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soft spot (for you)

content warnings ✧ 18+ mdni ﾉ f!reader, sexually explicit content, fluff and smut, soft!carmy, established relationship, reader wears a nightgown, fingering, bathtub sex, unprotected p in v — 2.0k words

juno's note ✧ hardly proofread i fear + needed to get this out of my drafts </3 likes & reblogs greatly appreciated! loosely inspired by soft spot - keshi ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)/ ༉‧₊˚.

Carmen never considered himself a doting lover. 

To everyone, including himself, Carmen was well… Carmen: the bear—detached, hard-headed, and egregiously critical of everyone asnd everything around him. 

For months leading into years, Carmen desperately tried convincing himself that he didn’t need intimacy and that relationships were merely means to an end—a distraction from his magnum opus: running the restaurant; getting a star.

Feelings were sticky, communication was too. Reduce, he’d remind himself. 

But, if you were to tell Carmen where he was now—fresh out of a grueling shift, reeking of onions, with strained vocal chords and heavy eyes, standing in between your parted legs on the kitchen counter—he wouldn’t believe you for a second.

Despite growing accustomed to his own company, he was still—for a lack of a better word—touch-starved. 

It’s rare, fleeting moments like these—whether before work or around the house—where Carmen would do anything to feel your touch; a slow dance, a leisurely walk out, or a few more minutes in bed be damned. 

And right now, he needed you more than ever. 

“How was your day?” You asked softly, cupping his face and brushing your thumb on the rough plane of his cheek.

“Nothin’ I should concern you with.” Carmen grumbled, his tattooed hands resting comfortably on either side of your waist. “Just the same old… nothin’ new.” 

That was the response you usually expected, but it was strange to see him this clingy tonight—soft.

“Look… sorry I’ve been home late the last couple of weeks. Long day. ’Know you missed me.” Carmen frowned, nuzzling into the silky fabric of your nightgown. “Shifts have been tight and all, ‘promise I’ll take this Sunday off.”

“Sure?” You took his chin in between your fingers, tilting it so he met your gaze. 

“‘Least I could do.” His tired blue irises peered up at you, he leaned into your palm. “I…I also gotta apologize, since you know…”

“...Since y’know… it’s been a while since… we did it.” Carmen spoke shyly, a flush creeping up his collar. “I know you want it.”

“We don’t have to do it right now, Carm.” You reassured, wiping the beaded sweat that formed on his brow. “You need rest.” 

“But I feel really fuckin’ guilty and all…and, I know you want this.” 

You knew better than to let Carmen exert himself again, but his offer and neediness was too tempting to resist. He wasn’t any better off either, eagerly grabbing your ankles and locking them around his waist, peeling you off the counter and carrying you both to the bathroom with ease.

“Yeah…?” You grinned. “Now?”

“Mhm… now, please.” He mumbled sleepily, propping you up on the bathroom counter. “Need you.”

Carmen glided his hands under your slip and hooked his fingers under your lace panties, sluggishly sliding the garment down your legs and carelessly throwing it aside. His tired lips found the juncture where your neck met your jaw, sloping his hot mouth down to your shoulder, biting and tugging on the flimsy spaghetti straps of your gown. 

“Fuckin’ beautiful.” Carmen leered at the sight of your bare body exposing inch-by-inch, your curves highlighted by the dim light that hung above your mirror. “Get in the tub, I’ll follow.” 

You knelt on the cool ceramic, turning on the faucet and letting the tepid water stream down your body, drizzling in some liquid soap. From your peripheral, Carmen stripped sloppily, his top and stained trousers falling onto the tiled floor with a dull thud before he sauntered back to you. 

You crawled onto his lap the moment he hopped into the tub, your back pressing against the golden-brown dustings of hair on his broad chest as the soapy water surrounded you in a tender embrace.

Carmen kissed the top of your head, a thick arm wrapping possessively around your waist and pulling you closer.  

“… J’st what I needed.” His hand trailed down your lower belly, eventually tracing the honeyed apex of your thighs. “Open wider f’me.” He coaxed. 

Your legs wantonly bent and peeled open, spreading as far as the sides of the tub would allow. Despite being submerged, you still felt yourself growing impossibly wet. Carmen hummed, skimming the calloused tips of his fingers over your fleshy heat as a pleasured sigh escaped your lips. 

“That good, baby?” Carmen’s voice vibrated lowly on your skin, his dextrous thumb finding your clit and languidly circling the sweet bundle of nerves, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure down your spine. 

“Oh—Yes, Carm…” You exhale, your nails digging into the slippery edge of the tub, desperately seeking purchase as you lurched forward, your hips grinding needily against his hand.

“Mmh… Good, s’needy. C’mere.”

Your head craned back to rest on Carmen’s shoulder, and his lips met yours feverishly, tongues intertwining and teeth grazing against gums. Despite the weight of exhaustion that shadowed his eyes and the fatigue etched into every line of his face, his devotion never wavered.

With a keening cry, you broke your kiss the moment you felt two of his fingers plunge messily into the wet cavern of your sex. Sinking and swirling his digits as deep as they would go before budging both of you further into the rippling water.

The new position allowed you to hook your ankles on either side of the bathtub, spreading you wider and giving Carmen’s skillful fingers more room to work you open. 

“Bear, I—” You choked out, the last syllable tapering off into a moan as your mouth parted into a perfect ‘O’. “Jesus, Carm—!” 

“Feel that?” Carmen curled his ring and middle, effortlessly finding the gummy patch within your silky heat that made you squeal. You nodded. 

“Atta girl.” Carmen praised, his thumb never ceasing on your clit as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you with relentless fervor, each thrust bringing you closer to your high. “C’mon, come for me, come for Carmy.”

Your body falls limp in his corded arms the moment you unravel, your velvety walls seizing around his fingers as your orgasm washes over you in white-hot waves of bliss; sending your back arching sharply, toes curling, and pulling a breathless howl of Carmen’s name from your lips. 

You slumped back against him once your high passed, only barely registering consciousness the moment he withdrew his fingers out of your slick, bringing them to his mouth. “S’pretty when you cum.” 

Your bodies were desperate for sleep, but that didn’t stop you, or Carmen, from spinning you around so that you straddled him, merely hovering an inch over his ache. 

“Missed you—please.” Your teeth chewed down on your lower lip as you threw your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. “‘Need more.”

“Missed y’too—” Carmen groaned, your pleading words only serving to his arousal. He lined himself up with your entrance, his fingers curling around your hips and steadily lowering you down. Closer, and closer until—

You gasp out—the sound shrill and sudden in the intimate stillness of the bathroom—the sopping flaps of your labia tear open as you take him in, sinking down deliciously on his hard shaft. 

“I gotcha—Ah—Comfortable?”

You confirmed with an eager nod, the brimming feeling rendering you speechless as Carmen guided you down until his girthy base was fully sheathed inside of your drooling hole, your hands scrambling to his shoulders for support.

“Good fuckin’ girl—takin’ me like a champ.” Carmen muttered, his eyes squeezing shut as he began to maneuver you gently, palms steering your hips. “Knock y’self out—”  

You mewled at Carmen’s insistence and the sweet way he stretched you out perfectly—feeling every vein, twitch and throb embed deep in your creamy walls.

Once adjusted, you tentatively rolled your hips forward on his lap to match his wanton jerks, starting off slow but gradually picking up speed. His primal moans and cloying praise spurring you on. 

The water sloshed around you as you shifted hastily, your breathing coming out in harsh puffs against his face, hauling him in even deeper. Carmen’s large hands flexed around your soggy backside, squeezing the meaty flesh and steadying your thrusts.

“We should do this m’often.” You suggested, cruising on a delectable pace that made your wet juices squelch and squeeze around him. 

“Yeah… of course, S—Sunday would work.” 

“Mmh—Is that right?” 

“Told ya earlier.” Carmen grunted, pressing you down in an angle that made you see stars. “I–I could, y’know—Ah—cook you y’favourite dinner, grab some nice wine from the restaurant… how does that sound, baby?”

“Oh, fuck—yes please.” You mused blissfully, your gaze flitting down to where you were connected, the erotic sight of his cock—that now had a gooey ring of white—bobbing in and out of you, making you convulse. “That’d be really, really nice.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, been a while y’know?”

“Good—Lemme see your pretty face when y’ride me—” Carmen cooed, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear, revealing the way your face contorted in pleasure: eyes rolled to the back of your head and shiny webs of saliva dripping down your pathetically slack lips. 

“That’s my girl—Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” 

You moaned sultrily, moving in tandem so that the swollen head of his cock massaged your tenderized canal, hitting your G-spot with a calculated precision. 

“You’re so, so pretty yourself, Carm—” You tripped your trembling fingers along his jaw until they carded through the sweaty curls on the back of his skull, yanking on the strands as his pelvis bucked faster against you.

“I love you.”

Those three words—once foreign to Carmen—was all it took for you to pounce back.

“I love you too.” You cried out, rocking yourself harder against him, your moist breasts jiggling with every wet bounce on his cock as an onslaught of soapy water splashed out of the tub, ricocheting on the tiled floor. 

You capture Carmen’s lips once more; his agile tongue sweeping into your mouth with a deft flick of his jaw as your nails dug half moons on his slippery skin, clawing helplessly on the rippling gold chain that hung around his neck. 

“Carmy—Carm, M’so—Fuckin’ close—”

“C’mon then, cum f’me again, baby—” Carmen encouraged, his hands tightening on your ribs. “Fuck y’self on my cock, that’s it—Ridin’ me so fuckin’ good—”

With a final, sloppy upward thrust, pleasure raptures through you beautifully; knocking your breath clean from your lungs, cramping your limbs, and sending off sparks reverberating through all your nerve endings. 

Despite not being your roughest session, your second orgasm deemed otherwise; it’s powerful, visceral, the strongest one in a while—a steamy testament to Carmen’s unwavering affection as you hold him close to you, catching your breath, and babbling incoherent sweet nothings.

Carmen succumbs to his own climax with a strangled groan shortly after, his body tenses and then he’s coming undone; his bulbous cockhead sputtering lusciously in you and coating your cervix in thick ropes of his balmy cum that makes you grin in contentment. 

“Oh—Carm…” You wheezed, your head falling loosely to the crook of his neck, breathing in his musky sweat and the lingering umami scent of the restaurant—a dire indicator for a proper bath, snapping you out of your momentary haze. 

The water was still warm and bubbly, but far from clean. 

But there, Carmen flooding your overstimulated cunt with all his syrupy release; sprawled out and absolutely spent, pruny legs twisted in a pretzel and thundering heartbeats slowing in unison—only keeps you tethered to the tub. 

“Thank you for this...” You yawned, pecking the bridge of his nose. “You really didn’t have to, ‘could’ve just waited—”

“Don’t stress it.” Carmen smiled crookedly, pressing sleepy kisses on your collarbone, lazily trailing his lips to the valley of your breasts. “Y’good?”

“I am, yeah… but, we should actually get cleaned now.” 

“M’tired…” 

“C’mon, Carm.” 

Before you could scold him, Carmen was already dozing off on your shoulder, eyes droopy and his breathing soft against your damp neck. “Love ya.”

With a reluctant sigh, you cradle him tenderly in silent acquiescence; it’s not everyday you see him like this, often coming home too late. 

Soak it in, literally. 

“Love you too, bear.”

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i’ve never watched outer range but every time i listen to made in japan by buck owens i think of rhett abbott

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OHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDD

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now while i don’t think frank castle would have a daddy kink bc he would get the horrors of his daughter …… i giggle when i think about it like yeahhh that’s daddy huh!

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frank castle obsession has gotten so bad i had a dream about him being a dad no no no

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smashed the pastry chef. the stereotype about chef’s are true. expect the bear smut this week.

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if i post a luca from the bear smut on monday it's because i got cracked by this sexy pastry chef sunday night everyone please send your prayers i need this

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I had the idea for if John's son's daycare puts on a little carnival/fair as a fundraiser, and the parents volunteer to help out. So John agrees to do the dunking booth to help raise money.

And naturally, all the bolts show up. Because there's no way they're gonna miss a chance to dunk John over and over.

Yelena never misses. Every time she's up to pitch, John knows he's getting dunked.

Bucky, Bob, and Alexei have to make sure to hold back their strength in their pitches, so they don't break the machine lmao

Sam joins too, because of course he also wants a shot at dunking John lol. John is at first relieved for a break from the supersoldiers, but it turns out Sam's got a damn good pitch too.

Ava is the worst at it, which drives her nuts. Eventually she phases real quick to just press the button and phase back before getting caught. "You cheated!" "Did not!"

The kids at the fair are loving getting to watch all the superheros play the game. They don't even care that they don't get a chance to lol, they're too in awe of the new avengers at their school.

The bolts all encourage Olivia to give it a try too when she has a break from volunteering. Bucky holds onto their son for her and they all give advice and cheer when Olivia gets it on the fourth attempt. Even John had been encouraging her and giving pitching tips from the booth.

Bucky has John's son try throwing a pitch, but ends up just carrying him over to the button so he can dunk his dad. 🥹 They all cheer again and his son is giddy about it.

Bucky (or your bolt of choice depending on who you ship) gets the added perk of seeing John in a wet t-shirt all day 😏

Despite getting dunked in water about a thousand times, it's one of John's favorite days ever, surrounded by all his loved ones 🥹

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with nfl season coming back (i have to think about it way too much at my job for someone that does not give a gaf) i DO like thinking about how much john walker LOVES it. like, no. 1 football fan. no one else cares, maybe alexei would care and get into it with him, but no one else does. except the team notices that john watches it alone and yelena is the one to be like "he looks miserable" (he is not he's used to watching football alone) and her empathy that she hates is making her feel kind of bad. bob tells her that people do watch parties on sunday night football, so sunday night rolls around and they all shuffle into the living room and john ?????? and yelena "we're going to watch the stupid game with you" and he "uh ..... kay?" and it results in everyone getting way too into it.

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John is that kind of boyfriend who says "what the fuck are you watching? you really like this shit?" and then stands in the middle of the living room staring at the TV invested asf

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hi queens kings and royal majesties. i've been in a weird space lately so i haven't actually written anything. been weird bc situationship (the one that inspired the john walker x bimbo fic <3) put some HANDS on me. so i haven't been in a space to write stuff and also i go to work 9-5 and go to pilates and that is literally it. regardless, miss y'all and miss writing. i feel better today! so i'm sure i'll be back to posting fics and blurbs soon. just wanted to let y'all know i am alive.

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just rewatched fantastic four i fell for the joseph quinn propaganda

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hi queens kings and royal majesties. i've been in a weird space lately so i haven't actually written anything. been weird bc situationship (the one that inspired the john walker x bimbo fic <3) put some HANDS on me. so i haven't been in a space to write stuff and also i go to work 9-5 and go to pilates and that is literally it. regardless, miss y'all and miss writing. i feel better today! so i'm sure i'll be back to posting fics and blurbs soon. just wanted to let y'all know i am alive.

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joseph quinn you are released from the prison that was eddie munson i forgive you of your crimes

He's the best Johnny Storm for me and no one can change my mind

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kelly. she/her/hers. twenty-three. lover of movies &. sexy people.

this blog is primarily going to be about marvel : whether that be the thunderbolts or past characters. i have not seen majority of the things in between the recent spiderman and thunderbolts. other current hyperfixations of mine include : top gun, sinners, any lewis pullman things, clark kent and many others. you'd know if i mention it.

this blog is primarily going to be smut based, but i write whatever comes to mind.

asks and requests are always open, those are things i would get around to when the time comes. i work a 9-5 and go out frequently on the weekends ( resident party girl ), but there is always time to answer asks or blurbs that won't take long.

a future masterlist will be posted when more stuff comes to actually fill out it. any recent full-length works of mine will be pinned at the top of my blog until a full masterlist is posted.

if you have any freak behavior asks or thoughts, PLEASE send them my way. i love to talk about any of the above-mentioned. i literally have no limits to what i would write / yap about, so never fear with me. make it depraved and sick or angsty and sweet. thank you divas

asks / requests / anons send here !

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hi divas. i'm alive, had some work stuff going on last week and was also pretty lazy this weekend. but i finished watching the bear, so . . . maybe send asks about the bear. perferably about carmy or richie or michael or luca (the baddies)