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almondcroissantsandink · 10 months
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alexa, add ‘i bet on losing dogs’ by mitski to the queue
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bbonbonss · 7 months
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✸ If Stolas went to a rodeo instead of the circus ✸
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murderofcrow · 7 months
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VESSEL WHAT THE FUCK??!??!? (full video)
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I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter
Be somethin' easy to forget
Oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left
- Can’t Catch Me Now, Olivia Rodrigo
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yujateaandpi · 1 year
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Donatello Hamato is the most character ever. He loves his family. He did unethical experiments on his brothers. He’s a genius. He’s a dumbass. He has big ass eyebrows. You can play tic tac toe on his forehead. He’s bald. He’s on the spectrum. He forgot to charge his weapon. He’s been arrested. He loves Tahiti. He likes to give his family presents. He created sentient AI (multiple times on accident). He’s a mean purple bitch. He’s a soft baby.
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Jade + protecting Kit
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arthrobug · 4 months
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I physically had to stop working on an essay to make this last night lest I would implode
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selemina · 1 year
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Vicious!
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zorrasucia · 9 days
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Teach Me Tonight - Part 8
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] Part 8:
Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)
Rating: Explicit (3k)
Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Masturbation, Fingering, Pegging, Thigh Riding, Fluff, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink
Summary:
(by popular demand and because I think I learnt something about myself lmao)
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You walked inside the apartment after a night out with your friends that had left you a little tipsy. It was late and everything was dark. You took your shoes off and padded around, hoping you didn't wake up Carmy.
As you approached the bedroom you could hear some rustling and humming inside. You cracked the door open a little. With the glow of the moon and the streetlights you could make out the silhouette of Carmy lying in bed, hair damp from the shower and head tilted back in pleasure. A soft moan escaped his lips.
You smiled. It wasn't the first time you had walked in on him masturbating. Sometimes it would happen that he would get back from work, find you sleeping and touch himself beside you - you had woken up twice for the end of it, sleepily kissing his face and saying how good he had been, and falling back asleep. Another time in the shower, you walked in and helped him finish. He had seen you too a couple of times - one had ended with his head between your legs. Bottomline, it wasn't an issue - more often than not it was a serious turn on. And so you leaned on the doorframe, quiet and careful not to interrupt Carmy, looking at how beautiful he looked in the pale moonlight. Except he turned over and instead of seeing him holding his cock like you expected, you saw him curling two fingers inside his asshole, all digits shiny with lube, his back arching in pleasure as he got on all fours.
"Fuck," he whined, a strong exhale followed by your name.
You pressed your thighs together, your heartbeat racing, enjoying the sight more than you ever thought you would.
Carmy kept arching into himself and you recognized the frustration of not being able to reach your climax. After some moments of thought you decided to walk in.
"Carm," you said, your voice low. "Can I help?"
"Fuck," he uttered, slightly surprised. He was sweaty and desperate and it stirred something inside you. "Fuck, sorry, you don't have to-"
"I know, I want to."
He handed you the bottle of lube and you warmed it up in your right hand, coating every finger. With your left hand, you tugged on his wrist, prying the fingers that were deep inside him, out.
"Please, please," he begged.
"It's okay, I'll take care of you," you leaned over, kissing the base of his spine, the pretty dimples he had there. Carmy keened once every finger was out and you soothed his back and waist, appreciating the view from this angle you rarely enjoyed. "Tell me if I'm hurting you," it was an ongoing agreement between you two but it was always nice to remind each other, especially when he was as desperate as this.
"Yes," he panted.
Carefully, you inserted your index and middle fingers, following what he had been doing before - your hands were smaller anyway. The sharp moan he let out was unlike any sound you had ever heard him make and it electrified you down to your toes.
"Holy shit, Carmy," you mumbled.
You were cautious, going slow, knuckle by knuckle,  but he thrust back into your hand.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he cursed, and started fucking himself into your fingers, squeezing, his back muscles flexing. "Thank you, thank you."
After a while of that, his rhythm started faltering and that frustrated sound came back, you leaned over and whispered:
"Tell me how you want it."
Carmy exhaled, stopping mid-thrust to recover his breath.
"Can you- shit, fuck- can you move your fingers?"
"Like you do with me?" you asked, remembering the delicious waves his fingers made inside you.
"Exactly like that," he chuckled and leaned back to caress your forearm.
You moved your fingers like he asked, changing the rhythm until it was something Carmy enjoyed. Your wrist cramped, unaccustomed to the motion, and when you shifted and started over, Carmy let out a cry of absolute bliss.
"Oh," you marveled, trying to touch the same spot again.
"Right fucking there, please, please, please..." he begged and you were so happy to give him everything he wanted. Your underwear was soaked with the noises he was making.
"You're doing so good, Carmy," you said.
His hand reached behind to touch you, anything, your thigh, your arm, and squeeze the hell out of it while his asshole clenched around your fingers.
"I'm so close," he fell face forward, his ass up as you kept hitting that same spot. "Feels so good."
Some primal part of you awoke, and you leaned forward to grab his hair and pull on it, not too hard, just enough to push him over the edge.
"Jesus, fuck, holy shit," he said, followed by some unintelligible noises that were probably curses too, and he came hard - shaking and panting.
You smiled, keeping your fingers in there and moving until he asked you to stop. You kissed his dimples again and went inside the bathroom to wash your hands and get some wipes. Gently, you moved Carmy to lie on his side and cleaned his ass, and the mess of cum on his stomach and chest. You laid beside him on the bed, him stark naked and you fully clothed.
"Baby, baby, baby," he mumbled, his eyes glazed and fucked out, caressing your thigh, beckoning you closer so he could kiss you. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Thank you."
You kissed him deeply, passionately, with all the hunger he had made you feel while you fingered him. Then you pressed a chaste peck on his jaw.
"What're you sorry for, Carm?" you asked softly.
"I didn't mean to force you to-"
"You didn't force me. You've never forced me to do anything," you said, carding your fingers through his hair. "I don't think you have it in you, Berzatto," you teased.
He smiled lazily.
"How'd this all come up?" you asked after a while, still caressing his face and hair.
He reached over you to his bedside table and handed you the sex book you had gifted him months and months ago when you first started fucking. The covers were worn in and there were several dog eared pages; one was on prostate stimulation.
"I know you meant it as a joke," he smiled bashfully. "But it got me thinking- And I wanted to try it out myself before saying something," he explained. "Didn't mean to leave you out of it or anything."
You kissed him again, tenderly this time. It was such a vulnerable thing and he was willing to share it with you. You caressed his shoulders and chest.
"So did you like it?" you asked against his lips.
Carmy nodded. "It was fucking fire."
"Well, I thought it was unbelievably hot too, so..." you confessed.
Carmy hummed softly, almost purring as he leaned forward to kiss you. His hands teased at the belt loops of your jeans, inching closer and closer to the button and zipper.
"There's no need, Carm," you whispered; you could tell he was completely wiped out.
"I want to. I want to," he got rid of your jeans and underwear with shaky hands. "I'm just gonna say thank you real quick."
He went down your body and placed himself between your thighs, hoisting your legs over his shoulders.
"Oh, you really thought it was hot," he gasped, the proof of it glistening right in front of him.
"I wouldn't lie about that," you chuckled, already bucking your hips at the feeling of his breath on your skin.
"Good," he said.
He closed his eyes as he licked and sucked and kissed you, giddy and glowing from his orgasm. You let go, enjoying all of it, caressing his face and feeling the tight knot of anticipation in you unravel fast. You came with a sigh, gently grinding on his nose, feeling weightless.
Carmy climbed back up, and put his head on his hand. He looked at you.
"What is it?" you asked, smiling.
"Would you-" he turned away for a moment, embarrassed. "Would you ever consider- uh- fucking me?"
Your heart skipped a beat and you could feel the fire in your lower belly reigniting.
"I'll definitely think about it, Carm."
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You knocked on the backdoor to the restaurant and Richie opened it, backpack in tow.
"Hey, there," he greeted you, kissing your cheek, and let you in. "Mr OCD is almost done with his deep clean."
The kitchen was almost empty. Syd was picking up her stuff - with a smile and a roll of her eyes she pointed to where Carmy was, kneeling and scrubbing.
You had seen him clean the floor before, except now finding him on his knees reminded you of a few nights before when he was on all fours, keening with every move your fingers made, arching his back...
"Oh, hey," he looked up and smiled at you. "Why are you here? You okay?"
"Yeah," you said, trying to hide the blush on your face with your scarf. "You said you'd meet me like half an hour ago, is all."
Carmy tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows.
"That can't be right," he turned to the clock. "Shit. Syd's still here?"
"She just left."
"I'm sorry, lost track of time," he got up and started picking everything up.
Once every light was off, you stood there in the doorway waiting for him. He had to scoot close to you to get through; your eyes wandered over his body.
"What?" he chuckled.
"Just thinking about how good you look on your knees," you flirted.
He laughed and kissed you hungrily against the doorframe.
"I'll do it. I'll fuck you whenever you want," you said, your cold hands finding the skin of his waist. "I mean it."
He ground against you, humming with pleasure.
"Fuck," his voice was hoarse. "Next week okay?"
"Next week works for me," you said playfully before licking his lower lip.
He kissed you one last time before he pulled away to lock the door. You shivered a little in the Chicago cold and Carmy put an arm around you.
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Carmy guided you to stand by the bed; he sat in front of you, caressing the side of your hips and thighs, something adoring in his gaze.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah," you replied, your voice breathy with nerves and need.
"Okay."
He placed a kiss in the valley between your breasts, inhaling you deep, and then leaned sideways to retrieve the harness from his bedside table. He secured the strap on carefully to your hips. You watched him work, the way his hands moved over and around you, the way his eyes lit up when he looked up at you. You cupped his face.
"And you? You sure?" your thumb circled his cheekbone.
He smiled and kissed your palm. "Yeah."
You finally took your eyes off of him and glanced at the dildo. Carmy had chosen it. It was on the shorter and slimmer side, which was a relief in a way - the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him in the heat of the moment. You touched the side of it experimentally.
"All good?" he asked, tilting his head.
"A little weird," you replied honestly. You took a step further between his legs, your nails scratching gently at his muscled back. "Want to make you feel good so bad," you said in a raspy voice.
"Fuck," Carmy groaned when you pushed him gently to lay on the bed.
"On your hands and knees," you told him, the thrill of anticipation made you feel less self conscious about taking control.
He rushed to obey, turning his back towards you, letting you see the butt plug he had placed inside himself before you came home. He was nervous about stretching himself in front of you, he had said.
"Let me know if I can help next time," you said softly, one hand soothing the small of his back and the other holding a bottle of lube. "I mean if you- If we like it, you know?"
"Next time," he agreed, his voice breathy. "Didn't want to blow my load before you even put the strap on is all."
You giggled. "It would have been kinda hot." He huffed in response.
Your hands settled on his waist, bracing as you kneeled on the bed behind him.
You poured a huge amount of lube on your hand, letting a dollop of it fall on Carmy's ass, making him hiss a little from the cold, while you covered the dildo in it.
You tugged on the butt plug, a mess of lube gathering on the base of it already, making it glide right out as Carmy made a drawn out, low sound.
"Fuck," you whispered, heart hammering inside your chest. You lined up the dildo. "Slow at first, okay?"
"Yes, please, just- please," he begged and you knew the harness would need some serious washing once you were done with how turned on you were getting. It was everything: Carmy's pleading voice, his back muscles flexing, the excitement of making him feel good, the nervousness of trying something entirely new...
You pushed inside him.
"Oh, fuck," he said in a hoarse voice. You could see his legs trembling as he contained the impulse of leaning back on you too quick. You moved gently, carefully, inch by inch until you bottomed out. "Fuck, yes!" he let out.
You stayed still for a while, letting him get accustomed to the stretch, listening to him breathe deep, something like a growl trapped in the back of his throat.
"Okay?" you asked caressing his sides, from his waist up to his ribs and back, soft skin scribbled with ink.
"Yeah," he sighed. "You can move now."
You leaned back and forth, holding his waist. He only hummed softly - it wasn't good, not yet. You tried shifting a little to find a less awkward position.
"You make this look so easy," you complained after a while, struggling to get comfortable.
Carmy laughed and you joined him.
"You showed me what to do," he said, reaching behind to touch your hand reassuringly. "But some of it was- I don't know- instinct I guess..."
And you knew what he meant. There came a moment in sex where something took over, when your hips moved with a will of their own.
"Hey. It's okay," he reassured you. "Pretty sure that if you just stayed there and talked dirty for a minute I would still come."
You giggled and the vibrations made Carmy moan a little, that delicious sound you loved so much. You had to at least try.
"Mind if we change it up a little?" you leaned over to place a kiss on his spine. "You on your back so I can see you?"
"Yeah, yeah. That sounds- yeah," he agreed breathily.
With you between his open legs, it wasn't all that different from when you were riding him. You could see Carmy close his eyes in pleasure as you finally found a rhythm.
"Fucking- that's so good, so fucking good, baby," he said and the praise went right down to your pussy, the mere friction of the harness making you moan in unison with Carmy. One of your hands gripped the mattress while the other held tight to his side, that bit of skin between the V of his stomach and his hip. He was sweating and heaving underneath you.
"Fuck. You look so fucking hot, Carm, holy shit," you blurted out. It made him smile and reach for your hand. His touch was gentle, grateful, even as he let out a growl from deep inside his chest.
You shifted your hips a little, trying to keep the strap on in place and Carmy exhaled shakily.
"Right there," he squeezed your wrist. "Right fucking there. Please, please, please..."
"I got you, Carm, I got you,"
You kept hitting that spot until he was writhing on the bedsheets, reaching for the edge of the bed, and arching his back. There were tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Please keep going," he whined.
You scratched his skin, the sinful sounds you two were making spurring you on.
"Look at you! You're wonderful, you're perfect, Carm."
"Fuck you," he said without bite. He was meeting your thrusts desperately. "You can't say shit like that when I'm so close."
"Oh, I think it's the perfect moment to say shit like that," you replied, fucking him faster, whispering sweet nothings between each thrust: "You're gorgeous. And you're being so good, Carm, so good..."
"I- I'm-" was all he could say before he came with a long groan - hands in his hair, neck arched, veins pulsing.
If the sounds he was making were any indication, he was coming harder than he ever had, and the thought made you shiver with satisfaction. You stopped moving and he exhaled heavily.
"What the fuck was that?" he was panting and smiling, sweaty like he had run for miles.
You caressed his thighs, your eyes wandering over his chest and stomach, and the trail of dark hair that went down his navel - all covered with cum.
"Good?" you asked with a proud grin.
"I think I died for a minute there, baby," he said like it was the highest praise. And maybe it was.
"I'm going to pull out, get you cleaned up," you said softly after a couple of minutes. He nodded dreamily, letting out a grunt once the dildo was out.
You were thorough and gentle, kissing and caressing as you wiped his skin with a wet cloth. It took a little while with how messy you had been with the lube situation and how hard Carmy had come.
"Look," he gestured at the scratches you left on his hip, bright red lines on pale skin.
"Shit, sorry" you leaned over to kiss them too. "Does it hurt?"
"A little. I kinda dig it though," he said with a smirk. "Might get a tattoo there later," he teased, and you had to silence a needy, embarrassing sound.
You climbed up his body and kissed him, all tongue and fervor, your fingers buried deep in his curls. You had taken the harness off and arousal was wetting the inside of your thigh.
"Please tell me we'll do this again," you said against his lips.
"You liked it too?" he asked, a little surprised.
"I'm fucking soaked, Carm," you confessed, too tired to try to be delicate about it. "Loved making you feel that good, cum that hard..."
He hummed contentedly, tracing lines on your back with his fingers. "Any notes?"
"I might have to use a toy when we're done next time but other than that, no," you said honestly.
"Not now?" he asked, frowning.
Before Carmy, you were okay with going to bed frustrated, or rubbing your clit furiously in the bathroom to get a quick orgasm after some mediocre sex. This wasn't that. It was fucking great sex. However-
"I don't want to move," you replied, snuggling closer to Carmy's side.
"Oh, I get that," he chuckled; it was a weary sound, he was struggling to stay awake.
You felt so warm and comfortable. You didn’t want to break the lovely snowglobe of tenderness you were both in to grab a fucking toy from the drawer.
After a moment of thought, Carmy angled one of his legs in your direction, his muscular thigh now between your own. He nudged upwards, smearing your arousal on his own skin, silently proposing a solution to your problem.
"Can I-?" you asked anyway, your hips moving forwards, a shaky exhale leaving your lips when your clit touched his skin.
"Mhmm," he nodded, capturing your lips in a kiss, drowning your moans as you started riding his thigh in earnest.
You were so worked up it didn't take long, a few frantic thrusts and you were shaking and rolling your eyes.
"Carm," you gasped, and he held you through it, one hand on the small of your back and the other caressing your face. His half lidded eyes stared as you finally came, shivering in his hold.
"Thank you," he whispered between kisses. "I mean it. You were- It was everything."
You smiled groggily.
"I loved it. I loved it, Carm," you repeated. "I love you," you managed to say before falling asleep, safe in his arms.
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sirenserendipity · 6 months
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"can you hear how wet i am… oh my god i'm so full and stretching around it feels so good..." [desperate sobbing and moaning continues]
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soupnana · 2 years
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i like to think that mike would ramble on and on for hours and will would just listen, dreamily staring off into space. hardly talking, but taking in every word.
in this instance, mike is talking about getting married and writing comics together <3
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This is given, Hob thinks desperately, This is given.
So anyway, how are we feeling about vamp dream? a little bit of context under the cut
1. 1689 Hob my beloved, tits out and all 2. Yes that’s Dream’s blood- i think vamp Dream feeds on Hob every century before they part, but in 1689 he breaks tradition bc he feels that Hobs gone through enough without him draining the immortal on top of it all. Instead he offers his own blood, though i like to think Hob isn’t a vampire? Perhaps Dream is still endless, just more Nightmare than Dream- Lord of the Dreaming and Prince of Darkness? hm...but anyway, i like to think Hob’s not a vampire so it really does nothing for him but.....its the thought that counts, and Hob will not deny such a gift
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pr0cyon-lotor · 1 year
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The way the Ivan x Till shippers got a ✨crumb✨ of content and they (me) just bit down on it like a pack of rabid dogs
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THEY LOOK SOOO HAPPY AAAAAAAHHHHHH
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sasunarualways · 10 months
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Orochimaru: Sasuke--
Naruto:
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