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an inch away from more than just friends (18+)
summary: based on the word prompt "I wanted you to be my first" with Carmy!
title from: "Naked In Manhattan" by Chappell Roan
word count: 5.1k
content warnings: beginnings of smut!!! MDNI!! stripper reader (can still be read as gn!), kissing, swearing, teasing Carmy, innuendos left and right, unprotected sex, brief fingering
side note: if anyone wants to yap about Carmy and stripper reader in my inbox after this, please do!!! they're rotting my brain. i love this dynamic <3 I'm actually so excited to post this raahh!!!
Living in New York was expensive.
This is no secret. But the results meant you worked two jobs. One as a bar tender and one as.... An exotic dancer. To put it kindly.
Two night jobs gave you mostly nocturnal habits, but the tips were good. Most of them were in ones and you couldn't exactly pay for everything with a band of dollar bills.
Which is how you ran into Carmy. Outside of a bank. He was lost and you were in a rush to get to the bar.
"Shit- Watch where you're fuckin' goin'!" You hiss as you stumble back, adjusting your bag strap as you steady yourself.
Your first interaction resembled those videos of puppies and senior dogs. You berating him mildly, him knocking you down with a few sentences and you hesitating before going back to nipping his ankles. You're embarrassed now by the way you trailed after him on the sidewalk. You followed this man just because he ran into you on accident.
Carmy has never told you why he didn't yell at you on that day. Why he didn't tell you off for following him through two stoplights. Just like how you couldn't explain why you felt the need to berate this curly-haired stranger in the middle of New York. It also ended up being a pure matter of coincidence when one of your regulars took you to dinner. A dinner that resulted in a kitchen tour that led you back to the man who ran into you.
You stuck around enough to pry a phone number out of him. He was easy to crack, batting your lashes at him and quiet pleading.
He didn't anticipate quite how many notifications you'd wrack up on his phone. He felt obnoxious, being the person whose phone was always buzzing. You were like a labrador chasing at his heels for his attention. Carmy felt bad about when he tried ghosting you. Letting you lead a one-sided conversation for a day.
Just when he thought he'd gotten rid of his distraction, you showed up in the alleyway where he smoked after work. You were already out there when he got outside, leaning against the wall with a cigarette on your lips. That night you managed to convince him to give you a ride to the club after coming all the way out to Daniel to scold him for trying to ghost you.
The first time Carmy pulled up in front of the club, his face flushed bright pink. When you turned to thank him, you couldn't help but tease him over it.
"Aw, Carmen! You didn't tell me you've never been to a club before," You smile at him sweetly.
"Carmy," He says quickly, trying to clear his throat. "Just Carmy is fine."
His words make you hum, watching him as you rest your head against the headrest.
"Wanna come in? Can give you a free dance for the ride," You offer him, smile widening as you watch flush work over his ears and down his neck.
"I uh- I've got to um- I can't I gotta-" He stutters, trying to get out some excuse.
"Fuckin' with you, Carmen," You giggle as you open the passenger door. "You gotta pay for a dance just like everyone else."
You bid him thank you and goodnight after you climbed out of his car, blowing him a kiss through the window as you went inside. And thus started your friendship with Carmy. Although unconventional, you intrigued him. He had never hung out with someone so.... Brazen. Someone so sure about who they were and so different. Someone like you usually trailed after Mikey, fawning over him in hopes he might take you to dinner or to his bed. You were so different from Carmy that it just... Worked.
You brought a different sort of comfort in Carmy. Neither one of you had any expectations for this, and that was enough.
You took to inviting yourself to Carmy's apartment in the beginning before he started asking you over every night. You never expected him to make you dinner but after a few nights of your intrustion, he started asking about your favorite dishes. Started cooking for someone other than himself or a customer.
Which is how you ended up in his kitchen, telling him about your day before work. Complaining about your car that had been acting up and smoking out of the tire well.
"My car's in the shop.." You pout, leaning against the counter, twirling your pen between the surface and your fingers.
"Yeah?" Carmy asks, distantly. He's making you dinner before you have to leave for your shift.
"'S gonna be... Stupid expensive," You sigh, laying your arms on the counter and resting your chin on your forearm. "And Sierra has been askin' for lots of my shifts so I'm not gettin' as much as usual... Gonna be tight between that and rent... 'S my luck though.."
Carmy glances back when you sigh, heart twisting when he sees how your lip juts out with your cheek pressed against your arm.
Carmy tries not to let his thoughts run too wild. Godforbid he messes a good thing up. But it's really hard when you're looking up at him with wide eyes and mouth twisted in a pout. It's easy to let his mind wander to another scenario where you'd look at him like that. Hands resting on your thighs as you sit on your knees, eyes practically begging him to take off his jeans.
He's quick to turn back to the stove, distracting his mind from those thoughts by focusing on what he knew. Food. Not sex and definitely not how you'd look in bed.
Carmy distracts himself with plating dinner. He pulls out two of his pasta bowls and plates up the chicken alfredo you begged him to make for you tonight. Not that you really had to, he would make anything you asked him to. Carmy can hear your hum of excitement as you stand up straight. You've learned to watch Carmy work from the counter instead of trying to help. It just created a bigger headache for the both of you.
Once he's finished plating and puts the bowl in front of you, you give him a quick 'thank you' befire digging in. You carry most of the conversation, making sure to let Carmy know when you wanted his feedback (you learned early-on that Carmy was content to listen, even when you prompted him for a response. He needed to be invited to share his thoughts with you). To anyone else his responses would seem disinterested, but you knew him enough that anything more than a half stuttered few words was good for you.
Carmy does let you help clean up. Letting you pack up the extra food Carmy has started to include so you could take something to your dancer friends or to take home. Carmy focused on rinsing dishes off before putting them in the dishwasher.
You've both fallen into a routine. Once you're both done cleaning, Carmy goes to his room to collect his things for work. You collect your bag from the living room and slip on your shoes and coat.
When you're both ready, Carmy corals you out the door and letting you lead him to the parking garage across from his apartment building. Again the car is filled by your chatter and Carmy's limited input as he drives you to work.
There's a weird vibe when Carmy pulls up to the curb in front of the club. His fingers tap erratically on the wheel and he looks like he's deep in thought. You're about to climb out of the car when he speaks up.
"Y'know, I could um... I could foot the uh, the mechanic bill for ya?" Carmy suggests.
"What?" You ask, turning back towards him quickly.
"For your car... Could pay it off for ya.." He shrugs like it's not a big deal.
"Carm.." You sigh, preparing to turn down what's actually a great offer.
"'S not a big deal promise. You're tight on money and I don't want y'stressin' and risk missin' out on more.." He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. It's a moments hesitation before you throw your arms around him, leaning over the center console to give him a hug.
"Thanks, Carm," You mutter in his jacket before pulling away. "Means a lot."
You turn back and open the door before turning back to him. Carmy makes a noise of surprise when you place a quick kiss to his cheek, admiring the light lipgloss stain on his cheek. You climb out before he can say anything, ducking down to peer at him from the sidewalk, "Thank you, Carmen!"
You wave him goodbye as he pulls away from the curb, face bright red and stomach full of butterflies.
He's so fucked.
You hope to God Carmy actually picks up his phone. He usually does but you can never be too sure on Carmy's time on his phone.
You're standing in the alley outside of the club, jacket wrapped around you but it's not enough to warm your legs.
"Hey," Carmy's voice is groggy, making your stomach twist with guilt.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Carm.." You sigh, ashing your cigarette.
"No, what's up?" Carmy cuts you off and you sigh again.
"I uh.... I need a ride.. Guy was bein' a major dick and I... I got mad at him and Angie's sendin' me home early.." You tell him. You hadn't bothered changing before you walked out of the club, only grabbing your jacket before you stormed off.
"Give me ten minutes." Carmy's words are final when he says them. He gives you a moment to object before hanging up.
You don't bother to go back inside to grab your things, running on the anger from your customer and manager. It's less than ten minutes before Carmy pulls up to the curb. You climb in the moment the car stops, missing the double take Carmy does when he sees how much of your legs are exposed. You're too busy taking one last hit from your cigarette before dropping it to the sidewalk. When you turn back into the car, Carmy has to tear his eyes away from your thighs, looking for an opening to pull away from the club. He lets you wallow in silence before it hits you.
"Oh, fuck me," You sigh, leaning against your hand on the door and rubbing at your brow.
"What?" Carmy glances at you briefly before flicking on his turn signal.
"Left my keys in my bag and fuckin'- Left my bag at work and I don't-" You sigh heavily, rubbing your hand over your eyes. "I don't have clothes at your place and I can't get home. I'm such a fuckin' mess tonight, I'm sorry.."
"'S okay," Carmy says, taking the gap in cars to pull into the parking lot.
"Carm-" You start.
"It's okay, really. Just give you some of my clothes and I'll uh- I'll sleep on the couch," He says, eyes scanning for a parking spot as if he didn't just invite you to spend the night.
"I'm not gonna make y'do that, Carmy," You tell him while he prepares to reverse into a spot.
"Not makin' me do anything," Carmy tells you once he's parked in the spot. "Now let's get upstairs cause it's fuckin' could."
You hadn't noticed before but Carmy's only dressed in sweatpants and one of his stupid white t-shirts. You watch as he tucks his hands into his pockets, trying not to stare at the way how his ass looks and how his thighs fill them out.
"Fuckin' stupid f'not grabbing my pants.." You mutter grumpily, bringing the borrowed jacket tight around you. Carmy huffs a few steps in front of you, taking the opportunity to glance at your legs again. Both of you crowd together as you cross the street and enter the apartment building. The building is warmer, making you loosen your hold on the jacket. Being enclosed with Carmy in the elevator makes you open it even more, making Carmy avert his gaze.
You make it more difficult by tucking in close to him, slipping your phone between both of you to snap a quick picture. He still hasn't figured out he doesn't need to look at the screen. When he looks down at your phone, his eyes catch on the deep cut of your top. His breathe catches in his throat at all the skin there, taking in every inch of it.
Within a moment he tears his eyes away, glancing at the numbers as they ding by. Carmy doesn't pay much mind as you hum next to him, bumping him with your shoulder softly. He's gotten used to your casual affections.
Carmy let's you lead him to his apartment door, slipping past you to unlock the door. You still smell like the body spray you showed him. You kept boasting about how it was vanilla and shea and how much you liked it. One of the girls at work had told you about it, and Carmy mentally thanks her for it. Carmy let's you into his apartment, stepping off to the side to toe off his shoes. You sigh as you step in the space, beelining for the island. You drop your phone and cigarette pack before you start shrugging off your jacket. When Carmy looks up from his shoes he feels like he's fucking buffering.
There's so much skin on display and he has to blink hard to fight getting a hard-on. He's not sure what he was thinking, that you had put on a shirt before storming out of work? With the coat off, Carmy can see where your shorts hug your ass, a little bit slipping out of them. He traces up from there to where your top cuts across your skin, breaking up your lower and upper back. There's something else around your middle, a belt of bead strands that clack when you move around and flash refracted light around the room.
You hum as you step out of your shoes, tweaking a strand of hair as you set your jacket on the counter.
"I can sleep on the couch," You tell him, as you turn around to lean back against the counter. He still cringes as you push yourself onto the counter. Carmy's given up on asking you to not. Now he's kind of grateful for it.
"No, it's fine. You can jus' take my bed, not a big deal. Just for tonight, right?" Carmy has to turn away from you to put his locks in place but he can catch your hum as you kick your legs lightly.
"I guess," You sigh. Carmy shakes his head lightly as he walks past the kitchen to his room. You slip off the counter and follow him, beads clacking as you do.
You're not sure why you're surprised that Carmy's room is bland. The rest of his apartment was exactly decorated until you brought things into it. His bedroom was the one room you hadn't seen yet.
"Boring room, Carm.." You tell him, taking it in before your eyes go to where he's digging through his closet. He gives a short hum in acknowledgment but doesn't say anything. While you wait you cross to the bed, sitting at the foot for a moment before you decide to flop back against the mattress.
"What did-" Carmy starts before he turns around. He cuts himself off when he sees you splayed out on his bed, hands resting on your stomach as you trace patterns on the ceiling.
"What did what?" You ask, turning your head so you can see him. Carmy has to clear his throat, folding the sweater he has in half and then in half again.
"What did that uh- that guy from the club? What'd he do?" He asks, setting the sweater on the mattress before he goes to his dresser. He had to buy it when you told him he can't store his extra jeans in the oven. Mostly because he was using it more now that he had you.
You groan loudly, turning back to the ceiling. "Was jus' bein'a dick! Tried coppin' feels left and right, and when I finally told him to stop being a sleazy jackass he got mad and caused a ruckus about me being an ungrateful bitch and then Angie got involved and well.."
You trail off because after Angie had gotten involved you stormed off and called Carmen. You sigh heavily and Carmy turns to look at you before looking back at his dresser.
"I uh.." He clears his throat quietly. "I don't really have... Any shorts or anything, just like uh.. Sweats, jeans.."
"That's okay!" You chirp, pushing yourself up. You lean back against your hands, tilting your head as Carmy turns back to you. You don't miss the way he pushes his back against the furniture, like he's trying to melt into it.
"This'll do," You grab the sweater, running your thumbs over the fabric softly. Carmy nods and you give him a bright grin. "Be back in like... Two minutes!"
Carmy watches as you duck out of his room and make your way to the bathroom. He crosses to the foot of his bed and sits next to where you had been. He squeezes his eyes shut when he hears the door lock click. He tries filling his head with anything he can to keep his thoughts away from you splayed out on his sheets half-dressed.
It turns out that trying not to think about something only makes him think about it more.
Carmy does everything he can think of. Thinks of Chef Daniel, of the dish he was working on this morning. Of Sugar and how he should call her back. Hell, he even let's his mind wander to his mother. But somehow his mind always turns back to you laying back against his bed.
He opens his eyes quickly as he hears you open the bathroom door and the sound of your beads getting farther. He assumes your putting your things with you jacket in the kitchen. It's maybe a minute before you make it back to the doorway to the bedroom.
You look like a vision in his sweater. It's an old navy-colored pullover, 'Brooklyn' across your chest in fuzzy, white letters.
"Very tourist of you," You tell him, pulling at the hem to look at the words. You glance up just in time to find him rolling his eyes at your words, a soft flush dusting his cheeks.
His eyes follow you as you cross to the bed.
"Needed to get some kind of clothes.." He mutters as you climb onto the bed. He doesn't miss the way you huff, shuffling up to the pillows. When he glances back at you he gets an eye full of your baby pink underwear of your work clothes. His eyes widen before his eyes dart quickly up to your face. You're not paying attention, moving one of the pillows over to rest against the other.
"Carmy-" You start, and he feels like he's been caught red-fucking-handed but you didn't even catch him looking. You turn to sit, legs folded out in front of you. He hums for you to continue.
"Lay with me for a little?" You ask him, like you're asking him to hand you something. Like it's normal.
"What?" He chokes out. You huff, the air from it ruffling your hair.
"Lay with me? Stay a little bit before I go to bed?" You cock your head a little, looking at him with wide eyes.
"And do what?" He asks. He doesn't know why he's fucking asking but Jesus Christ you want him to lay in bed with you and his brain is kind of malfunctioning.
You shrug, "I don't know... Sit and talk?"
Carmy seems reluctant, like he doesn't want to be in the room any longer than he has to. Maybe you crossed a line.
"You don't have to," You start, back pedaling on your offer. "Just usually have some sort of like.... Background noise when I go to bed. But my phones gonna die, don't want to steal your charger from you too, tonight."
"Uh... Sure. Yeah, sure.." Carmy sounds hesitant but he gets up and makes his way to the other side of the bed, sitting back against the pillow you left.
You grin at him brightly, curling up against your pillows and tucking your legs under the blanket.
"Tell me about work," You tell him, eyes darting around his face. You always encourage him to tell you about what he does at Daniel, asking questions if you don't know or understand something.
He starts off with reminding you of the dish he did the previous day before coming back to what he did today. You nod along as he describes the menu and the specific dish he had today. You liked watching how animated he could get when talking about a dish.
You let him talk as you rest your head against your hand. You can't help but trace over his features, watching as he licks his lower lip quickly when he pauses. You don't mean to interrupt him.
"Can I kiss you, Carmen?" You ask him softly. Carmy stares at you wide-eyed, mouth open in mid-sentence. His ears are bright pink.
"What?" He blinks a few times.
"Can I give you a kiss?" You say again, like it's the most normal question you could ask him.
"I- Uh- Sure?" He sounds unsure and it makes you furrow your brow.
"Yes or no, Carm," You prompt him gently.
"Yes," He nods quickly, much more sure this time. You give him a quick smile before you're adjusting yourself. You're sitting on your knees now, shuffling forward until they're pressed against Carmy's thigh.
You don't miss how he fidgets and you grab his hand with your left one. "Just a kiss, Carmy."
That's the last thing you say before you bring your right hand to the side of his face and pull him into you. Your lips are soft, is what he first notices. So is your hand. The kiss is chaste and it feels like it's over too soon.
When you pull away, Carmy trails after you, lips ghosting yours as he tries to follow.
"Carm-"
"Please," He cuts you off before kissing you again. Carmy brings the hand from yours to your face, holding you close. You get experimental, turning your head to change the angle. Carmy follows your lead, bringing his hand from his lap to sneak under the hem of your sweater. He pulls at your hip until you get the hint.
Climbing onto his lap gives you the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling at his lower lip gently before you slip your tongue into his mouth. His whine is slightly muffled, letting you explore as you please. His grip on your hip tightens as you lower your weight fully on his lap. You don't miss the tent of his sweats pressing against your lower stomach.
You give an experimental roll of your hips, nudging your core just a little over his bulge. He inhales sharply before pulling away, grabbing for the hand that's holding his face.
"I don't um.. I've never..." Carmy trails off. He won't meet your eye, instead focusing on where his hand is holding your wrist.
"Oh! No, that's okay, baby," You coo softly to him, rocking your hips slowly. "Only ever been with like, two people so don't worry.. Pretty new t'this too."
Carmy groans as you continue to drag your core over the tent in his pants. He drops his head to your shoulder, turning his face so he can press soft kisses to your neck.
The kisses are featherlight as Carmy let's himself get lost in the movements of your hips. He groans quietly into your skin when you slowly pick up the pace.
"I uh-" Carmy starts against your skin. You're quick to slip your hand into his curls, guiding his head back so you can hear him clearly. His face is flushed pink as you look at him.
"I want you... I um- I want you to be... Be my first.." He says ths words softly, his eyes are tracing the skin of your neck, mind wandering to how it would look covered in kisses.
"Carm.." You coo softly, bringing your hand from his hair to guide his gaze to yours. "You sure?"
He nods quickly, eyes flicking between yours. "Please?"
Who are you to say no when he asks so prettily?
"Okay," You giggle softly, bringing him into another kiss. This time Carmy tries taking control, prodding gently until you open your mouth to him. He tries to remember how you kissed him, making you huff before you pull away.
"Don't think too hard.." You tell him, placing a gentle kiss to his chin. You nip softly at his jaw before coming back to kiss him. He lets you take back the lead, letting his hands come to rest against your thighs. You bring your hands to his and lead them under your sweater, resting just over your waistband.
Carmy takes the hint, tracing over the skin he glanced earlier. As if to give him some idea, you slip your hands under his own shirt. You let your fingers skim over his abs, following the light trail of hair up his chest. He inhales when you brush your thumbs over both his nipples, pressing his chest into your hands.
You smile against his mouth, pulling away so you can catch your breathe.
However Carmy takes that as the opportunity to kiss at your neck, ducking to nip at your neck. You whine quietly, slowing your hips down to a stop. Carmy groans when you lift your hips but once he realizes why he's less upset. You tug at his waistband, wiggling it as much as you can without his help.
Carmy helps, lifting his hips and hooking his thumbs in his waistband and shoving them to his thighs. You inhale softly when his cock springs free.
Carmy was humble. To say the least.
He didn't act like he had a big dick. He didn't try to boast about it if he ever got the chance. Blush works it's way down his neck at your noise. You're staring transfixed at his cock like you've never seen something like it.
When you look back up you drag Carmen into a sweet kiss. You kiss him slowly, cradling his face as you drag your clothed core over his exposed head. Carmy whimpers into your mouth, taking your lower lip between his.
He lets you go to catch his breath. He can't think of a time he's been more turned on in his life
"Y-You're panties are so- so wet.." Carmy says between pants. He says them like they're not the filthiest thing to leave his mouth.
"Uh-huh," You nod, placing kisses to his jaw.
"Can I please?" One of Carmy's hands has slipped to your waistband, slowly creeping towards your clit. You whine softly into his neck as he ghosts his fingers lower. You can't help but rock your hips into his hand, letting his fingers skim over your entrance.
"Yes, Carmy, yes." You trace a vein with your tongue. He hooks his fingers into your underwear, already prodding at your hole with two fingers.
"Oh my god," Carmy sighs, pressing his mouth against your hair. His breathing ruffles your hair and he has to shut his eyes at feeling of your slick. He dips his fingers into your entrance, making you bite softly at his neck. He pushes until his up to his knuckles. His fingers reach deeper than your own and the heel of his hand presses delightfully against your clit.
Carmy watches in awe as you pull back from his neck and ride his fingers. He gives a few experimental thrusts that make your jaw drop. After a few minutes of this, you bring Carmen into a quick kiss, tugging at his lower lip.
"Need more, Carm," You tell him, lifting your hips off his hand. Carmy mourns the loss as you reach for his dick. His mourning is short-lived when your fingers encircle him, groaning as you angle his head against your entrance. You sink down slowly, and Carmy feels like he could come with just his tip inside you. He won't, but Jesus fucking Christ.
"So fuckin' warm.." Carmy sighs. He holds your hips tightly, keeping you in place. You put your hands on top of his, squeezing them tightly as you sink lower. His jaw drops open at the feeling of your walls around him. You clench around him gently, pulling him into a messy kiss. He pulls back to breathe when you thighs sit flush to his. Having you seated on his cock alone almost makes him come but he has to tense his stomach to prevent it.
Carmy's head falls back against the wall, chest rising and falling heavily as you sit flush in his lap. You can't help but bring your hands to his face, holding him gently as you take in the sight.
"You're so pretty, Carm.." You tell him softly, soothing a thumb over his cheekbone. You're too distracted to notice the twitch against your walls.
"Don't- Fuck- Don't say that..." Carmy mutters, leaning into your touch.
"Say what?" You're confused, tilting your head to one side with a furrowed brow.
"Call me pretty... Make me fuckin'- fuckin' bust b'fore I can move.." He grunts softly as he adjusts his hips. You squeak when his movements justle you, pressing deeper against you.
"Fuck-" You sigh, ducking your head to the side. You can't help the way your eyes flutter shut, soothing your thumb over his skin to keep you grounded. Once Carmy settles back down you pull him into a slow kiss, taking his lower lip between your teeth to tug at gently.
You roll your hips into his, relishing the way he groans into your mouth. The noise trails into a whimper as you clamp your walls around him, making his hands hold on tight to your thighs. The sound makes your head spin, pulling away to catch your breath and hold Carmy's face back as he tries to chase your lips.
You smooth your thumbs over the curls above his ears, while you collect yourself. Carmy ruts his hips up into you, making you squeal softly at the motion.
"Relax, relax," You pull away to catch his eyes. His pupils are blown wide when he gazes at you, blinking softly. You can't help but smile at him.
"Let me make you feel good.."
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have to remind myself not every fic I write has to be the most amazing thing I write (but I at least want it to be something I'm proud of!!) (even though I hold that at a high podium)
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hi hi gm we made it to 300 which is so epic!!
thank you guys :)
didn't think I'd get here but so fucking cool that I am <3
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"fuck the police"
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miami metro homicide detective Joe quinn is rotting my brain so bad sorry guys (i truly need him and Lip at the same time)
#saltnsugarbear#sugartalks#cas 2: lost in new york [ nyc trip! ]#if anyone wants to help me brainstorm how this can go down#please share the wealth (ideas)
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miami metro homicide detective Joe quinn is rotting my brain so bad sorry guys (i truly need him and Lip at the same time)
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I get so hungry when you say you love me (18+)
summary: Mandy takes care of your needs
title from: "Cannibal" by Ke$ha
word count: 0.4k
content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! mandy got the strap 💥💥, vampire themes! vampire mandy debut
side note: for my mouse! my first time writing for Mandy and exploring my TVD au,,,, i love her and i love you my mouse, the biggest kisses happy holidays <3
You can feel tears slipping down your cheeks as you look up at Mandy through your lashes. She's a vision above you, blood smudged around her mouth and chest heaving. When she caught your eye, Mandy gives a particularly deep thrust into your throat, scoffing when you squeal and squeeze your thighs together.
"Fuckin' soaking the sheets," Mandy rolls her eyes, looking back at how you try and find some sort of friction. You let out a choked whine at her words, lifting your hips up with your thighs squeezed tightly together.
Mandy sighs from on top of you before she leans back, slipping the silicone cock from your mouth. Your breathing is heavy as she shuffles down your body, planting herself just above your hips.
Mandy's body is heavy on top of you, hips being pushed roughly into the mattress with hers. The weight of the silicone dildo is also heavy on your stomach, your saliva smearing against your skin from your teasing.
Now her strap lays heavy between you as she keeps your arms pinned above your head. Her slow grinding is driving you insane, rutting your hips up trying to seek some friction.
She's grumbling as she leans down to kiss you, some distant complaint about you being so needy. The kiss is tangy with blood and the beer she'd been sipping on before you came home.
Mandy easily slips her legs from over your waist to press flush against your thighs before she wiggles back. The feeling of the silicone strap against your entrance makes you whine. Mandy nips softly at your lower lip before she starts pressing her hips forward.
The stretch makes your jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. Mandy holds your jaw loosely as she turns your head and starts placing gentle, gnawing kisses to your cheek and jaw. The gentle tug of teeth makes you sigh, rolling your hips into her.
She had spent enough time between your legs that there was little resistance as she buried herself to the hilt.
Mandy times the first roll of her hips with a sharp nip at your throat, dragging her tug where blood starts to bead. The dual sensation makes you whine, bucking your hips up into her movements. She soothes her tongue over the bite as she pulls out to the tip before snapping her hips back into you.
"Never fuckin' satiated are ya?" She sneers. Mandy press her nose against your skin as she gnaws softly at your jaw.
"Guess I'm gonna have to fix that.."
#saltnsugarbear#mandy milkovich x reader#mandh milkovich x you#mandy milkovich#mandy milkovich fanfiction#mandy milkovich imagine#mandy milkovich smut#chicago nights [ tvd shameless au ]#shameless imagines#shameless fanfiction
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I DIDNT THINK DELETING THE DRAFT I HAD WOULD DELETE THE ASK BUT TO THE ANON WHO ASKED FOR NEW YORK CARM WITH "i want you to be my first"
she is getting so away from me that I think shes going to be a few thousand words so I'm going to make her her own part titled with "Naked In Manhattan" lyrics
but im working hard (or hardly working?) and am so endeared by this dynamic that I'm not going to make it a series but if people want to yap after I put it out I'd be more than willing to yap about them I'm so endeared with Carm and this dynamic ughh
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do we think carmy took the trip out to Ellis island or Liberty island
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this stupid fucking thing i edited cause of a conversation I was having with Olive has gotten over a hundred notes wtf
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me when Carmen is trying to teach me how to cook:
unfortunately I would hit him with that Dexter Morgan look where he looks sad and pathetic while I'm trying to listen to his instructions,,,,,,
big brown eyes like 🥺
CAS NOT THE DEXTER MORGAN LOOK????????? ( cas and I have been binging Dexter at about the same time by coincidence)
#the garden [ mutuals! ]#original babygirl [ olive ]#road trip! [ cas travels ]#hit them with the classic
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this scene is funny but also incredibly gut wrenching I fucking love s5
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I feel like I've lived three different lives this year and I think I'm happier for it even if I do wish somethings had gone differently,,,,,
but maybe I wouldn't be surrounded by the community i am rn so trying not to dwell on that bum
even if i still get a little sad over the February memories
#saltnsugarbear#sugartalks#lost two dogs this year#got back in contact with some family friends#saw my not aunt get married and i couldnt be happier for her#met all my delightful moots and friends here <3#another long year for the books :)
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we've been breathing the same air for too long
summary: you invite Lip to one of your games!
title from: "Brando" by Lucy Dacus
word count: 1.5k
content warnings: fade to black smut moment, lots of volleyball babble, nothing crazy!
side note: today's is for my Sonia!! I know youre not a sports girlie but I love nerd bf/sports partner with Lip, you are my beloved! you're so darling! I'm so glad I met you <3
It started out purely neighborly.
You lived on the same street, it was easier for Lip to catch a ride with you. He didn't know you guys lived on the same street until you had a English project together. Lip thought he'd do most of the heavy lifting, mostly because you were, well.... you were a jock. And he kind of assumed you were.... Well not dumb, but certainly not as into the curriculum as you were.
So when you contribute just as much to the project as he does, Lip is surprised and... Endeared to you. You're much more opinionated on the romantic era than he gave you credit for.
What he liked less was having to wait after your practice. Traditionally, Lip would have set up in the library to wait for you, but of course they were using it this year to help try and get their passing grade percentage up. So he has no choice but to make his way down to the gym. The net is already set up and the ball cart next to one of the posts.
Lip doesn't miss the double takes that some of the team does, looking back at where he's set up on the bleachers. He doesn't bother looking back at them, he's got work to do. What does get his attention is the ball that hits the bleachers below him. Lip furrows his brow before he looks up from his worksheet. What he doesn't expect is to see you standing at the foot of the bleachers with your hands on your hips.
"What are you doing down here? I thought I was collecting you from the library?" Your voice echoes slightly, raising it to be heard over your team talking.
"They're using it," Lip shrugs. His response makes you grin, leaning so you're resting your elbows against the second or third bleacher and place your head in your hands.
"You just wanted to see me practice," You tease, crossing one ankle over the other despite your knee pads. Lip rolling his eyes makes you smile wider, pushing yourself up to rest on your hands.
"Just don't stare at my ass the whole time," You tease him further, not missing the way the tips of his ears tinge just the smallest bit pink.
And he doesn't, for the most part. Keeping his eyes and his mind on his homework. The rest of the week follows much of the same, save for when he catches a few glances of you, hands on your knees while you wait for serve. After practice you change and Lip collects his things, and then you lead him to your car and drive to your house to work on your project.
And your interactions stay strictly focused on the project. Keeping space between you both on your mattress or on the couch. Keeping conversation light or on the section of Self Reliance you had both picked.
That's until the day you have to turn in the project. To say you're going to miss seeing Lip in the bleachers is.... Pathetic. He only ever sat there because he had to, not because he wanted to be there for you. So, you bring it up after you pick him up from his house, waving his siblings goodbye as they mope their way to the bus stop.
"So, I was thinking-" You start.
"That's never good," Lip says after blowing smoke out the window, glancing over at you when he ashes his cigarette out the window.
"Shut up, free loader." You scoff, lightly reminding him you're the one driving.
"You were thinking?" Lip coaxes, motioning with his hand to encourage you.
"I was thinking," You continue. "That... I don't know, that you could come to my game today. I mean, since you were at all the practices. Why not see it pay off?"
You shrug before glancing at him. Lip is watching the road, humming in thought.
"Fuck it, why not?" Lip huffs, like it's something out of his way to stay after school. His response makes you scoff and roll your eyes, trying to suppress the smile toying at your lips.
Lip agreeing to watch your game puts you in a good mood for the rest of the day. Makes you noticeably more cheery at your lunch table and brush off the poor grade you got on your history quiz. However, you don't see Lip after you guys walk into the school. So you just have to trust he doesn't change his mind at some point during the day and just hop on the bus home.
The crowd inside the gym is loud, and they only get louder when your team walks in. There's too many people to try and pick out Lip's face in the crowd and you feel your stomach twist. Maybe you were stupid to think he would actually show up.
Your warm-ups and game go off without a hitch. Except that your nerves nearly cause you to start a fight with one of the rival girls, faces up in the net and calling each other names. The timeout you receive quickly reminds you that there's more than just your feelings at hand.
Your bench time is when you spot Lip. He's managed to wiggle is way to the front bleachers opposite of you. He knows when you see him by how you perk up, eyes wide when you sit up. The only thing he gives you is a two finger salute and nod towards your coach. Who is telling you to get back on the court and hopefully help bag the game point for this set.
The rest of the game is a blur, one that results in your team winning. The celebration with your team is short as you try and hunt down Lip. He's easy to find along the edges of the gym, pushing through families and friends to get to him.
"You made it," You sigh, bringing him into a quick hug. You don't miss how Lip pauses before wrapping his arms around you, holding you close before you slip out. "Ready to go?"
"Ready to get away from these freaks.." Lip huffs, shouldering his bag. His response makes you roll your eyes before you drag him out to the hall.
"Two seconds." You tell him before slipping into your locker room to collect your bag. You text one of your teammates to fill you in on the after match huddle, they're usually the same but just in case.
Once you're ready, you taking Lip by the hand and lead him out of the building.
Your car is the only one in this corner of the student parking lot and no one across the lot will see you down there. You take advantage of that and press Lip up against the side of the door. He makes a noise of surprise that you cut off with your own mouth, not missing the way he drops his bag on the asphalt to get hands on you.
"Thought you weren't gonna come," You say between kisses, placing stray ones along his jaw before going back to his mouth.
"And miss you nearly fighting that girl? Not a chance.." Lip sighs, fumbling for the door handle behind him. You hum, opening the front passenger door to throw both your backpacks in there while he finally opens the door. He waits for you to slip onto the seat before following you in.
You practically jump on him after he closes the door behind him. You hold his face between both your hands as you kiss him, keeping him as close to you as you can.
"Fuck-" Lip mutters against your mouth, panting heavily as you make your way to pressing kisses along his jaw. "Let me- shit- Let me show you how proud I am of you.."
His words make your eyes widen, pulling away to look at him.
"What?" You ask breathlessly.
"Let me," Lip quickly loops his fingers into your spandex shorts. "Show you. How proud I am.."
"Lip, you don't have to-" You start.
"Want to," Lip smirks, tugging gently at your waistband until you get the hint to lift your hips up for him.
"Are you sure?" You ask, helping him push them off your ankles.
"Why wouldn't I be sure?" Lip asks, leaning forward to start pressing kisses along your neck.
"Just that," You sigh softly when Lip places a soft nip at your jaw. "Most guys don't like... Y'know.."
"Most guys are idiots," Lip mutters into your skin, slipping one hand under the hem of your jersey to grope at your chest.
"Wait," You huff, slipping out of his touch to lean up against your center console. You manage to grab at the bar that allows you to push the passenger seat up so Lip has more room in foot well. The pinch Lip gives your ass makes you squeal, nudging him gently with your leg.
Lip gets the hint and slips into the foot well when you slide back into your seat.
"Lean back," Lip urges you, hooking his fingers in your underwear.
"Gonna show you how proud I am.."
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we are 20 years old why are you asking if I snap
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showing Carmy the Bon Appetit channel thinking it'll be a cute idea for you both but Carmy is like absolutely not cause he knows he's a nightmare in the kitchen
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atthesametimeatthesametimeatthesametimeatthesametime
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