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🎧 | playlist roulette, 500+ follower celebration!

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🎰 -> lip gallagher, carmen berzatto, richie jerimovich, mikey berzatto, sydney adamu, carl grimes, negan smith.

📚 -> smut, angst, fluff etc…

just inbox a character + song and i’ll write a short fic/blurb about it! songs marked 🔥 are exclusively NSFW due to, well… the nature of the song. otherwise, feel free to suggest a genre you’d prefer, or none at all, and i’ll go with the whatever suits it best. i’ve gone with songs that give a good mix of different vibes and ideas for some variety.

artists are in alphabetical order and are from my personal playlists, you’ll find: childish gambino, doja cat, faye webster, kendrick lamar, lana del rey, nicki minaj, paramore, phoebe bridgers, tyler the creator, taylor swift…

☆ childish gambino, heartbeat

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

☆ childish gambino, me and your mama:

i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la / i’m in love when we are smoking that la-la-la-la-la.

☆ 🔥 doja cat, agora hills:

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

☆ 🔥 doja cat, cyber sex:

when he off work, he calling me on skype (yeah!) / trust me when i meet him, i’m fucking him on sight (yeah) / lemme see you can beat it, i’m feelin' just like mike (okay, okay).

☆ faye webster, kingston:

he said, "baby, " that's what he called me, "i love you" / every single word you say makes me feel some type of way / it’s the thought of you that slightly scares me / but it takes my breath away, forget what i was gonna say.

☆ kendrick lamar, father time:

oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent / oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice / tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues.

☆ lana del rey, margaret:

alright, let's waltz this out, 'cause / 'cause when you know, you know / and when you're old, you're old / like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring.

☆ nicki minaj, anaconda:

i-i-i’m high as hell, i only took a half a pill / i’m on some dumb shit / by-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? / he can tell I ain't missing no meals.

☆ nicki minaj, pink friday girls:

lookin' for my lipgloss and my liner (liner) / lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner) / got him smilin' 'cause he know i outshine her ('shine her) / had to pop her just to remind her.

☆ paramore, thick skull:

i am a magnet for broken pieces / i am attracted to broken people / i pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding / and it looks like my fault / and it looks like i’m caught red-handed.

☆ phoebe bridgers, saviour complex:

baby, you're a vampire / you want blood and i promised / i’m a bad liar / with a savior complex.

☆ phoebe bridgers, waiting room:

and i can wish all that i want, but it won't bring us together / plus, i know whatever happens to me, i know it's for the better.

☆ taylor swift, love story:

that you were romeo, you were throwin' pebbles / and my daddy said, "stay away from juliet" / And I was cryin' on the staircase / beggin' you, "please don't go.”

☆ taylor swift, paper rings:

i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings / uh huh, that's right / darling, you're the one i want, and / i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

☆ tyler the creator, are we still friends?:

don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact) / don’t say, "goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later) / nah, i can't / i don't want to end this season on a bad episode.

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and on a more serious note: thank you for all the support on my works!! this blog has been my little safespace for indulging in all my silly little thoughts, and it makes me so happy that others can appreciate what i make too.

i’m excited to explore more tv shows and movies and let my blog and writing grow along with my interests, so i hope you’ll all stick around for the ride!

nervous about finally posting this, i’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time….i wanna write every song on here, so i’m really excited about it!!! feel free to send in multiple if you want ;P

#carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #richie jerimovich x you #richie jerimovich x reader #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x you #sydney adamu x reader #sydney adamu x you #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x you #negan smith x reader #negan smith x you #mikey berzatto x reader #mikey berzatto x you

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What do you think morning sex with Carmy is like?

I have been thinking about this, more than I’d care to admit, lately.

Carmy is always up early. Often times before the sun even rises. You stir most of the time when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind you, holding you tight before he actually has to wake up. He trails soft, delicate kisses on your neck.

Most mornings it’s just like this. Carmy will cuddle you for a few minutes until it’s time for him to get ready to head out the door. This morning, though, Carmen is more touchy. His hands slip underneath your shirt, holding you flush to his body by your stomach.

You feel it then, his length pressing into your ass. “Carm—“ you sigh as his hands dig into your hips. His lips still remain on your neck, kissing and nuzzling the skin. There’s no light shining in from the window blinds. Carmen’s clock hadn’t even gone off yet.

“Can I- can I have you? Please, baby?” he mutters, voice raspy. His forehead presses in between your shoulder blades.

“What time even is it?”

“4:30. I had a dream. Need you so bad. You can-you can go back to sleep after I just—need to feel you.”

“You can have me whenever you want me.” With your permission Carmy wastes no time to quickly pull down your underwear and his own. You’re still on your side when he enters you. His bare chest presses up into your tshirt covered back.

“Fuck—already so wet.” Carmen slips a hand under your thigh, raising it to let him thrust deeper inside of you. His pace isn’t fast or rough. His hips move slow and deep, almost sleepily. The depth of his thrusts make you whine out in pleasure.

“So good, Carmy. Feels so good—“ Carmy’s lips find your neck again, muffling the pure desperation of his moans. He is already close. There’s no way he ls going to last longer.

“Close—I’m close, baby.” He practically drops your leg in favor of bringing his hand down to your clit to rub fast circles. Your hand clutches to his forearm as the pleasure overtakes you. It’s only a couple of more deep thrusts before your orgasm hits.

“Please cum in me. Wanna go back to sleep full of you.”

“Fuck, baby—“ he groans. His pace becomes sloppy as he spills inside of you. The quiet whimpers of his voice are right at your ear.

As soon as it was over though, sleep began to overtake you. Carmen holds you in his arms for another 5 minutes before the sound of his alarm clock goes off. You don’t even flinch at the sound. He’s careful as he pulls out of you and moves your underwear back onto your hips.

Carmy is perkier than ever in the kitchen that morning. Everyone is so fucking confused about why he’s so happy at this time of morning. Let’s just say he got his morning started off right!

#THE VOICES THE VOICES #THE FUCKING VOICES #I NEED TO FUCK HIM

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watching the bear just makes me realise how fucking sensitive i am….like i am just a girl and i can’t handle pressure or loud noises or stress in general.

like there needs to be more fics that..acknowledge that? not being sensitive, but just that carmen is genuinely creating a toxic work environment 😭😭 like BRO if he yelled at me like that i’d start screaming the fuck back because i am so goddamn defensive.

and maybe JUST MAYBE guys i’m not perfect but i think i’m always in the right because i dunno i’m stupid or something! so i would absolutely not survive a day in that kitchen one shift would end in tears and someone would definitely be bleeding.

anyway these are my thoughts for today…….its because i’m a leo guys blaming all my flaws on my star sign.

#carmen berzatto x reader #thoughts #gonna write something like this #after the thousand other drafts i have to finish #there’s wip’s for: lip carmen x2 richie x2 annnndddd uhhh a an idea for a 10-part fic? #because i’m insane of course

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📰 | brat taming, richie jerimovich.

(pure filth guys…blowjob, facefucking, lowkey degrading anndduhhhh then some more sex…)

(also i’m crazy i just wrote another whole richie fic so expect that tomorrow i’m insane.)

“i can’t take it.”

“you can, and you fuckin’ will, princess.”

the punishment for being a brat has always been the same, so really, you should’ve expected this.. but at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

it was richie’s day off, and you had this whole mental plan about staying in bed, getting to enjoy your boyfriend and keep him all to yourself. but apparently the beef was short staffed, and he’d decided to go in anyway, despite mikey’s insistence that it was fine. in truth, it probably wasn’t fine, but that didn’t matter: today was your day.

so you’d stopped by on his lunch break. except richie skipped the break in favour of a cigarette and getting back into the muck. now, you had his best interest at heart, you swear! all you wanted was for him to take a moment. or maybe that’s the excuse you told yourself.

“don’t be a baby ‘bout it.” richie grunts through a clenched jaw, one hand with a firm grip on your cheek, and the other at the base of your skull. “you asked for this, sweetheart. now you’re gonna fuckin’ take it.”

your jaw is opened impossibly wide, his cock buried to the hilt, struggling to breathe through your nose. his grip is unforgiving and doesn’t let you move, willing down the urge to gag around his length as air forgoes you as he rocks his hips deeper. tears have sprung in your eyes, messily slipping down red cheeks and making wet tracks on your neck.

it was the tiny skirt that did it. when you’d sauntered into the kitchen, trying to find richie. it barely covered the globes of your ass, the ends of little spandex shorts peaking out: he would’ve preferred you completely naked, because fuck, those shorts really did it for him, the way they hid absolutely nothing.

and you’d done it on purpose. made sure to linger in the office doorway for an extra moment, having some offhanded conversation with mikey that didn’t even fucking matter, because what were you doing? then you’d offered to help out with the rush, going out front to buss some tables, undoubtably attracting the attention of anyone else in the restaurant.

your hands fist at the fabric of richie’s sweats, the garment pushed down just enough to release his cock. his work shirts still on, as the pair of you had landed on the couch, where you were promptly shoved to your knees. he revels in how small your hands look on his spread thighs, rocking once, twice more into your hot mouth, feeling ten times more aroused simply by the power he holds over you.

and you know when he’s about to cum, of course you do, and it has you trying to pull off. you had been hoping he’d still fuck you, as part of the punishment, spilling his load deep inside where you’d still be able to get an inkling of satisfaction.

“nu-uh,” he chastises, voice rough and breathy, “stay right where ’ya fuckin’ are.”

so, you do. and when you pull off, your tongue is sticky with it, a salty taste that clings to the back of your throat. richie’s hand squeezed your jaw, putting pressure on the hinge that forces your mouth open, admiring his work. “swallow.” he’ll tell you, to which you do, sickeningly obedient for someone with a habit of causing trouble.

he won’t fuck you, either. you’ll try to beg for it, pulling out all the stops, batting your wet lashes and kissing at his neck. it takes everything in him to deny you, but he does, successfully.

it’s not until later, curled up in bed, that you finally huff out somewhat of an explanation. “just miss you.” you’ll mumble, face pressed into his fresh shirt, the cotton tickling your nose. “think you work too much.”

it’s not like richie is oblivious, he caught on pretty quickly, but thought it’d be easier to make you work for it. so he relents, previously rough hands now soft as they skim your back, blunt nails gently tracing the curve of your spine.

“could’a used your words,” he’ll shoot back, and despite the scolding tone, he’s already rolled atop you to kiss down your neck. “or do you just get off on bein’ a brat?”

the crude remark makes you roll your eyes, one arm hooking around his broad shoulders, while your other hand rests on his head where it’s tucked into your neck. a sharp bite to your shoulder finally elicits a response, “maybe a little,” you mumble.

it’s okay, because richie still fucks you into the mattress that night. its a bit softer, at least to the best of his abilities: richie isn’t exactly one for slow or gentle, so it ends up being equally as unforgiving as the punishment itself, with the reprieve of his words turning praising and sweet. telling you how good you feel, how much he loves this pussy, so perfect for him. just him.

and he’s right: it’s just for him.

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

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This is carmenberzattosgf on my main!

You should write a lip nsfw alphabet 👀

encouraging my delusions is so so dangerous because now i’ll be writing these on my commute home….. so many filthy ideas in my head

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📰 | first times.

you make lip work for it, and the first time you have sex he’s surprised by the intimacy.

like, lip is a fast and rough kinda guy. tammy said it herself: jabby (LOL!). when you first go out, like on an actual date, he’s confused when you won’t fuck him. why? you had fun, right? but you tell him not yet, you don’t wanna rush this, and it’s weird… lip spends the night debating whether or not a bone is really worth it, but eventually decides yeah: he wants this.

so the first time it actually happens, you’re slow with it, kissing over his face and neck while lip’s hands are pawing at your clothes. his rough hands pull at your buttons, your jeans, quickly trying to remove whatever fabric separates you. it ends with you, naked, on his lap. when you undress him, it’s slow, kissing a path over each inch of skin exposed.

“th’fuck taking you so long?” he’ll rasp, but doesn’t make a move to hurry you, despite how long he’s been waiting for this.

and you’ll smile against his skin, licking a long stripe up his sternum, lips sucking at the tattoo on his chest. he’ll grunt, hands squeezing your hips, but your gentle assault on his body continues.

“just wanna enjoy it,” you mumble, rewarding him with a firm grind against his clothed cock, “don’t you?”

he won’t respond, hands urging your movements into a steady rock, moving with lazy fever atop him. lip doesn’t have it in him to rush you, but you can feel his need under you, hard and strained in his jeans.

“you’re very pretty.” you’ll whisper into his neck, trailing kisses back up his neck, to his face. it renders him speechless, because what? pretty? instinctually, he wants to say that’s weird, he’s not pretty. but your cunt is bare and hot against the tent in his pants, and your lips are warm on his skin, plush and soft.

you pay his nose extra attention, gently licking the curve of it, before following the path of his cheek. your kisses trail back down, lingering just over his lips, and he feels just about breathless. his eyes are closed under the sheer pressure of intimacy, lashes casting a shadow on his face, so he can’t see your grin.

so you ride him slow and deep, hands wrapped around the back of his neck, lip’s forehead resting against your chest. his mouth is perpetually open in quiet grunts, his hands faltering at your hips, feeling that incessant need to go faster, harder, but knowing that’s not what you want. suddenly, he wants nothing more than to please you.

it’s different to anything he’s ever felt before, and you eventually relent, allowing lip to roll over and push you into the mattress. he’s gotten the hint by now, fallen into a soft rhythm, slow and steady and impossibly deep.

you know it’s a lot. that it’s different, that lip isn’t used to love like this. so you take it slow. well, as slow as you can, because you just want to show him all of the love you have, let him learn that it’s completely overflowing.

#wow wow wow i need him so bad #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x you

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woke up at 6:30 to shower and get ready only to realise now (7:52) that class is cancelled AND NOW I’M WIDE AWAKE FOR NO REASON!

#tragic event #more time to write 😝😝 #kidding i’ve already got a lip draft lined up for today #lip gallagher i love you

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also guys i’m still not over gillian jacobs in the bear like that was just the biggest crossover in my mind….

thinking about tiff the whole time as richie’s ex wife and hearing these little snippets of conversation and tiny pieces of lore only to finally see her and it’s just

BRITTA? BRITTA’s in this?? i literally went into shock like i cannot take her seriously THAT IS BRITTA PERRY! you can’t ever change my mind she’s my silly girl!

#complete rambling #tiff i <3 you! #BRITTA FOR THE WIN! #sorry i love community so much #six seasons and a movie #also donald glover world tour guys #who’s going? #ME!

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where is that one smutty fic where carmen choked you with his bicep…someone help me find it

#it was so hot someone help me locate it #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader

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thinking about JAW’s nose..

carmen would stick his tongue deeeep into your cunt, licking the softness of your walls in long, purposeful strokes. all while his nose bumps against your clit, letting you squirm and buck, somehow needing more and less all at the same time. his arms would be locked around your thighs, pulling you closer, keeping you in place and completely unable to move while he gets lost in your pussy.

but i think lip would want you to sit on his face. you’re shy at first, but eventually fall into a steady rhythm, rocking continuously against his nose which grinds into your clit with every movement forwards. he’ll encourage it, big hands gripping at your ass, mouth and chin wet with slick while his tongue laps at you like a starved man.

#sorry i wrote this on the train #consequences of me watching shameless during my uni commute #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x you #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto smut #jeremy allen white

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cockwarming with carmen berzatto…

maybe it starts out as slow lazy sleepy sex. you’ve been so needy lately and carmen has been so distant, so when he finally slinks into bed you roll over and push him further into the mattress, pinning him down with your weight. he won’t protest, either, eyes shut and hands gripping at your hips as you shimmy out of your shorts, pushing the cotton of carmen’s boxers down just enough to slip his cock out.

and he’s almost asleep, too, groaning softly into your shoulder, savouring the feeling of a warm bed, a warm body, and your warm cunt. but you don’t move, head resting on his chest, content to enjoy the sensation of his cock stretching you out, something you’ve missed too much recently.

he’ll nudge at your hips, big hands gripping your ass to try and stimulate some sort of movement. “nu-uh,” you hum into his chest, “you’re gonna let me have this.”

and so you lay there, breaths heavy and languid, as your body melts into his own. carmen knows you deserve this, so he urges himself to stay still, and finds the feeling to be quite nice. the edges between you and him are blurred, a cotton-like fuzziness in his mind that threatens to pull him under.

maybe you fall asleep like that, he can’t tell, carmen’s barely aware of his own consciousness at this point. but eventually he rolls over with a huff, pushing you deeper into the mattress and rocking into your pussy. whatever gasps escape you are silenced with his mouth, kisses sloppy and uncoordinated, as carmen puts the last of his energy into fucking you satisfied.

#sorry guys i don’t know what came over me #i’m a woman possessed #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader

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yall ever think about edging carmen or is that just me…whether you do it intentionally or on accident he’s going crazy. hips bucking and clutching at the bedding, a groan escaping his throat as you visibly see his cock twitch. he definitely likes it but once he’s had enough he’s either playfully warning you that he’s just gonna go jack off or he’s desperate, whiny and pleading for you to just let him cum -💫

Oh god. I don’t think it happens often because Carmy likes being in control, but when it does….

I’m just thinking about him with a blushed face and chest, panting as sweat forms on his brow. His hair is all over the place, sticking out in multiple directions.

He’s so fucking hard and precum keeps collecting on his tip. You’ve edged him twice now when you grip the base of his cock again. Carmy’s hands instantly clutch at the comforter underneath his finger tips as a pained groan escapes him.

You move your hand slowly, squeezing as you reach the head of his cock. “F-fuck, baby. Shit—“

“Is it wet enough, Carm?”

“I-I-uh,” he stumbles over his words. You don’t let him answer the question, leaning over to let a glob of spit leave your mouth. Carmy hisses when it makes contact.

You waste no time to speed up your movement, and Carmy becomes a moaning mess because of it. His hips buck restlessly against your hand. He can’t take another round of edging. Using your free hand, you gently grasp his hand, taking it into yours. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

His fingers intertwine with your own, squeezing hard. “I need to cum. Please, can I? I’ve b-been a good boy.” His voice is desperate, full of arousal. His cock twitches in your grasp.

“That right? You’ve been a good boy?” Carmy nods his head quickly in response, not trusting his words. “Do you think good boys deserve to cum?”

“Fuck—yes. Please—fuck please. I c-can’t take anymore. I-I don’t wanna cum without permission, please,” Carmy whines. He doesn’t care how he sounds. He needs you to let him cum.

“You can cum for me, baby.” As soon as you finish your sentence, Carmy spills over your hand with a deep groan.

“T-thank you. Thank you, sweetheart,” he mumbles out while you continue to gently stroke him through his high.

After this Carmy is definitely okay with you edging him… but only every once in awhile… he would rather edge you let’s be honest here.

#SUB CARMY NATION RISE UP #‼️‼️‼️

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i’m literally so sensitive when i’m on my period

just heard my sibling yell at the cat and now i’m crying my eyes out in my bedroom for no good reason

anyway sensitive people solidarity because yes i’ll have a little sook about everything if i want to

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pre weed-brownie i’ll keep you guys updated

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thank you all for 500+ followers! whether you followed for arcane, the walking dead, the bear or shameless..i love every single one of my works, and i’m glad you all grow with me!

wanna do something but i don’t quite know what….if anyone has any ideas, let me know!

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carmen having a very hectic, stressful and busy week so on his day off he just relaxes. ends up taking a lil nap…and he wakes up to you giving him what he can only call the softest, laziest blowjob ever. but it’s just what he needs—the slow build, where it’s not so intense and he can feel good but still feel the daze of that half awake half asleep state

a little pleased grin appears as he sleepily strokes your hair, debating if he wants to keep his eyes closed or if he wants to watch. and he just feels so gooey inside because you always wanna take care of him even when he’s asleep and too tired for actual fucking <3 definitely promises to return the favor later once he’s more energized -💫

Oh god my brain is fuzzy from this.

When you spot Carmy napping on the bed, you can’t help but kneel down beside him. He’s woken you up with head before, why not return the favor? Besides, he’s had a week from hell. He deserves to get something extra special on his day off.

Carmen is truly out cold. He doesn’t even move when you pull down his boxers enough to take his cock out. He starts to harden the second you kiss on the head of his dick.

You start slow, not wanting to wake him up too fast. Your lips wrap around him. Carmy’s hips jolt in reaction. You look up expecting him to be awake, but his eyes are still closed. When you bob your head it’s a lazy, slow movement. You don’t hollow your cheeks around him. Instead you let your tongue press up against his shaft with every bob of your head.

A desperate groan fills up your ears and you notice he’s finally awake. Carmy’s already panting at the sight of your lips stretched wide around him. He’s still sleepy, somewhere between half-asleep and half-awake. His eyes flutter as he takes you in before him.

“F-fuck am I— am I dreaming?” You lift your mouth off of him, then lick a broad stripe from base to tip. You don’t even offer him any words, simply shaking your head “no” before you take him back into your mouth.

His hands start to pet at your hair. His movements are delicate, not trying to force your head down. “S-so pretty. So sweet for me, w-waking me up like this.” It’s taking everything Carmen has in him not to cum. You can tell from the way his hips twitch that he’s close. “Baby— feels so good. Love you. L-love your mouth,” Carmen whines. He keeps on muttering words of praises. It’s barely coherent at times.

You look up at him and watch his pretty face. Carmy is so beautiful like this. His mouth falls open when a groan as his head falls back, revealing his neck. His head doesn’t stay thrown back for long; he doesn’t want to miss a second of your mouth working on his cock.

It’s over with when you take him deep into your throat, letting your nose meet his pelvis. Carmy’s hands grip your hair, still not pushing you down. “B-baby. Baby—fuck. Going to cum—“ he whimpers. All you do is moan to let him know it’s okay, and he’s spilling down your throat.

He’s immediately pulling you up by your hair to meet your lips in a sloppy, lazy kiss. His tongue works into your mouth, tasting himself on you. When he finally breaks the kiss, you can see the sleepy look still in his eyes. He’s definitely about to crash again.

“Thank you, baby. Nap with me? When we wake up I want you to sit on my face.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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📰 | dessert.

i can imagine being woken up at ridiculous hours because carmen needs you to try a dish…anyway that’s what this is + domesticity + husband carmy + soft pregnancy vibes.

short and sweet.

You’re lying half-asleep in bed, vaguely tethered to reality by the distant clanging of pots and pans. It isn’t enough to fully wake you, too comfortable buried under the thick blankets, having finally found the perfect position where your stomach doesn’t seem to get in the way.

Which, lately, it’s always in the way.

The door creaks open, and Carmen’s footsteps are quiet, feather-light. He sits down at the edge of the bed, one hand nudging your shoulder, the other guiding a spoon into a little dish he sits on his lap.

The movement rouses you just enough, gaining the smallest inkling of consciousness. It’s in front of your face and pressing against your lips before the awareness can fully set in, velvety chocolate coating your tongue. The taste is thick, yet not overwhelming, somehow both dense and light at the same time. Maybe some sort of mousse.

“That’s.. yeah, ‘s good..” You mumble, eyes blinking open blearily to twist slightly on the bed, moving to face him. The movement causes your shirt to ride up, not bothering to tug it down, despite the slight chill that spreads over your stomach.

Carmen’s hand finds the edge of the duvet, pulling it to cover your body properly. “Good?” He echos. “Just good? C’mon, baby. Gotta give me a bit more than that.”

You suck in a breath, resisting the temptation to fall back asleep, which has amplified now that he’s finally next to you. It has to be around 1am, at this point. Usually, the baby keeps you up, kicking incessantly, but it seems the little bear has finally quietened down. Not Carmy, though.

“I dunno, Carm. I like it,” You sigh, eyes fluttering closed. “It’s good.”

Without your gaze on him, Carmen looks down at the dish, staring into the ceramic bowl like it’s his worst enemy. About a thousand things run through his mind, all with the primary focus being perfecting the desert.

“Yeah, okay..” He’s resigned, already making a move to try and stand. The motion causes you to stir again, a hand blindly fumbling with his wrist to pull it back in.

“No, don’t take it away. I’m not done.” You protest.

The spoon has already been caught between your fingers, and Carmen doesn’t have it in him to stop you. It penetrates the light mixture with ease, scooping another mouthful of the light mousse between your lips.

“It’s not right,” Carmen would say, sounding so utterly defeated. “You don’t have to eat it.”

You simply shrug, having already gone back for the last little piece. “I wanna eat it. I’m hungry.”

The smile threatens to return to Carmy’s face. With the renovations underway, he’s been missing his time in the kitchen. So, he brings it home. Working endlessly on new recipes, testing menu variations, anything to keep his mind running. Maybe the notion of having a child is starting to freak him out a little, so the work serves as a distraction.

“Hungry?” He repeats, “Weren’t you just asleep?”

“Well, I’m awake now. Might as well eat.

It’s a sound argument, and Carmen knows not to push it. He’s just lucky that you’re always so willing to put up with him like this. So, he puts the empty dish down, taking the spoon and laying it on the bedside counter.

He’ll stroke your hair while you chew the last mouthful, your eyes coming to a soft close. There’s some chocolate on your lip, which Carmen swipes off with his thumb, before sucking the digit into his mouth. It doesn’t taste that bad.

“I’ll join you soon.” He promises, leaning down to place a chaste kiss to the same spot. You give a small grunt in response, wanting to persuade him otherwise, but not having the energy to do so.

You’ve already melted back into the pillow, happy and sated with the taste of chocolate on your tongue.

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