warnings: nsfw obvi, slight season 3 spoilers, regular yellowjackets spoilers,
i think with everything going on in the wilderness, he would like to feel some type of control. soft dom coded.
when the days are a little rougher, or you’re both just needier, it’s ROUGH. like, against a tree rough.
but mostly it’s soft passionate love
this baby is inexperienced but he’s eager to learn!!
he loves to study what makes your back arch or your moan pitch a little higher
usually he’s a missionary boy, he likes to see your face and kiss you and just love you. he’ll run his hands over your thighs and hold your hips.
when he’s feeling a little more rough, one of your legs is thrown over his shoulder and his hand is loose around your throat.
when you two first started “dating,” he was more hesitant and let you take control when things were getting heated. despite his tough exterior he really didn’t want to mess things up with you, or make you uncomfortable.
now, after months of being together he knows when you want more, or when you want him to take control.
you two sneak out every so often, telling the girls your “hunting” or something like that. it always ends up with you riding him in the forest lol
sometimes when you two are awake in the middle of the night, you sneak over to his little hut and fuck, his hand clamped over your mouth as he guides your hips on his !!!
he’s suuuuch a kiss guy. he leaves open mouthed kisses on your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks. he likes to claim you as his so the girls don’t get any ideas lol
WHIMPERS. especially when he’s supposed to be quiet.
but he loves talking to you, and you talking to him, hearing your voice gets him going.
also gets really turned on with you get rough with him, pulling his hair, nipping at his neck or clawing your nails down his arms.
roommate! carmen who comes in late at night and sees you on the couch, curled up with a blanket half kicked off, smiling to himself and putting a blanket over you.
roommate! carmen who feeds you new recipes, hand under your chin to refrain from spilling and eyes watching every muscle in your face as you taste it, anxious for a review.
roommate! carmen who lets you do the decorating, (i mean.. we’ve seen his apartment.) fluffy pillows on the couch and cute blankets and pinterest worthy pictures hung on the wall. he thinks it’s sweet, as long as it’s not too girly.
roommate! carmen who’s a little too domestic sometimes. eyes lingering on you when you just wake up, brushing your teeth together, cooking for you, sometimes putting his shirts in your laundry piles so you can “accidentally” wear it..
roommate! carmen who puts the songs you blast in your room on his playlists, even if they are a little girly.
roommate! carmen who picks you up when you get too drunk on a girls night. blushing when you hold onto his arm and lean on it. staying in the same bed with you after he hears your drunken pleads.
roommate! carmen who has to tear his gaze away from you when you emerge out of your bedroom. red silky dress, big tshirt, or even just your work uniform, he’s entranced.
roommate! carmen who will come in late, doing everything extremely quiet on the off chance that you are asleep. he even will shut your door if you left it open, or wait to shower in the morning.
roommate! carmen who will bring you your favorite from the bear, even if it means making an extra or just boxing a leftover.
roommate! carmen who gets excited when he gets to leave early, meaning he can see you awake, have a conversation and even have a meal together.
roommate! carmen who will comfort you if you have a bad day, making you food and sitting on the couch with you, watching whatever stupid movie netflix puts out.
roommate! carmen who has to physically stop himself from touching you. whether its a comforting hug, tucking a strand of hair away, or bending you over the counter, he clenches his hand in a fist by his side, or goes for a classic run through his hair.
roommate! carmen who brings you to the restaurant, glaring at richie if he looks for a little too long and smiling to himself when tina shows you how to chop like a professional.
roommate! carmen who lets you bum as many cigarettes as you want, holding out his lighter for you to lean your cigarette into.
roommate! carmen who shows you little actions of love. leading you through the restaurant with a hand on your back, folding your laundry, rolling your joints or doing little things around the house that are usually your job.
roommate! carmen who does NOT approve of whatever guy you’re seeing at the time, glaring or giving little remarks that could be deemed jokes.
roommate! carmen who somehow let himself fall in love with you. he imagines you two living together in a relationship way, in a married domestic way. he lets himself look at you for too long, or imagine what your hair would look sprawled out around his pillow.
roommate! carmen who couldn’t possibly tell you how he feels. he wouldn’t dare make you uncomfortable or say anything to lose what you two already have.
roommate! carmen who has so much self doubt he doesn’t see your own lingering stares and touches as anything but platonic.
warnings: death, angst, ache and hurt and blah blah blah
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the beef is alive. like the alive you, mikey and richie would fantasize about after a long night of work. like the alive you all worked so hard to achieve. late nights, aching knees from scrubbing the little spots on the floors, throbbing headaches from paperwork, sore backs from being hunched over the cutting board, all don’t seem too bad when you listen to the bustle of the restaurant.
mikey was leaned against the counter, watching the kitchen running at a steady pace, listening to richie mingle with the customers, and watching you.
you navigated through the kitchen with one hand balancing a tray of perfectly articulated food above your head, the other fiddling with the towel that hung from your apron, for the inevitable spills. you looked like you belonged, and you did. you tear your gaze away from tina, who’s mixing furiously at some potatoes, and you meet mikey’s gaze. he’s sat there, hair unruly from running his fingers through it, arms crossed over his chest, and a fond smile you’ve seen so many times.
“what’re you up to, berzatto?” you smile, catching his gaze with a teasing tone. you walk up, standing infront of him with that amused smile he loves.
he smiles, tilting his head to the side with his gaze fixed on you. “just admirin’.”
you roll your eyes playfully. “right.” you say, in a rather unconvincing tone.
mikey leans forward, grabbing your belt loops and pulling you into him, nearly making you drop the tray of food he meticulously made. you let him drag you over, setting the food down on the counter besides him. he holds your waist in place; not like he normally did, in a more loving and gentle way. you hold onto his biceps, looking up at him.
“do you remember that night in senior year?” he smiles. “gonna have to be more specific, babe.” you smile, raising a brow.
mikey grins a little wider. “before the last football game, when we left early and went to the spot.” you giggle with a fond smile, nodding softly. “yeah, when you bought me that shitty milkshake.” you recall the night, the cigarette you shared, the sky you looked up at and the way his car rust got on your fingers when you two sat on the hood. you both laugh, mikey nodding. “when you told me all about those stars.” he smiles, his voice nostalgic and happy, a tone of voice that could only be used when recalling very certain memories of his.
“yeah, i remember.” you nod, sharing that same nostalgic tone. “you told me you loved me that night, yeah?” you tilt your head to the side, a thumb that lays on his arm starts to run back and forth.
he nods, smiling a little wider. “yeah.” he confirms, looking up at you with a love most haven’t even imagined. “realized it when you went on and on about that constellation. the uh- the orion.”
you smile in recognition. “that’s when you realized it?” you ask, feigning disbelief, an amused smile replacing up your earlier nostalgic one. the boy nods again with that smile before you speak up again. “i have something to confess.” you admit. he leans up, raising a brow and pulling you closer by your waist, your legs entangled with his. “do tell.”
“remember when i uh, told you about all the constellations. cassiopeia and all that?” you ask, a faint blush adorning your cheeks. mikey nods, like you were about to tell him the ending to a story he grew up on. “oh yeah. you were, uh…” he pauses, his gaze flickering away for a moment, almost like he’s embarrassed. “you were really good at it, y’know. remembering all those… what, like, thirty-something constellations in the night sky?” his hands squeeze your waist in endearment.
you nod, brushing a hand over your face in embarrassment. “so uh, after the first time we watched the stars, that night after the hoco game, i um-“ you pause and chuckle, shaking your head. “i memorized the constellations, and shit about them so i could impress you.”
his smile widens at this confession, a low and breathy laugh escaping him. he shifts his weight on his feet, his hand finding yours. "you did, huh?" he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, the action absentminded but meaningful. “you never told me that. why'd you go through all that trouble just to impress me?" he tugs you closer.
“wanted you to like me. the orion stuff was real though, learned it in middle school.” you admit, a faint pink painting your cheeks. he tugs you closer, his heart nearly skipping a beat, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in a lopsided smile. “that’s sweet.” he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around your waist and engulfing you in a hug. “you didn’t have to, though. i was smitten the first time i saw ya.” he grins, feeling your arms wrap around his neck, your chin resting on his shoulder. “i know that now.” you smile, feeling his chest rumble against yours. he hums in response while his calloused hand begins to rub his back, ensuing a comfortable silence between you two.
after a couple beats of silence, your brain focuses on the soft hum of combined conversations in the dining room. you smile, remembering the times you and your boyfriend bent backwards to get this place started. your hand rests on the nape of his neck while your fingertips run on the messy hair that lays on it.
“it’s alive in here, mikey.” you say, almost astounded, like the day would never come. he smiles, dipping his head down to press a kiss to your clothed shoulder. “it is.” he hums and rests his chin in its place on your shoulder. “we’re doin’ good.”
his hand rubs small light circles on your back as he listens to the sound of customers and the music richie insisted on playing, his fingers eventually trailing to the apron strings you two decided on. the whole place was a reminder of everyone he loved; from the dark blue sign you drew to the recipes his mom made, he was loved. you two sit in the moment for awhile, relishing in the comfort of the building. it was a contrast from the usual running around you two did, trying to get enough money to pay the bills or telling richie to chill out.
eventually you speak up again, “we’re doin’ good.” you echo, tightening your grip on him and burying your forehead in the crook of his neck.
so here you stood, leaning against the counter like he used to, listening to carmen and richie argue unreasonably loud about something you aren’t really listening to. the lights seemed dimmer than the ones that lit up mikey’s face, and dark blue of your apron seemed washed out, even though they were new.
you’re lost in thought, eyes boring into the new dish sydney had made. it looked good, it was good. everyone tasted it. but you can’t help but think: would mikey like it? would he change it? did he even know what risotto was?
suddenly sydney’s voice infiltrates the memory of you and mikey, snapping you out of it and reminding you that no, he’s not really here. you look up at her, mumbling an apology and something about being tired. you raise your hand, forking a bite of the food into your mouth. you nod, raising your eyebrows and putting on that strong face you always did, the one mikey could see right through. “really good, syd.” you say around the food, giving her a smile when she says thank you and walks away.
your smile falters as you turn around to throw the plastic fork away, being met with the flickering lights of the old bulbs, the silence of the dining room. being met with the empty space your lover used to fill, before he decided everything was too much, before you could save him.
he loveeeeessss putting a leg on his shoulder and holding your ankle, pressing kisses into your calf or ankle (IM OBSESSED)
he loves a good mounting position, pounding into you knowing your thighs are about to give out
^^^ he'd wraps his forearm around your chest/neck putting you into a chokehold., your hand comes up to hold his forearm and dig your nails into his skin
a munch i fear.
his glasses are fogged up and his mouth is drenched, liquids dripping down his chin. his two big hands are wrapped around your thighs to keep them open, his nose hits your clit everytime he tilts his head. his scruff meeting your sensitive inner thighs!!
^^^ he also presses on your stomach to stop your squirming.
“jus’ another one baby i know you can do it”
he loves it and almost cums everytime you do
hair puller if y'all do doggy, but he prefers the mount or missionary, also doesn’t mind you riding him
but the riding always ends up him slamming his cock into you while you hold yourself up on his chest, head tilted back moaning nonsense.
hehehehehhehehshaushdusjajakemjdkz👅👅👅😈😈😈👅👅😈😈
he just wants to see your pretty face
i feel his actions are rough (pulling your hair, biting, choking, that type shi) but his words are sweet. he praises you smmm
“doing sooo good for me honey just one more second.. i know, shh i know baby i'm so close.”
HE TALKS YOU THROUGH ITTTTUH
also a breeding kink i’m sorry i love dad!ted so bad. he’s so father coded
he knows his hands and voice are hot and ABUSES that power.
^ you’re on top of him, naked, him shirt off but pants on. he’s got his fingers plunged into you while you can’t help but squirm and kick on top of him, face pressing into his neck to try and keep your moans in. he eventually uses the hand he was using to rub your back to holding your ankle to stop your kicking. you resort to an arch of the back and a scream of the name. good taste🤌
he’s also a hand holder. i’ll die on this hill.
also LOVES a soft morning cuddle fuck, you waking up to his hands on your stomach, pinky toying with the waistband of your panties!!!!
had to get that out of my system. i have more ofc if yall want 👅
Isaac pounding into u in missionary while ur supposed to be quiet, so all you can do is hold onto his biceps and shoulders, digging your nails into his smooth skin 🫡
oh anon i just about died (also im assuming this is female reader so im writing for that but if not please lmk!)
FRUSTRATED
warnings: slightly like public..? (the boys are in the house) choking, blowjob, pnv, degradation and praise , reader is on birth control and life is perfect🫡, nsfw obviously … porn w/o a plot :3 my first smutty thing so critics and suggestions are HIGHLY appreciated
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it’s 2am in the group house..
with tanner streaming.. nobody in the house is asleep. you can tell isaac’s frustrated (with tanner and sexually) he’s tossing and turning in your shared bed, ripping the blanket off of you (accidentally) and putting his limbs ALL over you.
he rolls over to his side, looking at you. you turn your head to face him, before you can ask what’s up he smashes his lips into yours, putting his hand on your hip and holding himself up with the other.
you giggle into the kiss and start to straddle him, going for a little make out sesh when isaac puts his hand up your shirt, trying to take it off.
“isaac baby literally everybody is awake we absolutely cannot” he smiles to himself, “just be quiet for me baby i know you can” he kisses you, your hands going for his hair and his hands going for your shirt. he pulls away and looks at you while pulling the shirt over your head, leaving you in your underwear.“so pretty baby.” he starts to kiss down your neck and to your tits, swirling his tongue around your nipple and squishing the other one (because he doesn’t want one to be “left out”)
you smile and watch his pretty face move around you chest and you start to sway your hips against his, moving your hands up to his neck and his hair. between pants and kisses, you manage to squeeze out “isaac… pants.. off.” he pulls away, leaving your hands to fall to his bare chest. you lift yourself up and help him to take his sweats off. “you next baby”
you kiss him, before making your way down his chest down to his boxers. you play with his waistband as you make your way down, you kiss down his happy trail and peel his boxers off, with help from isaac, his cock springs free. you lick the bottom all the way to the tip and begin to wrap your mouth around it. his hands make you a makeshift pony tail and he lightly guides you.
he’s whining and groaning, your slobber dripping down and pooling around the base of his cock. he starts to squirm and slightly thrust into your mouth, “baby baby no no wait.” he looks down at you and pulls your hair in his hands, making you come up off his dick, you look up at him with teary eyes.
“i can’t cum yet baby i need to be inside of you.”
he lays you down besides him and starts to take off your panties. “these are so cute y/n” you giggle and lift your hips to help him, cold air hitting your heat, making you subconsciously close your legs. isaac grabs your knees and makes them spread wide, he dips his hand down to play with your pussy, making sure you’re ready to take him. his lengthy fingers go down to the wet slick and up to your clit. he circles around your clit and dips his fingers into you, he’s curling his fingers in you, watching how you pussy sucks his fingers in, clenching around him. your eyebrows cling together as you try your very best to stay quiet. his fingers leave your heat, circling your clit a couple more times before stroking his cock, using your slick to lube it up.
“jesus baby, you’re so fuckin’ wet. you ready for me?”
you nod, opening your legs wider for him. his hands go to the back of your knees, handling you to just the right position. he starts to push his tip into your dripping pussy, he bites his lip and puts your legs closer to your chest, trying to go as deep as he can. the tip of his cock reaches your g-spot as your clot meets the base. your eyebrows are furrowed together, eyes glued to where you two meet.
“keep going isaac, please.”
he looks down at you with adoration, starting to thrust into you, his hands wander to your tits and your neck, his left hand starts to form around your neck, giving it a slight squeeze. as he starts going faster, hitting that spot with his dick every time, you start to move your hips with his, clit rubbing against his pelvic bone (maybe idk) eliciting whines and pathetic sounds from you.
“shhh shh baby i know i know.”
his hand against your neck starts to tighten. your hands wander from his shoulders to his face, to his biceps.
“isaac, i can’t, i can’t.”
you start whining and moaning, digging your nails into his big arms, attempting to suppress how your boyfriends cock is making you feel. your back arches as your head digs into the pillow behind you. he leans over you, your tits hitting his chest with every thrust. he leans over to your ear, “you can baby i know you can just shhhh i know. it’s okay honey i know.” his hand goes from your throat to your mouth. he loves this. he loves how you completely melt into him and can barely control yourself. he watches as your back arches and eyes squeeze shut. he bites his lip, keeping back the moans that he usually is able to let free. (damn those boys!)
“look at me baby cmon you know what i want you to do. you gotta be quiet”
both of his hands move to frame your hips, getting his dick impossibly deeper into you. your eyes open to look at him, your hands going to his biceps, squeezing them with your nails, you bite your lip and move your hands from his biceps to his shoulders. as he pounds into you, your hands run over his smooth skin, trying not to ruin it with anymore crescent shaped indents. as your hands continue wandering around his torso, him bullying your poor cunt starts to get to him, he starts to whine and say incoherent nonsense.
“oh fuck baby baby baby,” he hushes himself, head going down to look at him inside of you. you look to admire how amazing he looks right now, your nail marks in his arms, his curly hair slightly sticking to his neck from his sweat, his abs and chest glistening with sweat and the lowlights of your bedside lamp lighting him up in the most angelic way, his arms popping with muscle and veins. your hands go to cup his face and wander around his neck and hair before one has to leave to cover your mouth.
“isa- isaac..” “i know baby i know, let it out you’re doing so good for me.”
your wet cunt clenched around his cock and your legs get shaky, your hand clamps to your mouth as he pounds you through your orgasm. your back is arching into the air and his pretty face comes down to kiss and suck on your tits, helping you through the high.
“just a little more baby, i’m sorry, i know.” his dick still roughly fucking into you makes you squirm and whimper with overstimulation. he whines nonsense as his thrusts get sloppy and his hips start stuttering. “i’m cumming baby i’m, fuck.” his hands squeeze your thighs impossibly tight as he whines and whimpers into his orgasm. you hold his face with one hand, ready to clamp it over his mouth if he gets too loud, and squeeze his bicep with the other hand as he cums in you.
you both pant as he pulls his cock out of you, cum dripping down to your ass as you clench around nothing, he bends down over to kiss you and kisses down your neck until his nose meets the crook of your neck. “you are so good to me y/n. i love you so much. so so so so good to me.” you smile at his words, mumbling an “i love you too” at him, too tired and worn out to kiss him back.
he stands up and grabs a towel from his bathroom, wetting it and wiping you off, when your all cleaned up he comes over and slips your shirt and underwear on as he sticks his legs through his boxers. isaac lays down with his arms out, inviting you to lay your head onto his chest. you do so and smile at him, giving him a peck on the lips. his big hands rub against your back in a slow comforting motion, kissing your forehead. suddenly tanners loud booming through the house was not affecting you falling asleep..
she speaks
oh hey what are u doing here… this is awkward… 😅.. ummmm leave criticism and suggestions please for me. i don’t ever write smut so im like… scared idk🙈
