#THANK YOU CARMEN

[onadarklingplain]

george and carmen from carmen's instagram

[ohcaptains]

So like the video of Gordon Ramsay when the girl burns her hand, all the “that’s it- deep breath- calm down- good girl- goooood girlllll” but like…it’s Carmy and you’ve burnt your hand and he’s screaming at Richie to get some ice but he’s speaking to you so gently but so in control and you almost forget your hand is still sizzling

he moves fast. pulls you to the sink, yelling, “richie get out of the fucking way,” and you can feel your heart beat in your hand. it’s pulsating, swear you can smell your flesh burning, and carmen is frantic. that man has never known peace, but this is raw kind of rush — panic a literal, physical thing.

“fuck, cousin, what’s the rush for—“ he starts, ready to fight, but he must see carmen holding your sizzling hand, and your pained, tense face, because he puts his hands up.

“whoa, man—what happened?”

carmen ignores him, and guides your hand under the tap, holding your wrist gently in his tatted palm. you hiss as soon as it touches the luckwarm water, and carmen nods his head, and gently says, “shh, i know.”

you hide your face with your elbow, but peak over and watch as water runs over your charred hand. duck fat will do that. you must make a sound, as carmen nods, and calmly orders, “relax your hand for me. come on, unclench. thereee we go, sweetheart. that’s it.”

richie pipes up, “i’m literally first aid trained, let me see,” and carmen’s face scrunches up, “can you shut the fuck up for a second?” he spits over his shoulder. you whine into your elbow, and carmen’s demeanor switches. he rubs your wrist, his voice soft and sweet as he coos, “just breathe, take a deep breath. you’re good, that’s it. unclench your hand for me again, i know it hurts but relax—thaaat’s it, goood. good girl, good.”

[tragicsiblings]

JEREMY ALLEN WHITE as CARMY BERZATTO The Bear • 3×09 "Apologies"

[wilsonmybeloved]

yall liked the first one so much so here u go. but in a sketch style

father daughter sight-seeing trip!!!

by the by, did you guys know the carmen / shadowsan tag is a free blocklist? who knew!!!

[zorrasucia]

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ carmy berzatto pls

Hi Anon! ✨

Of course! This is some established relationship naughtiness at The Bear. I hope you enjoy it! 💜

It was one of the first days of fall, and probably one of the last warm days of the year. And so, you were enjoying the weather: wearing your favorite dress and cleaning your apartment with the window open to let the soft breeze in. Your phone rang, the name on the screen read Sydney 🐻.

"Hi, Syd," you greeted her with a smile.

"Hey, uh," she hesitated, the sound of a hectic kitchen in the background. "Remember you told me I could call you when Carmy was being a pain in the ass? I know it was a joke and, you know, I'm not his babysitter and you're not either. Like, I know that. But, uh-" she had a nervous tone in her voice.

"Syd, it's okay," you reassured her. "It's Saturday, I bet things are insane in the kitchen."

"You have no idea," she let out a nervous chuckle. "I seriously wouldn't even be calling if I-"

Syd was right, that you weren't Carmy's babysitter but you could probably talk some sense into him. Besides, you didn't have work today - and they'd probably give you leftovers for your troubles.

"Hey. I'm on my way," you said. "Don't worry."

"Okay, okay," Syd sighed. "I'll, uh, I'll try to chill in the meantime."

You grabbed your keys and bag... You suddenly had a sinful idea and grinned.

~

You walked through the back door, avoiding servers and chefs, mumbling 'behind' every so often like you'd seen the rest of them do. You could make out Carmy's hoarse voice between all the noise.

"This steak is fucking dead! Refire. Chefs, wake the fuck up!"

"Hey, Carm," you called him.

He turned to look at you, eyes wide and fiery. "What are you doing here?" he rasped.

"Do you have a sec?" you said with a polite smile.

"Not really. I-" he looked disoriented and frantic.

Syd stepped in, looking determined. "I'll handle it. Go."

Carmy led you inside his office, exasperation radiating from him.

"Why are you-?" he started.

"Uh, Syd called," you replied, giving him a knowing look as he closed the door behind you.

"Fuck."

"Yeah. She said you were being a pain in the ass," you leaned on his desk.

"I- uh-" he hesitated, then covered his face, red from the heat of the kitchen but also from anger and shame. "She- she was being nice. I'm being an asshole."

You sat on his desk and sighed. "Thought so."

"Huh?" he tilted his head. You had caught him by surprise.

You gestured for him to come closer, so you could talk softer and look him in the eye.

"Listen, I know it gets super loud in your head, and you get overwhelmed and you lash out," you had seen it happen once or twice. "You need to step down when that happens."

"Syd-" he avoided your gaze. "Yeah, Syd has suggested it."

"So?" you cupped his face and tilted it towards you. "Can you do that? Can you let go for ten minutes and calm the fuck down?"

He blinked hard, stressed.

"I don't know," he confessed after a moment of consideration.

"I think you can, Carm," you encouraged him. Then, you put the second, more inappropriate part of your plan in motion. You grabbed his chef whites, and brought him closer, opening your legs to accommodate him. Then you whispered: "I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you'd like to know."

Carmy stared at you, mouth agape.

"We're in the middle of service-"

"Listen," you gestured at the door. There were no loud bangs or screams, just the normal bustle of a kitchen; if anything it was quieter than when you first entered. "Syd is handling it. The rest of the kitchen is functioning. The sky isn't falling," you grabbed his face with both hands. "Now, will you just fuck me?"

"Shit."

He leaned down to kiss you hard, all tongue and teeth, biting a little. You ran your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer, crossing your ankles behind his waist.

"I need this to be fucking fast," he rasped against your lips.

"I know," you smiled while untying his apron and unbuckling his belt.

The mere indecency of showing up to Carmy's place of work planning to fuck him had made you wet enough to take him that very moment.

"Condoms?" he asked.

You took one out of your bag and handed it to him, palming his cock impatiently through his trousers.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He lowered his trousers and boxers just enough to pull out his cock. He grabbed the back of your knees to pull you closer to the edge of his desk, something feral about him. You bunched up your dress all the way up to your hips, confirming that you were indeed bare under it. Carmy's eyes widened.

"Shit..." his fingers touched your drenched pussy. "You planned this, the whole thing."

You nodded proudly, biting on your lip when he entered you.

"Can't believe you showed up, in the middle of service-" he murmured. "Jesus... To fuck me."

"Desperate times," you touched your forehead to his, his gaze intense. He bottomed out and you covered his mouth to muffle a whine. "See? I think you need it."

That was the tiny push he craved.

He fucked you mercilessly, forceful thrusts while he grabbed your thighs hard, keeping you on the edge of the desk, right where he wanted you. His rhythm was frantic, half out of urgency and half out of anger. You kept your hand on his mouth, silencing the tirade of curses and primal groans he was blurting. Your eyes were on him, breathy pleas leaving your lips.

"Give it to me. It's okay. Please. I need you. Please," you weren't sure if he could actually hear it all but you couldn't stop, not when you were so close to your release. Your pussy tightened around his cock, pulsing.

His grip on you faltered, eyebrows raising as he looked at you for confirmation.

You nodded, eyes half lidded in ecstasy. "Let go, baby. Let go."

He gave you a few desperate thrusts, your palm vibrating with the sound of his moans as he came.

Suddenly, the room felt eerily quiet, the only sounds that mattered were Carmy's panting and your heart's beating. You lowered your hand from his mouth to his chest.

"Shit," he closed his eyes, collecting himself.

"Mhmm," you swayed in your seat, moving his softening cock as you did so. "Better?"

He nodded, a little sheepish. "Thank you."

"Hey. Can't do this every time," you said honestly. The likelihood of you coming to fuck some sense into him on weekdays was low to none. "But why don't you think about this next time you're about to lose it?" you suggested.

"You want me to get hard while running the expo?" he chuckled. His heartbeat was slowing down.

"I mean, if that's what it takes to get you to step down and chill, sure," you teased.

While the idea of Carmy fucking his hand while thinking of you was appealing, it seemed a little impractical to do at the restaurant.

"Might just take a smoke break," he offered. "Save the fucking for when I get home."

"Deal," you kissed him and tapped his cheek gently. "Now, come on, get out there."

He got dressed and ready at a dizzying speed, taking time to rearrange your dress and kiss you one last time before returning to the kitchen. He left the door ajar, and you peeked just in time to see him give an apologetic nod to Syd and ask her to continue running the expo. It was a start. You were satisfied.

[from-here-from-me]

Carmy & Luca Reunion

THE BEAR 3.10 — Forever

[butchcarmy]

Honestly I think if Carmy does dirty talk (once he gets some experience) he’s really going to love being condescending, and it’s so hot…

I AGREE. So much in fact that this was born. Wow. Heed the tags and proceed!!

Tags: explicit, dom carmy, cumplay, dirty talk, creampie, carmy being mean, but also sweet

“You’re so easy,” Carmy says with a smug look. He’s pushing his cock steadily and and out, repeatedly stretching you out further when he bottoms out again and again. “All you need is a cock in you and you’re almost fuckin’ coming already.

“You just feel so good,” you whine in defense, but with the way you’re clenching down around him, pussy so wet it’s dribbling, it’s not very successful.

“You just like being stretched out,” Carmy retorts. He pulls back and lets the round head pop out before bullying his cock back into you. You writhe below him. “It doesn’t have to be my cock. Could be my fingers. Almost got all 5 fingers in there last time, didn’t we?”

“Carmy,” you moan, your pussy wrecked by his relentless pace and his dirty, dirty words. “B-But I—I like your cock…”

“I think you just like it when I come in you,” he says, voice low in your ears. “You like the feeling of my cum inside you. Whether it’s in your pussy or down your throat…” His fingers tweak at your clit, flicking it up, and you flinch with a surprised moan. “I should get a plug to keep it all inside you.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp, scandalized, but the telltale sign of dense heat weighing in your gut says otherwise.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you? Going through your day with my cum in your pussy?” Carmy’s grinding his thick cock inside you, getting sweet friction on your walls. “Fuckin’ slut.”

His fingers pinch your clit, and you let out something akin to a sob.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasp. The pressure’s so fucking tight. “Carm—“

“You’re so easy,” Carmy laughs lowly, breathlessly. “Go on, take it. Come like the easy slut you are.”

His fingers glide from side to side on your slippery clit in a blur as he thrusts in an even, firm rhythm that has you choking on your own gasps. You come with overwhelmed tears in your eyes, moaning Carmy’s name so loud it’s almost a scream. You’re throbbing so tightly on his dick like it’s a lifeline.

“Th-that’s fucking right—fffuck—“ His moans are deep, resonating from his core. He staggers inside you from the sharp pleasure of your tightening walls. He fucks you through your orgasm, stretching it out like a thin piece of gum until it snaps, and in turn, your hole sucks his cock so much he comes.

When he pulls out, his soft cock is smeared in a shiny mixture of your combined cum. Your cream lays thick on his shaft, and somehow, there’s still beads of his cum in his slit. Your mouth waters looking at it. So does your pussy. Carmy’s cum, pale and abundant, pools rapidly at your abused entrance and spills over.

“Look at you,” Carmy murmurs in awe. His thumb drags up from where you’re leaking and sinks inside, pushing his cum back in. “Took me so well, baby…”

He praises you with little kisses and affection, kissing gently at your legs, stomach, collarbone. Brings you close to him, brushes sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

“Sorry if I went too far,” Carmy mumbles after you’ve both come down. Your head rests on his chest, and you’re playing with the curls of his hair. “With anything.”

“You were wonderful,” you assure him. “Could’ve even been a little meaner and I would’ve liked it.” That gets an abrupt laugh out of him, equal parts embarassment and delight.

“Oh yeah?” You can tell by the way he’s saying it that he’s choosing to take that as a challenge. You can see the gears turning, and it’s making you a good kind of nervous. “I think I got a couple ideas.”

“Looking forward to it,” you say, like it doesn’t make you wanna squirm, and he smiles knowingly, bringing you in for another kiss.

[nucrests]

Michael decided to work from home today, but first needed to make a not-so quick stop to Target 😏

[carmenberzattosgf]

u know what i think about ALL THE TIME… carmy being like, REALLY pissed off and truly at the end of his rope while you’re one of his staff members. you guys have been friends for a while with some simmering tension building between you two, but it’s never been fully explored.

the two of you have been fighting all day and it reaches a boiling point where he all but drags you outside (presumably to scream at you some more), but INSTEAD he grabs the back of your neck and bends you over face-first onto some empty pallets behind the restaurant. “you don’t want this, then get up and walk away.” and you’d be mouth open gasping, but STAYING THERE cuz you’re tryna see what happens. after a beat of silence, he pulls your pants down and roughly fucks you right then and there. he’d still be angry, with some terse kind of “you still want to keep running your fucking mouth?” punctuated by sharp, deep thrusts that make you clench your teeth together to avoid screaming 😍🤸 and you’d have to walk back inside on shaking legs a few minutes later trying to pretend that carmy’s cum isn’t dripping down your thighs💕����

anyway that’s all JDHSKDJSKSK

ANON????? OH MY GOD?????? IM FREAKING OUT OVER THIS??? Like you just put a whole blurb in my ask box I am so honored and flattered???? Expansion on this under the cut!!

Dude dude dude. Yes. So you’ve been working at the bear for a few months now. It’s been months of built up tension between you and Carmy. Carmy knows, and you know it’s more than just a simple friendship between the two of you.

Carmy tries to keep it professional. He really tries. But, his attempts make him more cold and blunt towards you, which culminates in the big fight. It’s over something stupid really, but he gets so fucking pissed because it’s been one thing after another this day. He flips out over you not having a “properly cleaned station”.

“Chef. How many fucking times do I have to tell you to clean up your goddamn station? Look at this shit. It’s a mess.” He yells, pointing to your station.

“Are you being serious right now? I’m in the middle of fucking prep. How the hell am I suppose to keep it clean during prep when I haven’t finished yet-“

Carmen cuts you off in the middle of your sentence. “Syd! Take over y/n’s prep.”

“What the fuck, Carmen?” He doesn’t answer your question, instead he pulls you out of the kitchen by your wrist. Once he gets you out the back door of the restaurant, you expect some kind of explanation for his behavior. “What? Couldn’t yell at me for no reason in front of everyone else?”

Carmy is on you in an instant. His strong hand engulfs the back of your neck, leading you to a stack of empty pallets before bending you over it. He stands behind you, hand still on the back of your neck, but not holding you down anymore. Your mind races, but one thing is clear. Carmy’s hard dick is pressing your ass.

“If you don’t want this, get up and walk away and we’ll pretend this never happened.” He leans down to whisper in your ear. Carmy’s voice is rough, full of desire. Your breathing picks up, but you don’t dare move. Instead, you whine when he rolls his hips against your ass. “Fucking knew you would want me like this. Such a fucking slut aren’t you?”

Carmy wastes no time to pull down your pants and underwear all in one go. You bite your lip, trying not to moan when his fingers run through your folds. “So nasty to be this wet in an alleyway for me where anyone can see.” You should be humiliated. Your boss has you bent over for him in an alleyway, but all you can do is beg for more.

“Please. Please please please.” You cry out, not even quite sure what you’re asking for. You hear the sound of him undoing his belt, and his cock enters you with no warning. He doesn’t go slow, filling you up to the hilt in one quick thrust. You cry out in surprise; he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever had before. He starts fucking into you a second later, setting a quick pace with his hands digging into your hips. Your fingers dig into the pallets in front of you, desperate to find something to hold onto.

“Fuck- maybe this will teach you to stop running that mouth of yours and listen to me.” He practically moans out, thrusting deep and hard into you. “You need to learn to behave.”

“S-sorry chef. I’ll d-do better.” You feel his movements falter at the title, before he picks back up the pace, hitting even deeper inside of you. You’re already seeing stars, nearing your climax. “C-chef, please I’m so close.”

“Yeah? Going to come for your boss in a filthy alleyway?” One of his hands leaves your hip to touch your clit, rubbing fast circles with his callused fingers. “Go on then. Come around my cock like the slut you are.” He was losing himself too. His voice is rough and thin as he speaks.

It only takes a few more seconds before you come, biting into your hand so you don’t scream. Carmy’s pace falters before you feel him spill into you with a muffled groan.

He pulls out of you promptly without a word, stepping back to put back on his own pants. You stay in the same position, trying to catch your breath.

“Be back at your station in five minutes” Carmen says, walking back into the restaurant. You quickly pull up your pants, trying to ignore the feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of you. You don’t have any spare pants in your locker. You’re going to have to work through the rest of your shift with his cum running out of you and down your thighs.

You swallow your pride and go back inside to your station. Everyone else thinks Carmy just scolded you outside of the restaurant, so no one says a word when you return, taking back over your prep from Sydney.

Yeah let’s just say that’s not the last time Carmen fucks you in the middle of a shift. I’m thinking a nice fuck buddies relationship forms after this hehe.

[wulf59-stuff]

I'd just like to say that I love your art style! I love how you draw the characters (specifically from Carmen Sandiego & The Owl House). I love the cute comics you make for CS (Carmen Sandiego), specifically the JuleThief & CleoBellum ones!

I just love your blog! :D

Thank you so MUUUUUUCH!!!!😍🥰

I honestly can't believe that people actually like what i make, but I'm so happy that you and everyone else like my art.

And as a thank you here are some CleoBellum sketches.

In the firs one they are spying on Carmen and Julia on a date.

[allurasandiego]

@cloudtaxidermyart made this commission for me!

Thank you!!!

[nutmegnautilus]

Screencap redraw from redredhat0. I stumbled upon the first episode a few weeks ago, and I'm really enjoying it so far. All of the shots are fantastic. Go watch redredhat.

[thebearer]

Hiya! Love your blog!!! I get so excited when there's a notification about you.

What do we think of carmy dealing with reader's pregnancy cravings?

ahh thank you so much <3

"You know what sounds really good?" You grin, running a hand over the swell of your tummy.

Carmen goes rigid. He's not ready. He knows he's not. not ready to hear what you're about to say.

Still, he hums, carrying on folding your clothes in the basket. You pad over to him, arms slung around his waist, running down his firm abdomen lovingly.

"I would love garlic bread." Your mouth watered. Carmen looked at you carefully. Surely there was a catch, there always was with your monstrosity of cravings.

"Yeah? Just garlic bread?" Carmen asked, cautious. He didn't want to set you off, sound too suspicious or have any sort of tone since that always resulted in your tears.

"Yeah but with the cheese and stuff." You nodded. "Do you have all the stuff for it?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course, baby. Just sit down. I gotcha." Carmen smiled, kissing your head lightly and pulling out the ingredients he needed.

Finally, a pregnancy craving that didn't make him want to throw up or feel like he needed his culinary license revoked. Your cravings were... questionable at best. Nutella grilled cheese, a peanut butter milkshake that you ate by dipping slim-jims in it, Doritos and frosting; the list went on. Carmen just had to watch. The one time he'd voiced his disgust, you'd sobbed, violently. Accusations that Carmen found you disgusting and unattractive that left him reeling with confusion.

Now, he knew better. The concoctions were vile, but maybe they were leveling out. Carmen hoped, setting your garlic bread in front of you, blushing when you peppered his cheek in kisses.

"This looks so good." You groaned, sliding past him towards the fridge.

"Thanks, baby." Carmen muttered, putting the tray in the sink. "There should be left over sauce in the middle if you want any."

"That's alright." You hummed, plucking out a different jar. Carmen stilled, watching you waddled back to your seat.

He tracked you, watching carefully as you opened the jar- a homemade jelly blackberry and peach that Marcus had made- spreading it thickly over the steaming bread. Twisting the other jar open, dill pickles, that you insisted on having even though they gave you heartburn now.

Carmen felt his stomach turn, watching you take a bite. There's no way that's good, he thought, willing his face to stay neutral. Yet, you ate it like it was.

He wanted to be disgusted, he really did. He was, in a way, but if it meant you were eating and keeping it down, meant you were nourishing the baby... how could he be mad?

So Carmen watched you, sat and chatted while you happily ate. Handed you Tums when your heartburn inevitably set in, started the dishwasher, and sat with you on the couch, head in your lap by the bump.

[zorrasucia]

Teach Me Tonight - Part 2

[Part 1] Part 2: [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Mutual masturbation, P in V sex, Quickie, Oral (F receiving), Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary: Either Carmy was a very good student or you were absolutely crazy about him. Maybe both. 

After that night, something changed in Carmy. He seemed a lot more comfortable touching you - actually, he seemed to crave it. He didn't mind if Sydney or Tina saw him kissing you good night, usually a quick peck at the back door of the restaurant, promising to text him when you got home. Sometimes, however, the day ended with him cornering you against the back alley, kissing you like he was a man starved, and then wishing you good night with his hair ruffled and a satisfied smirk. Your schedules didn't permit much more but what you had was good.

The bell on the front door rang.

You looked up and found Carmy changing the door sign to closed and walking up to you with purpose.

"Hey, you okay?" you asked with concern. 

"Can I steal you for a minute?" he said, out of breath.

"Sure!"

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the changing room.

"Carmy, wha-"

He started kissing you, dirty, his tongue eager and his hands everywhere. After the initial shock, you sighed into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of him all around you, tracing the muscle of his arms over his shirt. You hummed into his mouth. 

Pleasure took over and when Carmy started undressing you, you followed suit. You opened you legs to bracket one of his thighs, getting close. He seemed to enjoy it, grinding against you. It was a lot; the feeling of him vibrating out of his skin on your front and the wall on your back...

"Fuck," Carmy breathed hard against your neck as he unbuttoned his trousers and yours. Before you knew it, he had taken your trousers and your underwear off all at once. 

"You brought something?" you asked into his ear, out of breath and needy.

"Yes, I got you, yes," he groaned as he put the condom on. 

You smiled into his shoulder. He was desperate, out of his mind with want, and he still took care of you. That tenderness turned into lust quickly though when his arms lifted you up against the wall so that you had to hold his shoulders with all your strength and cross your legs behind his waist. He started pounding into you hard, a little painful, the sounds he made were feral - it was so so good.

"Jesus, fuck!" he growled on the side of your face. 

You couldn't speak, the only thing you could utter were choked out, wanton moans. 

Your orgasm surprised you. Between one thrust and the other, you started shuddering with pleasure. It was almost silent, but overwhelming all the same. His hair tickled at your cheek and your legs shook around his waist. Carmy kept you upright as he went on, chasing his peak, and you let him, whispering encouragement.

"That was so hot, Carmy, so fucking hot," you mumbled. "I'd let you do that to me every day."

His hips stuttered then. He let out a moan so lewd that it made you curl your toes and hum with pleasure. He lowered you to your feet as gently as he could with his arms and legs trembling.

"Holy shit," he sighed.

"You can say that again," you replied, your fingers carding through his hair. "What happened?"

"Dunno," he was still trying to catch his breath, lingering in your embrace. "I just- couldn't stop thinking about you. What I'd do to you. And then the lunch rush and- I felt like I needed you right now or I would die."

You nodded, your heart beating faster even though you both were still. 

"I haven't stopped thinking about you either, for the record. Ever since, you know..." you blushed.

"I didn't think it would be that good," he confessed, his face hidden in your neck. "I can't stop thinking about it," he caressed your lower back. "I feel like a fucking teenager or, I don't know, Richie."

You both laughed. 

"I think it's sweet," you said after a while. 

He took a step back to look at you, disbelief painted all over his face. But you leaned over and kissed him tenderly to clear up any doubts. 

"Come on," you said. "Let's get dressed before they realize you're missing."

Carmy put his boxers on and then helped you dress, placing kisses in random places as he went. Then, he quickly dressed himself. He was flushed but his hair looked the same as ever. The same couldn't be said about you - the mirror showed the picture of a well-fucked woman, hair messy and clothes wrinkled. 

"This is vintage, you know?" you reprimanded him playfully as you rearranged your top to actually cover your bra.

"1960s?" Carmy guessed.

"1970s, but close enough," you kissed his cheek and sent him off. "Go! I'll see you later."

He went back for another kiss before running out of the shop and into the restaurant, not before turning the door sign back to open.

~

While a quickie in the back of the store was understandably thrilling, you both agreed that everyone at the restaurant would figure out something was off if Carmy kept disappearing for fifteen minutes, then coming back smiling. So, you started to schedule some time together. It forced Carmy to take time off the restaurant, which initially made you feel guilty until you bumped into Richie one day.

"Looking for Carmen?" he asked, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Yeah, I'll wait, don't worry." You were supposed to be walking together to his apartment for a quiet night in. 

"I have to thank you," Richie said all of a sudden. 

"Thank me?"

"You're keeping him sane - Carmy," he took a deep breath. "He was this, you know, fucking control freak, micromanaging nightmare," he cleared his throat. "He's taking time off, leaving on time, because of you."

You played with the strap of your handbag nervously. How do you reply to that? 

"Uh, you're welcome, I guess."

"I mean it," he insisted. "He's actually sleeping and shit. He's intense. I know," he waved the cigarette around. "But he's- family, you know? I want him to be happy."

You smiled. "I want that too," you said softly.

"Good," he replied simply and walked away just as Carmy got out, jacket and hat on. 

"Was that Richie?"

"Yep," you said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. 

"What'd he tell you?" he looked nervous.

"Nothing," you shrugged and then added with a smile: "Only that you are very annoying and that he thanked me for taking you away."

"Fuck off," he chuckled and put an arm around you. "Let's go home."

~

Carmy was on top of you, the mattress was swaying back and forth with the force of his thrusts, and your hands were grabbing his ass, keeping him close. You weren't kissing, not really - your lips touched his, mouths open, moaning against each other. It was messy and beautiful. 

"Holy shit," he groaned, picking up speed. 

You arched your back trying to get the right angle, to have his cock hit that spot inside you, but he kept missing. It was a little frustrating but you held on to him; his skin was warm and soft, and the sounds he made were heavenly. It was all for you, it was everything.

"Carmy," you moaned softly.

"Oh, fuck," his climax hit him like a train; he collapsed on top of you, hips still trembling. You shifted to hold him close to your chest, your hands caressing his curls. The back of his neck was wet with sweat. 

After a little while, he gathered enough strength to roll off from you, his breaths still labored. 

"I love how you sound when you come," you confessed, tracing his jawline with your finger. He hummed, soft smile and closed eyes. 

Suddenly, he opened his eyes. "Wait, you didn't-?"

You shook your head, still touching his face.

"It happens. Remember I told you it wasn't always like that?"

In truth, you had been very lucky that this was the first time you two had this particular problem. Either Carmy was a very good student or you were absolutely crazy about him. Maybe both. 

"What can I do?" a wrinkle between his eyebrows interrupted the bliss on his face and you tried to iron it out with your fingers. 

"I'm a big girl. I can manage," you declared. "You can watch if you want," you said mischievously. 

Carmy gulped. "Okay."

You opened your legs wide, feet on the mattress, and you started fingering yourself. It was slow, you turned your head to see Carmy as you moaned, putting a little bit of a show. He got close, his forehead to yours.

"Can I help? Please, let me help," his voice was hoarse with need. 

You guided his hand down. He had gotten quite good at reading you since that first time together, getting quicker when you gasped, pressing harder when you moaned. 

It startled you when he stopped - you whined a little.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I just want to try something."

You saw him raise the hand that had been touching you up to his face. Without breaking eye contact, he sucked his middle finger dry. You moaned at the sight. 

Slowly, he kissed his way down your body: your neck, your shoulder, your nipple, your belly, your hip... He shifted on the bed until he was lying on his stomach, between your legs.

"I'm gonna need you to guide me here," Carmy said; you could feel his exhale on your navel. 

"Fuck, Carmy," you writhed on the bed. "Hold me," you gestured at the place on your hips that would keep you still, his long fingers anchored there. "Do what you're comfortable with," you said, flushed to the chest with desire, "I'll tell you where it feels good."

You expected him to maybe kiss around your clit shyly, perhaps the gentle touch of his tongue between your folds... You didn't expect him to lick a long stripe from the bottom of your lips to the top, flicking at your clit. You let out a loud moan. He repeated the movement a few times, speeding up as he went, you buried a hand in his curls. 

"Yes, that feels- yes," you mumbled nonsensically. He hummed into you. 

Then, he peppered kisses all over, which felt nice and let you catch your breath, but he wasn't satisfied. He reached your clit and started licking at it. You thanked your stars for Carmy's strong hands, because you could not stay still, writhing in pleasure. 

"That's so fucking good, Carmy," your voice went higher and your fingers tugged at his curls. 

He moved downwards, lapping eagerly at your wetness, his nose hitting your clit as he moved.

"Fucking- oh!" you arched your back and he tightened the grip on your hips, almost bruising and so hot. "Please don't stop," you begged. 

He stayed there, keeping his rhythm steady, tilting his head a little, making you moan.

"You make me feel so good, Carmy," you praised, knowing by now that he liked that. He looked up, his eyes dark with lust, and you extended a hand to hold his, tattooed fingers intertwined with yours. "You are so good to me."

He sped up at that, the slow tilt of his head turned into him shaking it, his beautiful nose hitting your clit mercilessly. His mouth kept sucking and sucking, bringing you closer and closer...

"I'm gonna-" you gasped for air. "I'm gonna come."

It was white hot, blinding, and loud. You didn't realize you were screaming until you stopped. Carmy soothed the skin on your hips gently, waiting for you to come back. His blue eyes marveled at the sight of you and he ran a hand over his face to clean up a little bit. 

"Carmy," was all you managed to say, out of breath and absolutely fucked out. He climbed up your body and kissed you, smiling against your mouth.

"I love the way you sound too."

[Part 3]

[butchcarmy]

the jaw all white outfit from the sags… so many weddingday!carmy thots…

UGH he looked so good in the all white!! Those pics of him got me thinkin about taking the clothes off of him…although he's putting the clothes on in those imgs… let's just pretend…

Tags: suggestive, wedding night, telling carmy he’s pretty, undressing him

“You looked so handsome today,” you tell him when you're alone. It's the two of you in your bedroom after the wedding, still dressed in your formal attire. His suit remained fairly pristine throughout everything, especially given how you couldn't get your hands off him. To be fair, he wasn't much better in that regard.

“You were more beautiful,” he replies quietly. He pulls you in, hands gentle on your waist. “I still can't believe it.”

“What, that we're married?” You run your hands down the white lapels of his suit.

“Well, that’s one way to put it. I just…still can't believe that I got to marry you.” He's smiling again, like he's been doing all day. “Didn't feel real until I saw you walking down the aisle.”

“Didn't feel real through all the planning?” You tease, and he sighs. The planning was a huge source of stress, even through all the joy that came with it. “I know what you mean, though. Seeing you in this suit, I just…”

“Liked seeing me dressed up, huh?”

“Yes,” you whisper, carefully unbuttoning his jacket. “Couldn't stop thinking about taking it off of you.”

You kiss him on the lips, slow and sweet. He tastes faintly of the wine you both had earlier at dinner. You kiss his cheek, his jaw, and he tilts his head back when you trail your lips down his neck. Your hands gently take his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms.

“You’re so pretty, Carmy,” you continue softly, your fingers unbuttoning his shirt now. He chuckles, likely in equal parts affection and bashfulness. “So, so pretty.”

“You think I’m pretty?” His cheeks are flushed by your praise. You’ve undone the last button, creating a sliver of bare skin down the front of him. You slide your hands under his shirt to gingerly take it off of him.

“Oh my god, yeah. You’re gorgeous. I swear I’ve told you this before, baby.” You’ve slipped his shirt off, and now he stands before you bare chested. You openly rake your eyes over his figure, running your hands over his warm skin. You start at his happy trail, go up his toned stomach, and smooth your thumb over the faded triangle tattoo on his chest.

“You have, I just…” Your thumb runs over his nipple, stiffening it, and he inhales sharply. “I, um, have never been called pretty before…I think.”

“What?” You gasp, aghast. How could you have missed this? Have you really never called him pretty before? “Well, clearly I need to tell you more often. Because you are. You’re my pretty boy, and I get to have you all for myself.”

“Mm, I’m all yours, beautiful,” he murmurs back, pulling you into a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you so much. So, so much.”

“I love you too, Carm,” you say, your chest full of affection. “I’m so happy you’re mine.”

“And I’m so happy that you’re mine.” He surprises you then, sweeping you off your feet and throwing you onto the bed. He’s peppering your face in kisses, and you can’t help your giddy laughter. “Let me show you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

“I like the sound of that,” you reply, somewhat breathless. Carmy just smiles, and he starts taking off your clothes. He’s not gonna take it easy on you tonight.

[neonovember]

Never not feeling thirsty for Carmy. I am so excited for the new season I can’t WAIT. But low-key though? Never not thinking spicy thoughts about him, I wanna palm him through his jeans while kissing him and when he finally cums he moans all hot and needy into my mouth. I need to make him feel like a princess

omg omg omg, driving across country to try some enchilidas carmen is 98% sure wasn't a fever dream and you just reach over and sink your hands into his pants..make him swerve off the dirt road shoulder while your thumb circles his tip, already weeping for you. so slick and wet and ready for you, and with the way he just whimpers?

his tatted knuckles gripping the wheel so tight whilst you stroke him all soft and slow. "go-od, please baby" "need it so bad", grunting and hips canting up, humping himself into the coloumn of your wrist as you squirm in your seat.

going to stop the car off the side of the road when you grip his base but you urge him to keep driving, there isn't anyone for miles and you wanna see how long it takes before he's making a mess in his pants.

ty and good bye

tags <3 @hansfics @kpopgirlbtssvt @parmforcarm @nolita-fairytale