#amalia 🥺🤎

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N-no no cause those new pics of Will…I-I’m oh I-😵‍💫

I cant

Like I physically can’t. Listen I’ve been on the Will poulter train since MAZE RUNNER. I KNEW THIS LITTLE WHITE BOY HAD POTENTIAL. The girlies just needed to seeeeeeee

Like I need him sooooo bad he’s so fucking fine, educated, respectful, and he has that little accent OMGGGG WHAT ELSE COULD I ASK FOR!???? Like he is my man in my head tbh no one can tell me SHIIIITTTT

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OH MY GOOOODDDD

I need this so bad

LIKE BRATTY READER HELLOOOO LIKE OMFGGGG LIKE HES HERE SHES HIS AND SHES JUST SO ATTRACTIVE AND UURRRGHHHH AMALIJAJAJAAAAAAAAA YOUVE BLESSED ME

Misbehavior

Joel Miller x Black Reader

Summary: It’s the first and last time you ever talk back to his face

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, post-outbreak, Joel and Ellie are settled in Jackson, established relationship, brat tamer!Joel vibes, smut: rough sex, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm denial, hair pulling, spanking mentions, dirty talk

Word Count: 3.1k

Cannot stop thinking about Joel’s sick little smirk here! I want him to put me in my place so bad, hope you enjoy this one!

It’s the way Joel Miller looks riding his horse, a hunting knife on his hip and a rifle held expertly along with the reigns in his broad hands that makes your skin prickle and your breathing deepen. 

Spring is still yet thawing the cold woods ahead of you but you only feel heat staring at his sturdy shoulders, sturdy everything actually, that you knew to be a fact, smiling to yourself about it as your own horse trailed closeby just a few feet behind him. 

Being paired with him and being with him period felt right, natural, like somehow this was always where you were meant to be in this life. 

You trusted each other now, able to move in silence like this, with his steady and well adjusted trigger finger and your sharp eyes, pointing out tracks, watching for signs of life, listening for infected or raiders, the two of you undoubtedly working well together. 

In fact everyone in Jackson said so, especially Ellie, but if any of them knew just how much of a brat you’d been to him in the beginning they’d be surprised you were together at all. 

It’s not that you and him got off on the wrong foot, but keeping him just on the edge of aggravated kept you at a safe distance away from acting on your distracted, midday, late night thoughts about him. 

He was wary of strangers anyways and back then you were unknown to each other and gaining trust had taken time but eventually you stopped keeping each other at arm's length.

Started seeing each other around the stables more often, or rather you saw Ellie there and quickly learned that wherever she was, Joel wasn’t too far behind. 

You remembered showing her the way around the barn, where supplies were kept in case she ever needed anything, noticing her interest in the animals, encouraging it, indulging in her never ending questions because you only wanted to see her smile. 

In retrospect you think that’s why Joel tolerated your game of push and pull, why he warmed up to you in the end, because you were someone his kiddo approved of. 

Funny how things could change, how a relationship could form in between quiet glances and soft smiles, weathered walls falling at the brush of his hand against yours and that smooth drawl saying your name as if it were sacred. 

That was then and this was now, patrolling the perimeters together in the moonlight. 

A soft toned whistle that loosened from his lips caught your attention, spine straightening at the signal that was just for you and him. 

“Hm?” came your distracted hum, huffed in response while you picked up speed so your horses were walking almost side by side then. 

“I heard you went out on patrol completely on your own the other night, yeah? While knowin raiders have been close, ain’t that right? So I’m only going to say this once…start explaining.” 

His voice is clipped, a quiet, contained anger in them reminding you of his sharper edges, the ones you’d only caught glimpses of, heard whispers of, that visceral part of him that only raged to protect the people he loved most. 

Joel would never hurt you, if you were certain of anything it was that, but there were times where you wanted to feel even just a fraction of his wrathful touch, to be reminded of what he’s capable of, knowing he could make it hurt in the best way.

It’s the thought along with the shiver rolling through your limbs that makes your pace falter, as you scramble for words and then for air next when all you were met with was dark eyes cutting a pointed glance your way. 

“Fuck…ok yes, I did but it was only because there was already a group of us nearby, it felt safe. They sent someone back to get a message to me that they found tracks, a stag, just needed my help finding him. Then one of Tommy’s guys escorted me back, it was fine.”  

“Doesn’t mean you should have gone on your own, I  don’t give a damn how safe it was.” 

“Hey! I’ve been hunting and going on patrols by myself long before you showed up,” you shot back at his harsh retort, suddenly feeling defensive. “I know these woods like the back of my hand, I could be blindfolded and still come back with more game than you, old man.”

He scoffed at your insult, another heavy glare coming right after. 

“I don’t doubt that for a second, darlin. Just wish you would have told me is all I’m sayin.” 

There’s weight in his words, a deeper meaning you pick up immediately and you know he’s right and there’s no denying that you’d be chewing him out ten times worse if he’d done the same, the risk of losing each other an easy nerve to strike after all that’s happened. 

A beat of silence punctates the air before you’re speaking again, tone much softer, apologetic. 

“I hear you. I should have at least told you and I’m sorry I didn’t, I wasn't really thinking in the moment. Thank you, by the way, for caring about me enough to say something.” 

You hoped he could hear the guilt laced in your words, and the gratefulness of them too, still getting used to someone so wired to protect which never failed to make your heart flip. Nobody told you it could feel like this. 

“S’alright, of course I care. I don’t wanna downplay how skilled you are either, I just hate thinking of something happenin and not being there you know.” 

That had you smiling a little, pulse fluttering at the reminder of your feelings for each other, the gravity behind what he was saying. 

Gently you let your leg nudge his, both your horses slowing as you came to the edge of the perimeter you were watching.

“I promise it won’t happen again.” 

The softening edge of Joel’s eyes were visible now as he looked at you, giving you a firm but approving nod. 

Silence settles between you again, only lighter this time with feelings eased and things smoothed over though for you, there was a leftover kind of excitement stirring in your tummy. 

Your ears were still ringing with the gruffness of his voice, an antsy energy in your limbs at how stern he had been. Heated distraction lodged itself front and center in your mind, thoughts of Joel handling you just as harshly as his glares had been making you squirm in your saddle. 

A low chuckle interrupts the tiny sparks of a dirty daydream you didn’t even realize you’d fallen into until now. 

“What’s so funny?” you feign innocence. 

“Nothin, just think it’s cute when you get that look on your face, only happens when you’re hungry…or when you wanna be fucked.” 

Again, you were left scrambling for words for the second time tonight, heart hammering in your chest at the way the last few words slid from his lips, dripping with some unspoken invitation. 

“I-don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Disagreeing is pointless when you know he can see it written across your face but you refute anyways, adding a bit of attitude to your tone. 

Joel huffs another laugh, clicking his tongue while he encouraged his horse to move again, back in the direction you’d come. 

“Hm, you were so ready to agree with me just a minute ago, now you’re back to sassin me?” 

“Maybe I am. What’s so wrong about that?” you shrug and roll your eyes for good measure. 

He was opening up all the right doors and you were almost too eager to walk through them, craving the part of Joel you knew could get mean.

“I’m really gonna have to do something about that mouth of yours, huh,” he sighed, amusement curling around the edges of his lips. 

Butterflies danced in your core as you smirked back at him, finding your footing quick, “Oh I should hope so, I’ll be waiting.” 

It’s what you leave him with as you surge forward, not straying too far from his line of sight, but enough so that he has some distance to cover. 

Joel gives you a few seconds, lets you think you’re gaining some kind of upper hand before he sets out after you, a tick in his jaw and a hungry itch in his hands. 

–

It’s only a day later that you realize how screwed you are, facing down the stark reality of this little game you started. 

He had cornered you, finding you in the hall leading to his bedroom, a dark glint in his eyes when he tells you it’s an empty house tonight, just you, him and unfinished business. 

The tip of his boot moves to give your heel a light tap then, prompting you to move. 

“Want you in bed, sweetheart. Now.” 

There’s a suspended moment before you’re sealing your fate, pushing the pendulum fully in his direction.

“I don’t really feel like listening to you though, so I guess you’ll just have to make me…if you can even handle it,” you tip your chin up, trying not to be intimidated by the way he’s crowding your space. 

Your skin tingles, never having talked back to him so flat out before. 

Then you realize he’s already got you where he wants, strong hands snaking around your middle until he’s got one on your hip and the other reaching for a fistful of your hair, gripping firmly before he’s moving you forward, pushing you through the doorway. 

A sharp gasp bubbles up from your chest and he’s laughing darkly.  

There’s no use in resisting or struggling but you do anyway, finding a thrill in how easy it is for him to keep you locked in his grip, liking the aggressive pinch of his fingers as he moves your limbs for you, bringing you over to the bed, forcing you to bend over it.

Shaky hands reach for purchase against the sheets as Joel slides his palms over your ass, humming to himself. 

“I keep thinkin bout spanking this pretty ass of yours raw but you’d probably enjoy that too much wouldn’t you?” 

All you can do is whine, too worked up to think of anything witty to say which is probably for the best. 

No time was wasted, nothing held back, no teasing to be had, the two of you desperate now, needy. 

The heated skin of your thighs meets cool air as Joel strips you down, yanking at your clothes carelessly, so what if the fabric tears in his hands, he just needs you bare and underneath him already. 

You work on your top half, wriggling out of your t-shirt, tossing your bra to the floor, moonlight setting the brown of your skin aglow; Joel would have called you an angel if he didn’t know just how wicked your sweet self could really be. 

It’s not long before your cheek is pressed to the bed, hips high in the air, the dripping mess that you are on display as he fits himself behind you. 

He grins, undoing the buckle of his belt with one hand while the other braces against your hip, pressing down, deepening the arch in your back. 

Fuck. 

The arousal swirls achingly across your body, thighs clenching as you watch, his worn flannel falling the ground next to your jeans, your eyes feasting on the expanse of his shoulders, down over his chest, down to where he was drawing himself out, already stiff, flushed and aching to be buried deep. 

“Remember how to tell me if you wanna stop?” His question is one you’re expecting, nodding with a soft whine when he moves to grind his cock against where you’re wet and eager, your hand reaching back to tap a sequence against his skin. 

He seemed to approve of your demonstration, his free hand coating the rest of his length in your slick with a few dirty strokes of his fist before pressing against you, the tip catching and your walls yielding, letting him sink inside. 

“Oh..Joel!” your moan is strained, punctuated with a gasp as you stretch around him, tenderly accomodating to his size. 

There isn’t much time to adjust before he’s rolling his hips and pulling back, pushing an exhale from your lungs when he thrusts back in, nudging deep. 

“Goddamnit, sweetheart. Look at you.” 

There’s so much reverence in his voice, big brown eyes sparking wide with pleasure, so much so you think he just might have forgotten about your earlier insolence. 

But then he’s pulling his hips back and snapping them forward roughly, setting a steady pace that has you panting and crying out, peering over your shoulder at him as he starts to pound into you. 

It’s a sight that makes you clench around him, your ass bouncing back against his hips, the muscles in his forearms, his biceps, tensing from the effort. 

You feel your mind going hazy but a sharp smack to your thigh catches your attention and you realize there’s nowhere for you to run as Joel curves over you.

“Uh uh, it’s not gonna be that easy. You wanted to be a brat so bad, now I’m gonna fuck you like one.”

The hand that had been on your hip smoothes up your back, gripping the back of your neck with a firm squeeze before letting his full weight drive his hips down hard. 

Your teeth bite at his covers, loud pleas and moans barely muffled as he finds that spot, the one that always makes tears well in your eyes. 

Joel relishes in how your body trembles when he keeps himself angled there, watching you choke out apologies and pleas for more all in the same breath, his handprints bound to leave bruises on your skin from the way he’s holding you.

He knows you’re already sensitive, and your body already spent from keeping yourself upright through his thrusts, ones that still weren’t faltering, but he also knew you liked that it hurt so good too. 

“Joel, please I’m gonna-” you begin to sob, feeling the pressure in your core deepen only for it to dissipate as you’re eased off his length a minute later. 

You let your body sink, collapsing onto your tummy with a defeated cry, turning around to face the man who so rudely denied you an orgasm, whatever valid reasonings he had be damned. 

Stepping out of his boots and jeans fully now, you open up to him completely, no longer shy about wanting this so bad, encouraged by how much he seemed to be having fun too, more arousal dripping from your swollen folds at the intensity, the security in knowing he’d take care of you. 

You’d pissed him off with all your sass but you knew he’d never push you past your limits and it’s why you give in so easily now. 

Coherent thoughts fade from your head when Joel finally pulls you down towards the edge of the bed by your ankles and moves between your legs to guide himself back inside you easily, rough hands shoving your thighs back towards your chest so he can split you open and watch as he does. 

Any sense of time or day melts away, your only focus being Joel, only able to feel him, what he’s doing to you, whimpering out curses and moans as he bounces you on his cock, thick fingers reaching down to find your clit. 

The bliss and the pressure build again, making everything hazy once more, eyes fluttering with each thrust now cause you’re too fucked out to concentrate on anything but how good he feels. 

But Joel is watching, studying the pretty faces and sounds you make, one of his hands quick to find its way into your hair again, grabbing a fistful and pulling firmly and slowly, tilting your head up so you can’t do anything but look at him.  

“No, no you focus, right here. Right here, darlin.” he grits out and clinging to his forearms is all you can do to keep yourself steady. 

His other hand leaves your clit to grip at your jaw for a moment, strong legs spearing his hips into you over and over all the while, the wet gush of your pussy taking everything he gives you makes heat settle in your cheeks and spread across your chest. 

Wrecked moans are swallowed by messy kisses, the prickly stubble of his beard against your neck driving you crazy. 

Everything about him makes you clench, your thighs threatening to tighten around his waist the more he gives you. 

But you wanted him to be mean and he hadn’t forgotten, delivering a few searing smacks across your inner thighs, a warning that told you to be good and keep them spread. 

“That’s it, now she’s learning ain’t she. Just needed me to fuck those disrespectful thoughts out of your head, huh.” 

“Yes, yes, fuck yes! Need it so bad!” your wanton cries make his teeth clench while your toes point and curl. 

Everything in you burns molten, succumbing to Joel’s coarser treatment, his fingers, his lips, his cock knowing all your sensitive points and playing to them expertly. 

There’s no reprieve, no break in how soundly he fucks you, the bedframe creaking noisily from the movement, both of you sweaty and breathless but loathe to stop, so much desire washing over you at the frenzied passion in the eyes of the only man that could touch you like this. 

It was everything you had been daydreaming and craving, sobbing into your palm by the time Joel finally let you have what you wanted. 

You came hard, the pleasure drawn out for so long the climax of it shattered you, leaving you feeling soft and weightless against the mattress as he chases his own release, finding it swiftly after you. 

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It’s much later that you’re tucked against him, a dreamy and well satisfied tilt to your lips as you sink into his touch, those deadly, brilliant hands of his caressing soft circles into your skin, against the places he knows he gripped with force tonight. 

He checks in with you now and then, making sure the comedown doesn’t hit you too hard, only soft words and praise for you now, a few sweet kisses left along your shoulder as you drift in and out of sleep together, exhausted and content beyond words. 

In the quiet of his room you giggle that you swear you’ll never be such a brat to him again but even you can’t deny that if this was what the consequences were, you just might have to talk back to him more often. 

Joel knows it too, gleaming eyes narrowing as he warns that your wicked little mouth is next in line for a lesson if you so dared. 

Oh..well maybe you’d be catching an attitude again much sooner than you thought. 

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A/N: Eeep it is here! This one took me some time to write just cause I feel like I get in my head about writing Joel correctly a lot of the time and with this including rougher sex it was a little bit of a struggle to write at times but I like how it turned out in the end and I hope this was steamy and fun and hot and that it feels real to the character too! Thank you so much for reading!

Let me know what you think, pls thirst with me!

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[eupheme]

Hii J! Sending you a little bundle of love and comforting hugs and warmth this season 🍂🤎🤍 so sorry this month has been tough and I am wishing for much better days and also hoping you know how much you are appreciated and loved!

I’m case you needed to hear it lately, thank you for all that you do and create. The love and parts of yourself and your time that you give to the fandom community here don’t go unseen and you are just so incredible and talented, we are so lucky to have you!

Made a little autumn moodboard in hopes it’ll make you feel cozy whenever you look at it, love you so much dear friend! ✨🤎

ahh amalia you are going to make my cry! 🥺💖 thank you, you are so incredibly thoughtful (and encouraging - this made me smile so much) and getting the chance to be your friend and know you and read your incredible thots and fics has been such an amazing experience 💕 ilysm, friend.

and this moodboard!!! I am still clinging to fall (as it’s snowing here today!) and I absolutely love it, and the photos you chose. it truly is the perfect cozy day and I already am feeling better. I am treasuring this so much!!!

[babyjakes]

A gift for you! Proud of you for finishing that essay, have Pedro and his insanely soft brown puppy dog eyes that make me go 🥺🤎

THANKYOU AMALIA MY ÁNGEL!!!!!!!! ☁️🌈🎈💖💫this makes it all worth it gaaaaaaaaaaaah he’s just 😩🫶 he is everything to me. he’s so proud of me i can just feel it he’s like “did you get it done sweetheart?” YES DADDY😤 I FUCKING DID NOW GIVE ME SNUGGLES I DESERVE THEM 😭*grab grab grabby hands*

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Hello ilysm 💌💌💌

AMALIIAAAA HOW ARE U DOING!!!

Love you tooooo aaaahhhh🩷🩷🩷🥰🥰

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I haven’t watched The Bear yet so I could be very wrong but Carmy seems like the type to like it when you talk back to him just a bit like it would grate his nerves but when you push he can push back until idk he ends up bending you over like “if you wanted me so bad you could have just said so” and I….I’m blaming you for making me thirst but goddamn I’m real excited to see the hype for real! 😌

OH YEAH

Naauurrr because I will inflict the Carmy thirst on everyone idgaf 🤪🤪

There's a lot of pushing and screaming until the breaking point in this show, and Carmy definitely participates in that looolll. And since he's the 1st chef and he gives out orders, he's always pushing to see how long someone will defy his authority. And you being a stubborn little shit, you just like riling him up

It all started in the morning, with you refusing to do the vegetable prep because you were too busy doing sauce prep. Carmy had already annoyed you beforehand, waking you up at 2 am because of his insomnia, so now you wanted to make him pay

"Ok then Chef, do a double prep!"

"Carmen you can clearly see that I can't do double prep right now!"

"Oh my god, just say Yes Chef, chef.?"

"Chef. I'm sorry, but I can't fucking double prep, Chef."

"Chef; stop giving me an attitude. We all have fucking work to do. Tina is doing a double prep too so I don't know why the fuck you can't do double prep!"

"Carmen just shut the fuck up and let me do my thing! Damm!"

Both of you go at it, all while cooking and prepping, until Sydney comes in to calm the whole situation down.

"I told y'all it wasn't a good idea to have an almost married couple in the kitchen, but of course, no one is gonna listen to good old Richie uh?"

You and your boyfriend groaned and said in unison: "fuck off Richie"

Later in the day, Carmen calls you in his office for a meeting, clearly annoyed with your antics. When you come in, you're greeted with the delicious sight of Carmy spread out on the chair, his fingers running across his thighs and through his hair.

"Babe. You know I'm busy, what's u-"

"Really, y/n, for the sake of all of us, stop trying to question everything I ask you to do. It completely breaks the dynamic of the day! You're here, giving me-"

"Oh fuck off Carmen! You knew damn well I couldn't double prep this morning! Those sauces take forever and I need to watch the temperature the whole time!Because the thing is, if I double prep, then I can't properly focus on the sauce, and if I dont then I ruin the sauce, and then, you're fucking rude to me cause *Oh my god chef, start over.*; like it wasn't the thing I was about to fucking do!"

Your voice pitched high, and your chest was heaving, and if he was being completely honest, Carmy's brain stopped working and he was thinking with his dick, which was straining against his jeans at the most inconvenient of times.

“Baby…”

“No no no Carmy, don’t baby me. You and your huge ego can go fuck each other because you don’t follow the rules of *no screaming* at me in the kitchen! You don’t! You just prance around cause you’re the owner of the place and you don’t have any consideration for anyone else than you and your dick and you seriously need to back off cause you’re embarr-“

He slowly got up, stalking you down and back you against the table.

“What else baby? Tell me more…”

You scoffed

“Oh you fucker. You’re getting one outta this huh? You dirty fuck! I’m trying to have a serious-

“More or so rambling, not very serious”

“A SERIOUS conversation with you, and you just wanna get your dick sucked!”

“Bae. Baby. Love of my life. I know that if I put my hands down your pants, you’d be fucking wet too. I know you get a ride outta this too, so don’t try me.”

His tattooed hand grabbed your neck, and a devilish grin formed on his face.

“Carmy… baby, we don’t have time for th-“

“Shhh, lemme make you feel good, ‘kay?”

You nodded sheepishly, biting your lip. He turned you around, so that your ass was against his hips.

“Fuck.. you drive me crazy Carmy…”

He kissed your neck, pulled your pants down, and took his dick out. He swiped the tip against your pussy, grinning when your juices were already glistening.

“Huh. You’re so wet, just like I thought. If you wanted me so bad you could’ve just said so… now try to be quiet baby cause I’m about to rock your shit…”

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EHEHEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEH😈😈😈

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Fully convinced Carmy would be such a slut when he gets comfy around you 👀👀👀

OOP

AMALIAAA😈😈😈

Once Carmen gets comfy around you, he’s a SSLUUTT. He wears minimal clothing, wants you to wear minimal clothing, he’s always tryna fuck, coming behind you, holding your hips, and if you’re bending down picking up the laundry, he’ll come from behind and act like he’s hitting u from the back😭😭. AND HE TALKS FUCKING DIRTY

“I wanna fuck you so bad baby…”

“Need to feel this pretty fucking pussy on my face”

“ please baby, please… lemme eat it”

He’s obsessed with your lips (both pairs 😈) your ass, your tits… but he’s an ass man. HAVE U SEEN HIS HANDS?

Grabs your ass over jeans when you’re walking down the street, and he loves the eye rolls Richie gives. Ass slaps, boob hickeys… ALL THE TIME I NEED SLUT CARMY

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@celestianstars (i messed up when I posted lmao ) very +18

He just wants to make his girl happy🥹🥹 and that makes his whole fucking day, especially when he lays you down on the bed after a long day, a long nice shower and a food coma. He spreads your legs gently, cooing when he sees the wet patch on your underwear. He kisses your right knee, left calf, right inner thigh and pushes your underwear off. He's so close to your heat that you can feel his warm breath against you, making you squirm.

When he finally gets a lick in, it's like white hot heat all over you, his wet tongue tasting you for the first time in a week. It slithered through you, feeling your clit and folds. He makes you moan and squirm and Oh my god Carmy when he spits on your clit, diving right back in, not ashamed of the lewd slurping sounds he’s making. His strong nose brushes against you when his tongue goes down and stiffens to fuck you, gathering all of your wetness. He groans and shakes his head, and your toes curl to the point of cramping up when he hums, making you cum.

When he comes back up- and takes a long, exaggerated gulp of air, the tip of his nose all the way to his chin is glistening in you, his eyes are a dark, lusty blue, he has on his face, a dopey smile.

He’s happy you’re happy.

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NRRGHHHH

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Handsy making out with Carmy when he makes you dinner at his place one night and you end up in his lap and he’s encouraging you to grind on his thigh I…girl 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

This man activates my malewife needer kink (LMAO)

I need someone to cook for me like if you cook for me?? You’re getting head after that cause you’re LITERALLY feeding me 😩😩 (in both ways)

But anyways

You’re like really, really in the mood when you come back from work and Carmy’s there, but he asks if you’ve eaten and u reluctantly say that you haven’t since 12:30, and he’s quick to pull you on the couch, kiss you, turn the TV on for you and go make a meal.

And once you’re done, belly full and your mood back to normal, you literally pounce on him. He laughs and lets you kiss him all over, but when you slip your tongue in his mouth he’s a goner. He becomes almost feral, he’s ripping your shirt off, planting hickeys on your tits, palming your ass with his big ass hands, and making you grind on his strong, right thigh. You whine into his mouth, and the way he looks at you could literally make you come on the spot. He pushes some stray pieces of hair back and COOES at you like some condescending sexy mofo

“Aw baby… you’re gonna get off like this? Yeah?”

“You’re so pretty for me baby, so fucking gorgeous”

He lifts the skirt you wore for work over your hips, revealing the little pair of underwear you wear with them. He grins at your expression, and you’re begging him to slap your ass. He obliged, and you double your efforts to hump his thigh. The denim is doing wonders for the friction, and you bury your face into his neck when you feel close. He guides your hips, helping you reach your high

“You’re gonna come baby? Good girl…”

“Makin a mess on my pants baby… relax, sshh, you’re so good to me”

“Yeaaahh, that’s it baby, come on my thigh like the good girl you are… my girl… love you so much”

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UMMMM I NEED ACTUALLY

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I know Carmy is nice and lean but I feel it in my bones he’s tear your ass up railing it from behind 😵‍💫

GUUURRRRL

Don’t GET ME STARTED ITS TOO LATE FOR THIS

BUT Yes

OMFF YEEESSS

This man, after a few rounds of training, learns how to put It deeooowwwnnn, AND WHEN HE DOES!? OOHHOOOHH YOURE IN FOR A RIDE. HE IS NKT LETTING GO OF YOU: HE HAS ONE HAND WRAPPES AROUND YOUR HAIR / BRAIDS AND AND ONE HAND ON YOUR HIP. AND HES IN YOUR GUTS REAL GOOD: WHITE BOY IS GETTING RED IN THE FAAACCCEEE

This man can fuck once he gets the right confidence to😌😌

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Jon in the gray sweatpants is sooo dbf trope you’re right bestie ugh 😖 working out with him but being like ummm is my form right? idk how to use this piece of equipment can you show me? dhdjdjd id be non stopppp till I’m bent over some gym equipment bc sir why do you look so good?!

Omfg yes and you’re like

“Jonny??🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹” and you’re giving him that face over your shoulder and he doesn’t know if he should look at your ass, your collarbones or your pout and he sighs and goes “yeah what’s up princess” because you’re literally a princess spoiled by your father

“Idk if my form is right I can’t see what she’s doing on the video……..☹️” and he KNOWS you’re teasing him but he just goes over, re-adjusts your form all while pushing his crotch into you, making you gasp and you can’t help but grab the jumping rope, put it around him and pulling him towards you cause “oooooo Jonny you’re being naughty, don’t know what my dad would say about this” AND HE JUST LOSES HIS SHIT AND YOURE BENT OVER EVERY SINGLE GYM THINGY UURRGGHH

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Carmy making a meal for you though? The way I’d be on the floor in .2 seconds to suck his soul out…you know he made it for you with love

Amalia you read my mf mind

Just him making you this elaaborate, laaaviiisshh meal and you don’t even wanna eat it at that point you just wanna make him sit down, take his dick out and have that kind of meal 🤭

But you eat it cause it’s good asf and it makes Carmy happy, and you even take seconds, cause it’s REALLY FUCKING DELICIOUS. And then you lay down on the couch for a good 30 mins, before crawling between his thighs, cause you’re “ready for dessert”

PFFFFFFFFF I NEED

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So I’m on episode 3 of The Bear and I loveeeee this omfg also Carmy….I’m down horrendously omfg I wanna hug him and make him feel less stressed but also ummmm he’s so hot pls rail me?! 🥵😩😮‍💨🥰🤭

Welcome to the club girly 🤭🤭🤭🤭😌😌😌

NO BECAUSE I ACTUALLY REWATCHED THE SHOW BECAUSE OF MY DOWN BAD ATTITUDE, but rewatching it made me see a lot more things, which was nice

Nah cause my stressed out boy Carmy who’d hug you and cry one second and use you like a pocket pussy the next😩😩😩😩 - Deserves thee most and I’m right here if he needs me😋😋

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happy v dayyyy ilysm! 💌💐💘💕

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY QUEEN ILY

Hope you have the best day ever!!💕💕💕

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this oscar gifset you reblogged made my brain explode he…he just…I….😵‍💫🤧🫠 he’s so sexy for what?! the way he’s talking to her and holding her goodbyE

EHEHEHEHEHEHE

He’s way too intense for this world… I know. I KNOW HE TALKS U THRU IT IKKKK

Like he’s just pushing your hands off, so that he has room to touch your face, cause he likes being connected with you like that. And he’s just rocking into you, and you can feel EVERYTHING. He’s over you like a blanket, and it’s just so overwhelming in the best way, and he’s so soft and hot. Your thighs are shaking, you’re gasping (cant even speak no more😭) and your hands are just tryna grab something, and he’s nose to nose with you, looking into your eyes and being the smoothest, most sweetest mf ever saying shit like:

“oh yeah baby, look at you, the prettiest girl ever…”

“yeah? You’re shaking baby,… I know, I know it’s a lot but you’re doing so well… taking me so well… so proud of you”

“fuck, you’re glowing honey, I love you, that sweet pussy’s taking me so fucking good…” 

And it’s so good and intense, and you can’t form a coherent sentence and you can’t even feel yourself cumming, but you can feel happy tears streaming down your face that he kisses away 🥹🥹

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Saw a tiktok that said “beard burn sounds real good rn” or something like that and then it was just pictures of Oscar with his salt n pepper beard and I…mhm 👀

YES YES YES

It sounds AMAZING I need it rn 😩😩like baaabeeyyyyy… this? Yeah we need this

Like you wake up, inner thighs SORE as a mofo and when u spread your legs, there’s red beard burns all over, and he can’t help but smirk -even though you’re slapping his chest playfully telling him it’s not funny- cause he was between your legs for hours the night before and yeah….