Cannibal!Carmy who has one taste of you and immediately needs to try and recreate how you taste!! Nobody understands what the fuck he's doing when he's experimenting with different kinds of animal blood and nobody knows where the fuck he's getting it from.
More IS coming
I will be ready and waiting for more🫡
The first time Carmy got to taste you was actually a complete accident on his part.
Your body is already covered in hickeys and bite marks, you’re basically just cock warming him at this point because he’s too focused on mouthing every inch of your skin to actually move.
That’s why, when he gets that sweet metallic taste on his tongue, he doesn’t even connect the fact that him tasting blood means he broke skin.
It’s short lived as your yell brings him back to reality.
“Fuck…”
That’s all he can get out when he wipes his fingers on his lips and sees bright red.
“I–didn’t–shit, are you okay?”
There’s a light sting pain in your shoulder but it doesn’t exactly feel bad, and it honestly hurts less than a paper cut. “I’m okay…I just didn’t expect you to bite that hard.”
“I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to do that–”
You cut him off before he can keep rambling.
“Really, bear. It doesn’t hurt and besides it’s small, I’m not even bleeding anymore.”
He can feel that familiar weight of anxiety settle in his stomach. Except it feels different this time. He feels bad for hurting you, but he doesn’t exactly regret what he did.
He wants it.
He needs it, needs to taste you again. But you can’t exactly ask your girlfriend to give you some of her blood for undisclosed reason.
So he’ll have to make do.
He gets the idea when he’s cutting into some wagyu. The red seeping out of the meant isint actually blood, but it looks like it. And then he realizes that it’s much easier to get your hands on animal blood.
And it may be less suspicious since he’s a chef, but not by much.
That’s clear when Richie comes out of the walk-in holding the gallon of pork blood Carmy purchased.
“Yo, cousin! Why the fuck do we have a whole jug of blood in the walk-in?!”
“For cooking. It’s a restaurant, Richie.” Carmys voice is short, and clipped in a way that you can tell when someone’s trying not to get upset.
“When have we ever used blood? what fucking recipe calls for that!?” Of course he has to make a special of everything, talking with his hands while still holding the jug.
“Cousin, if you drop that I’m braking your fucking nose. That shits expensive, put it back.”
“What are you doing some witchcraft shit? Because I’m telling you now, you don’t mess with that stuff man. Like that stuff actually real, I swear.”
“Witchcraft, what?–no it’s for cooking you dipshit!”
“Whatever you say, carm. Better not be on some hannibal lecter bullshit…” Richie mumbles under his breath as he goes back to the walk-in.
It’s Richie, he’s always making some sort of dumb joke or something, but the Hannibal Lecter comment still makes Carmy feel like he’s gonna break out into a sweat.
Why do you want that, anyways?
“What?” Carmys ask as he whips his head around, his heart sinking into his chest at the question.
“I said where’d you get that from, anyways?” Syd repeats.
“Oh… I uh–I got it from one of the meat guys.” Carmy shrugs, immediately turning around and going back to what he was doing so no one can see his guilty expression.
Summary: Not everyone can handle the stress of the kitchen. Good thing you don’t have to! It’s much more fun to play all day!!
Word count: 900+
Tags: tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of arguments and Carmy + Syd being salty
a/n: The idea of teacher!reader came from my amazing mutual @0-n-1-x during a very extensive discussion of different sydcarmy ideas
The second you hear the front door open you’re ears perk up like a puppy
“Hi guys!”
Neither of them answers.
“…Hello?”
Carmy walks in first, dropping his keys in the little ceramic bowl by the front door, the one with bear ears that insisted on buying.
Syd comes in behind him, silently taking her jacket off. Neither of them look at each other.
Oh.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.” They both respondat the same time.
“Okay...”
Carmy looks at you.
You look at Syd.
Syd looks at Carmy.
“You guys had a fight?”
“No.”
“Yes.”
Carmy looks at Syd.
“You said it wasn’t a fight, earlier.”
“Well maybe I just wanted you to drop it so–”
You hold up both your hand.
“don’t care!”
They both stop and look at you.
You pat the couch “Come here.”
Carmy sighs.
“Peach–”
“Come here.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. Syd follows a second later.
You make them both sit on either side of you, acting a bit like a buffer in a way.
Carmy drops down beside you, looking absolutely exhausted while Syd curls up on the other side.
You look between them.
“Okay, so... you guys are obviously not talking to each other.”
“We’re talking…” Syd mumbles.
“You haven’t said anything to each other since you walked in.”
“We’re tired.”
“Uh-huh.”
Carmy rubs his face.
You lean against him.
“And you’re all grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy.”
“You are.”
“I’m tired.”
“That’s what grumpy people say.”
He huffs slightly.
“You’re annoying.”
“You love me.”
“Yeah…” he admits without hesitation
“See?” You smile.
Syd laughs quietly.
Carmy looks over at her “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Anyway.”
You look at both of them.
“I had a really good day today.”
“Yeah?” Carmy hums.
“Mhm.”
You start talking before either of them can interrupt.
“We made little paper plate animals today.”
Syd turns her head.
“Paper plate animals?”
“Yup.”
“What kind?”
“Cats, dogs, fish, all different kinds, and thus one kid glued like seventeen googly eyes on hers.”
“Seventeen?”
“Mhm, I counted!”
“Why?”
“Because I was curious.”
Syd smiles.
“And then she got mad because she ran out of googly eyes.”
Carmy laughs under his breath.
“She used all of them?”
“Apparently.”
You shake your head.
“Then we had snack.”
“What’d you give then?” Syd asks.
“Apple slices and crackers.”
“Honestly that sounds better than what we make, wayyy less complicated.” Syd sighs
“One of my kids tried to trade me his apple slices.”
“For what?” Carmy asks
“A sticker.”
“Did you take it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Maybe because he’s five, carm?” Syd raises her brow
“That’s not a reason.”
“I can’t be teaching my students how to barter!”you laugh
“I didn’t say that.” He frowns
“You literally just said she should have traded with him.”
He shrugs.
You immediately notice the small smile on Syds face.
“You’re smiling.”
“No I’m not.”
She tries to hide it, putting her hand up to “discreetly”cover her mouth
You reach over and grab her face, squishing her cheeks a bit before planting a kiss on her lips.
“There. Now you’re definitely smiling.”
“I’m just happy to see you...”
“I missed you too.”
You can practically feel the puppy dog eyes Carmys giving you even though you can’t see his face so youturn toward him.
“And missed you too.” You say as give him a kiss on his cheek.
Then you immediately go back to your story.
“Anyway, for recess i brought chalk outside with us.”
Syd rests her head against your shoulder.
“What’d you draw?”
“A horse.”
“Was it good?”
“No, the kids told me it looked like a giraffe. Think I made the neck too long.”
Carmy can’t help but smile while he chuckles to himself.
There’s special things about Carmy and Syd that you Charisse. For Carmy it’s when he smiles, but only when it’s the kind that you know is genuine because you can’t hold it back.
You keep talking, telling them about how you debated with a five year old that the reason they couldn’t fly wasn’t because they were too fat.
The kid who keeps eating crayons.
Another kid who asked you if teachers live at school.
And then you remember something.
“Oh! And one of my kids asked me if I have a husband.”
Syd lifts her head.
“What’d you say?”
“I said no.”
Carmy raises an eyebrow.
You look at him.
“What?”
“You said you don’t have a husband.”
“Because I don’t!”
He looks at Syd.
Syd looks at him.
Then she looks at you.
“You could’ve said you have two beautiful chefs who who hang out with.”
You laugh.
“I don’t need a bunch of five year olds knowing my personal life.”
“Well they asked.” Carmy mumbles
“They ask me why we can’t see air.”
“Fair.”
You smile and lean back.
“And then we read a book.”
“What book?”
“The Very Hungry Caterpillar.”
Carmy nods.
“Classic.”
“One of the kids asked me why the caterpillar eats so much.”
“Because he’s hungry, duh?” Syd says.
“I told him that.” You shrug.
“What did he say?”
“He said, ‘That’s not a good reason.’”
You keep talking for another few minutes.
Eventually, you realize Carmy’s hand is resting on your thigh. And Syd’s arm is around your waist.
The three of you basically sandwiched together despite all the room there is in the couch.
“Huh...”
“What?” Syd asks.
“You guys are both holding onto me.”
Carmy nods softly.
“Yeah.”
Syd squeezes your waist.
“Problem?”
“Not at all.”You smile.
“Just observing.”
You look between them. They’re both finally relaxed.
No more weird silence, more restaurant fights left simmering in the background.
carmy was a daddy kink lives in my mind 24/7 like he’s so daddy i need your thoughts on it!!
You are literally me anon, I love daddy kink and I love Carmy.
But with that being said, there’s just too many vastly different scenarios in my brain :( do you have any specific ideas or scenarios on it? Please send them in if you do cus I really wanna do them <3
To everyone, please send daddy kink ideas with carm
hello from me who discovered your acc at the perfect time apparently 😛
anywayyyyy big ol muscled Carm with a plus sized girl... (i'm definitely not being self-indulgent here)
I myself am not plus sized but I tried my best, let me know if you have any thoughts/constructive criticism, hope you enjoy! :)
Carmys very physically affectionate, so he lovesss to (gently) manhandle his partner, and he won’t let anything like size stop him!!!
He gets mildly frustrated whenever you hesitate to lay on him or sit on lap, so when you are laying/sitting on him he keeps you there as long as possible just to prove that it isn’t a problem for him (he’s basically keeping you hostage)
He’s the kind of person who thinks that the bigger you are just means the more of you he has to love.
He’s never been one to think of physical appearances much (regarding others and himself) so he doesn’t really understand anxiety’s or insecurity’s you have regarding being plus sized
If he makes you food and you deny it he’ll never force you to eat it, be he definitely will not encourage or even amuse the idea of you not eating anything. He’s always reassuring you that he doesn’t care about your size and just wants you loved and taken care of.
(This isn’t exclusive to plus size reader but…) He loves stretch marks, no doubt about it. He thinks they make you even more gorgeous and he can't resist kissing them each time he sees them. He's genuinely shocked when he learns how stigmatized they are and doesn't understand how anyone could think like that.
Carmy can not, and will not, tolerate anyone making comments about you being plus sized
Even if you ignore the comment or don’t let it affect you he’s still furious, it doesn’t matter if it upsets you or not, he will always defend you and/or chew someone out for that stuff.
This goes for backhanded compliments as well, if someone says something like ‘you’re so brave for wearing that’ he’s immediately going “brave for what? Wearing clothes???”.
hey I luv your writing so much can you pretty please write some carmy x fem reader somno…..
I love these kinda of request, plz keep sending stuff like this guys🥲
Cw: they have talked about somo prior it’s just not mentioned, not meant to be dubcon
It’s the same routine almost every night, he gets home, showers, slips into bed and than slips into you
Carmy works so hard,the least you can do is let him use you whenever he needs.
And tonight’s no different.
After minutes of tossing and turning, trying to go to sleep, he realizes that he won’t be able to rest until he gets rid of the ache in his sweats.
You’re back already turned towards him so he just presses himself up against you, his painfully hard cock rubbing against your practically bare ass.
You rarely wear pajamas, you almost always just wear one of Carmys t-shirts and a pair of panties.
He leaves soft kisses against your neck as one of his hands moves up your shirt to palm at your breasts.
His other hand makes quick work of his pants and boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his dick, pulling your underwear to the side so that he can sink into your warm heat.
You’re already wet, probably dreaming of him, but it’s still a bit of a stretch to fit him inside of you no matter how many times you’ve done it before.
“Carmy..?” You mumble sleepily, awoken by the beautiful sting of him inside you. The only thing your brain registers being the feeling of him sinking in and out of your cunt.
“Shh, go back to bed baby. Get your beauty sleep, I just needed to unwind a bit.” He coo’s in your ear, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“Can’t…it f-feels too good, bear” whimper softly.
“Yeah?” He asks as the hand that was on your breast moves down to your aching clit.
The little “Mhm” you let out is a shudder at best.
“So good for me, letting me fuck this pretty pussy even when you’re sleeping” he hums.
As much as he loves being inside you, it doesn’t exactly take away the deep ache in his bones caused by the food service industry.
The fingers on your clit get faster as he rubs tighter circles “c’mon…let it all out for me”
“Mphhh noo, wannt you to keep me fullll” you whine.
He sighs, hes too tired to keep going but he can never say no to you “I’ll cum in you to keep you full, okay, baby?” He compromises
You let out some little hiccups and sobs “fine…” you mumble with a pout. You’re definitely spoiled, but than again, it’s completely his fault you’re like this.
This au/concept was originally made by my mutual @j4ckr4bbits, go check them out!!
Tags: Readers implied to be an alcoholic, cheating, lip is his own warning, reference to sh if you squint really hard, slightly suggestive but only for angst purposes, criticizing someone’s trauma responses (lip -> Carmy), slight bit of toxic masculinity, mostly just dialogue, themes of self hatred, hurt/no comfort
The first time you called Lip Carmy you're black out drunk.
After picking you up from whatever shitty dive bar you were at he brought you back to his place.
He wasn’t gonna risk leaving you alone in this state. So that’s why you’re in his bed cuddled up right against him.
“I’m so sorry carm…” You mumble.
He doesn’t even think you’re talking to him at first, considering your eyes are shut. That is until you look up at him with those glazed over eyes.
“I’m sorry I keep lying to you. I love you…ok?”
“Mhm, just go to bed and shut the fuck up” lip sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he tries to pretend that you didn’t just call him, the guy you’ve been hooking up with for weeks, by your boyfriend's name.
He doesn’t know how to process this whole situation you guys are in, so he doesn’t. He'd rather you’d just pass out already.
“I’m trying to stop…” You sniffle out.
He doesn’t know if you’re talking about the booze or him, it’s probably both.
Either way, he knows it’s a lie.
The second time you called him Carmy it was during sex.
Everything goes as normal, or as normal as it can be fucking your friend because your boyfriend won’t, until you moan his name.
In a matter of seconds Lip’s already pitting his clothes back on as you cover yourself with your bedsheet.
“Lip–wait I didn’t mean to say that.”
“You know if you love your boyfriend so much maybe you should stop fucking other guys and have him drag your sorry as home every night you're piss drunk.” he scoffs as he zips up his jeans.
He doesn't even bother to look at you while he speaks. But the worst part is that he's not mad.
Well, he obviously is mad, but not mad in the way that Lip Gallagher usually is. He feels things deeply and always ends up lashing out in sine way
But he's disturbingly calm.
“You know it’s not like that…”You're glad he's not looking at you, it would only amplify the feelings of guilt and self hatred that you try to keep buried deep.
“Then what the fuck is it like, huh?”
“Because I have needs, and I’m not gonna pressure him into having sex with me!”
The feeling of tears building up behind your eyes is scolding hot.
You don't want to cry, you aren't trying to guilt him, you're not even sure why you're crying.
If you actually felt that bad you wouldn't have done any of this in the first place, no?
“Ok fine, sure, if that’s what you wanna believe…”
You do believe it, but there's a difference between truth and beliefs.
“…then tell me why he's not the one being called in the middle of the night to come pick you up?”
“I've told you already…” Your voice is incredibly quite to match the fact that you feel ten time smaller than you actually are. Even with the sheets wrapped around your bare skin you feel naked.
It's like your skin's been peeled back to display how you actually are, and not the version of yourself you want people to see you as.
“You tell me a lot of shit when you're drunk so sorry if I can't exactly remember what bullshit you spew.”
“He doesn't…his family has a bad family history with alcohol, he gets uncomfortable around nd that kind of stufff...”
“Yeah, Well tell him to get his ass in line, because he’s not fucking special. You wanna talk about a bad family history with alcohol? My dad practically invited that shit!”
You know that. The Gallaghers remind you far too much of the Berzattos.
So why are you fine with making one of them constantly relive the bad memories that have shaped their lives but not the other?
Lip huffs “He's just a fucking pussy. Maybe he should grow some fucking balls sometime”
Because you love Carmen more or because you know that Phillip could never accept being loved? I don't know, I don't want to think about it.
“Find someone else to call the next time you ruin yourself” He says as he leaves your home, not even giving you the privilege of hearing him slam your front door.
I believe that Jeremy Allen White and Gerran Howell are social experiments bc they are literally the same person except ones from the uk and the others from the usa. Like these r the same person😭
Here’s a list of things they have in Common bc I feel the need to share
They are both 35 and their birthdays are both by the end of February
They are both 5’7
They where both 2000s emo boys with the straight hair, and both now have curly hair
They both have that weird hair color where sometimes it looks brown and sometimes it looks blond
They both have scary blue eyes
They are best well known from a popular series they starred in as a teen (shameless in the us for Jaw and young Dracula in the uk for GH)
do you have any ideas or headcanons for sydcarm x reader where she visits the restaurant for a work event/dinner with coworkers? maybe they know or maybe they dont. I think it would be funny if richie or fak finds out theyre dating while doing background research on the table
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Hello 🐙!! Always lovely to see ur requests <3
- Richie has seen you around the restaurant briefly but from the outside it just seems like you’re a close friend of Syds.
- he recognizes you which a group of people he assumes to be your friends or coworkers. When he walks by your table he hears you proudly announce “my partner actually works here!”.
Syds into chicks? Richie thinks, he surprised because the relationship she has with Carmy is too intimate for them to just be friends, but she also has a girlfriend?
- for the rest of the night he takes every chance he gets to walk by your table and eavesdrop on your conversations, hoping to inadvertently find out more details.
It’s mostly just work chatter, and he’s admittedly very disappointed. But as you guys are leaving after having paid the bill he overhears you sheepishly say “oh, my boyfriend actually works here too and kinda sorta the place...”
- Thank god you guys where some of the last people to leave, because as soon as possible he comes running into the kitchen shouting “COUSIN AND SYD ARE FUCKING THE SAME GIRL”
hey diva :) my laptop hinge just snapped off and I was wondering how (healed , I hope) Carm would help reader through something out of his depth !! like he doesn’t wanna mess it up but bc he loves them he’ll try
idk if you’d even like writing this but I saw you ask for requests so I thought I’d throw my fluff hat in the ring lolol xo
Yes yes!! I know I do write a lot of smut but I like to write all finds things (don’t send angst unless you want me to make you cry)
Carmy has had his own fair share of panic attacks, breakdowns, freak outs and spiraling do he knows how it feels.
But when it’s happening to someone else? He’s completely and utterly lost.
His mind immediately goes to fixing whatever is wrong, but at this point he’s realized that he can’t always fix everything, so he does the next best thing which is support.
He really doesn’t know what to say but he makes sure you know he’s there for you by quite literally being there. He’ll sit next to you whenever you are, couch, kitchen table, kitchen floor, bathroom floor, it doesn’t matter to him.
“I’m here.”
“I wound leave unless that’s what you want.”
“just tell me if you need anything, okay?”
It’s simple things like that he’ll say, but he knows how much those words actually mean too someone in times like that.
Because he wishes someone would have said those things to him.
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