisses me slow, his knee rutting against my wet pussy. i begin to grind myself into it, all of a sudden needing the friction as my mind goes hazy with lewd thoughts about the man above me.

Oliver pulls away slightly from my face, ‘is that how needy you are, huh, using my leg to get off like a dog in heat?’ he tuts at me, a hand moving down to my breast and pinching my right nipple.

i let out a hiss but continue my movements into his leg, ‘yes sir, i need you so bad,’ i moan out as he hikes his leg further up so the pressure gets worse on my throbbing pussy.

‘stop for me,’ he eyes are staring into my own, knowing i wouldn’t disobey him.

i stop my hips and whine when he moves his leg away.

‘i think you need a little punishment for last night, don’t you?’ he questions, a finger sliding between my breasts, ‘you undressed in the kitchen. acted like such a little whore, and then came to bed and had a sulk because i wouldn’t fuck you.’

i say nothing back, my mouth agape. he gets up off of me and sits on the end of the bed.

‘cmon y/n. lie over my knee, be a good girl now,’ he’s still looking at me with those intense blue eyes that i love.

‘yes sir,’ i mumble, getting out of bed and over to where Oliver is sat.

i stand in front of him for a few seconds, fiddling with my fingers. we had never done anything like this before and i was scared, but i’d be lying if i said demanding Oliver wasn’t making my pussy drip with need. after two minutes of me standing awkwardly Oliver speaks up.

‘y/n, do you want to do this? you can say no. we have our safe word remember, you can trust me,’ his hand reaches out to my arm.

i give a little sigh and nod my head, ‘yes sir i want to do this. i was very bad last night and i deserve to be punished,’ his lips move up into a smirk and he drags me onto his knee, belly side down.

‘how many do you think you need?’ he teases, hand moving up and down my back but eventually settling on my ass.

‘however many you think i deserve, sir,’ i reply, suddenly feeling very turned on.

he lets out a grunt and i can feel his hardness pushing into my side. the first slap to my ass was a surprise, i jolt up and make a noise of pleasure.

‘count after i’ve done each one, think you can do that for me baby?’ he asks whilst rubbing my ass where he just spanked me.

‘yes sir,’ i reply, ‘one.’

‘good girl,’ he delivers another harsh slap to my ass, the stinging sensation feeling so good.

‘two,’ i squeak obediently.

soon enough two slaps turn into twenty and my ass is aching, no doubt red.

‘you did so well baby,’ Oliver is still rubbing over my ass to soothe the pain.

i push my body up into his hand and sigh contently, ‘thank you sir.’

Oliver’s hand begins to wander from my ass to between my legs, my pussy is dripping from all the spanking and Oliver can see, and feel, that. his fingers move between my pussy lips, getting them wet before sliding them into me. i let out a moan and grip at his legs, he takes that as a sign to push further. his long fingers graze my g-spot and he curls them in the way he knows i love. i push my ass back further into his fingers, needing more of him.

‘don’t be a brat y/n,’ he warns, ‘you get what you’re given. is that understood?’ his hand rakes through my hair, pulling my head back.

‘yes sir,’ i whimper, the pain from his grip and the pleasure from his fingers building up my orgasm, ‘i need you so bad.’

the fingers in my pussy get faster at that and my head is pulled further back.

‘you’re such a slut y/n,’ he teases, ‘getting off from my fingers that are barely doing anything. i bet you’d cum right now if my finger toyed with that clit, wouldn’t you hm?’ he taps my clit with a free finger and i let out a choked noise.

‘yes sir i would. fuck, please let me cum. please,’ i beg, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

‘no,’ his fingers are out of me in an instant, ‘you need to prove to me how good you are sweetheart.’

his grip in my hair is gone too and just as i’m stealing my breaking he spins my around on his knee so that i am in a sitting position, facing him.

‘there’s my pretty girl,’ he coos, lifting a hand up to wipe away tears i didn’t even realise had fallen down my face.

he pulls me closer to him, his dick pressing against my soaked cunt, a moan falls from my mouth and i shift back and forwards to get some friction.

he halts my motions with a hiss and a single slap to my ass, ‘stop y/n, unless you would like another twenty slaps to that little ass of yours i suggest you stop acting like a whore,’ his tone is dangerous, pupils so dilated his eyes look black, ‘understand?’

‘yes sir,’ i reply without thinking.

‘good girl,’ his hand slides from where it rests on my ass to my clit.

he rubs circles into it and before i get the chance to make a noise he takes my mouth in his own in a rough kiss. my own hand moves to his hard dick, wrapping around the head at first, knowing how sensitive his tip is. he groans against my mouth, bucking his hips slightly into my hand. the precum leaking from his dick is the perfect lubricant as i slide my hand up and down him. for every one stroke i do down to the base i do three at his head. the way he likes it.

‘stop y/n,’ he groans against my lips once more, ‘i want to cum in you. i’m going to breed you baby.’

my hand is off his dick in an instant, ‘yes sir,’ i moan as he quickens his pace on my clit.

‘fuck Oliver. i’m going to cum,’ his other hand moves between us and enters my pussy.

‘good girl, come on baby. cum for me,’ he speeds up even more.

i lean into him, chest heaving, grinding into his hands. my orgasm comes head on, it shakes my entire body. my cunt clenches around Oliver’s fingers and shudders when he continues to finger fuck me, his pace not slowing. i ride out my high on his fingers and overstimulation begins to set in.

‘fuck Oliver stop, i can’t,’ i try to voice my thoughts but im cut short with a moan that falls from my lips.

‘you can baby. keep going. you’re doing so well i’m so proud of you,’ his pace continues.

my second orgasm comes much quicker than my first but as i’m more sensitive it hits harder and i am screaming profanities into Oliver’s neck. he removes his fingers from my spent hole and just as i think he is done his cock is pressed against my clenched entrance.

‘cmon baby, one more. do one more for me,’ he coaxes, the tip of his cock now inside of me.

i nod against his neck and as i do im picked up, his cock no longer in me. he puts me on the bed so i am laid stomach down and props my ass up with the many pillows we have at our headboard. when he thinks i’m ready he plunges into me.

i leap forward when his cock brushes my g-spot, ‘fuck Oliver,’ the pleasure is blinding. i never want it to end.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ he questions, speeding up his thrusts, knowing he is hitting the spot i need him to every time.

i don’t answer him, instead opting to bury my face into the blanket on the bed, moaning his name over and over.

‘get your face out of that blanket,’ he slaps my ass, ‘i want to hear what i do to you.’

i obey him and by the time i am closing in on a third orgasm my voice is hoarse and my pussy is sore.

‘fuck Oliver i’m going to cum. please let me cum,’ i beg, tears streaming down my face from the overstimulation.

he continues pounding into me, ‘cum baby, you can do it.’

at his words i’m pushed over the edge once more and my pussy clenches around his cock. he pushes down on my lower back and drills into my pussy, sounds of skin slapping skin, my screams of pleasure, and his moans fill the room.

‘fuck Oliver please. fucking cum in me. i need you to,’ im fully crying now, the pleasure is too much for me im a stimulated mess.

he gives one last long thrust and pushes himself into me right to the hilt and empties himself into me. i whine at the warm feeling and he moans, giving a final few small thrusts, pushing his cum further into my pussy.

he pulls out a moment later, spreading my pussy with his hands, ‘you looks so good filled with my cum baby,’ he coos, ‘wanna plug?’

all the energy has left my body but at the mention of plugging my pussy with his cum still inside i find it in myself to reply with a simple, ‘please.’

he gives me a quick ‘okay’ and gets up from the bed to retrieve the pussy plug from one of the drawers in our room. he returns to me a second later and eases the plug into me. i let out a whimper, completely fucked out. Oliver pulls me into him, sorting the pillows out then placing me into them and wrapping a blanket around me. he slides into bed beside me and wraps an arm around my waist.

‘you did so well baby. i’m so proud of you,’ he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead and an even longer one on my lips.

‘i love you Oliver,’ i mutter, my eyes feeling heavy despite only waking up an hour and a half ago.

‘i love you too y/n’ is the last thing i hear before my eyes shut and i am asleep in the arms of my loving boyfriend.

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@douceurrrr requested a part two so i thought i would give it a try. lmk what you think of it, this is my second time writing smut ever so im a little inexperienced.

as always @lovandr thank you for helping me get back into writing, i love you 😚😚

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doodlingbreak · 9 months

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Date Idea: I make us homemade pasta and you tell me about that time you fucked up your life

#this is a repost bc somehow my stuff is not showing up #illustration #sydney adamu #the bear #sydcarmy #carmen berzatto #the bear fanart #ayo edebiri #carmy x sydney #kitchen #carmen x sydney #syd x carmen #sydney x carmy #jeremy allen white #the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmy the bear #If you interacted already feel free to do it again or not :))))

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inafieldofdaisies · 10 days

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Character Inspiration | Mercedes "Mercy" Sibley

“What becomes of me... when he finally sees past Mercy.”

@strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @cassietrn @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy

@voidika @theelderhazelnut @aceghosts @onehornedbeast @gearvmac

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@trench-rot @la-grosse-patate @hookhearted @finding-comfort-in-rain @wrathfulrook

#i'm working on a separate post for the movie but syd was so mer coded in some scenes they deserved to be on their own <3 #immaculate #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #sydney sweeney #wip: in hope of tomorrow #character inspiration #character aesthetic #myedits #fc5 ocs #far cry 5 oc #my ocs #character reference #gifs #wip stuff #animated gifs

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blackcatworshipcommittee · 2 years

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#ask me stuff #about the author #classic rock #rock and roll #psychadelic #psychedelic rock #pink floyd #the beatles #music #rock music #john lennon #roger waters #syd barrett #paul mccartney #the sixties #wild times

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ciaonicole85 · 13 days

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Neighbor Series: Ch. 4 Part 2

A Delicate Ecosystem

Part 2: Carmen is obviously down bad, but does Sydney feel as deeply? Is her career or love most important?

I think this might be the last in this series.

The rest of the day and night went smoothly. Sydney tried to dismiss that stupid conversation with Richie from her mind. Carmy was the same as ever. She supposed he didn't have "the talk" with him. Typical that Rich thought it was her responsibility to control the actions of a grown man.

The next day Sydney walked past Marcus and Fak huddled in conversation and thought she heard her name. She shrugged it off, put away her stuff in her locker and joined them.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt. Marcus can we talk for minute?"

Fak who usually had something quirky to say, just waved at her and scuddled away.

"Yeah, anything wrong?" Marcus asked with an odd, no an irritated look, on his face.

"Well, yes. Our bread supplier isn't going to come through for the rest of the week. A death in the family. Carmy wanted me let you know that we'll have to make it in-house today, but we have a backup ready for tommorrow."

"Got it."

"Okay, let me know if you need anything."

"I said I got it."

Sydney was thrown off by his tone. Yes, Marcus had asked her out several months ago and it was weird for that night. Afterwards, they'd moved on and were back on good terms. She racked her brain trying to think if she'd done or said something recently to offend him.

"Um, is there a problem?"

"Nope."

Marcus's face was now unreadable and he walked away to his station. It was eerie, but Sydney had many other things to do so she shelved it for now.

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The following day Carmy stood behind the restaurant for a his "smoke" break right before nightly service. He quit cigarettes a shortly after The Bear opened because he had caught pneumonia and missed two days of work. His doctor told him that she'd seen a lot of pneumonia cases in her elderly and smoking patients that season. So now he chewed Nicorette and pretended that it was just as satisfying. While he stood there enjoying the solitude, Anna, a new hostess came out and began smoking her vape pen. She had a one of those warm, generic voices that was perfect for customer service, but she could instantly switch to a cloying Kardashian-esque accent. She used it whenever she could talk to Carmy alone. However, today she didn't immediately begin speaking when she saw him. He decided to not waste the chance to escape. Just as he was about to go back in Anna spoke up.

"So…do you like know of any nice apartments around here?"

Carmy was facing the door so he could roll his eyes, without her seeing. Then he turned around trying to look neutral.

"Uh, no. Well, I like mine. It's 10 minutes from here, but there's almost never anything available."

"Oh, really? Didn't Sydney just get a place there? Or did she move in with you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I just thought I heard like you were maybe together?"

Anna kept her voice light, but she seemed nervous. One hand was gripping her vape pen and the other was twirling her long brown hair.

"No, we don't live together. What does that have to do with you finding an apartment?"

"No? Well, I didn't think so. Sydney is great and all, but she's…like you could like date anyone here, you know?" Anna replied choosing to ignore his question.

Carmen couldn't believe he was having this conversation. This time he couldn't help rolling his eyes in her face. The unmitigated gall of this women to talk about Sydney and to approach her employer in this manner.

"Anna, my dating life is not up for discussion."

Carmen wanted to say more, but he knew that it would be best to discuss it with Natalie first. She came from corporate America and knew the proper HR way of dealing this stuff.

"Oh, oh yeah. Like, okay. Um, I better get back" Anna stammered, blushing and darted through the door.

That night Carmy was on alert. It was one minor incident, but he had to suppress his compulsion to spiral with doubt and worry that Sydney would be hurt because of him. He hadn't really thought much about how others might view their potential relationship. He probably blocked it out because there was already so much to worry about. Also, their kitchen "mind-meld" flow was getting better all the time. It was exhilarating how they had become more and more attuned with one another during service. Often while working side by side they would hand each other the very thing they needed without even having to speak, much less look at each other. They could plate a dish together faster than a pit crew could replace a tire. With a glance Carmy knew when Sydney needed a break on their most insane evenings. He'd just squeeze her shoulder and she'd move so he could take over for a quick five. He did the same for others though.

However, what happened the other night might have raised some eyebrows. He was asked to greet a congressperson who was dining there and he beckoned for Sydney to join him. Before they went out he grabbed a towel to pat her dewy forehead, retied her chef's coat and smoothed it down like he was her personal valet. This was in front of the entire kitchen. He hadn't meant to do anything that would make Sydney a target. His intention was to support her, not romance her at work. Of' course there were slip ups. He just hoped the conversation with Anna was a one-off. To be on the safe side during service he tried not to do anything extra with her besides their usual telepathic routine. Sydney followed his lead avoiding making unnecessary remarks or touching him.

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Later he walked her home. They were silent at first, their stride in perfect harmony.

Carmy cleared his throat.

"Sydney, has anyone been treating you differently?"

Sydney paused in surprise for a second, but then she answered "Am I that easy to read?"

Carmen was now very concerned.

"No, it's just that I had a weird conversation before service with one of the front staff."

"Was it about us?"

"Yeah, has anyone said anything to you?"

"Yes, Richie did. A couple others are just being a little icy this week. It's no big deal."

Carmen took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers.

"What did Richie say?"

"Oh, Mr. Richard had a speech. He wanted to make sure I kept the "shop" closed until you and Nat could pay back Cicero. He's afraid I'll mess up the ecosystem. "

Carmy's froze for a second, then he blushed scarlet from the mention of him getting anywhere near Sydney's "shop" and from Richie's audacity to address Syd instead of him.

She continued.

"At the time I thought he was just being Richie. Now, I don't know. I don't want to mess anything up for you, for us. The Bear is so new and we are on track to paying off the debt and maybe even getting a star."

"Sydney. We make an excellent team and nothing that we've done or will do together outside of The Bear will change it. I promise you, that I won't let it change. Your dreams are first priority."

"So are yours, Carmy."

Carmy's focused on his breathe for a moment, his heart pounding in his ears. His dream was doing this with HER. He meant it when he said he wouldn't even want to do it without her. Each day together wove a new thread from his heart to hers, but he wouldn't force it on her.

"Sydney, I like you. More than anyone I've ever…."

He stopped unsure if she was ready to hear how deep his feelings ran.

"But I understand if you want me to back off. Whatever you decide I will talk to them and fix this. You deserve nothing but respect."

They reached the front of their building and Sydney turned to face him. He was visibly trembling. Tenderness for him surged from her heart. Carmen was the most sincere man she'd ever met. He couldn't fake happiness, indifference, or confidence unless that was how he truly felt. Past the anxiety, occasional moodiness, and temper, at his core she saw someone who desperately desired to serve and to be understood.

He stood there defenseless.

She put a hand over his heart as if to speak to it.

"No, don't back off. I don't care what any of them think as long as we're good."

Carmy breathed again, took her hand in his and kissed her palm, nuzzling it against his cheek.

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Sydney lay in bed that night thinking. She knew down to her bones that her foundation was stronger than his. It was not due to any fault of his own. Her home had been filled with safety and love. It was her nature to be a perfectionist, but even when she failed she knew that she had intrinsic value as a person. What she lacked that Carmen had was the courage to be vulnerable. He was open to her about Mikey within the first few weeks of their meeting despite not knowing how she would respond. This and his consistent effort to know her, drew her in despite the chaos of early days at The Beef. She knew that he would actually listen and give her an opportunity to grow. There was another intangible factor, which scared and thrilled Sydney. When she often found him gazing at her, there was a feeling that he was not only moved by her beauty, but for who she was. It reminded of her of how her father looked at her mom, even when she was sick. It was one of her few memories that hadn't faded. She also knew there were no strings attached when he promoted her to CDC, but her heart demanded more with each passing day. She wanted to be Carmen's refuge and release in every way. This knowing was overwhelming and she was grateful that he moved slowly despite the hunger in his eyes.

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The next day Natalie was working on-site when Carmen came into her office and closed the door.

"Hey Carm, how are you?"

"I'm good. Sorry, I didn't respond to your text last night. Baby PJ looked very cute in his White Sox outfit"

"Well, at least send a smiley face or something! But what's up?"

"So, I don't know if you've noticed but I'm interested in someone who works here."

"Oh, bro I know…so are you and Sydney official?"

Carmy brushed his hair back with his fingers and shook his head.

"Were you never going to say anything?" he asked.

"The best thing a sister can do is stay out of it. It's brothers who get involved with their sister's romantic choices. Thank God, you couldn't run off Pete."

"Okay. No, we're not rushing into anything. So far, she allows me to walk her to and from work. And we talk everyday."

Natalie clutched her chest and sank down further into her chair.

"She allows you to…I CAN'T! I had no idea my baby brother was this sweet!"

"SUGAR, the point of me bringing this up is that some of the staff have been going behind my back to talk to her, icing her out, and there's been a rumor that we live together. I won't have it! Anyways, I figure you know the corporate way to handle it."

"Okay, we were going to discuss health insurance options for the next enrollment period during family service, but I can slide in a talk about relational professionalism."

"Thank you."

Natalie sighed and squeezed Carmy's hand.

"She allows you to walk with her! Oh, Pete is going to melt."

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For old time's sake Sydney prepared Mikey's spaghetti recipe for family service. Carmy saved her a seat and she sat down next to him feeling Anna's bitter glances and Richie's disapproval. Marcus ignored them. As they ate Natalie gave the insurance presentation and then her politically correct professionalism talk. She took care to make it not obviously about Sydney and Carm. When she was done and people started to file out, Carmen asked for the original Beef staff to remain behind. They took their seats again looking intrigued.

He moved to stand at the head of the table.

"Alright, great…Okay. So I asked Natalie to give that talk. And thank you Nat, but I have something I need to say. too"

"So, You've all been here a long time. Before I came you already had each other's backs and then I took over. It was an adjustment. Then Sydney came and I had a partner from my world. There more changes but somehow we found a way to work together. Then we found the money and we started this. You all choosing to stay and gain new skills, means so much me and I know it does to you too.

The Bear is a special place because it's a family business. And not just because of Natalie and I, but it's all of you too. The thing is we got to have each other's backs. It's not enough to to get through service, get the reviews, a star, whatever, but we got to respect each other. You know that without Sydney and Natalie giving it everything they had during the reno, none of this would have happened. Where we're sitting would be a parking lot or a Dunkin's. Anyways, I'm disappointed that some in here saw everything Sydney did to help get us here and they're giving her crap because I like her. In HERE I respect all of you, everyone is paid fairly, given opportunities, and I care about you…your lives. She didn't do anything, but her job and she deserves your respect. Out THERE I hope to spend as much time with her as she'll let me. But in HERE we're a business and we're a family.

The silence was palpable. Sydney's eyes never left Carmy's face while he spoke and when he took the courage to meet them, he saw admiration there and her beautiful smile.

Tina broke the heavy mood.

"So, Jeff. Are y'all together? Are we what they a call a "mom and pop" now?"

Carmy grinned, still looking at Sydney.

"I'm working on it."

#the bear #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #sydney adamu #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy x sydney #carmy berzatto #fan fiction #syd adamu #syd x carmen #syd x carmy #mushy stuff #fan fic

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