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SHE/HER ⋆.˚
F!READER WORKS. 18+ BLOG. MDNI.
masterlist | currently only writing for carmy
Old pic I don’t remember seeing before!
Currently my favorite niche is “Jeremy Allen White learning how to cook for The Bear”.
it's sophie's idea, which means it happens whether anyone agrees to it or not.
she's two and a half and she has natalie's eyes and her patience, which is to say she has no patience, and she'd announced hide and seek in the middle of a quiet afternoon by planting herself in the center of the living room and pointing at each adult in turn.
“hide,” she'd said. her cute face extremely serious. “now!”
pete had said okay, bug before anyone else had a chance to weigh in, which is how pete operates. richie had looked around for someone to back him up and found no one, because natalie was already covering her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing, and carmen had looked at the floor in the way he does when he's pretending not to find something funny, and you'd said yeah, okay, soph because you'd do pretty much anything that small person asked you to do and everyone in the room knows it.
so now sophie is standing with her hands over her eyes making sounds that are roughly one, two, four, two, seven in the confident tone of someone who has mastered counting, and five adults are scrambling.
richie goes for the bathroom. pete heads toward the bedroom. natalie mouths good luck at you from the hallway before slipping around the corner.
carmen grabs your wrist.
birthday boy || Carmy Berzatto x reader || 2.02k
nutrition facts: 18+ themes, fem!reader, strippers, cursing, drinking, lingerie, male orgasm, pt. 1/2
Carmen could feel the place before he saw it. This part of town felt different from the rest; the air was thicker and warmer, thousands of perfumes overlapping and mixing with the smell of the sea air. Streetlights seemingly dimmer and farther between. The sidewalks thumped under their feet with the bass of 3 dozen bars and clubs in the surrounding 3 miles.
You wouldn't think Middle-to-Northern East Coast towns would be good party spots, but Richie swore by this town.
“I'm telling you, it's the perfect spot for your 27th!” Richie insisted. It took some convincing to visit this “hidden gem” of a sea-side city, but when Syd and Fak joined in with Richie's praises of the town, they managed to collectively break his walls down with only minimal threatening.
I LOVE THIS! can’t wait for part 2
Jeremy outtake from 2024
bear with me (I have a bear with me)
you don’t notice it at first.
you’re sitting at the small table by the window, laptop open, half a cup of coffee gone cold beside you. something for work, something that needs your full attention — and you’re giving it. brows slightly furrowed, fingers moving steadily across the keyboard.
carmy’s been moving around the apartment for the past half hour. not loud. never loud. just… there.
My GOD he looks good. Those arms. The veins…. He’s back to beefing up for something and I am not complaining!
men come and go but x reader fic is forever
The thought of giving Carmy a handjob in the car on your way to a dinner date 😵💫😵💫
He looks too good not to. Out of his normal garb, donning instead a pair of slacks that hugged his thighs just right, and a baby blue button up rolled to his elbows, he has you drooling. Toughened forearms on display, shiny wristwatch bringing attention back to his veiny hands—those hands that make you so soft, so pliant for him, those hands that do everything for you. And the way he drives you wherever you please, with one hand gripping the wheel and the other squeezing your thigh, or toying with your hair, or held in your hands.
He couldn’t be sexier if he tried.
You first strike at a red light. You take his free arm into your grasp, thumbing at the sinew the way he likes, and purr as you kiss the back of his hand. “Carmy?”
“What’s up, baby?” He stays facing forward, illuminated by a red glow, yet brings your hand to his lips so you get a kiss of your own.
one of my favorite authors is back 🥹🥹🥹🥹
THE BEAR || S1E3: Brigade / S3E9: Apologies
not your boyfriend
a/n: carmen berzatto is more than smut i promise lol
it happens in line at the bakery.
you don’t even realize you’ve done it until carmy goes very still beside you, like someone just pulled the emergency brake on his nervous system.
“yeah,” you’re saying to the girl behind the counter, pointing vaguely at him, “my boyfriend wants the sourdough, but i’m getting the pain au chocolat.”
boyfriend.
the word barely finishes leaving your mouth when you feel it — the shift. the silence. the stare.
you turn your head: his jaw is tight. eyes narrowed. offended. genuinely offended.
“boyfriend?” he repeats.
you blink. once. twice. “yeah?”
a sharp, frustrated breath leaves him, and for a moment, he looks truly stung. you’re used to his irritation; you’ve watched him weather his sister, richie, and the endless chaos of the faks. but this time, the annoyance doesn't quite hide the fact that he looks actually, deeply hurt.
“i’m not your boyfriend.”
the girl behind the counter freezes, pastry halfway into a bag. you immediately panic.
“oh my god — no, sorry — he is — i-i mean—”
“i’m not,” he says under his breath.
you stare at him.
“carm,” you say, lowering your voice. “are you serious right now?”
he looks at you, incredulous. “yeah. yeah, i’m serious. that’s not… accurate anymore.”
the girl behind the counter is very invested now.
you grin, reaching up to hook your fingers into the heavy wool of his collar. your thumb finds a sliver of warm skin at the nape of his neck as you pull him slightly closer. “i didn’t think you’d mind.”
he shrugs, but there’s something soft under it. “i don’t. i just—” another pause. “i like the other word.”
a snort escapes you. he’s being so absurdly sincere that you don’t know whether to poke fun at him or pull him into a kiss regardless of the strangers watching.
he won't let it go, doubling down. “we did a whole thing. w-we slow danced. there was a ring.”
you lift your hand between you, wiggle your fingers so the light hits the ring. “this ring?”
“yeah,” he says, satisfied. then, quieter, “that ring.”
you lean in, pressing a feather-light kiss to his cheek, lingering just long enough for him to feel the warmth of your breath. the noise of the crowd fades as you whisper the word directly into the space between you: “sorry, fiancé.”
that hits him different. you can tell. his shoulders relax. his mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile.
“thank you,” he mutters.
the girl behind the counter clears her throat. “so… two sourdoughs?”
carmy pauses. looks at you. then says, “yeah. for my fiancée.”
you laugh so hard you almost miss the pain au chocolat.
outside, walking down the street, he laces his fingers with yours, grip warm and solid.
“you can call me whatever you want,” he says, like he’s thought about it. “just… not boyfriend.”
you squeeze his hand. “heard, chef.”
he side-eyes you.
you grin. “i’m just kidding, baby.”
this time, he smiles. it’s a soft, prideful look that reaches his eyes. he knows it’s almost irrational, the way he’s making such a production out of this, but he can't pass up the chance to hear you claim him. loving you has made him realize he’s allowed to be a little greedy for once. and he isn’t about to stop now. not when he’s this far gone. not when he’s so irrevocably all in.
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Jeremy and Gabriel on the red carpet 🥹
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HE LETS HIM BEJEWELED
creating a new menu for the bear with carmy that turns into sucking oil off his tattooed fingers or dragging a piece of lamb down the ridges of his abs… licking a wet trail down his hips… cockdrunk on his shitty kitchen counter while he goes in detail about the meticulous process of the puréeing the orange that his tongue laps off your sensitive nipples… food play!
reading your own work is just the worst