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Nicotine & Tangerines | Carmandy | Chapter Two

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Chapter Summary: A date, a real date. Family spaghetti. Opening up— in more ways than one. All of these things lead up to a decision for Mandy— and we're only just getting started. | Carmy Berzatto x Mandy Milkovich — The Bear x Shameless Crossover

Content Tags: Brief Claire mentions, mentions of Mickey having a gun (Milkovich tingz), Mandy opens up a bit to Carmy about growing up, mentions of sh scars on Mandy (not graphic), unprotected sex, Carmy being a big time boob guy yk, pulling out

Important Info: (texting) blue = Carmy, pink = Mandy

Chapter Two: Everything Has Changed

Word Count: 2.3k

Mandy was a little bit astounded about what a gentleman Carmy seemed to be— it was one of the few times in her life a man didn't just have an end goal of getting her into bed. Of course, not that she would've minded getting into bed with Carmy... but that was something to think about later.

Meanwhile, Carmy found that this girl just absolutely flooded his mind, occupied his every thought— any lingering thoughts or feelings surrounding Claire? Gone. Erased.

"So, y'gonna ask 'er out on a proper date, cousin?" Richie asked Carmy with a little sly grin.

Carmy raised his eyebrows at Richie, shrugging a bit. "Who said I even liked her, huh?"

Richie rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Carmen Anthony Berzatto, you honestly think I can't read you like a fuckin' book sometimes?"

Sydney giggled quietly as Carmy's cheeks turned pink. Okay, he'd been caught.

"So I like her! What's the big fuckin' deal?" Carmy grumbled quietly, trying to focus back on what he was doing.

"Is it a crime for me to want you to be happy, huh?" Richie asked, leaning against the counter.

"No. But it's fuckin' suspicious." Carmy muttered in response.

"Is it really that suspicious?" Richie huffed.

Carmy and Sydney both paused, then exchanged a glance before each looking at Richie, then answered in tandem. "Yes."

"Fuck both of you!"

Of course, Carmy did have plans to ask Mandy on a proper date. But he wanted to go about this carefully— he was sure Mandy had her walls built up about as high as he did, if not higher. And last time he had a relationship, in the not-so-distant past, she was such a distraction to him that so many things happened with The Bear that he barely remembered. This was not going to be another Claire-esque incident.

He had to remain focused on one thing at a time, but he also had to put his business first— Mandy was great, but he'd made this mistake before, and it cost him Claire, a shit ton of sleep, and very nearly Richie.

So, after the restaurant closed for the night, Carmy decided he needed to take his opportunity. He'd been texting back and forth with Mandy, spending a couple minutes with her here and there, but not a proper date... yet, that was.

hey um, would it be weird if i asked you to come over on saturday night?

Saturday was perfect— he'd coordinated it with Richie that he didn't need to come in, and the restaurant was closed on Sunday, in case things ran long on the date... for some reason.

not weird at all, i'd like that a lot<3

God, she always had to send those cute little hearts...

Okay, so she agreed. Now all Carmy needed was an official plan— he sort of had one, but he was panicking about what to cook... as if she didn't already enjoy his cooking.

"So? D'ya ask her out?" Richie asked with a sly grin.

Carmy groaned as he and Richie headed out of the restaurant. "Yes. I did. Can you piss off, Rich? Why're you so invested in this anyways?"

"Is it a crime for me to wanna make sure y're treatin' Mandy okay? Jeesh." Richie insisted, he was continuing to play the close friend angle like a fiddle.

"She's comin' over Saturday... kinda nervous." He muttered softly. "I 'unno what to make."

"Spaghetti! Make the family spaghetti, dipshit!" Richie responded quickly, patting Carmy's back.

Carmy gave Richie a puzzled look for a moment.

Richie rolled his eyes. "Spaghetti is simple, it's good, and y're sharin' somethin' special."

Carmy thought for a moment, then nodded a bit. "Sometimes you're smart, cousin."

┈

The ever anticipated Saturday came too quickly for Carmy, and too slowly for Mandy, both in their eagerness for a real actual date.

Mandy kept mentally scolding herself all week— she should not be actually falling for Carmy... but, who could blame her? The guy was handsome, and he had a dorkish charm about him. Despite the similar appearance, Lip was one of the furthest things from her mind when she was with Carmy.

As she headed to Carmy's apartment, Mandy nervously fiddled with her necklace, her bracelets, smoother out her dress... why was she so nervous? She'd done the whole "date" thing to death. Was it because she actually liked Carmy?

She took a deep breath, then gently knocked on the door of his apartment.

From the other side of the door, Mandy could hear shuffling and Carmy muttering something like "ah shit, son of a bitch—" from the other side. It made her giggle.

He opened the door, greeting her with that awkward yet charming smile. "Um, hey. C'mon in."

Mandy stepped into the apartment, glancing around at the small and... denim covered(?) place. Why the hell did he have so many jeans everywhere?

"I-I know it ain't much—"

"Carmy, need I remind you, south side girl." Mandy laughed softly.

"Right, um, sorry." Carmy laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I made spaghetti, so um, come make yourself comfortable— I don't really have a dining table..."

God, he had such a man apartment. Seriously, what the hell was with all the jeans all over the place?

As Mandy sat on the couch, Carmy brought over two neatly plated things of spaghetti with garlic bread— funny, he wasn't at work, but he was definitely still plating as if he were.

"This looks great, Carm." She smiled softly at him.

"This is the special family recipe, um, Mikey used'ta make it all the time." Carmy muttered softly. "He especially did it when I was a kid and had a rough day at school, cus it was my favourite."

"That's really sweet." Mandy smiled softly. "Whenever I had a bad day at school as a kid, Mickey would just threaten to bring a gun to school the next day."

"Jeesh, your brother sounds, uh, real... intense."

"He means well. It's just the way we grew up, we lived in a really rough part of the south side." Mandy muttered with a little laugh. Finally, she took a bite of spaghetti, and then gasped softly. "Oh my god, this amazing."

Carmy smiled a little. Why did hearing Mandy say his food was good mean more to him than a fucking professional chef saying that? "I'm glad you like it."

"Man, I can't remember the last time I've had a home cooked meal." Mandy muttered softly.

Carmy raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's... kinda long and sad." She muttered, noticing the intrigue in Carmy's eyes.

"I got time."

┈

The night was filled with conversation. Mandy told Carmy bits and pieces about how she grew up, not everything— she couldn't do that, not yet. But she did talk about how she, her brothers, and little sister, Macie, never knew their mom, about her little half sister, Molly. Their dad was an asshole, their neighbourhood was terrible, Lip was sometimes Mandy's escape but he ended up not wanting her around, Mickey got lucky, having Ian around. She and her siblings learned to survive on scraps, frozen or boxed shitty food, fast food, anything they could steal.

Carmy couldn't hardly believe it. Sure, his childhood was rough, it wasn't perfect by any means, but in comparison to everything Mandy told him? God.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out—"

"You didn't." Carmy muttered softly. "Sorry, um... I just... that sounds so... I'm so sorry, Mandy."

His gaze as he looked at her was soft, he'd probably never looked at anybody like that before. Not even Claire. It nearly made Mandy forget the whole reason she was spending this time with Carmy to begin with...

"I almost wished I'd met you earlier..." He muttered softly. "I would've... I dunno, I would've kept ya around..."

Mandy smiled just a little at those words. "You don't know that for sure. Besides, I probably would've terrified you as a teenager."

Carmy laughed a little. "Well, if teen Mandy was anything like the Mandy I know now... yeah, I'm sure I would've been scared... though, maybe I still would've brought you around, piss my mom off or something."

Mandy erupted into a fit of giggles from that. God, if only...

"Well, if teen Carmy was anything like the Carmy I know now, I probably would've been scared... but for a different reason." She laughed, repeating part of what Carmy had said. "Probably because if you'd shown genuine interest in me, I wouldn't know what to do."

Carmy smiled sadly, reaching over and brushing some hair out of her face. "I'm sorry you ever had to feel that way because of anybody else."

They hadn't really realized that the gap between them had slowly gotten smaller— and smaller. Carmy gently cupped Mandy's cheek, almost absentmindedly, his thumb ran along her cheekbone.

"You're really pretty." He mumbled quietly to her. A warmth overtook Carmy's body, maybe it was the close proximity to Mandy, maybe it was his face flushing. Maybe it was the sudden, unbelievably strong urge to kiss her.

┈

The feverish kiss carried on into Carmy's dimly lit bedroom, articles of clothing being discarded and forgotten about alone the way. Carmy practically growled at Mandy's lack of bra.

"God, y're fuckin' beautiful." He murmured, admiring her body in front of him.

Mandy smiled, almost bashfully— sure, she heard that sometimes... but, it felt different coming from Carmy, somehow.

Carmy laid back on his bed, one arm behind his head, smiling at Mandy as he waited for her to join him. As he gazed at her, he noticed the scars all over her thighs— he had a feeling he knew what those might have been from, but he didn't wanna ask. If she wanted to, she'd tell him.

But, he really did think she was beautiful.

She climbed into his bed, straddling his thighs and smirking down at him. "You've got the right idea, huh?"

"I like when a pretty girl rides me, okay? Sue me." Carmy teased with a little grin. Admittedly, being a boob guy, his favourite positions were any where he could watch his girl's tits bounce— he damn near got drunk on that shit.

He was already hard just from looking at her, just from watching the way she moved and hearing her voice. Maybe he was a little pathetic when it came to simping over women.

Mandy spat in her hand, then wrapped it around Carmy's dick and coated him with a mixture of her saliva and his pre. It made his hips twitch, a soft moan falling from his lips.

God, if he was already becoming a mess just from this, what would happen when she actually got down to business?

After she gave him a few more strokes, she positioned herself over him, then slowly sank down, little whimpers and "ah"s escaping her as she was filled by his large cock.

Carmy gripped the bedsheets below him as he felt the warmth of her cunt envelope him, biting his lip. Fuck, she felt good. It almost took every ounce of him not to cum just from that.

Mandy, being a seasoned expert (especially in comparison to Carmy), she took him like a champ. Her hips rocked and bucked, her head tilted back as she moaned out loudly.

"Fuck, Carmy, you feel s'fucking good, mm—" She moaned out while starting to pick up her pace.

Carmy whimpered as Mandy's pace quickened, feeling a familiar heat in his stomach and his cock twitching inside her. "S-Slow down, 'm gonna—"

"Already?" Mandy asked, looking down at Carmy as she started to slow down her movements. "You a fuckin' virgin or something?"

His cheeks turned red at the comment, a bit embarrassed. "N-No, it's just... b-been a while..." He stammered, wondering how pathetic he sounded when he said that. No girl he'd been with before was as intense as Mandy.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." She muttered reassuringly. "Wanna switch positions? Go at your pace?"

"Y-Yeah, okay, o-okay." Carmy nodded.

Mandy climbed off, and rolled over, spreading her thighs so he could slide right back in. As Carmy picked himself up and positioned himself at her core, he internally decided he had to have her there before he even got close. So, right as he pressed his tip at her entrance, his thumb met her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he pushed himself fully in.

"F-Fuck, Carmy!" She moaned out, her back arching. It almost made Carmy get a little cocky— he'd have to show off his true finger skills later.

He deemed himself successful when he felt her walls clenching around his cock, his eyes fluttered a little at the feeling.

"You gonna cum f'me, huh? Y-Yeah, y're gonna cum on my dick?" He panted out, trying to catch his breath to stop himself from just finishing inside her first.

Mandy cried out loudly as her hips arched, cumming around his cock. That pushed Carmy over the edge, ropes of his hot seed landing on her thighs as he pulled out.

Carmy crashed against the mattress beside her, both of them panting. Internally, Carmy was proud of himself for having her done first... even if he came immediately after, but that was besides the point.

After his moment of internal celebration, Carmy put his arms around Mandy, pulling her close to his chest.

"That was really nice... hopefully next time I can go a little longer." He joked.

Mandy giggled softly, looking up at Carmy as she cuddled into him. "It's okay... I thought it was kinda cute."

He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

As they cuddled, and Carmy fell asleep, Mandy was left for her thoughts for a moment. Everything felt different, he felt different...

Maybe it was time Richie stop paying her.

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If I had this man his credit would be shot because the amt of noise violations we would have he may as well buy a house in the fucking countryside.

SHAKING with the most diabolical Carmy d-word thoughts rn. Literally feel like that gif of Shrek smirking.

Like, I've been thinking that they have one of those closets with the mirror attached and he's sitting on the side of the bed with her on top of his knee. His arm is around her waist while his thumb is idly petting there, all slow and soothing. He'd plant a kiss to her shoulder and mumble something like, "Look at how pretty, baby—Daddy's girl," into her skin as he's admiring their reflection.

I also think he knows she would be super embarrassed to look at herself while he's playing with her and he would be a total dick about it just because he likes fucking with her. Like, he'd take his other hand under her jaw and redirect her focus to the mirror. He'd speak softly like, "See how Daddy's fingers slide right in? M'little girl's all wet for me."

Anyway. 🚬

Yes yes yes yes.

Carmy has you completely naked, sitting on his knee in front of the mirror. He dragged a chair from the kitchen into the bed room so he could get you really close to the mirror. He’s still fully clothed, a stark contrast to your bare skin.

Carmy’s chin rests on your shoulder, letting him make eye contact with you through the reflection. One of his arms firmly wraps around your waist to hold you to his body. His other hand grabs at your knee, pulling your legs apart. He goes back to idly rubbing at the skin of your bare thigh soon after spreading your legs.

His blue eyes shift down to your center, focusing on the wetness threatening to drip down your thighs. “S’pretty,” he sighs into your skin after another kiss to your shoulder. “You know that, right?” He looks right at you again, expecting an answer.

“Carm—don’t wanna be teased.”

“I’m not teasing, baby. Just reminding you of how pretty you are. Such a pretty girl for daddy.” Your hips jolt in his grip.

“Please, Carmy—“ Your head falls back onto his shoulder, not able to take the eye contact anymore. Carmy bites down on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Hey. You know better than that. Wanna try again?” he says lowly. His hand travels up your thigh, closer to where you need him, but still too far away.

Flush rushes to your cheeks; your skin feels like it’s on fire under his gaze. “Daddy—need you so bad. Please touch me.”

“Poor baby. Just need me to touch you? I can do that—I want you to watch the reflection really close for me, though. Okay?”

Before you can respond, Carmy slips two fingers into you without any hesitation. “Fuck!” you whine. Your eyes flutter closed in response to the pleasure. His fingers always hit the perfect spot inside of you.

The hand around your waist travels up your body your grab your jaw, forcing you to look at how his fingers thrust into your cunt. “Look at how easy daddy’s fingers slide in—my baby girl’s fucking dripping.” His mouth is right up against your ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine.

“T-thank you, daddy,” you manage to say through moans. “Always so good to me—love you so much.” His fingers curl up to press against the walls of your cunt. His arm is the only thing keeping you from falling off of his knee.

“I love you more than anything, pretty girl,” Carmy mumbles into the skin of your neck before kissing the back of your head, then your cheek. “Think you can take another for me?”

“Mhm—I can.” You spread your legs wider in anticipation. Carmy’s gentle as he pushes three fingers into you. A small wince leaves your mouth. His fingers stretch you out wider than you expected.

“Shh—daddy’s gotcha. You’re taking it like such a good girl,” Carmy coos to soothe you. For once, his eyes are not locked with yours through the mirror. Instead, he’s watching your center. It’s when you look down yourself that you understand why. The reflection gives him the perfect view to see what he’s doing to you. He can’t take his eyes away from it.

He teases you for what feels like hours in front of the mirror. You’ve soaked Carmy’s jeans, leaving behind a prominent wet spot below where you’re sitting on his thigh. Carmy’s not better off. He’s been hard against your ass ever since you sat down.

You whimper in relief when Carmen helps you stand up for a moment so he can shove his jeans and underwear down. He doesn’t bother kicking the fabric off, keeping them just low enough for his cock to be out. He has two hands on your waist to hold you up over his cock. He finally speaks with a raspy voice. “Can you put it in for me, baby?”

You nod, reaching down to grasp his thick length below you. Your fingers barely meet each other around him. Within moments, he’s lined up with your entrance, and you’re sinking down onto his cock. You both gasp when the tip plunges inside of you. Carmen controls your speed with his hands, not letting you take too much too fast. He’s practically panting when he bottoms out.

“Fuck—look at you. Look how pretty you are sitting on my cock.” He removes a hand from your waist, moving it to between your legs. He narrowly avoids your clit, and spreads your folds. He groans at the sight of your dripping cunt stretched around him.

“Daddy—“ you whimper. “Need you to fuck me. Wanna cum so bad, please.” Your begging voice always breaks Carmy down. Without warning, he begins a brutal pace, thrusting his hips up into you. He’s removed his hand from your center, now using both of his arms to keep you in place on his lap.

“Are you close?” Carmy pants. The way your ass grinded into his hard-on brought him close to a peak already.

“Mhm—please, please, please.”

“Please what? Gotta be a good girl and tell daddy what you want,” he rasps.

“Want—wanna cum—want you to cum in me, please—“ you babble. Carmy’s not one to deny your request. His hand travels down to circle your swollen, neglected bud. The stimulation sends you over the edge, legs shaking as you orgasm. Your whines are a mix of his name, and ‘daddy’ over and over again as the waves of pleasure flow through you.

Your cunt spasms around Carmy’s cock, and he’s following right behind you. He groans into your neck as he spills deep inside of you, continuing to fuck his cum into you as he orgasms.

It takes a good few minutes for the both of you to come back down from the high. Carmy knows by this point you usually are too blissed out to say much, so he wordlessly carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter.

He quickly cleans you up and dresses you in some of his clothes before tucking you into bed right next to him. You curl up into his chest and fall asleep, sated and happy.

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𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝐬𝐭: 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝐧𝐝: 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝐫𝐝: 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝐭𝐡: 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝐭𝐡: 𝐂𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝐭𝐡: 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝐭𝐡: 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝐭𝐡: 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝐭𝐡: 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡: 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡: 𝐎𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡: 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡: 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓𝐭𝐡: 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕𝐭𝐡: 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡: 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝐭𝐡: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡: 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝: 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑𝐫𝐝: 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒𝐭𝐡: 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡: 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦. - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔𝐭𝐡 - 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡 - 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 - 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭!𝐃𝐨𝐦; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟗𝐭𝐡 - 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐱; 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎𝐭𝐡 - 𝐖𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟏𝐬𝐭 - 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞; 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨

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Worm is executing a hit on me today

Hello! Love your blog and all your work <3

Could I request Dom Richie and reader who have been in a established relationship, and during sex Richie goes harder than usual and she drops to subspace and calls him Daddy in bed for the first time and how he reacts?

Thank you!!!

a/n: i got the damn older man brain worms rn if you can’t tell HAHAHA sorry this was rotting in my inbox. </3 -🪱

cws: SMUT BTC! 18+. d-word. rough play. mentions of an age gap.

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“yea’? yea’? righ’there? take it.”

richie scoffs, the rattling of his chain and the sounds of skin on skin filling the room. the evidence of her arousal making a mess on both their thighs.

she’s on all fours on the bed. head fallen and smushed into the mattress as she cries out. getting her back blown out was a daily occurrence, since she’d started living with the older man.

“fuck! please, please. richie. richie, oh! daddy — fuck me. please.” she cries out breathlessly. having came four times already, it was safe to say her brain was thoroughly rotten through.

it ignites a fire in his gut. balls tightening and threatening to spill over as he grabs a fistful of her hair. forcing her to look up into his eyes. the usual light blue tone blown out — succumbed to black darkness.

“daddy? you like that, huh? like daddy’s cock?” he smiles down at her flushed face. tears pricking in the corner of her eyes from being thoroughly filled. about to respond when he curves a particular thrust up into her cervix. making any words she was about to reply with disappear from head in an instant.

“goin’ dumb f’it? theeeere we go. good girl. daddy’s good girl.” he coos, hand wrapping around to thumb at her clit.

set on making her come again, and again.

[thecapricunt1616]

CODE BLUE CODE BLUE CAPRI IS CODING

You put these thoughts in my head. You. Put. Them. There.

Edging Kerry. Give it your all filthy little worm I want to be SWEATING by the end of this.

a/n: hi :) -🪱

cws: SMUT BTC! 18+. hj. edging. sub!kerry.

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“please doll, shit. fuckin’…a-ah.”

kerry whimpers as she worships his thighs with her lips, soft hand wrapped around his cock. the head of him leaking and aching for attention.

she’d been drawing this out for around an hour now. there was something so erotic about her big, toned boyfriend all weak in the knees.

just about there. but not quite.

“shhh…ker. just a little more.” she coos into his skin, licking at his inner thigh as her fist tightens around the angry, red tip of him. swiping her thumb across the slit — making him mewl out again. head thrown back and curls stuck to his forehead from the perspiration.

“please, darlin’. i c-can’t.” he writhes, hands fisting the top sheet as his thighs twitch in the same succession as his dick. wide and thick, barely fitting in her hand. let alone her mouth.

“you poor thing. you wanna come?” she mocks, the glint in her eye devilish as she watches kerry gulp down the last of his pride.

“yea, yea. please. i-i’ve been so good ‘bout it. dont’cha think, doll?”

his voice is so sweet, laced with his southern charm, she couldn’t find it in her to say no for the fifth time.

“m’kay ker. jus’ this once. come f’me. be a good boy.”

so he does. hiding his wail into his palm, biting at the skin as seed shoots out — decorating his stomach. coming in hot, white spurts. over, and over.

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𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝐬𝐭 - 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝐧𝐝 - 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝐫𝐝 - 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝟏 𝐁𝐞𝐝 ; 𝐒𝐲𝐝𝐱𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝐭𝐡 - 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ; 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝐭𝐡 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 ; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝐭𝐡 - 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝐭𝐡 - 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝐭𝐡 - 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝐭𝐡 - 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 - 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 - 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 - 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤 ; 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡 - 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; 𝐊𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡 - 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 ; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓𝐭𝐡 - 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡 - 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝; 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕𝐭𝐡 - 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩 ; 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡 - 𝐃𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚; 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝐭𝐡 - 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡 - 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭 - 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 ; 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 - 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑𝐫𝐝 - 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒𝐭𝐡 - 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 ; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 - 𝐎𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 ; 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔𝐭𝐡 - 𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐊𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐱𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡 - 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 ; 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 - 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐞 ; 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟗𝐭𝐡 - 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ; 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎𝐭𝐡 - 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ; 𝐋𝐢𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟏𝐬𝐭 - 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 ; 𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[thecapricunt1616]

Ive had this saved in my phone since April

[thecapricunt1616]

[thecapricunt1616]

LIPBREEDINGKINK

LIPBREEDINGKINK

LIPBREEDINGKINK

LIPBREEDINGKINK

LIPBREEDINGKINK

had an idea like…way in the future of this single mom au, where you and lip have a kid along with your first daughter. so when father’s day rolls around, you and your kids go all out. it’s a very sweet day and it lowkey makes lip sentimental but regardless we are here for the porn😋

you ride him nice and slow until neither of you can take it, his big hands helping you bounce on him, and lip’s trying to dominate, praise you, until you start speaking. talking about how handsome he is, how he’s such a good dad and a good husband. you keep going until you mutter ‘wanna feel it, lip, please cum. wanna make you a fuckin’ daddy again’

and it’s the hardest and fastest lip has ever cum, cursing so loud that you worry you’ll wake the kids, hands clutching at your hips to hold you down as he fills you to the brim.

when he finally calms down, he’s chuckling, flipping you over and pining you down. ‘that my father’s day gift? gonna let me cum inside this pretty pussy all i want?’ he looks down, seeing his cum already leaking out of you, smeared on his cock and dripping down the curve of your ass. ‘shit, you’re so fuckin’ good t’me. better brace yourself, i’m not stoppin’ till it takes’ 🌟

whatificriedwhatificriedwhatificried—you're killing me 😭😭

stomach is doing flips right now thinking about having a little family with lip. your kids making him cards full of glitter and glue and cut up paper hearts on father's day ))))): his soft tone, the thank yous, the hugs enveloping both of your children at once. these kids would absolutely be hanging off him whenever possible while he tries to wave off the warm feeling in his chest that spreads down the expanse of his torso. affection. connection. solace.

we are here for the lip tidbits! the love, the angst, the intimacy!!! let me have all of it... and lemme follow that train of thought.

the nice and slow ride... the dips, the pulls, the stutter in lip's hips for more, but you remind him to relax. desperation building alongside something that has consumed him, something he willingly followed without realizing, something bubbling inside him that you've caused for so long and he can't possibly understand how fuzzy it makes him.

he talks through it. babbles because he cannot for the life of him think when your cunt is squeezing him so tightly and you insist on this slow pace driving him insane.

he tells you how good you are for him, how he loves how much you soak him, gets caught up watching you slink down on his cock as he groans and proclaims that you must've been made to take it from him, all his, his favorite girl.

but then you're talking back. making him feel like mush. commenting on how pretty his eyes are, how you love pulling his hair, his tattoo you smother with kisses, how he saved you, your husband who deserves love, the father of your baby, who stepped up when your first daughter didn't have a figure like that in her life. your praises melt him. sear him even.

of course he busts his fucking load when you beg him to give you another child. of course you'll make him a daddy again. of course he'll fuck his cum deeper after seeing the creamy substance dribble down your ass, promising he won't stop until he's positive he's going to get you all round again. of course he takes over and looks forward to the next year for father's day, picturing you with your two angels, and a third he'll be giving you tonight.

[thecapricunt1616]

HFBSAJWIKWFNJSSN SOMEONE ARREST HER SHE CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS

a lip thought for u my dear 🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️

i’ve talked ab this with olive before but. lip not realizing how much he loves cuddling until being with you,, laying with him nightly and rubbing your fingers over his stomach, at first he thinks you’re trying to start something but when he tries to flip you over you’re all “woah, hey, thought it was bedtime” and he’s just. “oh. uh, sorry i thought-“ and gets all flushed cause he’s not used to a girl who likes to lay with him and just be.

bonus points,, once it’s been going on for a while he’ll start to get grouchy if he doesn’t get his nightly cuddles in. maybe you’re up late doing schoolwork or a personal project or something, and he’s just grumbling and whatnot. you don’t think he even knows why he’s irritable, but you know the reason, and you find it endearing.

i just love him so much 🧍🏼‍♀️

my fucking heart ))))):

he's been in countless situations like this before. lying down beside the opposite sex, temptation written all over a warm body, beckoning him in for more and more.

so when you first have him like this, tucked into his side, head on his chest, your hand lingering under his shirt, he assumes you want sex. you're touching him all nice, smell so good, scattering soft kisses here and there, so he concludes to himself that he needs to put out. his arousal stirs, attempting to move you onto your back, his mouth mushing onto yours.

"hey, hey, we're not sleeping?" you mumble, fluttering lashes at him that confuse the hell out of his head.

"uh-... thought you wanted me to..." his voice trails off. you're not giving him the usual bedroom eyes. your gaze is gentle. his ears turn red, something stupidly warm inside caressing his ribcage.

"as much as i enjoy that," you begin with a small smile, "i'm fine lying here with you. c'mere."

lip's bewildered as he falls back into the mattress, an arm slinging back around your frame. you play it up. one of your legs even comes up to hook around his hips.

preconceived notions inform him he must be doing something wrong if he's this close to his girl in bed and not getting laid tonight, but he relaxes rather easily. your hand drifting back and forth on his chest and abdomen ease his worries, the weight of you in his arms expelling deep tension, and he's so comfortable. it's the best sleep of his life once he dozes off, not before he delivers an appreciative kiss to your forehead.

he gets addicted to the feeling after that. he looks forward to resting with you in bed especially when his days are filled with the usual bullshit he'll complain to you about later in a soft and drowsy voice as you hold one another and share lingering kisses. he definitely acts up whenever you're busy and up late, unable to bask in the nightly ritual.

"done yet?"

"no, lip."

and he groans in exasperation. he comes closer to where you are at your desk. his chin tucks onto your shoulder, nose brushing your neck.

"hurry up. gettin' cold over here."

you refrain from laughing. he could very well use the blankets if he's "cold," but you both know what he's really asking for without having to say it.

[thecapricunt1616]

LUCAAAAAAAAAAAA LUCA SAVE MEEEE 😭😭😭😭

Please I have to share an idea- Luca being a big tall man who is ridiculous hot but also a bit of a dork (when he was talking to that other chef 💀😭) has me absolutely feral. Maybe she has a bad previous dates and is sceptical of this handsome guy thinking he’d be an ass but he would show her how perfect boyfriend he is 😍

you meet luca through carmen. your experience with cooking staff thus far led you to believe they all had these compulsive streaks. egos and motivations that didn't signal to you they'd be the best partners. it's not out of any kind of grudge you hold towards others. however, seeing carmen's recently failed relationship and the tumultuous nature of the bear in general, your doubts aren't without valid reason.

you don't consider yourself perfect in the dating realm, either. your success with men has been... others would kindly describe it as unlucky, but you would describe it as embarrassing. dates that go on too long, men who talk and talk and talk, who don't allow you a word in, who expect you to pay and put out in the same night. you're fine paying for your meals, fine even being the listener of a relationship, but it's ridiculous how much you're willing to let slide in your standards, only for these men consecutively failing to meet the bare minimum.

you're on a break from dating when you're introduced to luca. his warm hand lingers, but not for too long, when it sits in yours. his smile is charming, the nod of his head polite as he asks you about your background, small talk easily engaged in because you're not immune to the lull of his cyan eyes, the soft thrum of his accent, and how he spends extra time at your side rather than the other more important people floating about. you share contact details at the end of the night, reluctant to leave, but your responsibilities are calling.

it surprises you when luca winds up calling you two days later (he had to give it a day, at least). your first date in over a year gets planned over that call. you hesitate for it as his voice carries through the line. it would fucking suck if you fell out with someone like this, but the temptation builds far too much, and your curiosity for more gets the better of you. he's tall. he's handsome. he's respectful. you feel like you'd be stupid not to accept his invitation.

he exceeds your expectations. in typical fashion, he takes you to a restaurant a normal person would take months to gain a reservation at, marveling over how lovely you look. he compliments you, greets you with a kiss to your knuckles, adjusts his coat jacket like... like...

like he's nervous.

"is it to your standard? picking up on the oak notes?" he asks shyly, his gaze on the lipstick stain on the rim of your wine glass. you have to assure him of your fondness of the flavor because he gets so close to ordering another bottle to ensure it's to your preference.

luca isn't like other men. he thoughtfully chooses his questions. there's a slight fumble in his words as he carries the conversation, but it never feels awkward. it feels easy to talk to him, and the more than you do, the more you realize how much of a dork he really is. and it's the sweetest fucking thing. it attracts you in further, the promise of another date on the horizon after he picks up the check, insists on it since he's the one who asked you on this excursion, he's the one who had the privilege of wining and dining with you, so it's his responsibility.

curiously, in the following dates you ask him on, he still doesn't allow you to pick your money up. more excuses. a gentleman through and through who opens your doors, his hand resting on the small of your back as the two of you take walks, always so genuinely invested in how your day went even if nothing really happened during it, staying and encouraging you to talk about your emotions when you're overwhelmed without pressuring you, cooking you dinner, and wanting you to be the first to taste desserts he's experimenting with.

he's a steady guidance. he yaps and yaps when the right topic is at hand, muttering soft apologies when he's gone on longer than twenty minutes speaking on a chef you don't know and will probably never meet. but you care too much to be bothered. you like how his eyes light up. you like how his hands move when he speaks. you like how luca is imperfect, aware of it, but he's yours. he's a walking contradiction, but purely boyfriend material, and you are so glad you gave him the chance. all those unlucky dates of the past no longer matter.

they carved the path to luca, and you're grateful for it every day.

[thecapricunt1616]

So what if I died. What if I died? What then.

Carmy thoughts you say?

Ugh I just know he loves cuddles. Like getting head scratches and snuggling into you skin :((

carmen's home is wherever he is in your arms. after grueling days at the restaurant, he wants nothing more than to crawl into your arms, engulf you in his, turn his brain off for a while, and savor the feeling of how warm you feel agsinst him. it's one of his favorite ways to spend his free time. he never thought human connection, something as simple as a clinging embrace as he lies back, would feel this good.

you're in bed by the time he comes home at 2 in the morning. the light from the hall pours into the room as he opens the door, his feet dragging on his way towards the mattress.

"carmy?" you ask groggily, beginning to sit up as you recognize his silhouette, the sigh of exasperation once his knees hit the edge of the bed.

"no, baby, don't get up," he says in a whisper, his hands separating your thighs as he crawls beneath the blankets.

you resettle and lie back, carmen situating himself on top of you, his head falling into your chest. you frown knowing work stressed him out this badly, more common now that his restaurant is eating his sanity away. he shuts his eyes, his arms surrounding your torso, tucking you as closely as possible to him.

"your arms are gonna fall asleep like this." you warn him. you don't mind being smothered by him a little, but carmen's well being is always in the back of your mind.

"don't care. m'so comfortable," he mumbles, voice partially muffled as his head buries further into your cleavage, part of his mouth mushing into your skin.

since he doesn't mind, you gradually relax. your hand disappears into his messy curls, bypassing the tangles located there in order to massage your fingertips into his scalp. he inhales deeply in that instance, a pleased noise vibrating against you, the breath out of him surrendering more of his weight onto you. he resecures his hold, listening to your heartbeat.

"g'night, baby." carmen's voice is tenderly soft. he falls asleep before you do. he always does when your hand is petting his hair like this.

there's not necessarily a permanent cure for anxiety, nor his recurring insomnia, but your body silences it all. his worries ease when he's this close. and he'll talk to you about his day in the morning when you wake just like this.