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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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Hi, first time ever sending an ask like this but I needed to tell you how much I love what you write and that I am absolutely grateful you also write for amab sevika 🥺🙏❤️ I was wondering if you maybe would write amab sevika having sex with an insecure afab nonbinary reader and Sev kissing their top surgery scars and doing a bit of body worship? 🥺 Thank you 😭🙏❤️

of course!! this is gonna be a little less smutty because i just wrote a big ol' smut piece last night so i'm all smutted out rn, so i hope that's okay!

disclaimer! i'm cis, so i'm unfamiliar with the specifics of top surgery. if i got anything wrong, please lmk and i'll fix it right away! :)

men and minors dni

first of all, if you guys are together when you get top surgery, sevika would almost be more excited than you.

it's not that she doesn't love your tits. (she does.)

but she loves you so much more, and she knows top surgery is going to make you so happy, and she's so excited for you.

your recovery is uncomfortable and painful as it always is, but it's a little more bearable when sevika's waiting on you hand and foot, grinning each time she changes your bandages and sees your still-swollen but now flat chest.

each night, she'd insist she be the one to rub your scar-fading cream over the scars on your chest.

and each time, she'd press a kiss right over your heart as she rubs it in.

when you're fully healed, sevika wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself.

not really in a sexual context (we'll get to that in a second) but just because she wants to reassure you and touch you and soothe the scars on your chest.

she's always tracing over the scars, slipping her hand up your shirt to gently rub her thumb back and forth over them.

if you're ever feeling insecure (maybe the scars are lopsided or really obvious, maybe your nipples look a little different now, or you don't have any at all, maybe you're just feeling blah about your body) sevika's the first person to notice something's off-- sometimes even before you do.

"what's wrong?" sevika asks when she wanders into the bathroom and finds you tracing your top surgery scars. you huff.

"nothin'." you say. she shoots you a skeptical look as she approaches you, both hands on your hips and her chin hooking over your shoulder to lock eyes with you in the mirror.

slowly, her hands creep up your side until she's holding your chest, gently tracing over the scars as she presses kisses to your neck and cheek.

"i love you." she whispers. "you're perfect, y'know." she says.

(it's always easy to believe her, especially when you can feel her dick growing hard against your ass.)

in the bedroom, sevika'd always have her mouth on your scars. tracing them with her tongue, pressing kisses to the center of your chest or your nipples, sucking hickeys underneath the scars to decorate them.

she still sleeps on your chest-- slightly less comfortable now without the fat of your breasts to cushion her-- but she doesn't care.

sometimes, you wake up to her whispering secrets to the scars.

"so pretty. so perfect."

"fuckin' sexy ass body."

and your favorite so far, "you made 'em so happy. never saw 'em smile as big as they did when they first saw their new chest. thank you." whispered reverently against the scar tissue on your skin.

you had to snap your eyes shut to pretend to be sleeping when she pulled back away, not wanting her to know you caught her.

she knows, though. she can hear your rapid heart beat beneath her ear as she settles back down. she doesn't say anything, just presses a kiss to your skin, a smile on her lips.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #i hope u like it anon!!!

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nevarroes · 3 months

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dont go yet

#art tag #art #gortcas #casim carnarvon #its a “come back 2 bed” type of situation💜#dont flg this tumblr theres nothing here.... look away #also this one goes out to the back comparison anon i hope u like it brother🙏

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ghiblin · 5 months

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What do you plan to do? What exactly are you here for? To see with eyes unclouded by hate.

PRINCESS MONONOKE もののけ姫 1997, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

#princess mononoke #ashitaka #mononoke hime #studio ghibli #ghiblisdaily #ghibli #ghiblicentral #fyghibli #m*#useroro #forvy #dearestmillie #eritual #aleksbestie #request #very late but i hope u like these anon!! <3

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tojisun · 6 months

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thinking about biker! simon going out with his girl and the other guys at a biker bar. reader hasn't really seen how scared people are of simon - who they all call ghost - until she goes to get him another drink. while she's at the bar, a guy comes over trying to hit on her. then this hulking, 6'4 guy in a skull mask appears and the guy is ready to run out of the bar. simon didn't even have to talk just glare. while readers like ???

ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE THIS WAS SENT IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING NOW :(( BUT YES ABSOLUTELY YES!! my stomach swooped when i saw this hhhhh im actually kicking my legs n twirling my hair n everythingg!!

naturally, im bad at making drabbles because this turned out long again :’) im sorry

biker!simon mlist // star divider by @/plutism <33

simon’s hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you further into the bar. you shuffle along his languid steps, head swivelling as you try to find familiar faces in the crowd – so far, none yet.

simon chuckles from beside you, and you peer up at him only to see his eyes crinkled from underneath his balaclava, no doubt smiling at you. he bows his head closer towards yours, trying, in vain, to devour as much of the space made by the height difference between you two.

“what?”

“nothin’, sweet girl.” he presses his covered lips on the top of your head, breathing you in. “come on, i see ‘em.”

he shifts the two of you, the hand that’s settled on the small of your back gliding until it hooks around your waist, pulling you ever so closer to him. protective. possessive. it makes you hum in delight, happiness thrumming underneath your skin.

(you don’t notice the way many people shift to get out of simon’s way; heads downturned as though afraid of even meeting his eyes. you don’t notice the way they turn to each other when you two passed by, as though making sure that it was simon they saw. simon – ghost – with a sweet darling pressed to his side, his bulk warding away stray gazes. you don’t notice the way they huddle with each other, whispering promises that ghost’s girl should always be protected. because yes they fear ghost, but more than that, loyalty to each other is stronger.)

he leads you towards a small pack by the far side, the table doused less in light than the rest of the bar. johnny’s already turned towards you and simon, watching with a grin as you two make it across. kyle’s seated beside him, the younger man leaned to watch the ongoing hockey game. then you see the back of john’s familiar head, his beloved boonie slung around his neck.

“finally made it, huh lass?” johnny says in greeting, snagging the attention of both kyle and john, the two of them chiming in their own hello’s. you smile, waving at them as you claim the empty seat between simon and john.

“had to make a quick stop at 7-11,” simon responds, his hand curling at one of the legs of your chair before pulling you towards him. the metal squeaks against the tiles, the sound thankfully drowned out by the loud bass.

“oh did you?” john asks, ignoring whatever simon did given how they’re all so used to his soft displays of possessiveness. he offers you a smile when you turn to him with a nod.

“had to buy, um, medicine for my stomachache.”

it’s endearing how their faces shift so fast, little smiles falling as worry takes over. even simon, whose hand is draped on your thigh, tenses, gripping as though he was remembering how he heard your pained whimper or saw you sniffling as the ache echoed, throbbing just below your ribs, choking you up.

“are you feeling any better? did it subside now, at least?” kyle asks.

you nod, quick to reassure them. “the medicine worked! i’m feelin’ better, i promise!”

they relax, tensed shoulders going lax as life flutters back into the table. you smile before sinking ever so closer to simon’s side, shying away from the intensity of their affections for you – your own little band of brotherhood, visceral in the way they care for you.

simon’s grip loosens on your thigh, choosing instead to massage the muscle tenderly. you hum, turning to ask him what he’s getting.

“whiskey, maybe,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by his mask. “you getting your bellini today, love?”

“yes please,” you reply, blinking up at him.

his eyes crinkle again, a telltale sign of his smile, before he pats your thigh and gets up to place the order.

you turn to the group, tuning into johnny’s rambling, listening to him recounting his rally. it was the one you weren’t able to go to because of work, johnny having to reassure you multiple times (even through text) that it’s fine that you’re missing it. so you listened, enraptured, nose scrunching in confusion whenever johnny slips into heavy scottish in his excitement.

“english, mactavish,” simon sighs as he falls back to his seat, startling you. you see johnny flip him off and you make eye contact with kyle, sharing twin looks of exasperation.

simon slides you your bellini and you whisper a thanks, trilling when he noses the top of your head again – your clingy boy.

the conversation rises and falls, sometimes leaving your mind wandering when they start talking about shop, sometimes catching your attention so much that you find yourself leaning on the table, breathless and wide-eyed as you listen to their bike stories – johnny had continued about his rally, kyle talked about the repairs he did for a client who he’s sure is on the run, and john shared that horrifying experience he had on his way home where he thinks he saw a floating woman by the east side highway.

“your turn, big guy,” you say, tapping simon’s knee.

simon finishes his whiskey – his balaclava tugged just enough to show his chin and his lips – before plopping the empty glass on the table with a sigh. you huff a fond laugh, knowing that one glass isn’t enough to satiate the thirst so you dust imaginary dirt off your skirt before standing up.

he tilts his head up in question, arm still hooked around your waist.

“gonna grab us more drinks,” you say. “oh, tell ‘em about the gas station incident!”

he grunts, nodding, and yet he refuses to budge. you fondly roll your eyes and turn to the others. “drinks?”

they all shake their head, johnny specifically saying he’d have to order for himself because he’d want to try the house specialties. you nod, pinching simon’s arm as you dance away from him with a bitten grin, before making your way to the bar.

you prattle away your order, telling the bartender to add the tab to your table, and hover, swaying to the music. it’s a foreign rock band playing, the bass and drums reverberating loudly, you can feel the vibrations pulsing along your body, and you almost get lost in your own thoughts when a hand slides to your back.

you startle, mind quickly cataloguing that this isn’t simon. because simon, for all his impressive silence and his displays of possessiveness, never sneaks up on you like this. he has never let you doubt your safety while with him. so you back away from the stranger’s touch, your hands pressed close to your chest before finally turning to see who went up to you.

the man, who seems to be about your age, smiles upon seeing your face. “hey there, angel.”

the pet name makes you nauseous and your stomach churns once again. you have to ask for the medicine from simon when you return to the table.

“hi,” you squeak, not letting him off your sight.

“you seem new here. i am too.” he laughs, scratching his neck. then, “it really ain’t my scene.”

“uh-huh,” you say, not knowing what else to tell him.

his chuckles peter out, a suave smile replacing what had been an awkward display of forced laughter. he clears his throat. “so, what’s a sweet thing like you doing alone here?”

“she ain’t alone, kid,” the bartender answers for you and you turn to him, surprised, before thanking him as he presents you with your whiskey and bellini.

the bartender nods to you in reply before crossing his arms in front of his chest and addresses the stranger again. “go bother someone else.”

the man arches a brow in question, his lips pursing in distaste. “oh yeah? she seems pretty available to me.”

the phrase hits you badly.

your anxiousness bleeds away to make room for your ire and you snarl, dropping your hands from where they’re pressed on your chest to rest them on your hips.

“what did you just say?” you ask, your voice a measured anger. “i’m fucking what now?”

he raises his hands up like he’s pacifying you. “hey, hey. didn’t mean that, my pretty girl-”

“she’s not your anything, you mad wanker.”

the sound of simon’s voice makes you settle, a wave of safety and comfort washing over you, dousing the angry churning in the pit in your stomach. simon steps from behind the stranger, towering over him, before moving to stand beside you. his hand hovers, questioning, and you give him a soft nod that gets simon pulling you close to him. his hand falls to the small of your back, caressing, and you wonder if he knows that the man had grazed his hand there just minutes ago. if simon’s doing this to overwrite the unpleasant feeling that was sticking to you.

“oh,” the stranger breathes out and you notice the way his hands are trembling, the tight balls of his fists turning his knuckles white. “i, uh, i’m sorry, ghost.” then he’s off, running out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs.

you huff at the realization that the mad man didn’t even apologize to you. what a fucking prick.

“you doin’ alright there, baby?” simon asks, pulling you to him. he settles on an empty bar stool – you are sure those were filled just minutes ago… – and tugs you so that you are standing between his legs.

he cups your cheeks, thumbs tracing lines just underneath your eyes, and it makes you drag a shaky inhale.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i should’ve accompanied you.” simon sounds distressed, his eyes furrowed in the intensity of his worry.

you coo at him, it’s your turn to cup his jaw this time. “i’m alright, si. i promise.”

he shifts his eyes between yours, searching for anything besides the truth, and he folds himself into you when he sees that you mean it. you laugh, patting at his head, wishing that he doesn’t have his balaclava so you can play with his hair, before turning to the bartender who, in the sudden absence of customers by the counter, is watching you two with a pinched smile.

“thank you again,” you tell him and he grunts, nodding. simon straightens up and groans as he stands, his big body unaccustomed to the tiny bar stools.

“yeah,” he says, addressing the bartender. “thanks for bein’ here for my girl, alex.”

the bartender – alex – just waves his hand around in dismissal. “it’s nothin’, really. now go away, i want customers.”

simon and alex laugh, sharing an inside joke, and you swivel your head around in confusion because now that alex had mentioned it, where did everyone go? and why are they all huddled together, far from the bar?

simon closes his hand on your wrist and pulls. you barely manage a goodbye to alex who waves at you in reply.

…alex?

“wait. that’s alex?”

best believe that simon has connections anywhere he goes. if not for himself, it’s for his girl!!!

me, shamefully staring at the word count (1.8k) of what should’ve been a drabble: well now…

#suns.f #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #anon #ask #suns #deviously screaming!! i love scary ghost but a sweetheart to his girl <333 thank u sm anon for this i hope u like it hhhhh

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caelanglang · 10 months

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chuuya will go insane seeing dazai cry? zamn would pay to see that lmaoo

hi, i kinda went insane thinking and drawing about this one.

a continuation of the drunk fem!dazai post !

mini bonus:

update: now with extra here ~

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fjordline · 10 months

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#my art #galvatron #cyclonus #every time someone says something like this i get a little bit meaner to t*ilgate #i really dont Want to be a hater but some of you... make it difficult #especially that stupid ass vague post i saw a while ago lmfaoo it gave me a laugh at least but dear lord.#sitting my autistic ass down and listening to the ableism allegations levied against me #its a hatecrime to mischaracterize tg now #i Know tgs personality. i think his personality is immensely annoying #simple as #and i dont care enough abt him to portray it accurately in what is a 5 panel joke comic #like bro im a galvatrongirl u really think i care about failgate??#and anon i hope for your sake and everyone elses that this was said ironically/with the purpose of making mtmtepeople look worse cus if not #transformers

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g1ngerbeer · 19 days

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percyposting once again

#id in alt text #my art #cr #cr1 #critical role #the legend of vox machina #percy de rolo #anna ripley #cw gun #cw blood #yeah. snapshot of what my brain has been like these past few weeks #[twirls hair] hii percy anon i hope u like these :}#forgot to actually add the dialogue in but in the death orb airship one hes saying #'ive had another one of those terrible ideas i get on occasion'

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buckxtommy · 1 month

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Bucktommy for 12.making out against the rescue helicopter (lets be honest that exactly where those “flying lessons” will lead)

exactly how those flying lessons actually went 😌 [wip]

added my twist to the prompt, which is tommy smiling into the kiss– sth i can totally see him doing <3

#hiiii anon! thank u for sending me the ask ❣️❣️#i'll likely color it and add in the rescue helicopter after my exams but after watching 7x05 i simply had to draw them #i hope you like it 💓#911 abc #bi buck #bucktommy #evan buckley #buck x tommy #tommy kinard #911 abc fanart #911 fanart #oliver stark #lou ferrigno jr #myart #911edit

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jimimn · 2 years

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happy cuties ♡ (for anon) (cr. namuspromised)

#btsgif #jimin #taehyung #vmin #bts #park jimin #kim taehyung #v #*#*jm #*th #*vmin #*requests #im so sorry this is super late but i hope you see this anon and i hope u like it <3 :(

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changeofpace · 24 days

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my favourite merlin blog keeps posting about merlin's longish hair in series 1 or 2 that curls in the back, ive become obsessed? could you please draw your vision of this :)

merlin pre-evolution. fluffy little lad and his beautiful big puppy eyes, not yet jaded by the world </3

#its actually so hard to draw the merlin evolutions differently #i know realistically there are 3 #this one - short hair s3 - and buff s5 #hope u like it anon!#merlin #merlin emrys #bbc merlin #fanart #reetarts #rambles

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sasanka-27 · 8 months

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The oil under Impala mystery 🔍✨

(Inspired by the lady with expert wife tips from tiktok)

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stuffeddeer · 4 months

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I think Dazai would like mess around with your makeup stuffs and pretends he’s you doing your makeup and he’s like HUH how tf do you use this??

you definitely yell at him for wasting products!!! what i know about makeup is that it is Not Cheap.

dazai stares at you like a deer in headlights, your favorite eyeshadow pigment decorating the tips of his fingers. did he have to try and swatch all of them..?

you’d gently sit on the edge of your vanity, telling dazai what each product does, how to properly apply it, and helping him to doll himself up like you do.

he’s all giggly the whole time, not immune to the excitement that comes from making yourself look pretty! but he’s mainly giggly because the one helping him is you ❤️

when it finally comes time for lipstick, you help him pick out a nice shade that works well with the rest of the colors he’s since applied, and he excitedly stops you before you can put it on!

“i know how to do this one, i know!” he’ll say animatedly, swiping the tube from your hand and uncapping it.

you watch in amusement as he lathers his lips, deciding not to mention that sometimes less is more. he looks too cute, who are you to stop him?

Legs swinging back and forth, you watch him from your position on the vanity’s surface. Your hands gripped the edge of the piece, keeping yourself stable as he finally recaps the lipstick tube and sets it on the now messy table, all of your properly organized pieces in disarray from Dazai’s attempt at playing dress-up.

Even though it was applied haphazardly, he looked very pretty with his big brown eyes and now full lips, eyes showcasing an impish glint and lips accompanied by a mischievous smirk. You knew Dazai well enough to know he was planning something, but it was hard to decipher just what.

“You’re gorgeous,” you smirk back, still amused even while silently noting his coy expression. Teasing, you add, “I can’t believe I was able to land such a pretty girl.”

Dazai’s grin doesn’t falter. “Not done! Next you’re supposed to blot, right?”

His words make you smile. “If you want to, yes.” And he definitely should, judging by how much of the tube he just used up. $30 well spent, you suppose.

A yelp escapes your lips before his are pressed to yours, arms wrapped around your neck from yanking you down towards the vanity chair he sat in. Dazai couldn’t help the small smile on his face as he held you close, eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed the kiss.

Your hands moved from the edge of the vanity to his shoulders, not wanting to topple forward as you kissed back. Yeah, $30 well spent.

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arcanegifs · 1 year

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Arcane Gif Requests: Anon ↳ "Sweetheart, I was real sad to hear about Vander. And the kids. Just terrible. A few tried but Silco's got the muscle… and the money. He took over the Last Drop. Things have changed without Vander looking out for us."

#arcane #arcane vi #arcaneedit #vi arcane #arcane lol #arcane league of legends #vi lol #vi league of legends #league of legends #league of legends arcane #media: arcane #s1 ep5 #type: gif #what is coloring skdjfskdfs #i tried though lmao #hope u like it anon

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chanstopher · 1 year

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Bang Chan ✧ Case 143 Relay for anon

#Bang Chan #Stray kids #bystay #staysource #jypartists #Christopher Bang #channiesnet #3rachasource #drm.pst #drm.gif #i remembered why i neve giffed this and its cause choom is hard t ocolor buttttt i did it for u anon <3 #im sorry it took me a week your ask got buried and i forgot because i have a goldfish brain #but i did it !!!!#i hope u like it bestie <3 #1k

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carmyboobear · 2 months

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ahhh !!!!!

NSFW but I just read your sub carmy and sex scene with Claire thoughts back to back because I’m obsessed with your posts

Idk if it would be sub Carmy or just inexperienced Carmy, 🙈🙈

but just, like being his first blowjob (ew I’ve never typed that before it feels criminal) and seeing him not know what he should grip so he’s like trying not to hold your hair or hurt you and how embarrassed he would be if it didn’t take long and just him being relaxed afterwards because my boy needs a break

I know he’s just a man but I require him to breathe

TEEHEE thanks so much friend! I’m so glad to hear you’re enjoying my stuff, it means so much!!

And as for sub carmy or inexperienced carmy… WHY NOT BOTH! I think he’d just be grabbing at the sheets like a mad man, white knuckling it, until you tell him to grab your hair.

tags bc I got carried away: MDNI🔞, sub/virgin carmy, deepthroating, oral (bj)

“You can put your hands in my hair, y’know,” you tell him. Carmy can barely stand to look at you, glossy lips kissing up the length of his spit-slicked cock. It’s too much for his brain to process, to handle.

“I—I don’t wanna hurt you,” he breathes, and he uncurls his cramping fingers from the sheets.

“It’s okay. Really.” You gently take his hands towards your hair, and he shakily settles his palms there. One of his hands roots itself carefully in your hair, and the other’s brushing strands out of your face.

“Tell me if it hurts?” He asks.

“Sure,” you say dismissively, and he’s about to object before you add, “but maybe I want you to hurt me a little.”

“Fucking hell,” he curses under his breath, your words going straight to his groin. He twitches in your hand.

“Don’t come yet,” you warn him. “I want you to come in my mouth. And don’t be gentle. Do you understand?”

“Shit, yes, I understand,” he whimpers. His hands tighten in your hair reflexively, and you moan quietly in approval.

“Good boy,” you purr, and you swallow the entire length of his cock.

“Oh my—oh my god—“ Carmy sucks in a sharp breath and keeps it there, his body tightening around the wet heat of your mouth. The tip of his cock is hitting the back your throat, and you’re fucking swallowing, gagging on it, and his hands are gripping your hair so tight it’s sure to hurt, but you’re moaning, god, you’re moaning so beautifully around his cock and it feels, it feels—

Your nose is pressed against his stomach as he comes down your tight throat, his tip pushed up right against it. Tears bead at the corner of his eyes from the force of his orgasm, blinding and overwhelming. Through it all, through his pretty whines and gasps, he holds you down on his cock.

When his fingers finally loosen and you slip off his soft cock, the sight of you threatens to turn him on again. Spit runs down your chin, and your lips are reddened and plump from sucking him off. Tear tracks mark your cheeks.

“You were perfect,” you say, voice hoarse. “Good boy.”

Fucking hell.

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto smut #my asks #my blurbs #my smut #GOD I’m sorry anon I got so carried away. hope u like

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