#but with those two.. i cant help but feel like i cant do anything

[yannaryartside]

MORE SYDCARMY INTIMATE HEADCANONS

and stories

Okay, more of Carmy as a pleasure dom

He discovered by total accident, or, more specifically, the right stimulation. He gets off by noticing how much she is getting off, and takes pleasure in her totally losing all shame and reservations.

Is the afternoon, they left the restaurant early after lunch service, and Syd asked Carmy to ride his face; he promptly obeyed, but this was the first time that she skirted down his throat. It was like the third time they had sex, so Sydney is feeling a little flustered.

So afterward, she is just laying in her stomach naked, asking him to give her a minute so she can start riding him, but she feels Carmy beginning to kiss her neck, her back, and her ass, she thinks is just more foreplay until Carmy ask "Can I fuck you like this?" she says yes without thinking it much because they never tried that position before. "I always wanted to have you like this, since you showed me the tattoos on your back" he whispered into her ear.

And before she could reply, he is inside of her, his hips smacking her ass in a circle that was driving her mad. He rests his whole body against her, supporting himself in his forearms as he continues to fuck her. He kisses her neck and bites her shoulder. Sydney tries to scream into the pillow and Carmy removes the pillow, saying "Please, Sydney, let me hear you," which baffles Sydney and makes her plead: "Carmy, no, I...my neighbors" and Carmy says: "put your arms up Syd, and I will help you be quiet" she does and Carmy moves his hand under her jaw, letting a finger in front of her mouth. Those are Carmys fingers, and Sydney cannot stop herself from sucking him into her mouth. One, then two.

"you came in my throat," he whispers in her ear "like the good girl you are, you are so pretty, please dont hide yourself from me ever again, that little pretty ass, those gorgeous tits that fit perfectly in my mouth, you are mine...you are mine now" Syd continues to suck his fingers until he moves his hand, making her turn her head to the side and open her mouth "common baby, say for me, tell me how much you like this..." She does, and he pulls out to come on her ass, smacking it afterwards.

Sydney then rolls around, and Carmy rests his head between her breasts; both of them are a little shy; they hug, and they talk about it later at dinner.

He experiences it again a couple of days later when they are doing missionary, and Syd has her eyes closed "Oh no, don't you hide your eyes from me, you know how many times I had searched for your yes thought service and you don't look at me?...you don't get to do that Syd, I want you so much, cant you see?"

More headcanons

Carmy is a munch; I think that is more canon than the color of his eyes. But this also turns him into a perv into anything that involves tasting and smelling. He keeps Sydney's bandanas to smell the oil she uses in her hair. If Syd forgot to shower after a work day and had to take a shower early the next morning, he would steal the discarded panties and give them a good sniff.

I wonder if maybe they didn't jump to have sex right after confessing they had feelings; actually, their confession probably was a lot of angst. Followed by passionate kissing.

So when they had sex for the fist time, it kinda started by accident. They were in Sydney's apartment, and Carmy asked her: "do you have like a really nasty combination of food you will be embarrassed other chefs would know," and she responded, "I will taste yours if you taste mine" And Carmy made Sydney suck a special sauce on top of a strawberry, while he was holding the strawberry, and that made him think of her sucking the tip of his cock. Syd has a little of sauce on her fingers, and her lips, and Carmy jumps to lick her fingers and steal a kiss, which basically starts a contest of stealing kisses that turns into their first time together.

That first time, Carmy got her naked while he only discarded his shirt and proceeded to put her in the bed and jump between her legs to eat her out, leaning over the edge of the bed and holding her legs up. He touches her breasts and kisses her stomach before moving to give open kisses to her pussy. Syd holds into Carmys air, flustered and embarrassed of being the only one naked, but surprised of how much that turns her on.

She asks him afterward if he has trouble getting naked, and carmy confesses being a little insecure about it, and that started their first dynamic as a dom/sub, Sydney guiding him to do whatever he is more comfortable. He only discarded his clothes entirely the second time.

this is the face Carmy makes the first time Syd goes down on him. while she tease him "are you not gonna let me taste your cock, baby? don't be bad" and every time after that he is just "come sit in my lap baby"

There is alot of bitting and licking.

Oils and sauces are used to support foreplay and the licking and biting.

Carmy loves to bite Sys panties while they fuck

They are anxious babies, so they either fuck reaaally slow or really hard, usually the one after the other.

He loves challenging her, and after a month of dating, he gets pretty confident while talking to her, sometimes when they are just walking and picking ingredients: "You are my little nasty girl, huh? you cannot wait to ride my face and tell me how good I am for you?"

part 3 more of Sydney as a brat may come later

[looksm]

a bit possessive

— bf!daniel park x gf!reader

— its hard having a good looking boyfriend, sometimes you cant help but feel possessive over your bf.

your boyfriend that wags his imaginary tail whenever you're around. will praise the ground you walk on and is on the go to be your servant.

daniel who only wants to protect you from the world and keep you from any harm, he's quick to make sure you are always okay and safe whenever he's not around.

dates with daniel is just him following behind you, eyes only on you as you two walk around a mall. you're quite possessive over him, in his new body or original body, daniel is a pretty boy so other girls are always gawking at him.

daniel is kinda clueless when he sees you become more touchy in public, making him bend his knees so you can give him a kiss in public that makes his cheeks go into a red color.

going to the food court, and sitting besides him instead of in front of him, he doesn't really think much of it as he continues to munch on his food like a starved puppy. hes too busy eating to realize the random girls walking pass you two and stare a bit longer at daniel. he feels your small hand on his thigh, he freezes for a bit and looks over at you with curious puppy eyes.

you dont say anything and continue to look at him with your cute innocent face as you rub your hand up and down his thigh. "what are you doing?" he asks putting his fork down and swallowing his food. "nothing.." you smile cutely taking a sip of your lemonade as your hand went higher.

thats when he sees right thru you, you're so cute.. a pout forming on those lips of yours the longer he stares at you. you were jealous, and he doesn't know why cause you are the only girl he looks at but he knows a way to solve this problem. good thing a private bathroom was near.

"so fucking pretty fuck.. " daniel groans as he slows his moves to stare as his dick goes in and out of your pretty pussy from the back as you try and hold onto the sink. you whine in return and stare at him thru the mirror. "danny..." you whisper as you back up on him as a sign for him to not stop.

daniel who has a grip on your hips with both his hands rams his big dick back into you making you gasp. "this little skirt, cute ass and pretty pussy all for me.. fuck you make me crazy.." daniel smacks your ass making you squeak and before you can say anything daniel is back to pounding into you, his dick basically digging inside of you.

"danny!" you yelp and hide your face away from the mirror. "baby look up" daniel commands stopping for a second to get you away from holding onto the sink and wrapping an arm around your torso as he holds you close to him making you look at yourself into the mirror.

hes back to smaking his hips against your ass, reaching deeper inside your pussy thats for sure bruise now from his relentless pounding. "you're so damn perfect babe" he groans feeling you squeeze him.

you're mind goes into mush watching yourself thru the mirror as daniels big frame towers over you as he pounds into you, love juice going down your thigh, and the hottest thing of all was daniel's brows knitted together and sweat forming in his forehead.

the only things that would come out your mouths were little uh uh uhs not even caring at whoever was knocking on the other side of the door. "fuck danny.. you're all mine." you manage to say in one breath and hold onto his arm, getting closer to cumming.

"im all yours" he says bitting the tip of your ear that causes a shiver to go down your back and to coat his dick, he follows after you with a moan and pulls out cumming on your delicious thighs.

he releases his grip from your torso and has you stumbling for a bit but your boyfriend is quick to catch you. you two are breathless and continue to stare at each other before daniels lips form to a smile. "i fucking love you y/n..." he says out of breath before pulling you to a quick kiss. "love you too.." you blush and soon enough you two start to get ready again, and heading out.

holding hands and making sure every time you pass by any girl who stares sees the hicking on his neck, cause he is all yours.

im sorta crazy for daniel... also the plot got lost 😭 this was supposed to be golden retriever bf daniel but things went sideways

[magicwordorchestra]

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fuck i should go to sleep cause ive got school in the morning but. listening to 30/90 by andrew garfield got me fucked up

[puppppppppy]

i feel like. theres designing a character with certain themes and motifs in mind, and then theres making a gijinka for the water bottle on my nightstand

[persy-r-bozo]

[moeblob]

What Deacon thinks: what did that mean? did he want me to wear a collar too? why else would he mention my neck? i mean, if he /asked/ me i would wear one but he didn't so would wearing one be weird?

What Ymber meant: It's nice to be near someone who isn't tethered to this world to serve it with a physical reminder for all to see.

[lemongogo]

can i ask.how u guys practice ur creativity <3 how u practice ur imagination or like.. how u experiment with ur art, how u come to ideas and how u develop them.<3 pretty please <3

[dogboytits]

i know its been said before but it truly is absolutely fucking crazy to me that saying that the genocide in palestine is bad is like.. a radical and controversial take. i cannot believe that more usamericans arent fucking furious that their tax money is being spent on committing genocide. why does no one give a shit. i feel like im losing it for real

[thediktatortot]

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[moonlit-orchid]

good evening to everyone except a certain few fucking anons

[caffeinatedopossum]

All of my friends are either suicidal or have anorexia or both and I don't know what to do with all of this worry

[widevibratobitch]

aaaaaaand it's starting. mom's bestie just texted me asking to come over this weekend cause it's Bad and it's probably the last chance to talk and maybe say goodbye to my mom's husband and i need to take care of her. god. i wont get through this weekend unless im high or drunk istg.

[dancing-with-stars]

guys. guys !!!!

[navramanan]

I'm so angry i'm so so unbelievalby angry.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[thisweknow]

I very much understand your frustration with the "you! are! valid!" Tumblr culture from the mid-2010s, that was something that honestly made me feel so isolated as a teenager. I hated hearing "it gets better!" and watching my life fall further and further apart with everyone telling me that it would all be fine one day. It felt hypocritical. It WAS hypocritical—to tell me my feelings and my experiences were valid and then to just absolutely steamroll me when I expressed my frustrations and fears.

I started to favor the phrase "everything changes" around the time I turned 16. I liked the idea of neutrality, it was something I'd seen as a suggestion relating to body positivity, which I struggle(d) with greatly. The basic premise was that if you couldn't say anything positive, try saying something neutral. Everything changes is neutral. It's not saying it'll get better necessarily, but not that it would be worse, either. It felt like the closest to a truth I could have. What I was dealing with in any given moment wouldn't last forever. Everything changes, my circumstances today are entirely different than my circumstances tomorrow, even if it doesn't always feel like it.

I've let that phrase carry me for years. In the bad moments I remind myself that everything changes, and the world parts that suck won't suck so immediately forever. In the good moments I remind myself that everything changes, and I should hold on to those and savor them for what they are, even if they're peppered in with the worst moments.

It's not to say that I don't remember the bad moments now—I very much do. I can remember a lot of the trauma of my childhood and if I let myself sit with it for too long I can feel what it was like to sit awake at 3 AM sobbing in my room wishing that I was no longer here. I don't think I will ever truly forget that. I can say that those parts aren't the part on my mind anymore. When I look back at my life I tend to look with rose colored glasses at the parts that were good. The moments I spent with my friends, the nights I'd sneak out to ride my bike in the peace and silence of the small town I lived in, the rehearsals for plays that I dreaded going to but loved being in, the way my dog would curl up at my feet and sleep there all night when I was sad—the list goes on. The bad parts are still very much remembered and acknowledged, but the good parts are the ones I think about and the ones I miss.

I know that I struggled for a long time with feeling guilty about having moments I looked back on that I didn't hate. This was especially true after leaving an abusive relationship. I knew the person I had left had been abusive and had done horrible things to me, that I had sustained damages that I wasn't sure I could recover from. Yet I still had moments I looked back on fondly. Moments where I had genuinely cared for my abuser, moments of sweetness and moments of joy, moments of calm and peace that I hadn't had with anyone else. I felt like looking at those moments somewhat fondly cheapened my experiences, as if it was somehow an admission of fraud to acknowledge that even the worst thing that had ever happened to me had its silver linings. It took years of therapy and dedicated self work to finally understand that abuse doesn't happen in a vacuum and that it's okay to miss those good moments, however many there might be, even when we know the overall situation was awful.

It's okay to savor the good things when they come your way. A journal entry from when I was about 17 sums it up really well: I don't want to be happy all of the time. If I was happy all of the time I wouldn't really feel happy anymore, would I? It would just be my normal, my neutral. I want to feel positive at least 75% of the time, that's my goal. I want to feel sad sometimes, too. I want to feel angry and hurt, I want to feel excited and happy and in love, too. I want to experience every emotion life has to offer, even the sucky ones. I don't think I would appreciate happiness if I didn't experience everything else, yknow?

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.