Brain Go Brrrr - Tumblr Posts
Ever thought about a thing so much that you decide to write it down and your partner nearly breaks their brain trying to understand what exactly you wrote
There’s that special moment in life when you are, in fact, hunted for sport
Mfw I was at a grocery once and saw “non-dairy” on a sign as “non-binary”
My brain told me Jacksepticeye got harassed by a fan and Mark (didn't) kill them.
I knew that wasn't the case but it was a funny thought.
redbull has such a grip on me its diabolical. like wdym its hurting my tummy? bubbles make brain go brr. maybe its the unmedicated adhd...
i love me some good icp
brain go vrooom
your brain ever just go 'brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr' for no reason?
You’ve mentioned this before but cockwarming is 10000% Carmy’s favourite physical thing to do. It can be a part of sex or just something on its own but either way it makes him feel safer than anything else. He literally never feels safer than when he’s just inside reader, it lulls him into this state of comfort that he’s never experienced before like the ceiling could fall in and he would barely notice. He asks for it whenever he’s particularly stressed and at first he feels bad and that’s selfish because he thinks reader isn’t getting anything out of it but after a while she can teach him that that’s not true. Bonus hc that sometimes during cockwarming he comes he can’t explain it and he always feels embarrassed but it happens
Cockwarming making Carmy feel safe is the perfect way to put it, actually.
You’re just so warm and snug around him. Seriously, he could have the worst day at work ever, but it would all be forgotten about the second you sit on his dick.
I think it becomes a routine in all honesty. Carmy comes home from work, gets showered, and you both snuggle up on the couch to watch some tv. More often than not it ends up with him inside of you.
The way he initiates it is always gentle, carefully pulling you into his lap so you can feel his hard-on through his shorts. “Can you, baby? Please?” His voice is soft in your ear.
“Mhm—of course,” you reply instantly, sitting up to push down your pants and underwear. Carmy holds you close as you straddle him, groaning into your lips when you sink down onto his cock.
His arms wrap around your body as soon as you bottom out. Carmy holds you like his life depends on it, keeping your skin flush with his own. Carefully, he shifts down so he can lean back against the arm of the couch, keeping you on top of him. He’ll rub at your back with his fingertips, relishing in your warmth all over him.
Carmy tends to feel bad about asking you to do this for him, because he doesn’t want to be a bother. He also doesn’t want you to think he just wants your body all the time. It takes a hot second to unwire his brain from thinking so negatively about it, and that you enjoy the comfort just as much as he does.
About your bonus thought… YES.
The first time it happens is after he’s been inside you for nearly an hour. Out of nowhere, a breathy, broken groan leaves his mouth while he has his face buried in the crook of your neck. Next, you feel the tell-tale warmness deep inside of you. A series of whimpers falls from his lips before he finally stills.
“Carm? You okay?” You ask with a gentle voice.
“Shit—s-sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to—“ His face is completely pink when he raises up from the crook of your neck.
“Hey, Bear. S’okay. You have nothing to apologize for—nothing at all.” You cup his face and bring him in for a deep kiss to stop him from trying to apologize again.
Once the kiss breaks, you settle back down on top of him, and he holds you even closer to try and prevent any of his cum from spilling out.
It’s safe to say you both fall asleep on the couch that night. At some point during the night, Carmy wakes up and reaches for the blanket that stays on the back of the couch, covering you and him up.
What the hell is this orange text and why have i fallen in love with it
New sensory motivation!
I love typing with my Bluetooth headphones on because it makes this really satisfying clacking sound right in my ear. So this is my new motivation to try to keep writing stuff. I also wrote this post basically just because I like clacky sound 🥰🥰🥰
I’ve been watching the stuff go round in the beaker for ages 👀
Egon Spengler (again)
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writing a long fic alongside a series of multiple one shots all on the same ship is just me trying to remember what details/plots/ideas belong to which.
Me:*Has spent the entire day hyper fixating on a new random story that I just came up with*
My lungs: "U DO KNOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BREATHE EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE RIGHT? YOU'RE WRITING A STORY, NOT FACING HITLER"
My muscles:"You're literally missing your daily workout -
My bladder:"U NEED TO PEE!"
My stomach:"Pls ....feed.....me....star ar starving-"
My hair:"U haven't brushed in weeks -
My Mom:"Honey u need to sleep... it's been years"
My whole body:"You're literally overheating and dehydrated 💀" (it's really hot today)
