started: 10.30.21 last updated: 11.25.22. most recent work: simple favor
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Blurbs☆
Smut🔥 Fluff🌸 Angst ☔️
The Bear
Teaching Carmy how to make soul food
Carmy after the first time ☆ 🌸
Sick Day ☆🌸
carmy gets sick
Non Slip ☆🌸
since you’re always at The Beef, you figure you should wear the proper attire
The last fuck up ☆☔️🌸
when things get crazy at The Bear, Carmy completely forgets about dinner with your parents (with doesn’t help the fact that they aren’t his biggest fans)
Carmy as a dad ☆🌸
Carmy recreating your ~taste~ ☆🔥
Outer Banks
Simple favor ☆ 🔥
after you accumulate numerous back problems from your pouge adventures, JJ offers some relief
Both Sides (unfinished) ★
y/n is a cousin of Kiara on father’s side and Kelce on her mother’s she. When she mends her relationship with Kiara she’s forced to find a balance between the pouges and kooks.
Friendly Advice ★🔥
topper asks rafe for some tips in the bedroom, rafe thinks of the perfect way to give him a lesson
Housemates (abandoned)
while her parents are away, Kiara is supposed to stay with the Cameron’s. She’s mortified to learn that Rafe’s family is also away, leaving them alone in the Cameron house.
Rafe Cameron: the gold, the cross, & you ☆☔️
after betraying her boyfriend by working with the pouges all summer, y/n is shocked when he asks her to leave with him and his family, leaving her to make a very difficult decision
JJ Maybank: a surfer & his savior★🌸 1 2
of course JJ is the only person to surf during nasty weather, leaving him and the lifeguard, y/n, alone
Rafe Cameron: Christmas with a Kook ☆🌸
Rafe takes y/n along with him on the annual Cameron Christmas trip to their ski lodge.
Harry Potter
Fred Weasley: Valentines Day ☆🌸
y/n’s a little disappointed in Fred’s lack of planning for V Day. Slight slight angst if you squint with fluff at the end
Fred Weasley: Let me kiss your hand ☆ 🌸
Fred finds out Umbridge punished y/n for sneaking around with him.
Fred Weasley: Thanksgiving at the Burrow ☆🌸
Fred takes you home to show his family what thanksgiving is
13 reasons why
Jeff Atkins: Letterman ☆🌸
jeff gives y/n his letterman jacket
Jeff Atkins: Vday ☆🌸
Jeff surprises y/n after lowering her expectations for valentines day
Charlie St. George: Homecoming ☆🔥
after y/n broke up with monty, things have been a little tense between her and his best friend leading up to homecoming night
Marvel
Peter Parker: put your head on my shoulder ☆🌸
feeling defeated after not making any moves on MJ during the class trip, Peter is in for quite the surprise on the flight home
watching Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 3 felt like saying goodbye to my high school friend group before we all left for different colleges, knowing that while we might keep in touch, we were never going to be this group ever again, and a huge chapter of our lives was over...and i can't remember the last time i cried that much in the theater.
Summary: while talking about his recent lawsuit, Eduardo notices an uninterested bystander and is immediately intrigued
Warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), premature ejaculation
a/n: if you couldn’t tell, I rewatched the social network
After the settlement of the lawsuit, Eduardo found himself to be fairly content. At first he enjoyed retelling the tale of him standing up to his old friend.
Soon, talking about the case eventually became draining. For such a long time he just wanted it to be over and once it was it seems to take up a bigger fraction of his life. He felt he was constantly filling people in on the details the media messed up or simply left out.
Tonight wasn’t much different than that. Eduardo decided to go to a bar, the most upscale and expensive one he could find- mostly in hopes of everyone ignoring him. His hopes fell through of course and he was stuck in his usual position, explaining the play by play of the lawsuit to a big group of people.
As he told the story he could barely recall what prompted him to start talking, it seemed to be simply mechanical at this point. While he took a pause he scanned the bar, mostly everyone within earshot was paying attention to him. Everyone except for you. He caught a glimpse of you seated at the bar swirling your drink with a blank, almost disappointed expression.
“Hold on,” Wardo raised a hand to the crowd and sauntered over to you.
“Sorry, am I boring you?” He softly spoke, hovering over you as you sat.
“Completely,” you sighed, glad he had some self awareness.
“Seriously? This has been in the news for weeks and you're bored by a first hand account?”
“Exactly,” you looked up from your drink to face him, “I’ve been spoon feed information about you and this damn case for weeks and I’m sick of it.”
“My name is on the masthead of Facebook now,” he said proudly in an attempt to cause you to rethink your stance.
“So?”
“I’ve been recognized as a co founder,” he narrowed his eyes, knowing that this was sure to get a reaction from you.
“Okay?”
For some reason this not only annoyed him, it excited him, and secretly, it turned him on. He’s been receiving the highest volume of attention from women he’s ever had for the past few weeks and none of it has meant anything to him. Everyone, both men and women have been kissing up to him since his name’s been plastered everywhere. He can’t remember the last time someone’s had the nerve to challenge him.
“Can I talk to you somewhere private? Please?”
“Why?” You enjoyed how your indifference to his status got him so riled.
“Because I’ve never met anyone like you and I’m intrigued.” He sputtered.
“Alright, let’s talk.”
He led you to a dark closet filled with coats. He didn’t hesitate to close the door behind you and lean over you with a hand next to your head against the wall.
“Why don’t you care?” His wide eyes felt as if he were staring directly into your soul, searching for answer.”
“Have you considered the fact that others people have lives outside of Facebook?”
“I have and they don’t,” he chuckled, “it’s all people want to talk to me about.”
“And all you seem to talk about,” you retort, “it’s sad.”
He knew the conversation you were having would soon lose your interest, so he had to just throw himself out there.
“No,” he leaned in, nearly brushing lips with his own, “I’m actually quite interesting and I just thought of something else to keep you entertained.”
You aren’t stupid, you knew what he was hinting at. Under normal circumstances you would’ve told him to get lost, but his unwilling confidence couldn’t help but be slightly appealing. Also, it helped that he was hot and you were horny.
“Yeah? Why don’t you show me,” you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
He couldn’t keep up with this game any longer. Almost instantly he crashed his lips against yours, groaning once you let him into your mouth.
His kiss was deep and passionate, you couldn’t help but tangle you hand through his hair. He started placing sloppy kisses down your neck and his hands traveled to caress any skin available to him.
Suddenly, he fumbled as he got on his knees, he grabbed the sides of your thighs and looked up at you with the most blown out eyes you’ve ever seen.
He hiked your dress up and placed his face right on your clothed heat, “please let me eat you baby,” he mumbled into you, sending vibrations through your entire body.
All you could muster was an, “ok.”
Wardo pulled your panties down all the way and had you step out of them so he could hike your leg over his shoulder. Then, he didn’t waste anything time. His mouth was immediately all over your pussy. He alternated from sucking your clit to fucking your with his mouth to sobbing up whatever he could. This man was starved.
You got so caught up in the feeling that you unintentionally started to grind your core against his face. He matched your movements as he buried himself deeper somehow.
He could tell by the way you tightened your hip on his hair that you were close.
“Cum, cum for me please,” he mumbled against your clit as he started to fuck you with his fingers.
The merciless movement of his fingers were finally too much for you. You moaned incoherently as your pleasure was the only thing running though your mind. He worked you through your orgasm, lapping up every drop of you. 
“Come here,” you beckon him to stand up.
He obeyed, standing to meet your lips with his once again. You fumbled with his pants zipper in the dark.
Finally, you had his length in your hands. You lewdly spit into you palm and started pumping him.
Wardo couldn’t help but thinking about how long it’s been and how good you felt even though this was just your hand, he started thinking about how good the rest of you would feel.
“Fuck,” he groaned into your shoulder.
“Yeah?”
It was so simple, you said one word. But the way you said has his mind short-wire and then, “shit shit shit!”
He came right into your hand. You didn’t stop immediately, using it as lubricant while you continued causing him to convulse further. Once you saw you got everything out of him, you stopped.
“that’s never happened before,” he sputters, fumbling as he shoves a piece of paper in your hand.
a/n: merry Christmas y'all! This is a VERY rough draft lmao
The Beef closed early on Christmas Eve, giving you and Carmy some time together before Christmas Day. While the both of you had off for Christmas, you knew that it wouldn't be peaceful. You had stupidly agreed to spend Christmas with both of your families, the morning would be spent with yours and the evening spent with his. You’d be going to Sugar’s house for dinner with practically his entire family.
“Y’know it’s gonna be a shitshow,” He warned softly as you held the phone to your ear, listening to Sugar’s invitation.
“We’ll be there!” You answered, giving Carmy a cheerful smile.
So, you promised that Christmas Eve would be only for the two of you. While Carmy was at the Beef, you got the apartment ready for your Christmas movie marathon.
You had just finished wrapping his gift when you heard his footsteps in the doorway. You hurried to throw it under the tree as he walked in.
You suspiciously jumped up from the ground and ran over to him, “hi! How was work?” you wrapped you arms around him and he placed his firm hands on your sides.
He didn’t question your weird behavior as he knew had something to do with Christmas,“Awful, there was practically a rush all day,” he greeted you with a kiss, “let’s not talk about work anymore.”
“Are you ready to get festive?” You asked excitedly. It was Christmas, your favorite time of the year. Unfortunately, neither of you were able to get in spirit up until now due to your crazy work schedules. You just finished putting all the ornaments and wrapping all the gift only for it all to be over tomorrow. 
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” he sighed with content as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. He wasn’t lying, this was the first time a Christmas celebration of his would be peaceful, “let me take a shower first and then we’ll start our first movie?”
While Carmy showered, you popped some popcorn and queued the first movie The Ref, your favorite.
Eventually, you heard the water shut off, “The pjs on the bed are for you!” You called out, referencing the matching pajamas you bought.
“Ah,” he responded. Wanting to be a good sport, he put the outfit on without a fight. It’s just us it’s just us he told himself.
“Aw so cute!” You cooed. He walked into the living room wearing the same Christmas Story pink bunny onesie as you.
“I’m glad you think so,” he shook his head. Never in a million years would he think that anyone could get him to wear something like this. Something about you was different, he didn’t mind looking stupid as long as he was with you.
The two of you got snuggled up on the couch and started binging, only pausing to grab the food you ordered in.
This day would quickly become one of your favorite memories together. While some couples planned date nights, the two of you had to plan out nights in. Your shared longing for relaxation together was finally fulfilled this one day.
“Merry Christmas,” he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and nodded to the cable box that flashed 12:00. You had truly spent all of Christmas Eve together on the couch and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“Merry Christmas,” you tilted your neck up to kiss him. He deepened the kiss and you almost lost focus, nearly forgetting your 12:00 plans, “wait, I have a present for you.”
Carmy lifted an eyebrow, “yeah?” You knew he wasn’t thinking about the type of gift you were.
“Under the tree!” You playfully swatted at him.
You both sat cross legged in front of the tree, holding the gifts you got each other.
Carmy timidly handed you your gift first, “I hope you like them.” He ran his hand through his hair.
You carefully opened the delicate packaging to find the prettiest pair of earrings you’ve ever seen. They had your birthstone dangling in the center beautifully.
“Oh my God Carmy,” you gasped. You probably mentioned wanting earrings twice yet he still picked up on it. Honestly, you knew you would love any gift from him but to see how much he cares is better than anything he could’ve given you.
“You like them?” He felt a wave of relief wash over him.
“I love them Carmy thank you,” you kissed him, “now open your gift!”
Carmy was used to solely receiving gifts related to cooking. Whether it be knives, cook books from influencers he knew nothing about, aprons or useless kitchen gadgets with the one purpose of collecting dust, he’s gotten it for Christmas.
When picking out a gift for Carmy you knew not to get him anything that would suggest change to his system in the kitchen. So, you decided to get him a gift based on a different interest of his.
“Is this?” Carmy held up his gift in front him to get a better look. It was a leather jacket with patches on it.
“I hope so?” You prayed your research did you well. You knew virtually nothing about vintage clothing, “did I do good?”
He knew exactly what it was. It was a piece he’s dreamt of owning for years but never treated himself to buying.
summary: while preparing to spend your first thanksgiving together, you teach Carmy how to make soul food
warnings: none!
a/n: happy thanksgiving y’all! After enjoying an extremely LOW vibrational plate… I was inspired to write this :) I know that carmy is an established chef and all that but that’s why this is fiction 🤷🏾♀️ sorry this is so late, I literally was about to post and then I stupidly closed the tab without saving 🤦🏾♀️
When Carmy asked you to accompany him to Sugar’s for thanksgiving you were shocked. Knowing how important family and food is to Carmy, you were determined to impress him. You decided that you would make all of the staples of your thanksgivings back home.
You woke up early Thanksgiving morning to get started on your daunting task. Strong smells of seasoning and overall deliciousness filled your shared apartment.
“What are you making?” Carmy emerged into the kitchen with heavy eyes and messy hair. For once, the Beef was closed and he got to enjoy sleeping in.
“Mac and cheese, ham and stuffing,” you answer with a smile, stepping aside to make room for Carmy next to you, “I’m cutting the collared greens right now. I made the pie and cobbler last night when you were at work.”
“Wow you’ve got everything covered,” he stood next to you, wrapping and arm around your waist, “I’d lend a hand but I don’t think I’d be much help.”
“You? Thee Carmen Berzatto wouldn’t be much help?”
“Haha very funny, but I never really learned to make food like this. I’d love to learn,” he looked at the cutting board in front of him with a longing in his eyes. one thing about Carmen was that he would always find a way to make himself useful in a kitchen.
“Yeah? If you want, you could be my sous for the day,” you grinned at your corny reference to his profession.
“You know what that means?”
“No,” you smiled even harder.
Carmen was able to put his skills to use cutting collared greens with his trained precision. He watched intently as you floated around the kitchen, adding ingredients half hazardously and following the recipient from you mind.
“So you don’t need this huh?” He quipped, motioning to the readily available measuring cup.
“No not really, I don’t know why I even took it out.”
Once he finished chopping, he joined you at your side. He watched all of your techniques and helped where he could. The two of you were able to finish everything in record time.
As you packaged the last of the food, Carmy poured some deserved wine for the both of you.
“So how did I do? Was I a good teacher?” You turned to him.
“The best teacher I could ever ask for, thank you,” he grabbed your hips and planted a kiss on your forehead.
“Thank you, I’ve never cooked like this on my own. Thank you for all your help,” after moving to Chicago from your home town, you never imagined how you’d be spending holidays like this. You always pictured you’d be sad and alone- you were grateful to know that wasn’t true.
“Y’know,” he held your face and brought you closer to his, “we could just stay here and enjoy this meal together.”
“We can’t do that!”
“Says who?”
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a/n: hope you enjoyed! I’m so pissed I accidentally deleted everything I wrote for this 😭
summary: while preparing to spend your first thanksgiving together, you teach Carmy how to make soul food
warnings: none!
a/n: happy thanksgiving y’all! After enjoying an extremely LOW vibrational plate… I was inspired to write this :) I know that carmy is an established chef and all that but that’s why this is fiction 🤷🏾♀️ sorry this is so late, I literally was about to post and then I stupidly closed the tab without saving 🤦🏾♀️
When Carmy asked you to accompany him to Sugar’s for thanksgiving you were shocked. Knowing how important family and food is to Carmy, you were determined to impress him. You decided that you would make all of the staples of your thanksgivings back home.
You woke up early Thanksgiving morning to get started on your daunting task. Strong smells of seasoning and overall deliciousness filled your shared apartment.
“What are you making?” Carmy emerged into the kitchen with heavy eyes and messy hair. For once, the Beef was closed and he got to enjoy sleeping in.
“Mac and cheese, ham and stuffing,” you answer with a smile, stepping aside to make room for Carmy next to you, “I’m cutting the collared greens right now. I made the pie and cobbler last night when you were at work.”
“Wow you’ve got everything covered,” he stood next to you, wrapping and arm around your waist, “I’d lend a hand but I don’t think I’d be much help.”
“You? Thee Carmen Berzatto wouldn’t be much help?”
“Haha very funny, but I never really learned to make food like this. I’d love to learn,” he looked at the cutting board in front of him with a longing in his eyes. one thing about Carmen was that he would always find a way to make himself useful in a kitchen.
“Yeah? If you want, you could be my sous for the day,” you grinned at your corny reference to his profession.
“You know what that means?”
“No,” you smiled even harder.
Carmen was able to put his skills to use cutting collared greens with his trained precision. He watched intently as you floated around the kitchen, adding ingredients half hazardously and following the recipient from you mind.
“So you don’t need this huh?” He quipped, motioning to the readily available measuring cup.
“No not really, I don’t know why I even took it out.”
Once he finished chopping, he joined you at your side. He watched all of your techniques and helped where he could. The two of you were able to finish everything in record time.
As you packaged the last of the food, Carmy poured some deserved wine for the both of you.
“So how did I do? Was I a good teacher?” You turned to him.
“The best teacher I could ever ask for, thank you,” he grabbed your hips and planted a kiss on your forehead.
“Thank you, I’ve never cooked like this on my own. Thank you for all your help,” after moving to Chicago from your home town, you never imagined how you’d be spending holidays like this. You always pictured you’d be sad and alone- you were grateful to know that wasn’t true.
“Y’know,” he held your face and brought you closer to his, “we could just stay here and enjoy this meal together.”
“We can’t do that!”
“Says who?”
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a/n: hope you enjoyed! I’m so pissed I accidentally deleted everything I wrote for this 😭
So you mean the whole of Marvel's Phase 4 was about grief and what's the worst (or best) loss can bring us? I still can't believe I realized this just now rewatching Thor.
I just picture Carmy being super nervous the first time he sleeps with you. Even after, he’d question whether or not you actually enjoyed yourself.
You can watch him as his chest rises and falls, eyes glued to the ceiling. Sweaty curls framing his stoic face.
“What’s on your mind?” You prop yourself up on your left elbow so you could look him in the eye.
He takes a moment to respond. He knows saying everything wouldn’t be a substantial answer. He also knows that you’re referring to whatever on his mind has him looking like this.
“Be honest,” Carmen prompts, taking a shaky breath, “did you fake it?”
“What?” You couldn’t help your shock, “Carmy are you serious?” The question felt preposterous, he practically had you screaming all night.
“You seemed really into it. Like really into it. I just don’t see how,” he finally met your gaze.
“Well you made me cum three times. Of course I was into it,” you echoed his words, amused by his naivety to his affect on you.
“Ah,” he ran a hand through his hair, “I guess I did.”
“Christ, I need to see a chiropractor,” you held your back in agony after joining jj on his bedroom floor to play a card game.
Being a pouge called for lots of adventure. You were quite familiar with sneaking around, jumping fences and running (usually from the police).
All of this activity usually led to sore muscles and back pain. Especially since your continuous losses at Rock Paper Scissors caused you to be the one who had to do the most.
“Y’know I could help with that,” JJ offers.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I found this chiropractor-masseuse guy on YouTube last night. I fell down the rabbit hole, I’m basically an expert now,” he answered with complete confidence.
It’s not like you have money to see a real chiropractor or masseuse, and you couldn’t write off JJ as completely unhelpful. You knew that the application of his strength to your back would help relieve you a little bit.
“Ok,” you agreed to receive his help.
“Alrighty then,” He clasped his hands together, “hop up on my table,” he gestured to his bed.
You laid head down and carefully removed your shirt leaving your back bare due to your earlier choice to go braless. JJ sat down on the bed next to you.
You couldn’t deny that butterflies started to fill your stomach as you prepared for him to touch you. No matter how hard you tried to be, you weren’t immune to the charm of JJ Maybank.
He tried to focus on kneading the knots out of your back since their stiffness was obvious. You winced immediately once he applied pressure.
“Sorry,” he retracted his hands, “it’s just that you have really bad knots. Do you want me to stop?”
You shook your head ‘no’ against his bed, urging him to continue. Once he did, you could help but whimper at his touch.
JJ knew he should be focused on the task at hand but he couldn’t help his mind from wandering. He couldn’t help but think about getting these sounds out of you a different way...
And then you let out a “fuck jj that feels so good.”
And the thoughts came flooding in. He thought about how you should be saying that from under him, or on top of him, or anywhere on him really.
He started caressing your back. You were a little unsure about what this was helping with until he pressed down and a loud CRACK filled the air. Along with that noise, a loud pornographic moan.
“Damn y/n,” JJ laughed, “All that for your back?” Before he could stop himself, he asked, “when's the last time you came?”
“JJ!” You gasped, playfully acting offended to the question.
“Shit, you don’t have to answer that. Sorry,” he shook his head and went back to rubbing your back.
“No no it’s ok,” you took a second to think, “I think it’s been about a month.”
“A month!?” JJ couldn’t help his visceral reaction, “how are you still breathing?”
You chuckled, “honestly, I don’t know. We’ve been so busy with this treasure hunt, I’ve barely had me time.”
“Do you want me to help with that too?”
“How? You’re hiding a vibrator in here?” You lifted your head and looked around the room jokingly.
“No, but I have a mouth,” JJ answered with a new seriousness, “and hands you seem to enjoy.”
Of course you weren’t opposed to the idea, you’ve longed to be touched by him that way for as long as you could remember. However, that didn’t minimize the initial shock, “Wouldn’t that be weird?”
“What’s the difference between that and what I’m doing now? Just a massage in a different place,” His hands trailed down your back.
“Good point,” you didn’t want to seem too thirsty, but you couldn’t help but surrender to him, “I swear you better not tell anyone,” you rolled over, exposing your chest to him.
“Of course princess,” he smiled eyes locked on your chest. You’ve caught him staring at them a numerous amount of times, especially when you wore your flimsy bikini tops.
JJ didn’t waste any time. He positioned himself on top of you and put one of your boobs in his mouth while caressing the other. Almost instantly, the feeling of his tongue and calloused fingers on your nipples caused you to moan.
JJ could spend all day like this, at this point he wasn’t doing this for you anymore, he was enjoying himself way too much.
He took one of your nipples between his teeth, lightly pulling it.
“JJ,” you called him back to earth, “please touch me.”
“I am,” he smiled against you.
“You know what I mean,” you rolled your eyes.
JJ tisked against your breast, “you gotta be more specific than that baby.” He planted a wet open mouthed kiss on your boob.
It killed you to say this out loud to him but you need him to do more, “please put your mouth on my pussy.” He felt amazing on your tits, you couldn’t begin to imagine how good he would feel there.
“Whatever you say darlin’,” he removed himself from your chest (which pained him a little) and moved his face down to your pussy.
Once again, he didn’t hesitate to begin and you could’ve sworn you were in heaven.
That boy started eating you like it was his first meal in months. He had no disregard for the loud, lewd sounds he was creating due to your pussy already being soaked. He fucked you with his tongue while his strong hand furiously circled around your clit.
Thankfully no one was around because you were practically screaming for him.
You grabbed a fist full of his hair earning a groan from him and started grinding against him. The two of you set a pace and you were there.
You wrapped your legs around his head as threw your head back as he continued to devour you.
Finally, you felt it. The building knot in your stomach released and you were reduced to a screaming shaky mess. You clenched around nothing, wishing some part of him was inside you.
JJ noticed this immediately and slip two of his fingers inside of you while sucking your clit.
“J!” You yelped, sensitive from the orgasm you just finished.
This didn’t stop him from continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you,“Fuck, y/n,” he groaned against your core, “so fucking tight.”
He was amazing at what he was doing but still, you wanted all of him.
“Yeah? Let’s see if your dick fits,” part of you couldn’t believe you spoke so boldly to him.
JJ couldn’t believe it either. He’s thought about being inside you for as long as he could remember and after feeling how tight you were? He needed this dream to become a reality.
JJ sat back on his haunches in front of you. Slowly, he entered his length into you, “shit,” he hissed as his eyes screwed shut.
You squirmed underneath him as he continued to fill you. Your pussy welcomed every inch of him as he slid in with ease.
He grabbed one of your hips with one hand and the headboard with another. He towered over you with a mischievous excitement in his eyes that you were quite familiar with.
He fucked you with a force you were unfamiliar with. The headboard repeatedly slammed against the wall as he used it to steady himself and he slammed against you.
After a couple of thrusts, he started to connect with your g-spot. You moaned incoherently, barely able to get anything out.
Of course JJ noticed, “is that it baby?”
All you could do was nod in response.
You felt so good around him. He felt his arms would give out any second. He leaned in with his face in the crevasse of your neck, he gripped a firm hand behind your head as he rolled his hips against you.
Your legs wrapped around him, begging for him to be as deep as he could be inside you.
He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with you underneath him.
“M’gonna cum,” JJ brought one hand to your clit, “want you to cum with me.”
“I’m so close,” you whined, about to experience your second orgasm.
He quickened his pace and miraculously felt like he was even deeper. His hips started to buck without rhythm as he felt himself started to release inside of you with a loud groan against your neck.
You followed right behind moaning, digging your nails into him as you came.
After the both of you caught your breath, he rolled to the side of you.
“Y’know, my dick feels sore,” JJ panted, “I think I’m gonna need a special massage from you.”
warnings: mentions of vomiting, established relationship
WC: 685
a/n: let’s pretend that you have an impeccable immune system.
Carmy groaned at the sound of his alarm. Getting up for work was always a struggle when he actually slept through the night. Today felt different, he could barely muster enough energy to shut it off.
He laid still, working himself up to detaching from you and grabbing his phone. He couldn’t bring himself to move from your heat because the rest of the room felt so cold.
After a full minute of it going off you were fully awake, “baby can you please turn that off?”
“Sorry hon,” he turned over from spooning you and hit the button, wincing as he did so.
He pushed himself to sit up and sat on the edge of the bed, anticipating for the strength to stand to arrive.
You rolled over, confused to why he was still here. Usually, he’d be up and ready for work by now.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just tired,” he signed, still contemplating standing up.
“You’re always tired. Is something wrong? Are you sick?” You reached out and rubbed his back.
“No-,” suddenly, he was interrupted with the urge to vomit. He jumped up, gagging and ran to the bathroom, making it to the sink with no time to spare.
You immediately got up and leaned against the bathroom door frame, “you’re sick.”
Carmy gripped the edges of the sink, turning his knuckles white, “I used throw up every day in-,” he threw up again.
“Get back in bed,” you practically ordered, knowing how stubborn he could be.
“I can’t just call out last minute,” he argued.
“Sydney’s got it, you can take one day off.”
“There’s gonna be a huge rush today and-,” he threw up for a third time.
After catching his breath Camry collected himself, “yeah Syd’s got it.” He wobbled back to bed and climbed in. You quickly sent a text to your boss, letting them know that you wouldn’t be coming in today.
“Can you turn the heat on? It’s freezing?” He stuck his head out from under the covers.
“The heat? Carmy its June,” you leaned over and felt his forehead, “and you’re burning up.” You grabbed some extra blankets from the closet and and a small garage can for his side of the bed, “you have chills,” you said as you climbed in.
“I don’t wanna get you sick,” He croaked.
“Carmy, I slept next to you all night, it’ll be fine.”
“Mhmm,” he nodded and shuffled closer, nuzzling into your chest, “so warm.”
You stroked his head and ran your fingers through his curls, easing him into his sleep. His body burned against your skin, yet he was still cold. Once he fell asleep, you weren’t far behind him.
Eventually, you woke up but didn’t dare to move a muscle. You’ve never seen Carmy sleep so soundly. So, you grabbed your book from the nightstand and left him sleeping on your chest.
Hours later, you felt him start to stir. He slightly lifted his head dazed and confused.
“Good morning, or should I say good afternoon? It’s almost 3.” You looked over at the clock.
“I was knocked out huh?” He sat up and you put a pillow behind.
“Yeah, do you wanna try eating something?“
He glanced at the little trash can next to him and grimaced, “I don’t know if I should be eating right now.”
“Can you try please? You need to eat so you can take some medicine.”
“Sure,” he went to get up but you stopped him.
“Where are you going?” You pressed, knowing how weak he was earlier.
“To go make something,” he answered casually.
“You’re on bed rest today,” you stood up, “I’ll be back soon.”
“Chicken soup, straight from the can of course,” you smiled as you placed the bowl on his nightstand.
“Thanks, no one’s ever done this for me before.”
“Of course, I was thinking that we could put your favorite comfort movie on.”
“You know what,” Carmy thought for a second, “I don’t think I have one.”
“I guess that means we have to watch all of them so you can pick one.”
