You can't believe you really agreed to that stupid bet.
Walking through the city, towards some gory commotion Wade wanted front row seats to (before helping to diffuse the situation), you're so uncomfortable.
"Ooooh, it pulses, too? Gimme a quick review, dollface." Wade coos, and you're grateful that his mask conceals the shit eating grin he's probably got on his dumb face as you jolt and tense mid-step. The little bullet vibrator stuffed deep inside your gooey cunt rumbles through your core rhythmically, laughing at you with the same taunting nature as Wade beside you.
"Fucking stop-" You whine, hands grabbing at your sides and gripping onto the material of your top, trying to maintain a fragment of stability as you shoot Wade a harsh glare.
"Faster? Got ya." He chimes, upping the speed of the pulsing toy to a cruel pace, making you inhale sharply and run on wobbling, dripping legs to the nearest alley, Wade laughing and following close behind with eager strides.
You tug the collar of your suit down so that you can breathe better, face buried in your arms, which are crossed and pressed against the wall as you pant and mewl into your warm skin. Wade had shoved the stupid thing so deep you swear you could feel it buzzing in your tummy, making your stomach tighten and your hips buck and wind in a pathetic attempt to either escape the sensation, or fuck yourself against the vibrator.
Noticing your obvious desperation to achieve some relief one way or the other, Wade comes up behind you, powerful chest pressed right between your shoulder blades and pushing you further up against the wall. One of his hands snakes it's way between your legs, squeezing your ass on the way down before firmly pressing the heel of his palm against the base of the toy, intensifying every tingling, throbbing sensation of bliss coursing through your oozing pussy.
"And I thought I was the attention whore in this little operation. You couldn't even make it a few more blocks before needing my help? Filthy." Wade mutters, making you feel a flurry of mind numbing humiliation at your current situation as he goes further and dips his hand beneath your panties, fucking it up into you, the sick sounds of your slick squelching against hard, girthy silicone accompanying the sounds of people on the street a mere feet away from the two of you supposed 'heroes'.
His fingers are slick with your arousal as he grips the toy tightly, pulling it out of your tight cunt with no remorse, making you cry out in surprise and disappointment. But then, he doesn't let go. Instead, he holds the vibrator tightly against your clit, rubbing it in small, teasing circles that hurl you into a leg-shaking orgasm, pussy drenching the crotch of your panties, the gravel beneath your feet, and Wade's gloved hand.
With a low whistle and smug laugh, Wade fixes up your suit, but not before plugging up your gaped, glistening cunt with the vibrator once again. He turns it down to a low, sultry setting as he leads you back onto the main street, pretending like nothing happened so that he can keep having his fun with you.
Wade Wilson/Deadpool x gn!reader
| Fluff
| A/N: Sorry for not posting in a while yall, I had a huge test this month and needed to lock in 😮💨 Writing this lil thing for my man tonight, cuz it's just atrocious out here... wrong tagging for fics w/ completely diff characters, almost no content to begin with... Baby deserves better
✧ Dating Deadpool is a once in a lifetime kind of experience. There’s no one else quite like him, and when you finally get past the brazen jokes and his terrifying collection of weapons, you find a man that’s sweet and funny and adores you to bits.
✧ It takes a little while for Wade to feel at ease with taking his mask off around you… charisma and loudness aside, there is a part of him that fears the moment you see his true face, you’ll never want to see him again. It wouldn’t be the first time someone ran for the hills, and the thought of you following suit is enough to keep the mask on. The day he shows you- the day you tell him he’s still handsome and you aren’t going anywhere- is the day he falls in love.
✧ Even when he’s away on missions he still makes time to check in with you, whether that’s through facetime or spamming you with texts. He’s not shy to let you know just how much he misses your company and how hard he’s gonna hug (ahem) you when he comes home. If he’s been gone for longer than a week, you’ll often wake up to 10+ sickly sweet couple memes sent to you, like the ones of two cats sleeping together and cuddling. He’s a man in love, what is he to do?
✧ The banter is on a whole other level. Flirty, witty, teasing and insanely funny; it’s nothing like you’ve ever known before, and nothing you would ever trade. If you can keep up with the infamous Merc with a Mouth and give it right back to him, he’ll be swooning over you like a cat in heat.
✧ He’s a big fan of petnames, and the cheesier they are the better. Poohbear, honeybuns, peanut, smooshiepoo; in your boyfriend’s eyes, there is no such thing as “too cringey”.
✧ Wade has serenaded you on a couple occasions, and yes there was a dance number involved.
✧ Loves it when you take his clothes and wear them outside or around the house. There’s something incredibly intimate and domestic about seeing how his clothes fit on your body, and it just makes him feral. (He steals your underwear in return—it’s only fair after all).
✧ Speaking of clothes, Wade is enthusiastic about matching with you. You have plenty matching t-shirts and hoodies scattered in your wardrobe, some more appropriate than others. It’s like he makes it an objective to get the most tasteless and publicly unacceptable ones to add to your collection. For example, he got you a shirt that says ‘I beat my meat’ in big bold letters, and a matching one for him that says ‘Hi, I’m meat.’ He pouted until you finally relented and wore it (the stares you both got that day were uncountable).
✧ He even got you your very own Deadpool costume so you could match him. His cuteness aggression that day was something else, and you were lovingly dubbed his babypool. Some of those adoring kisses did turn to bites.
✧ He is constantly looking at you with so much adoration and love, his eyes might as well be big red hearts. He’ll cup your cheek and kiss your face like you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
✧ His love language? All of them, all the time. He brings you little trinkets and snacks whenever he can, and he has your coffee/tea order memorized. He’s constantly curious about the things you enjoy and like to do, and so it’s easy for him to remember when it comes to giving you gifts.
✧ Will genuinely, actually squeal if you get him/do something for him in return. He’s feeling down and you bring him a chimichanga? He mentions wanting something sweet and you make him some cookies? Oh, there’s tears in his eyes.
✧ He’ll draw pictures of you two together and hang them up on the fridge for you to find in the morning. Some are… more explicit than others.
✧ Dating the Deadpool is never boring, and you get exactly what you see. He’s always dragging you on late night adventures that end up with you two in places you’ve never been before, completely lost. One time he told you to come to the roof and he was waiting for you inside a helicopter. Yes, it was stolen. Surprisingly though, his dates can be very thoughtful and sweet, and he makes it a point to plan them often to keep the spark alive.
✧ It’s so easy to forget that your carefree and silly man is a mercenary sometimes… until it isn’t. Anybody who makes you feel uncomfortable or scared is promptly taken care of, and a part of you is almost too nervous to ask for details. You’ll never forget the deranged look in his eyes when a lowlife creep hit on you that one time…
Featuring: Logan Howlett (800+ wc), Kurt Wagner (900+ wc), Scott Summers (1.6k+, can you tell he's my favorite? I wasn't making a separate post just for him), and Wade Wilson (900+ wc)
Content Warning: 18+ NSFW, afab!reader, Logan smells reader, bad German translations for Kurt, switch!Scott (I know ball), switch!reader, not-so-dry humping, teasing, mating press, desperate need for touching, biting, (kinda) forced orgasm with Wade, referring to genitals like they're a person (Logan/Wade), Wade refers to himself as Daddy once, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex (Kurt/Scott), cream pie (Kurt/Scott), oral (f receiving), a lot of swearing, praise and groping.
Note: Following up on a request of (literally quoting) anything with Scott and Kurt with a Fem Reader. Happy Pride Month to my fellow queer people and our supporters. I love you and remember to be yourself ♥️🧡💛💚💙💜
Pt 1 Ft. Remy LeBeau + Anna Marie LeBeau
Logan
Morning breaks through the window next to your shared bed. The sounds of birds outside in the early sunlight draws your attention first as the grogginess settles in. Your eyes blink open, squinted up at the ceiling as you take in a deep breath as they fight the blinding light of early morning sunshine.
Your eyes shift to the right, the space next to you vacant of its usual inhabitant. No hairy lump of a man attached to your side to grumble about you grabbing him while you're sleeping. Acting like he hates it when you want to hold him first thing in the morning but never bothers putting up a fight and clings to you like some kind of attention starved puppy.
Your legs fidget, trying to wake up like the rest of your body. Just to be met with a growl coming from under the blanket. Mind slowly unfogging, you notice the boulder shape under the covers. Your hand moves to pull them back, Logan's face appearing with himself wrapped around your legs. Face shoved up against your mound through your sleep shorts, beard burning against your thighs while he nuzzles against your clothes slit. Taking in a deep breath, his eyes locked on the growing wet spot on the thin cotton.
"Morin' darlin'," he rasps through a scratchy morning voice. Head not lifting, not even budging as you blink away what you think is a dream.
"Logan, what the hell are you doing?" He shifts to his elbows, pushing the blanket off his head when you notice his eyes are blown wide, pupils nearly swallowing the blue of his eye whole.
"Tryna behave while you're sleepin'... Didn't wanna wake ya, but I could smell it on ya." He pushes back in, nosing at your clit through the thin cotton keeping him away from you. You preen against him with a whine, seem pressing into your sensitive bundle along with his prodding nose. Pressing up onto your elbows, he ruts his face into you. Growling again before looking up at you.
"You must have been sleepin' real good. Dreamin' about me, and what I could do to ya if you’re good for me." The familiar sound of Adamantium claws popping makes your thighs tense around his head.
"You always wanna test my patience, tap dance on my last damn nerve. But I can see it on ya too. She's just slick and waitin’ for me to enjoy her." Shiny silver slides against your skin with a gentle press under your shorts and up against the fabric. His pupils dilate like a predator spotting it's next meal.
"You don't mind me testin' that theory, do ya now? I'll make it worth your while and then some." He looks at you expectantly. Stupid little smug grin on his face. It's, obnoxiously, too inviting for you to say anything but a resounding yes.
You give a single nod before the shorts are shredded, a gasp ripping from your throat as he pounces on you like an animal. Claws retracted with a satisfied groan as he dived it. Tongue diving into your pussy like he's trying to scrape the last piece of meat off a bone. Gliding from hole to clit before driving directly into the exact spot he knows makes your toes curl up. Your feet pull at the hem of his shirt as your legs lock around him with a ragged moan.
His hand goes to your lower stomach, pressing gently to keep you in place. His nose rutting against your clit just right to make your thighs tremble as the knot in your stomach starts to form quickly.
"Logan..." You whisper his name, feeling his hand pull you down the bed closer to him. His tongue leaves your hole as two fingers glide in with ease, his lips move back to suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your fingers curl into his hair out of habit, tugging at his scalp and making him vibrate against you.
A gasp leaves your lips, feeling your hips start to buck, fighting against his firm hold as the build starts to get too overwhelming. Blissful contractions fill your stomach in waves, orgasm crashing with a muffled mixture of curses and his name.
Panting, you watch him lick his own fingers clean, relishing over the mess you've made of yourself as he stands up. Tugging you to the bottom of the bed by your ankles. There's a noticeable wet spot on the front of his boxers before he discards them. Cock slapping up against the thick bushel of hair on his lower stomach, thick and swollen as he grabs it and gives himself a few strokes. A bead of pre cum slipping from the red tip that quickly moves to coat his shaft in his hand. His grip finds your legs, moving them onto his shoulders as he ruts his tip teasingly through your wet folds.
"Hope you weren't thinkin' we were done. We gotta long morin' ahead of us, darlin'. And I'm lookin’ forward to tasting every single bit of you."
Kurt
Fingers glide over your belly in your wake. Gentle and fuzzy like the body wrapped around you. Blue fur pressed against the shimmering skin of your back, a peaceful purr planted somewhere in your hair. Both of your body's bare from the previous night's actions, skin still dewy and his fur rumpled like a feral animal. His lips move when he feels you stir, kissing behind your ear before you can look back at him.
"You're purring."
"I'm very happy, I have every reason to be. Did you sleep well?" You nod with a yawn, stretching your arms with a roll of your neck. Turning your body, you press into him, his tail curling around your waist. His chuckle gracing your ears, his lips ghosting down the side of your face over the trail he's taken so many times before.
Your hand glides over his firm hairy chest, rosary glinting in the early dawn light with it tangled up in your fingers. His teeth nip at your pulse, tail flicking mischievously against your back.
"How'd you sleep?" You finally question, his head pulling back, yellow eyes looking you over with a gentle smile. His head tilts forward, foreheads meeting with a relieved sigh.
"Better next to you. It's been too long since I got to wake up to you like this." He leans in, mouth planting against yours with a sense of hunger that can only come from your mischievous boyfriend. Lips and limbs tangle together. Breaking each other open through a messy clash of teeth and tongues.
Knee pressing up between your thighs with a roll of his hips. His cocks hard and begging for attention against your stomach. You moan into his mouth before he pulls away, face pressing into your neck. Lips latching onto your pulse with a gentle nibble.
"You just had me last night, you haven't had enough of me?"
"I could never have enough of you, mein Engel." You slowly grin, hand gliding down as it wraps around his base. Making him roll into your hand as he moans at the lazy stroke. Thumb teasing along the underside of his tip just how you know he likes it. Your body's lifted, Kurt moving you against the pillows as he climbs over you. Half lidded eyes looking over you with primal hunger, tongue licking over his teeth with a soft chuckle at your startled eyes.
"You're going to be the death of me... Or my fiery descent into Hell. Especially with every sinful thought that crosses my mind when I look at you like this." You smirk, giving him a gentle squeeze and tug.
"Then I guess you'll need to say a few hail marys to make up for it." He lets out a soft chuckle before his hands wander, lips meeting yours as his thick finger glides through your folds. Plunging into your welcoming heat and stretching you open as his tongue slips into your mouth with a soft hum. His hips try to fuck into your hand as his finger curls right into that spot that has the light behind your eyes turning white with bliss.
You huff against his lips, whining when he pulls away from your grip. Shifting up onto his knees, hands guiding your legs around his waist and crossing your ankles in a snug lock. His tail wraps around your ankles to keep you in place as he lines himself up at your entrance.
Slowly, he slips in with a sigh of relief. Snug in your walls as he finds himself laying over you again. Giving you time to adjust with whispered praises against your ear in German. Your arms wrap around him, both hands digging their nails into the flesh of his shoulder blades under fur.
You moan at the first slow but rough roll of his hips. Pelvis rutting perfectly against your body with the practiced expertise of a man on a mission. The sounds of wet skin meeting damp fur fills the bedroom to mix with the blessed sounds of your mixed pleasure. Blunt nails dig into him as a rough thrust meets the perfect angle.
You cry out, feeling him shift into the right position before starting to drill into that spot with zero hesitation. Tail unraveling your ankles and pulling your legs up higher. His hand glides between yourselves, thumb circling over your clit as you clamp down around him with a soft whimper of his name.
"That's it. Take what you need from me die Liebste, it's all yours. Only yours." His forehead leans down against yours, your eyes squeezing shut with the white hot pleasure blooming through your entire body as you crash over the edge. Gripping onto him as you come with a broken moan.
His hips stutter for a moment, rolls getting sloppy before the last few pounds send him to the point of no return. Face pressing into your neck as you feel him painting your insides with a shaky pant against your skin.
Huffing and puffing you both collapse. Kurt's hands smoothing up your thighs to rub circles on your hips as he tries to ground himself against you. Face pressed into your neck with a soft mutter.
"Ich liebe dich." He kisses your jaw, arm sliding under you as he gets comfortable on top of you. Ignoring his fur matting against your damp skin.
"I love you too." You mutter through rough breaths, lips finding his temple as you hold him close. Reveling in his weight against you and him. Your fluids mixing as come slowly seeps out around his soft cock.
Scott
Coming to life in the dim haze of your bedroom, you roll over, your husband's body turned towards the door. Acting as his usual shield between you and the world. A yawn slips through your lips, arm traveling over his side as you kiss between his shoulder blades. Not to wake him, just to show your undying affection. Face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he gently stirred.
"Down boy, no emergency, I just wanted to hold you." He hums, low and bassy as he turns towards you, meeting his groggy gaze through his sleep visor. Straps twisted from moving against his pillow, his hair puffed up like owl feathers behind his ears. It makes you chuckle as you're pulled in closer.
"What?" He mutters, hand coasting over your back. The cool metal of his wedding band complimenting his rough finger tips against your skin under your nightgown. He slowly blinks, his almost timidness when he's half asleep makes him all the more handsome.
"You're hairs just... It's nothing baby." You give him a peck to his plush lips as he groans with defeat. Returning the gesture with as much as his brain can manage this early. His head slumps into yours, eyes closing as his grip tightens around you. Protective and strong as always. He leans more into you, cutting all distance between your bodies as skin meets skin.
That's when you feel him, morning wood pressed against your thigh through cotton boxers. The faintest twitch of a heartbeat against you flesh. Your leg moves, he groans again.
"Good morning to you too."
"Ignore it." He mutters, shoving his face in your neck, arms tightening around your waist as your fingers go into his hair. Fixing the bunched up strands from under the top strap and back into place.
"What if I don't want to ignore it?" You tease against his ear, watching him shiver as his head lifts slightly, breath leaving his nose as it tickles your collarbone.
"Your liveliness this early in the morning concerns me... You are my wife, right?" You laugh, nodding to his question with a kiss to his nose. He huffs once, arm moving from under you to hold his head up. Leaning in you kiss his lips slowly, hand cradling his jaw as you mumble against his lips.
"When was the last time we had a morning with each other? No rushed kisses goodbye or not waking up together." His hand rubs your side, pondering the thought with a faint peck to your chin. Lips brushing down to your neck with tender presses to your pulse. A faint response nipping at your skin with his teeth.
"I can't remember." You hum against his skin, turning to kiss him again. Slower this time, molding together with a brush of his tongue along your bottom lip. You pull away as he tries to follow, your hand guiding him to layback. You lift yourself up, legs bending to straddle his waist as you reach for his shades off the nightstand.
"Close your eyes." He listens, squeezing them shut in cute little creases, lashes fanned over the pale outline of untanned skin as you pull them off. Leaning down, you carefully kiss each eyelid, sliding his shades back into place. Leaning back over to set the sleep set down, his hands push your nightgown up with a tender rub of your hips with his thumbs.
"There you are," you smile, eyes tracing his face as you lean back in. Lips connecting with his in a patient dance of hunger and need. His hand runs over your curves, fingers tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss. Your tongues melt into each other as your hips rut against him through his boxers. He gasps, head rolling to the side enough to moan away from your lips.
"Feel good?" Scott nods, trying to collect himself when you sit up. Feeling your mound rub against his clothed length with a slow pace that makes his face start to turn red. Your hands glide up and over his sternum, feeling his heart beat pick up beneath your palm. Trying to escape his ribcage by how hard it's pounding.
"You okay baby?"
"Yeah," he blissfully responds, trying to keep himself in check as you keep pressing against him. His hands give a gentle tug to your nightgown, and you give him what he wants without even having to ask. He watches closely, trying to ignore the growing wet patch making his shorts stick to his shaft. You let him take you in completely once the garment hits the bedroom floor. Hips pressing back into him, leaning over his torso with a lazy roll.
Your hand slides down, finger lingering over the vein protruding from the band of his boxers. Gliding over it with a tender press to its blood flow as you grind down. Moaning along with him when his head nudges your clit through the fabric.
"You- you're trying to kill me." He groans, hands tightening around your sides, slowly sliding down to grab handfuls of your ass as you push down again. Leaning in closer, you whisper in his ear.
"You want these off?" He hums in response, gaze not daring to peel away from your naked body as he ogles every curve and trace of skin when you sit up. You tease his waistband, watching his face start to contort with a notch of impatience. Scott usually has some much of it for your teasing, living for letting you rile him up as much as you wanted, but he's exhausted whatever patience he has.
Your back hits the mattress, a little stunned at his sudden switch for dominance. Scott's over you, lips planted on yours with a rough shove of his tongue into your mouth. As quickly as he's there, he's gone. Pulling away and off the bed, boxers coming off with lightning speed. His cock slaps up against his lower abdomen, heavy and dripping from his tip as you look up at him as his knees meet the mattress.
"Someone's excitable so early." He chuckles, lips turning into a little smirk.
"You like pushing my buttons. Don't act like you're surprised." Your little smug smirk turns to a shit eating grin as he starts climbing over you. Grabbing your legs and letting him maneuver you with a gentle touch only he could have for you.
Scott fits your ass flush with his thighs, legs pulled to rest against his shoulders as he kisses your ankle once. His rough hands sliding up your thighs and prying your lips apart with his thumbs. Staring down at your own dripping mess, eyes glancing up with a look that said 'you're as bad as I am'. His hand slides up, ghosting over the sensitive bundle of nerves with the rough pad of his thumb.
You whine, preening into his hand, making him chortle softly. He positions himself at your entrance, pressing in with a slow glide of his hips. Air leaves your lungs with a gasp at the sudden fullness. Scott forces himself to wait, body slowly leaning forward to hover over you. Your knees nearly pressing into your chest from his weight alone, held in place as he braces a hand on the bed somewhere near your head and his other moving to hold yours against the sheets.
He leans in, pressing a kiss to your heart as his hips start to rock. Body taking over as you grip him with your walls, his head hitting that angle with his usual laser pin point precision. Your fingers tighten around his grip, holding onto your only lifeline in any way you possibly can.
He grunts, face going flush as his pace picks up, leaning in closer as your eyes lock through his shades. Your hand comes up to curve over his jawline and cheek. He moves your legs off his shoulders and spread out wider over the bed. Body moving to cocoon yours with a needy pound of his hips, wanting to hold you close much more than anything.
"Scott..." You whimper as a warning into his shoulder, his lips finding your ear as he coasts along the skin under it.
"I know, baby. Me too." He catches a noise in his throat, damn near close to a whine. Feeling you clench around him at your impending orgasm, your bodies coil together. Scott feels your teeth dig into the muscle of his shoulder as your high rips through you. Making his body jolt, groan pulled from his throat as he fills you up, deep within your walls before he slumps over. Both of you panting messes clinging to each other.
"Sorry... Sorry I bit you." You mumble through breaths, feeling his head turn to kiss along your neck.
"It's okay... Did it break skin?" You glance at his shoulder, met by the indentation of your teeth. It almost makes you a little bit proud as you shake your head.
"No." He huffs, pulling back enough to look at you, both of you covered in a new layer of sweat and slick. If you weren't so sure, you'd miss that look of recognition at a job well done and his tiny hint of pride.
His lips meet yours in a caring kiss before pulling back as he climbs back, pulling off you with a sigh. Tapping your hip.
"C'mon. We're getting cleaned up." You groan, being pulled up by your arms. Sitting at the edge of the bed you see Scott going into his working mode. Pulling the blanket back enough to tug the sheets off the corners before he's back in front of you. Watching you catch yourself from your own head. His voice quiet, hand cradling your chin to keep your attention.
"Hey, why don't you go start a bath for us? We got another hour before I'm needed anywhere. I'll be in once I'm done." You nod with a hum, feeling him kiss your sweaty forehead with a hum.
"Love you," he mutters against your skin.
"Love you too."
Wade
The light of dawn bleeds into your shared bedroom, sun beating into your profile. You've actively been trying to ignore his antics for the better part of twenty minutes. You heard him come in about half an hour ago, lugging himself into the bathroom to shower and come back out to you, spread out in one of his old shirts and underwear. Curled up in the safe space you thought was your bed until this little shit started poking at you after he laid down.
First it was just snuggling, then his hands got antsy, wandering up under your shirt with a some half baked apology. Cold fingers gripping at your chest like his own personal nipple having stress balls. Muttering something to himself about a "lack of self control" and how you were his own personal fidget toy. Which lasted all of two minutes before he was burying his face between your legs and making it his mission to piss you off.
But you know Wade thrives on attention. Wade knows he thrives on attention, that's why he's been edging you and "helping" you "reach the big O" as he'd so proclaimed before jamming his shit eating grin right into your cunt.
And if anything he's fantastic at achieving things if he tries hard enough. But he also likes pushing your buttons a lot more. So, right as you're starting to flutter around his fingers for what's probably the fourth or fifth time by now. He's pulling away, only to look up at your scrunched up face and kiss your thigh with admiration.
You'd kick him in the face if he actually weren't so sweet...
"Y'know baby, if you just gimme what I want I can make both lips of yours smile in a minute flat. I'm not an amateur when it comes to coming. If anything, some depraved pervert, definitely not me, would love to see you grovel for mercy under their touch." He leans his head against your thigh, watching your eyes crack open in a still moderately tired haze.
"There's my girl. You finally see the voice of reason? I sure hope so. You're scrumptious, don't get me wrong. I could live down here for hours, but I don't want you suffering anymore then you have to. Come on, she's weeping for mercy, give her a break." You give a slow blink, no verbal response as he huffs through his nose with a disappointed tut.
"Have it your way, sugar puss. I'm enjoying my A.M.B., apartment mandated breakfast, either way." He shoves his face back between your thighs, making them lock against his head like earmuffs. Back to breaking you apart piece by piece with his motor mouth. Working you right up to that edge before pulling away with an inquisitive hum. Tongue gliding over his lips to clean your juices from his mouth with ease.
"Have you been eating pineapple? I'm getting a hint of sweet-" you don't let him finish as your legs lock around him. Twisting til he's under you and you're up on your knees. Any normal man you'd have to worry about breaking his neck, or killing him. Thank God that's not a problem here.
He's speechless for once in his life, you stare down at his wide eyes, his mouth slightly parted as your hands come up, pinning his in place above his head with an annoyed glare.
"Shut the fuck up and get me off." You growl, legs spread apart as you hover your cunt over his face with a slow grind down towards him.
"You know how to use your mouth any other time, c'mon." He groans under you, head lifting as his tongue moves to slip into place. His hands tug, your grip letting go. His arms come up, wrapping around your legs to pull you down flat against his face. His nose moves against your clit with a guide before your hips roll. Letting you ride his face like he doesn't need oxygen to live.
"Oh fuck," you whimper, hips grinding down in a smooth fast rut that makes the headboard knock into the wall with a thud. A definite noise complaint coming later. Your breath gets shaky as your orgasm slowly starts to build back up again. Chasing the tingle between your legs for only a few seconds before you're gushing on his face with a sharp cry. Palms meeting the sheets as you slump forward.
You pant, slowly trying to move off him. Wade grabs your hips before you can move, tongue dancing across you as he cleans you up from below. Hand tapping your thigh before you pull off. He lets out a gasp for life, breath shaky too as he looks up at you before grinning. Mouth covered in what remains of your release.
"Jesus Marvel Christ I fucking love you. I think Logan might be right, I am God's favorite idiot." He lets out a harsh sigh, leaning up to give you a kiss before you avoid him.
"No, you're not doing that with shit on your face. It's your turn away."
"Oh no, sugar puss. I'm good. I painted my favorite Hello Kitty jammies. But I guess you could say I really said 'Hello' to your kitty." You blink with a groan, slumping back into your pillows, hand rubbing over your tired eyes as he crawls over.
"What the fuck is wrong with you..."
"A lot. I thought we established that at our first fuck-a-thon. Now, just lay back and relax. Daddy needs his stiff drink of punani after a long hard day at work..." He chuckles under his breath with a quick whisper, "Haha, that's what she said."
"Wade," your hand meets his head before he can assume the position again, "it's five in the morning."
"Yeah? And I wanna get pussy drunk. It's always 5 o'clock somewhere."
Characters : frank castle, matt murdock, peter parker, kurt wagner, wade wilson, eric brooks, scott summers, remy lebeau, logan howlett, johnny storm
You wake up slowly, the first thing you register being warmth. It was solid, steady, protective.
Frank is still asleep beside you.
The room is quiet in that early-morning way, sunlight barely slipping through the blinds and casting soft lines across his bare shoulders. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go. His grip isn’t tight, just… certain.
You shift slightly, testing the space, and his arm tightens immediately. Instinct.
“Don’t go,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, barely conscious.
You smile to yourself.
Last night lingers in the air, not in details, but in feelings. The closeness. The way he looked at you like you were something rare. The way he stayed, instead of pulling away like he usually does.
You trace a finger over the scars on his chest, careful, reverent. He stirs again, eyes fluttering open. For a moment he looks disoriented—then he sees you.
And everything softens ever so slightly.
“Hey,” he says quietly, thumb brushing your hip. “You okay?”
You nod. “Yeah. I am.”
He studies your face like he’s committing it to memory, jaw tense, like he’s bracing for you to regret staying. When you don’t move away, when you lean in instead, he exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Didn’t think you’d still be here,” he admits.
You kiss his shoulder. “I wanted to wake up with you.”
That’s what gets him.
Frank pulls you closer, forehead resting against yours. No armor. No walls. Just a man who stayed the night and woke up to someone choosing him in the morning.
He presses a gentle kiss to your hair.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Me too.”
You wake up tangled in warmth, limbs lazy, sheets a mess that tells a story neither of you are pretending didn’t happen.
Remy’s half on top of you, one leg hooked over yours like he claimed you in his sleep and never let go. His hair is a disaster, eyes still closed, lips curved like he’s already amused by something.
You shift just enough to get comfortable.
He hums immediately.
“Mmm… careful, chère. Dat kinda movement’s dangerous.”
You snort and grumble a grouchy, “You’re the one crushing me.”
One eye opens, cherry red on black, bright with mischief.
“Crushing?” he repeats, offended. “Non. Dis is cuddlin’. Very affectionate.”
“Your knee is practically a weapon.”
He grins wider and adjusts — somehow making it worse on purpose, pressing intentionally against the inside of your thigh.
“Funny. Didn’t hear you complainin’ bout my knee between your legs last night.”
You swat his chest, but he catches your wrist easily, presses a kiss to your knuckles instead. The teasing fades just a notch, replaced by something softer.
“You still here,” he says quietly, thumb brushing your palm.
“Still here,” you confirm.
That earns you a slow, satisfied smile. He leans down, kisses you properly this time — unrushed, warm, smiling into it like he’s got all the time in the world. His hand traces familiar paths, unhurried, like he’s savoring the morning as much as you.
“You know,” you murmur, “most people make coffee when they wake up.”
Remy laughs low in his throat.
“Chère,” he says, voice dropping, “I got somethin’ sweeter in mind.”
He slides down under the blankets, eyes never leaving yours. There’s a crooked smile on his lips now. Pure Remy. But his gaze is soft, reverent, like this isn’t a game so much as a promise. He settles between your thighs, spreading you gently as his breath ghosts warm and slow, hitting your bare cunt, making you gulp in anticipation.
— and he looks up at you like he’s exactly where he belongs. The softness of that crooked grin sending shivers through your body.
“Bon matin,” he murmurs.
Morning comes quietly.
You’re the first to wake, tucked against Matt’s side, his arm slung loose but possessive around your waist. The city hums faintly outside, distant traffic and early footsteps filtered through the cracked window. His breathing is steady, warm against your shoulder.
You shift just a little.
“Mm,” he hums immediately. “If you’re trying to sneak away, you’re terrible at it.”
You smile. “You were asleep.”
“I was resting my eyes,” he says lightly. “Big difference.”
You roll onto your elbow, looking down at him. His head is turned toward you, looking just over your shoulder, lips curved in that knowing little smile that always makes you feel like you’ve already lost.
“You know,” you say casually, “I expected more stamina from the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.”
One brow lifts. Intrigue. “Oh?”
“Tapping out after four rounds?” you continue, thoughtful, “Kind of pathetic.”
He hears the lie immediately, hears the amusement threading through your pulse, the way your body gives you away even when your mouth doesn’t.
And he grins like you just handed him a winning lottery ticket.
“Four,” he repeats, savoring it. “That’s tapping out now?”
You shrug, trying to hide your smile so that he wouldn't be able to hear it in your voice,“I had higher expectations.”
He lets out a soft hum, deep in his chest, clearly enjoying himself far too much.
“Funny,” he says, voice warm, teasing. “Because your heart says you were very… satisfied.”
“Your hearing is overrated.” you scoffed, tugging his earlobe for emphasis, making him chuckle.
“Mm. Maybe.” He tilts his head, “But you’re smiling.”
Before you can fire back, his hands are on you — confident, gentle — sliding up your bare thighs as he pulls you easily on top of him. You barely have time to register the movement before you’re straddling his hips, his touch grounding, familiar.
His hands settle at your waist, thumbs brushing slow, deliberate arcs that make it very hard to remember your argument.
Matt smiles up at you — innocent, almost angelic, like he isn’t absolutely enjoying this.
“Well,” he says softly, “I wouldn’t want you walkin’ away disappointed.”
That hum again, low and pleased.
“Go on,” he adds, brown eyes somehow finding yours as they scrunch cutely with amusement, “Prove your point.”
Your cup his cheeks and your press your lips to his for the sole purpose that he would be able to feel your smile," You asked for it, counsellor."
You wake up warm, pleasantly sore, wrapped in blue limbs and silk-soft sheets that smell faintly like incense and ozone.
Kurt is curled around you protectively, one arm tucked beneath your neck, the other resting light at your waist like he’s afraid to hold too tight. His face is peaceful in sleep, lashes dark against his skin, lips parted just enough to look tempting.
And then there’s his tail.
It’s draped lazily over your thigh — except not lazily at all. The tip twitches the moment you shift, curling, tightening, giving him away long before his eyes open.
“Kurt.” you murmur.
His eyes snap open immediately.
“Guten Morgen, Liebes,” he says, voice gentle, careful. Too careful.
You tilt your head, “You look… composed.”
He nods solemnly. “I am being very good.”
The tail flicks.
You bite back a smile. “Your tail disagrees.”
He freezes.
Slowly, he glances down. The traitorous appendage tightens around your thigh like it’s trying to make a point of its own. His ears flush a darker blue.
“…It has a mind of its own,” he says weakly.
“Uh-huh.” You stretch deliberately, enjoying the way his breath catches despite his best efforts. “You’re staring.”
“I am not,” he protests.
The tail tightens again.
He exhales, resigned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Forgive me. It is just-” He gestures vaguely, “You look very… happy.”
“Happy?”
He swallows. “Deliciously… content.”
You laugh softly, reaching out to trace the fuzzy edge of his ear. “Well... you were pretty damn good last night.”
That makes him smile — soft, shy, pleased in that uniquely Kurt way. “I tried to be restrained this morning,” he admits, “Out of respect.”
His tail betrays him by sliding higher.
You raise a brow and snort,“You’re doing a terrible job.”
He laughs quietly, giving up, pressing his forehead to yours. “Ja,” he murmurs. “I fear my self-control is… limited.”
The tail curls possessively around your waist now, and Kurt sighs like a man who has accepted his fate. His golden eyes warm, affectionate, absolutely undone by you.
“But,” he adds softly, smiling, “I regret nothing.”
Morning light cuts through the blinds in thin, pale stripes. You wake up first, tucked against a solid wall of warmth that is very much Eric Brooks pretending he isn’t awake.
His arm is heavy across your waist. Protective. Familiar.
You shift and feel him tense instantly.
“You’re awake,” you say softly.
A pause. Then a low sigh.
“…Yeah.”
You turn slightly, catching sight of the faint mark at your shoulder in the mirror across the room. Two small impressions, already fading. You touch it without thinking.
Eric notices immediately.
His jaw tightens. “ fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, quiet but firm. “I didn’t mean to—”
You roll toward him before he can spiral, smiling. “Hey. You stopped.”
He frowns grouchily, “Still shouldn’t have happened.”
“You’re half-vampire,” you point out gently, “And you were hungry.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
You reach up, thumb brushing along his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “It kind of is. And you showed a lot of control.”
That does it.
He snorts softly, shaking his head, clearly uncomfortable with praise. “You’re givin’ me too much credit.”
But you hear it — the tiny hitch in his breathing. Feel it in the way his grip tightens just a little, like the words landed somewhere deep.
You grin. “C’mon. Most people would’ve left more than a mark.”
He leans down abruptly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Right over the bite like he’s trying to erase the compliment before it sinks in. Then another, softer one. Then one to your jaw.
“You talk too damn much,” he mutters.
“And you hate being appreciated,” you shoot back.
A corner of his mouth lifts despite himself.
He pulls you closer, forehead resting against your shoulder, voice low but warm. “You scared?”
You shake your head, “Not even a little.”
That makes him pause. Then he exhales slowly, tension easing, and brushes his thumb across your waist with surprising gentleness.
“…Good,” he murmurs.
You smile, completely content, while Eric Brooks pretends he isn’t glowing inside over being trusted.
You wake up to exactly zero peace.
“Mornin’, beautiful~ wow, okay, still unfairly hot. Did I ever tell you how talented you are with your mouth?”
His mouth is everywhere. Your cheek. Your jaw. Your temple. Each kiss punctuated with commentary delivered at machine-gun speed.
“—seriously, Olympic-level effort last night, ten outta ten, would absolutely risk my life again—”
“Wade,” you mumble, trying to surface from sleep.
“And the confidence? The enthusiasm? The way you—”
You pinch his nipple.
Hard.
“YOW—!” He jerks back, eyes wide, then immediately breaks into a grin," Oh no. Oh wow. File that under unexpectedly into that.”
You roll your eyes. “Please shut up.”
“Can’t. Won’t. I am physically incapable of not praising you for-”
You cut him off by leaning in, pressing a quick kiss to his scarred cheek, softer than all the others.
“Wade,” you say sincerely, “you were really sweet last night. And you make me feel… safe. Wanted.”
Silence.
Actual, honest-to-god silence.
His grin falters. Not gone, just stunned. His eyes soften in a way that makes your chest ache. For half a second, he looks like he doesn’t know what to do with something that genuine.
Then-
You blink, and suddenly he’s above you.
Pinned.
Your wrists gently but firmly held over your head, his weight settling between your legs, hips pressing just enough to make your breath hitch.
He’s grinning wildly now, unrestrained joy written all over his face.
You swear - swear - you see little cartoon hearts practically floating in his eyes.
“Well,” he says, delighted, “now I gotta reward you for how fucking cute that was.”
You groan out an amused," you slut.”
He leans down, nose brushing yours before he literally licks the tip of your nose, “And you looove me.”
You do, unfortunately.
You wake up before him, which feels rare enough to be a small miracle.
Logan is sprawled beside you, sheets tangled around his waist, broad chest rising and falling slow and steady. For once, there’s no tension etched into his face. No scowl, no clenched jaw. Just calm. Rest.
It makes your chest flutter stupidly.
You prop yourself up on one elbow, studying him like he might disappear if you look away too long. His dark hair is mussed, lashes resting against his cheeks, brow still faintly furrowed even in sleep.
You reach out carefully, smoothing your thumb over that crease.
He snaps forward without warning, teeth chomping the inside of your wrist — not hard, but just enough to make you yelp.
“Logan!” you gasp.
He doesn’t even open his eyes at first. Just smirks hotly.
“Shouldn’t poke dangerous animals,” he murmurs from having your wrist beteeen his teeth, voice rough with sleep.
“You were asleep!” you accuse with a glare.
“Was restin’,” he says with a snort, “You’re noisy.”
You glare harder at him. “I was being affectionate.”
He releases your wrist, bringing it closer to inspect like he’s deciding whether to apologise for the faint mark he had left. His thumb rubs over the spot, gentler now.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I know.”
That’s as close to soft as he’ll get, and it makes you grin.
“You looked peaceful,” you tease. “Didn’t know you were capable.”
“Careful, darlin'. ” he warns. “I got a reputation.”
You lean down and press a sweet kiss to his scarred knuckles — slow, deliberate, affectionate.
That’s all it takes.
Logan’s breath hitches immediately. His eyes darken, and in the next second he’s pulling you down against him, hand fisting lightly in your hair as he claims your mouth in a heavy kiss. All heat and hunger and unmistakable intent, tongue sliding against yours like he’s been waiting for an excuse.
When he finally pulls back, forehead resting against yours, he exhales sharply.
“…You do that on purpose,” he growls.
You smile, completely smug. “Maybe.”
He snorts, already leaning back in. “Smart mouth’s gonna get you in trouble.”
"Well, my smart mouth made you cum three times last night, so-"
His teeth nips your bottom lip, glaring at you but the smile twitching onto his lips told you all you needed to know.
You wake slowly, cocooned in warmth and soft sheets, your body pleasantly heavy. For a moment, you don’t move. Just breathe.
until you realize the weight against you isn’t just the blankets.
Scott.
He’s curled into you, his head resting against your chest, one arm loosely draped around your waist like he belongs there. His face is relaxed in sleep, lashes resting against his cheeks, mouth parted just slightly. For someone who always carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, he looks… peaceful. Safe.
Your heart does a small flip.
His hair is a complete mess, dark strands sticking up in every direction, and when your gaze drifts lower, you notice them... two faint bite marks along his collarbone, already blooming into soft bruises.
Heat rushes to your face as last night crashes back into your mind in vivid fragments.
“Oh my god,” you mumble to yourself, mortified and amused all at once. “I’m such a horny mess.”
A quiet snicker answers you.
You freeze.
Scott looks up at you, his eyes shut tight as he gives you a charming smile, “You say that like I didn’t enjoy every second.”
You groan, lifting a hand to cover your face. “You were awake.”
“Mm. For a while.” His voice is still rough with sleep, low and warm. He shifts closer, tilting his head so his lips brush your skin. “Couldn’t bring myself to move.”
You reach toward the nightstand, fingers searching blindly, and he takes that as an invitation as your body hovers over him more.
His mouth trails along your collarbone, slow and lazy, punctuated by soft kisses that linger just long enough to make you shiver. A gentle nip here, a teasing suck there - like he’s leaving reminders.
“Scott,” you laugh breathlessly, finally grabbing his glasses and nudging them toward him, “You can’t even see.”
“Minor detail,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss before slipping them on. Once his glasses are secure, he looks up at you properly, that familiar fondness settling into his expression, “Besides, I know you pretty well by now.”
You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “So confident for someone who uses a laser-proof sleep mask.”
“Hey,” he protests lightly, fingers tracing idle patterns along your side. “You like my sleep mask.”
“I tolerate it.”
He hums, clearly unconvinced.
The banter fades into something quieter as you lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. Then another. You let them trail lower, over his jaw, down his neck, across his chest, feeling his breath change beneath you.
By the time you disappear beneath the blankets, his breathing is already uneven, a sharp inhale catching in his throat as your breath ghosts against the inside of his thighs.
His hand slides into your hair, fingers threading through gently - not guiding, just holding on. You were his tether.
“God,” he exhales, head tipping back with a pant, “You’re dangerous.”
You smile to yourself and take him into your greedy mouth.
You wake up warm and hazy, reaching instinctively for him—
— and finding nothing.
Your eyes blink open, frown forming immediately as your hand pats the empty space beside you. The sheets are still warm, which somehow makes it worse. You let out a quiet, dramatic huff and flop back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling like you’ve been personally wronged.
Then you hear it.
The toilet flushes.
A moment later, the bathroom door creaks open, and Peter pads back into the bedroom in nothing but soft pajama pants and a sheepish grin, chocolate brown hair still damp from splashing water on his face.
“Oh no,” he says immediately, voice amused. “That face. That’s the ‘I thought you disappeared forever’ face.”
You turn your head slowly, eyes narrowed. “You left.”
“For, like, thirty seconds,” he laughs, crossing the room. “I promise I didn’t swing off into the sunset.”
He barely gets back under the covers before you’re on him, arms and legs wrapping around his middle like a sleepy octopus. He lets out a surprised laugh, automatically curling into you, one arm snug around your back.
“Missed me that much, huh?”
You mumble something incoherent into his chest, fingers clutching his shirt. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss into the top of your head, lingering there. His hand drifts lazily over your side, warm and familiar, tracing over your hip and down your thigh.
“Hey,” he murmurs. “You okay?”
“My legs are sore,” you mumble, half-asleep.
There’s a beat of silence.
Then Peter stiffens just slightly.
“Oh,” he says, flushing instantly. He clears his throat, ears definitely red now. “Uh— I mean— I can— I can carry you? Today. Around the apartment. If you need. Like, totally heroic bridal carry situation.”
You snort, lifting your head to look at him. “You’d do that?”
He nods earnestly, trying very hard not to think about why your legs are sore. He needs to remember you're not as flexible as he is. You seriously were put through the ringer last night, your legs being manhandled in every which direction.
“Absolutely. Doctor’s orders. I’m the doctor. Of… being your boyfriend.”
You laugh, settling back against him as he relaxes again, pressing another gentle kiss to your hair.
“Stay,” you whisper.
He tightens his hold just a little. “Wasn’t going anywhere.”
You wake to friction and heat, your body responding before your thoughts can form. Johnny is behind you, breath ragged against your ear, every exhale hot enough to make you shiver. There’s a slow, deliberate pressure as he moves, unhurried, like he’s savoring the way you melt beneath him.
You groan, half protest, half invitation.
“Easy,” you mumble, trying to sound annoyed.
He laughs softly, low and dangerous, and shifts closer. One of your legs is lifted with effortless confidence, opening you to him, fitting you exactly where he wants you. The contact sends a spark straight through your core, your back arching without permission.
“Funny,” he murmurs into your ear, voice rough with memory, “you weren’t saying that last night. Pretty sure you were the one pulling me closer.”
Your breath stutters. The words do things to you— do things with him pressed so close, heat radiating off his skin. Johnny always runs warm, but this is different. Sweat gathers along your spine, the air thick, charged. He’s a heater, coiled and barely contained.
A faint flare ripples along his shoulders, light licking through his hair. He swears under his breath and moves quickly, smoothly, rolling you onto your back before the fire can get out of hand. The mattress dips as he settles between your legs, bracing himself above you.
“Hold on,” he mutters, grin flashing as the glow fades. “Don’t need to set the place on fire.”
His hands slide to your hips, firm and grounding. He leans in, forehead resting briefly against yours, breath mingling with yours, the tension unbearable.
Then he shifts — just a fraction — and the world narrows to sensation. There’s a slow, steady press, a shared inhale, the unmistakable feeling of being filled as your cunt welcomes him again. A sound slips from your throat as he stills, eyes locked on yours, heat humming between you.
Johnny exhales, satisfied, reverent. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Just like last night.”
thinking about a man who fucks you into the mattress like a rabid dog. he laughs with smug satisfaction at the noises he hammers out of you, and the shame brands your cheeks with red.
"you're such a fuckin' freak, you know that? fuck. you get a kick out of lyin' to everyone about what you are? you deserve an oscar."
nobody would believe him if he told them, of course. but he doesn't have to. the shame is enough for you alone, because it will lead you back to him again and again, no matter how bad for you he is. but that's fine.
something that feels this good can't possibly be that bad, right?
is there a space somewhere in your world (that was always for me?)
summary: After dodging Carmy for about a week, he shows up on your doorstep
title from: "To Love" by Suki Waterhouse
word count: 3.9k
content warnings: reader has a menstrual cycle but can still read gender neutral, Carmy's like a big frickin dork, carmy manhandles reader a little, nothing super crazy this time around
side note: for clarification, takes place pretty closely after the tiffrank wedding. readers at least still bitter about it. Olive really helped with this one! everyone give her a kiss and say thank you
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Carmen Berzatto makes it very difficult for you to ignore him. On top of already taking up much of your thoughts, he's persistent about seeing you. Which wasn't usually a big deal, you were just as adamant sometimes.
Something in you creates a deep sick feeling whenever you think about seeing Carmy right now. There's a tug in your chest and you tell him you're busy or just can't see him. You think it works out when you start your cycle, giving you a longer excuse to keep dodging Carmy.
C: Hey
C: Can I see you?
The request makes your stomach flip. It's not like you're lying, but his persistence makes you anxious. Eventually, you're going to have to see him again.
You: no.
You: started my period yesterday
Bubbles appear a few times while Carmy types. Usually, he gets the hint and backs off for a few days.
C: Is Claire there?
C: I can come and cook. No funny business.
You brush off his offer, telling him Claire was still mulling around the apartment before her shift. You'd probably go to bed after seeing her off, curl up on the couch with some trashy show on to keep you company. His offer surprises you, and you don't think it'll happen again.
But, despite your words, Carmy's already messaging Marcus, asking how quickly he can whip up a batch of brownies.
Carmy doesn't want to consider how odd this is, sitting in his car down the street from your house.
He glances at the bags in the passenger seat, anxiety biting at his nerves.
While he waited for Marcus to get back to him, Carmy did a bunch of reading. He found several different articles listing different foods and ingredients that supposedly help with cramps. He also found articles listing different home remedies or activities for partners looking to help.
Not that Carmy really considered himself your partner but... He didn't not? Carmy never thought too hard about a label for what you guys do or are to each other. But he didn't see the harm in preparing himself to support you. And he was your.... Friend? Whatever he was, he wanted to help.
Movement catches his eye and he perks up a little. Carmy watches as Claire locks the front door to your house before she goes down the steps. He ducks back slightly, even as she heads in the opposite direction from his car.
Carmy gives it a few more minutes before he scrambles out of the car, rounding to the passenger side to collect the bags there. He holds them in one hand as he slings on his overnight bag and locks his car.
Then, Carmy heads for the door.
"What the fuck?" You startle, not expecting Carmy on your doorstep.
"Don't- don't ask questions," he tells you. "I have brownies... and other shit, so can I come in?"
You're at a loss for words, taking Carmy in. There are two reusable grocery bags in one hand and a backpack strap slung over his shoulder.
"Y'gonna let me in, sweetheart, or are ya gonna rob me blind?" The question makes you snicker before you step to the side. Your eye catches on his backpack as he passes.
"What's in the survival bag?" You poke, shutting and locking the door after he enters.
"Just some stuff in case I get mauled again." He says it casually, toeing his shoes off next to the door. You can see the small smile pulling at his lips and you wish you could push him back into the hall.
"Fuck off," You tell him, grabbing both of the grocery bags from his hand. He lets you take it, going to set his backpack on the couch before he comes back to the kitchen. You've set the bags on the counter, before hopping on top of the surface, peeking inside one of them.
"What is all this?" You ask, moving some of the items around.
"Quit pawing at it," He pulls your hand out of the bag, setting it back on your lap. You make a noise at him, watching while he takes things out and sets them on the counter behind you. Most of what he pulls out looks like ingredients. Different fruits, vegetables, meat, and fish that he stores in the fridge.
The items change at the bottom of the second bag, a box of chamomile tea, a heating pad, a few different painkillers, and a clear pan of brownies.
"You made those?" You ask, leaning to get a glimpse of the glass pan.
"Uh," Carmy looks at them before looking at you. "Marcus. Marcus made 'em."
You nod, watching him walk to the stove before setting it to a preheat temperature. "Tell him I said thanks."
Carmy nods, stacking the non-food items to the side along the edge of the counter. Once he's got everything organized how he likes, he looks up at you. His gaze is soft while he takes in your appearance and you watch idly as Carmy walks around to your side of the counter.
"Can I get a kiss?" He steps up next to you along the counter. You give him a look and he huffs softly. "Can't even get a kiss now?"
"You just don't usually ask," you tease before leaning in to kiss him. Carmy makes a noise of content, chasing after your mouth to press another kiss to your lips. Then another. And another.
You have to bring a hand to his hair to tug him away. Carmy lets out a groan of complaint, leaning back into your touch.
"You said a kiss," you remind him.
"Policing kisses now?" He sighs and you give him a grin.
"Can't have you getting distracted and worked up." You tease him and he huffs.
"Just take care of it in the bathroom..." he grumbles, making you tug his hair again.
"Weirdo," you tell him before he's pressing another kiss to your mouth.
"Missed you," he confesses quietly, giving you a second kiss. You hum, ignoring the tug at your heart. "Where y'been?"
"Told you. Busy.." You mutter. You can tell he doesn't believe you, but you don't want to discuss it with him. To distract him, you give him another kiss, which he reciprocates happily.
Carmy finally pulls away, going back over to the food on the other side of the counter. You tell him where things are as he asks, eyes following him around the kitchen. It's not long before he's cutting up the different items of produce and setting them aside in different containers.
He talks you through what he's making, lists off the ingredients and spices he's using. Carmy tells you about how he found a few different articles listing different foods and produce that helped relieve bloating and cramps during menstrual cycles. It's a bit more difficult to hear what he's telling you when he's facing the stove, and away from you. He notices it too.
"Could you come over here?" Carmy asks over his shoulder, busy with the pan on the stove.
"Why?" You ask, making a face at his back.
"Well, because I'd like to look at you while we talk," Carmy says, and you can hear the sarcasm in his voice. You roll your eyes, bracing your hands on the counter.
"I'm comfortable here," you complain and he looks back at you.
"Well, you could be comfortable over here." He shoots back and you let out an exasperated sigh.
"No." You tell him, with a tone of finality like it'll change his mind. He grumbles something under his breath you can't quite make out, it makes you hum in question but he just shakes his head. You settle back when he doesn't say anything else for a few minutes, thinking you've won the debate.
Carmy leaves the stove to stand between your legs, hands coming to rest on your hips.
"Hi," you say softly, giving him a small smile as if you're not being a little impossible.
"You're very difficult today," He tells you, squeezing gently at your hips. You give him a simple shrug, like it makes up for everything. He gives you a look as his grip tightens around your waist and you're not sure if you like what it means.
You let out a noise of surprise as he drags you off the counter, hands sliding under your thighs. Carmy's steady as he carries you over to the counter between the stove and your refrigerator.
"There." He says softly, shifting you back a little. "Comfortable?"
"I guess," you sigh. He gives your thigh a quick pinch, making you laugh. "Smells better over here."
You watch Carmy as he tends the stove attentively. Most of what he tells you about the dishes goes over your head, but you appreciate the effort all the same.
"Y'know, I was doing some reading," Carmy starts, prodding the vegetables in the pan before he looks at you. "Some people said orgasms help relieve cramps.."
His face has a soft flush to it, something that could be attributed to standing over the stove. But you know better than that.
"You said no funny business, Berzatto." You narrow your eyes at him, making Carmy look away sheepishly.
"I was just sayin'," he puts his hands up defensively, keeping his gaze on the food.
"Mhmm." You hum, still looking at him suspiciously. Carmy's fighting a grin as he turns back to the food, and you give him a tap with your socked foot.
You both sit in silence as he continues to work on the salmon. Carmy cooks in batches, eyes flicking between two fillets before he determines they're good and sets them to cool. You don't have to ask to know it hurts his soul a little to let the food cool to be reheated later. He's already made it through most of the produce and fish, and it's not long before he's working on the chicken.
He sets the oven to preheat and you point in the direction of your glass pans, watching as he seasons the meat. It's not long before the oven beeps and Carmen slips the pan onto the top rack. He sets a timer with the appliance, moving the dishes he's no longer using to the sink.
"Saw my mom the other day," he says from where he leans against the counter. Carmy's got his arms crossed over his chest in a way that pushes up his pecs and makes you want to fall to your knees on the kitchen floor.
"Oh yeah? How'd that go?" You ask, letting your feet kick idly.
"Good," he shrugs. "Cooked for her.."
"Really?"
"Mhm," he nods, pushing off the counter to cross the kitchen. "Weird been back there now."
"I bet," you tilt your head slightly. "Street still look the same?"
"You haven't been back?" He asks, surprised. You shrug from your spot in the counter.
"They usually come here, make sure we're alive and living right. Claire usually goes back to the house and gives me the run down." He nods along as you speak, watching you closely. "You guys talk or was she just... DD?"
"Yeah uh.. We talked. She... She apologized for a lot of stuff. It was..." He trails off for a moment, chewing on the words. Carmy's gaze wanders around the kitchen.
"You don't have to talk about it," you tell him gently. He looks up at you, surprise in his gaze. "We don't have to talk about it tonight."
Carmy doesn't ask when he kisses you again, slipping to stand between your legs. This time it's longer than the others, letting him take the lead and kiss you dizzy. His hands grab at your thighs, kneading them softly. One of them comes up to your cheek, keeping you close.
You sigh against his lips as he tugs your hips closer to his. The hand from your hip snakes around to your lower back, palm flat along your spine. Carmy, whether he means to or not, starts rocking his hips against yours. It's a slow and steady rhythm, barely noticeable until he lets out a quiet grunt.
"Carm-" You mutter in warning. He groans softly against your mouth, hand moving from your back to your thigh.
"You can wait a week," you tell him and he scoffs.
"Been waiting more than a week already." He complains. Despite his words, Carmy shifts back so there's a little more space between your bodies.
"Good.." You mutter softly and he lets out a groan.
"Don't start with that." He tells you and you have to fight a laugh. Instead you give him a small grin, giving him a quick peck.
"Finish the food, Carm. 'M getting hungry." You give his hip a soft squeeze as a means to prompt him.
"You're so demanding..." Carmy teases before giving you another quick peck.
"It's not everyday I have a Michelin star chef at my disposal," You bite back, smiling when he gives you a look. He gives your thigh a quick squeeze.
"Literally fuckin' do. You just don't utilize him." There's a deeper meaning to his words that make your throat close up. You don't know if he meant it, and you don't want to find out.
"Finish the food, Carmen."
After you and Carmy eat, he takes some time to clean what he's used. He doesn't let you help much, instead tasking you with putting away what he prepped. While you're putting away the tuberware, Carmy sets the dishwasher to run and stacks the last of the dishes in the sink.
Carmy follows you over to the couch, placing a kiss on your temple as he grabs his bag. "Gonna go change.."
You let him go, settling on the couch with a blanket draped over you as you lay back. You take your phone out of your hoodie pocket and turn on an alarm, set for just after six in the morning. Just in case Carmy's still around the apartment as Claire starts to leave work. It'll give you enough time to get him out and clean up the place.
Carmy doesn't take long to change, coming out of your room after a few minutes. You pause when you glance up at him from your phone.
"Is that all you have to wear?" You ask, raising a brow. Carmy looks confused, nose slightly scrunched.
"What'd'ya mean?" He asks. "Is there something wrong with it?"
"No, it's just... Your dicks like.. Out."
"No the fuck it's not-" He starts defensively. You don't miss how he glances down at his lower half, maybe a little self-conscious.
"It's not like... Bad. It's just y'know.. There." You shrug. Carmy almost looks a little offended when you say it.
"Want me to go put pants on?" He asks pointedly, motioning back towards your room.
"I never said that," you tell him. "I was just commenting on it."
"Okay.." He huffs, turning around to go and turn off the lights in the kitchen. You watch idly as he does, eyes tracing his form as Carmy walks back towards the living room. You set your phone on the coffee table, settling deeper into the cushions.
"Come here," You open your arms as best as you can from your position on the couch. Carmy hums, coming over and climbing on top of you carefully. "Y'sure? I'm not gonna like, squish ya too much?"
You grumble quietly, wrapping your arms around his middle and pulling him onto you. He makes a noise of surprise before getting settled on top of you more, wriggling around so he's supported by the back cushions. "Better?"
You nod, adjusting as he moves his arm under the pillow, providing a slight extra cushion.
"She just lets you set up shop on the couch?" Carmy asks.
"When she's at work, yeah. No one here but me so," You shrug before you start to move under him.
"Careful.." He mutters and you roll your eyes. You wiggle around enough that Carmy's body is pressed against the back of the couch, his head resting on the pillow. He's positioned in a way that his hips are still resting against yours, your legs tangled together.
"You're warm," you mutter, pressing your face to his collarbone.
"Better than the heating pad?" He asks, voice muffled by your hair.
"Much," you tell him, rubbing a thumb over some of the exposed skin of his back. He brings his free hand to rest against your hip, slipping under your sweater to knead the flesh on your side.
"I was readin' and they said something about abdominal massages helping," He offers softly, the heel of his hand pressing firmly into the skin.
"You did an awful lot of reading, Carm. Trying to impress somebody?" You pull back to glance up at him. "Trying to see if any of this works before trying it on your other side piece?"
It's meant as a joke. Poking fun at how much he's read up on menstrual cycles just for this moment. But Carmy's brow furrows and a small frown pulls at his lips.
"There's no other side piece. You think you're a side piece?" He asks genuinely, gaze searching yours.
"No... Carm, it was a joke," You assure him quietly, tucking a few stray curls behind his ear. "Giving you shit for learning so much."
"You're not my side piece. There's no one else," He says it firmly before placing a quick kiss on the palm of your hand. The admission makes your stomach twist, and you scramble to come up with something to bury it with.
"Good. Don't need to be worrying about getting a disease on top of sneaking you into the apartment." You try to push the feeling down, and he gives you a huff.
"Wouldn't do that to ya," He mutters. "Not your side piece, am I?"
The questions makes you laugh before you give him a grin.
"Barely have time for you, don't think I'd be able to have two side pieces." Your admission makes him smirk, and without you knowing, soothes the anxiety in his stomach.
"Good, cause I don't like to share," His voice is gruff, and his hand slides from your hip to grope your ass gently. You make a noise of surprise, leg jerking slightly and knocking against his.
"Don't I fucking know it," You grumble before pressing your face back into his neck.
"How about that massage?" He asks again, hand sliding down the knead at your thighs softly.
"Maybe later, before I have to kick you out," You sigh. "Just want to lay for a little bit.."
"Okay..." Carmy whispers, wrapping his arms around you. "Y'want me to put something on?"
"Mm no..." You let your eyes flutter closed, letting your forehead press against his collarbone. He lets out a quiet 'alright' before he's tracing soft patterns along your back.
You don't mean for it to happen, but after a few minutes, your breathing evens out. Carmy knows you're asleep when you press your face against his chest, ear pressed to his sternum like you're listening for a heartbeat. And maybe you are.
"Hey..." Carmy's voice is soft. You hide your face in his neck, squeezing tight around his middle. "Know you're awake..."
"No, 'm not.." Your voice is muffled against his skin and he huffs.
"I gotta go," he tells you gently and you can't help but whine. "I know, I know. But Claire's on her way home..."
You groan loudly, loosening your hold on him. You don't miss the huff he lets out, giving his side a soft pinch. Carmy lets out a soft 'hey' as you start to untangle yourself from him, blinking sleep from your eyes.
"Didn't mean to sleep so long..." You mutter, stifling a yawn.
"It was late," he shrugs. You hum, looking around for your phone.
"Did the alarm go off?" You ask. Carmy nods, and you look at the time quickly. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Thought you could stand to sleep in," he tells you, moving your legs so he can sit up. "B'sides, we have time."
You make a noise, checking your phone for anything from Claire. You're greeted by nothing, thankfully. Carmy leans against you, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder.
"You gotta go get dressed," you sigh, letting your head rest against the top of Carmy's head. His curls tickle your cheek as you let your eyes fall shut, fighting the urge to doze off.
You pat his knee, silently urging him to get up. It works. Carmy presses a quick kiss to your cheek before getting off the couch and heading to your room.
You glance back at your kitchen, looking for anything that would give away that Carmy had been over. You don't spot anything immediately, making a mental note to put the leftover dishes in the dishwasher. You listen to Carmy move around your room, sinking into the couch.
It doesn't take him very long to get ready, coming back to the living room with his backpack over his shoulder. When he comes back to stand in front of you on the couch, Carmy puts out a hand to help you up. You take it, pulling yourself off the couch, letting yourself stumble into him when you overcorrect. Carmy makes a small sound when you bump into him, his other hand coming to your waist to steady you.
You trail after him as he walks to the door, tugging down your hoodie a bit more. The air outside is warm when Carmy opens the front door, it makes you shiver slightly when it hits your bare legs.
He pulls you into a hug, arm slung around your shoulders as he pulls you close. You wrap your arms around his middle, melting into the hug slightly. You make a noise of complaint when he pulls back a little but Carmy makes up for it when he ducks in for a kiss, and you're not surprised when it's a long one.
"You gotta go..." You mutter against Carmy's lips, but you don't let go of him just yet. And to be fair, Carmy's not ready to let go of you yet either. His hands are steady on your waist, keeping you close.
"Bring you to my place next time..." Carmy promises, giving you another kiss. You hum in agreement, letting him press two more kisses to your mouth before pulling away.
"Okay, seriously. Get going," you urge him.
Carmy sighs softly before pressing a kiss to your temple. "Let me know how you like those dishes, okay? I'll write some of them down to make again."
You nod, letting him cling to you a little bit longer. "You'll get all my reviews, chef."
"Okay," Carmy laughs, starting down the steps.
"Let me know when you make it home," You don't know where it comes from. It startles you slightly but it's swept away when Carmy grins and gives a quiet 'alright.' You watch Carmy climb into his car and wait for him to pull away from the curb before stepping back inside. You make sure to lock the door to keep Claire from asking about it when she gets home.
You sigh when you go back to the living room, eyes trailing over the couch and to the kitchen. The apartment feels impossibly empty again. You hate it.
summary: After Carmy smacks your ass your coworkers go after your secret boyfriend
a/n: felt like writing something funny
It was a regular day at The Bear. Syd and Carmy were prepping, Marcus was piping a cake, and Richie was helping you set up the place settings outside. You were off some silverware, so you made your way to the kitchen.
The skirt that you picked out today was tastefully short and didn’t go unnoticed by Carmy. He was discreet enough in his glances that nobody would’ve guessed you were anything past coworkers.
Through the bustling kitchen, you squeaked a quick, “Behind,” as you passed. A large, tattooed hand planted a light smack to your ass. It was a mindless thing that he’d done a ton of times at home whenever you’d pass him in the kitchen wearing only one of his tees. But right now, you weren’t at his apartment, and this wasn’t his kitchen. You two weren’t in the cozy atmosphere of the apartment, and everyone had just seen that.
Everyone froze, and the busy kitchen stilled. Sydney’s eyes widened, jaw hung open, as Tina crossed her arms and Marcus stood, dumbfounded.
Richie was the first one to speak up. “What the fuck, Cousin, that’s not cool.”
Carmy’s head was in his hands, face turning bright red as he tried to say, “Guys, it’s not li—”
“Not like what, Carm?” Syd asked. Tina pulled you closer to her, defensively, away from Carmy. “Because this seems an awful lot like harassment.”
Richie continued his scolding. “You’re the fuckin’ boss. What were you thinking, slapping the kid’s ass?”
Your face paled at Richie’s recollection of the event. “Guys, stop, it’s fine,” you muttered, voice cutting through the chaos. Carmy ran a hand through his hair, mouth still open.
Tina began her angry rant with a, “Jeff,” and the rest was very fast, angry Spanish.
“We’re together, alright,” you cut her off, hands up in surrender.
Moving next to an overly embarrassed Carmen, you ran a comforting hand over his forearm, watching the revelation of your relationship hit everyone.
Richie frowned, slinging an arm over Carmen’s shoulder. “Cousin finally got a girl and didn’t tell me about it.”
“We,” Carmy corrected, “didn’t tell anyone about us.”
Syd spoke up. “But, like, how long has this been going on? Because that was way too comfortable to be new.”
Speaking for the first time, Marcus narrowed his eyes, agreeing. “Yeah, how long has this been goin’ on?”
“Six months,” Carmy muttered quietly, looking down at you.
“Six months?!” Sydney’s eyes widened.
“You’ve been lying to us for six months?” Richie interjected.
“Not lying,” you answered. “Just… withholding the truth.”
Everyone took in the news before Syd raised her voice, saying that we still need to prep and to get moving.
Carmy pulled you away from the crowd into the office. “M’sorry, I didn’t mean t’do that out there,” he breathed, hands running up your sides.
“I know.” Your arms circled his neck. “They were gonna find out anyway.”
The tension dissipated from his shoulders when you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before returning to the front.
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.
carmy and the prompt 8. from the first time list!! i’d die to see what you come up with :))
title; bumping and grinding (Carmen Berzatto x fem!reader)
prompt/s; “I don’t know if I can do this.” “That’s okay. We don’t have to do this. You want to cuddle instead?” — from first time prompts
warnings; newly established relationship, she calls him Carm, he calls her petnames (sweetheart, baby), virgin!reader, smut ish, minors do not interact!!!, dry humping x, they kiss and such, title is word play on that one song lol (it came to mind with the idea and when i was titling this x), possible ooc!carmy, not my finest work, that’s it basically? lmk if i missed any !! (1,807 words)
a/n; i’m so sorry for the wait on this 😣
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you and Carmy had been dating for a little while now, both of you spending almost all of your shared free time together.
such as tonight.
both of you had the night off, and you were spending it at your place.
Carmy had made dinner and you had both shared a drink, before settling on the couch to watch a movie.
his arm was drawn around your shoulders, holding you in against his side while your hand lay against his chest, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest.
he glanced down at you as your fingers began tracing shapes into his t-shirt clad chest, causing a smile to break out across his face.
“what?”
you asked as you met his eyes, earning a soft chuckle from him before he shifted you carefully, until you were settled in his lap.
the movie on the tv was forgotten as you held Carmy’s gaze, a flicker of something you hadn’t yet seen from him causing your heart to jump and your body to curl into his.
his hands soothed across your sides as your lips pressed to his, the kiss soft just like the glide of his hands on your sides.
“nothing”
Carmy told, his hands making another pass across your sides while you leaned further into him.
your chest was flush against his as you kissed him softly, smiling against his lips and allowing him to control it.
he kissed you again, nipping at your bottom lip and earning a gasp from you in the process. his tongue soothed across the sting in your lip before he deepened the kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth and moving against yours.
a soft moan tore from your throat at the pull of his hands on your hips, slowly guiding you against him while a triumphant smirk made its way across his face.
“..you want to?”
you asked against his lips as he stole another kiss, his hands stilling on your hips though the outline of his cock through his sweatpants made it hard to focus on anything else.
“yeah.. fuck, do you?”
Carmy’s thumbs rubbed shapes into your hips, his body shifting under yours until he was slouched back on the couch with you still perched in his lap.
his hands made another pass across your sides, watching as your hips bucked against his and a nervous sound fell from your lips.
you did want this, you did want him, but you were scared to cross that line just yet.
he moved his left hand to cradle your face, carefully guiding you down and into another kiss that had your hips pressing further into his.
another gasp fell from your lips, followed by a moan before you could stop it.
“i want you, Carm. i really do..”
he kissed you again before you could finish your words, the embrace softer than his previous kisses, and his hands soothed reassuringly along your thighs.
“i don’t know if I can do this”
you managed to get out against his lips, heat flooding your body in a mix of want and the haze of your hesitation, worrying slowly settling in.
but his thumbs drew shapes into your hips again, easing you out of your suddenly worried thoughts before he was kissing you again.
“that’s okay. we don’t have to do this. you want to cuddle instead?”
Carmy asked, his head on the back of the couch and his eyes searching yours. the look on his face was one you knew all too well, that soft and caring look he had whenever you had a bad day and wanted to cuddle.
though, it felt different now.
his touch felt more comforting than anything, and the subtle nagging in the back of your head was pushed aside.
you leaned into him, pressing another kiss to his lips before whispering to him.
“i want you Carm.. just not ready to go all the way”
he broke the kiss enough to meet your eyes, a glint of his mutual need lingering but his softness outweighed everything else.
“we can just do this”
Carmy murmured against your lips, grunting to himself as your hips ground down against his in agreement to his words.
this wasn’t something you’d ever done with Carmy before, but it felt good, and that’s all you cared for in this moment.
his hands moved your hips against his while he kissed you again, deepening the kiss with ease and humming as you moaned into his mouth with every rock of your hips against his own.
your left hand cradled the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his curls to deepen the kiss further.
“is this okay?”
he asked once you gasped again, earning a small nod in response before you broke into another moan, unable to hold back the sound.
“this is okay.. just, make me feel good, Carm”
his hips rocked up against yours, grinding the bulge in his sweatpants against your core and sending a shiver down your spine.
any other words died on your tongue at the feeling of him, already lost in the pleasure coursing through your body.
“i’ve got you, baby, i’m right here”
both of you moaned as you pressed down onto him again, grinding against him with an increasing fervour.
the couch creaked beneath you as you continued to move, your hips shifting slightly so that your core pressed down against him just right.
“just like that, sweetheart”
Carmy cooed, sending warmth and pleasure flooding throughout your body in a rush of sensations.
his hands were firmly planted on your hips, helping to move you against him while another groan fell from Carmy’s lips.
“doing so good for me”
he continued, his eyes trailing down your body to watch the way you moved against him, grinding against his bulge as heat continued to flood your body.
“take what you need”
you leaned in to kiss him again, moaning against his lips as pleasure thrummed through you like a tidal wave.
Carmy’s hips rocked up into you again, his clothed crotch bumping against yours as pleasure zinged from your body into his and then back to yours.
“feels so good”
you managed to moan out, your hips pressing firmer against his and causing the outline of his cock to strain against his sweatpants.
“fuck baby..”
he cursed, his hands staying on your hips as you shifted above him, your knees pressing into the couch beneath Carmy and allowing the angle to change so that you moved against him with more pressure and precision.
the head of his cock bumped against your clit with every pass of your hips against his, unable to find the words to continue talking to him.
his head tilted so that he could kiss you again, swallowing down your moans while your hips continued, chasing the peak as it began to draw closer.
“i’m right here, what do you need?”
Carmy asked, but you didn’t answer him, you couldn’t find the words to answer him.
“talk to me, sweetheart”
he continued, holding the side of your face in his right hand and carefully pulling you into another kiss while you both continued to move against the other.
Carmy broke into another groan as you grinded down against him again, desperately chasing that pleasure.
“Carm..”
you whined, kissing him again before a string of moans tumbled from your lips, causing his hips to rock up into you with more need.
when you pulled apart, Carmy’s lips parted in another groan, the hold he had on your hips loosened as he teetered closer and closer, just like you were.
“i’ve got you, let it happen”
his hips rocked up into you with another groan, his head lulled back against the couch again while he watched you through half lidded eyes, watching you chase the friction with every grind against him.
warmth and arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach, your hips bucking with more pressure and allowing you to grind your cunt just right against his bulge.
the coil in your belly was about to snap, wound so tight and only needing a little more to send you over the edge.
Carmy rocked up into you again, meeting every move your hips made with a move of his own, pressing his hips against yours in a maddening rhythm that had you moaning out.
“let it happen, baby. let go for me”
his voice was soft, though the sheer need buzzing throughout his body added a rough lilt to his tone.
you nodded slowly, moving against him again and again before toppling over the edge with a loud moan of his name, your hips jerking against him with the force of your orgasm.
“there we go, i’ve got you”
pleasure painted itself across your features while warmth flooded throughout your body, wrapping around you in a hug just like Carmy’s arms as he pulled you down against his chest.
your arms moved around his neck as your hips slowled against his, unable to stop the string of moans and mewls that fell from your lips.
“done so good for me”
he added, left hand soothing across your back and his right hand on your hip to help guide you through your peaks as your walls spasmed around nothing, your release soaking your underwear and creating a sticky wet patch on the front of Carmy’s sweatpants.
a low groan fell from his lips as he rocked up into you one last time, unable to hold back before he quickly followed you over the edge.
his face nuzzled in against your throat, his groans muffled against your skin as you shifted against him, sitting upright in his lap and using your fingers to carefully comb through his curls.
“i’ve got you, Carm”
you whispered, continuing to move your fingers as he rutted up against you, followed by a sudden dampness forming in the front of his sweatpants as he came with a groan of your name.
“shit..”
he cursed, but you were quick to kiss him, holding his face in both hands while your hips shifted against him.
Carmy’s lips parted in a groan of your name, his hips rocking up into you again as he wrapped his arms tight around you.
“i’m right here”
his body shifted under yours, slouching back into the couch again while you smile down at him, easily moving to lay against him.
“thank you for that”
he hummed at your words, his hands moving to your hips to soothe across your sides, falling back into his usual soft touches and tired smiles.
but you only leaned in to kiss him again, softer this time, before you whispered against his lips.
“can we go shower? maybe we could think of going all the way after you get off work tomorrow?”
Carmy’s fresh out of the shower, damp curls framing his face. He’s only bothered to put on some grey boxers. Flipping through the channels on the tv, his thighs spread open as he gets himself comfortable on the couch. The position leaves little to the imagination; his underwear practically clings to his skin.
You’re in one of his white t-shirts and a lacy pair of underwear. The combination is what has him pulling you towards him the second you sit down on the couch. “C’mere. Sit on my lap,” he mutters lowly. You eagerly straddle his hips as his hands hold your face. “You look so pretty in my clothes.” He’s not making eye contact with you, keeping his eyes locked on your lips.
You lean in to meet him halfway, pressing your lips against his. Carmy’s thumb presses down on your chin, opening your mouth enough for his tongue to work its way inside. You whimper at the contact, tangling your fingers into his curls, and kissing him back with just as much passion. Carmy has always been a messy kisser, strings of saliva connecting your mouths every time you take a breath of air.
It’s not long before you feel him getting hard underneath you. Your hips grind against him, chasing that slow heat burning in your stomach. The movement is tentative, almost like you’re teasing yourself.
“Fuck—“ he groans against your lips. He takes a hand from your face and moves it to the small of your back. His hand slips underneath your shirt, needing to feel your skin. He pushes against your back, encouraging your movements against him. His other hand falls down to your thigh, squeezing tight.
The hand wanders on from your thigh fast. The rough calluses on his fingers leaves goosebumps in its wake as he trails along your stomach. His kisses lose their precision, messily colliding with yours. It’s when his hand reaches the waist of your underwear that you finally break the kiss.
“Can we—can we just do this? Feels good like this,” you whisper against his mouth. You rut your hips against him slowly, holding eye contact. He’s a sight in front of you. His lips are swollen—covered in saliva. He’s taking quick breaths in between his parted lips, which are now a vivid pink.
Carmy nods quickly, moving both of his hands to hold your hips. His gaze is careful as he watches you, urging you to move against him. “Just this?” His pupils are wide, looking up at you like you’re the only thing that matters. You frantically nod your head, close your eyes, and get lost in the sensation.
Carmy’s in awe of you. The whole situation is making him dizzy. Your hands move from his hair down to his stomach, pressing into the hard muscles of his abdomen. The change in leverage directly stimulates your clit against his length. Your hips speed up as you become more desperate for release. Carmy lets his head fall back; the pressure against his cock becoming almost too much.
When he looks down at your hands on him, that’s the moment he sees it. The way he’s soaked through his boxers, and you’ve soaked through your underwear. The sight of you grinding against his raging hard on with zero hesitation nearly makes him cum on the spot.
“Look at that—fuck baby—we’re both soaked.” His voice is shot. Rough like it’s painful to speak.
The wet spots become larger with your movements. Heat rushes to your face at his words, and the down right sinful wet sounds coming from below you. “Carm—“
His eyes somehow get more blown out, watching every expression you make. “You’re so pretty like this. Getting yourself off like such a good girl f’me. Feels so good—I didn’t know it could feel like this.“ Between his sentences, both of his hands dig into your hips, tight enough to bruise. He’s getting close, using his strength to hold you to him as his hips jerk into you.
The combined movements sends a heat to your stomach that’s growing hotter by the second. You can barely hold yourself up, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Your face tucks into his neck as your ams wrap around him, pressing his chest to you. “Bear—Bear I–I can’t—“ you whimper. Your hips move lazily, not having the stamina to keep up.
One of his hands cradles the back of your head, soothingly rubbing at your hair. “Shh baby— I know you’re close. Making such a mess all over me,” he coos. Carmy takes over the brunt of the work, rolling his hardened cock up against you, nudging against your clit with every movement. The nearly constant stimulation draws desperate sounds from you.
“Carmy. Please—please, please, please,” you mumble.
“You can do it sweetheart—gonna make me cum too—I’m so close, shit.” Carmy pants through labored breaths, sweat starting to form on his chest from where you’re leaning against him. “Let go for me, yeah? Know you can, baby.”
Those words are the last encouragement you need. With a few more rough thrusts against you, the heat in your stomach explodes. You jolt against him as your orgasm washes over you. You turn your head to face his neck, and nip at Carmy’s skin through the aftershocks.
The sound of your moans, and your teeth and lips on his neck does Carmy in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whines as he releases into his underwear. He holds your hips to his own, rocking into you with every wave of his orgasm. If he wasn’t soaked before—he is now saturating the both of you in his cum.
It’s a good ten minutes before you have the strength to lift back up to look at him. You try not to wince at the feeling of wet clothes on your skin. It’s a miracle nothing has dripped down onto the couch. He’s got a childish grin on his face when you meet his eyes. “I think I need to take another shower. Wanna join me?”
summary: Carmy's first time giving head is... interrupted....
title from: "touch tank" by quinnie
word count: 1.4k
content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! afab reader genitalia, CLAIRE SORRY FOLKS (just briefly mentioned and implied conversation), implied blowjob, pussy eating, voyeurism (??? unknowingly cause Claire's not aware but on the phone with reader during)
side note: don't like it that much and it's a bit short but !!!!! here's another interlude friends! thank you to olive again
series masterlist!
Carmy has the day off, surprisingly.
You've checked with him a half-dozen times that he doesn't need to rush off to the restaurant. To which he assured you every time that no, he didn't need to. The staff forced Carmy out of the kitchen once a month, making him take a vacation day after June. A sound decision made by Sydney, Richie, and Sugar.
Being one of the few times you and Carmy share an off day, you told Claire your friends had planned a sleepover at some hotel for the night. However, in your rush to get a bag ready and get over to Carmy's, it had slipped your mind Claire could check on you. Could see you at Carmy's place...
Your stomach twists at the realization, quickly cutting off your location a few stoplights away from Carmy's apartment. You hoped the area was general enough she wouldn't recognize the neighborhood.
Those worries leave your mind when Carmy tugs you into the apartment, when he kisses you like he can't get enough of you.
Carmy is a vision above you. The flush from his face has made it's way down his chest while he pants to catch his breath. As you slow down your movements, teasing out the last of his release, you start to pull away.
He hisses quietly as you flick your tongue over his slit before you part. Carmy watches as you gaze up him. Watches as you pause. Watches as you slowly open your mouth and show him your tongue.
Carmy grabs at you before you can shut your mouth, dragging you off your knees. You make a sound when he kisses you, open-mouthed and slow.
"You're so gross..." You mutter against his lips, huffing quietly.
Carmy groans into your mouth, tugging you on top of him. He keeps your mouth open with a firm grip, holding you close as he tastes you. It's messy as he trades his spit for the cum in your mouth. He rocks up into you, using his free hand to guide your hips against his.
You make a sound of surprise when Carmy flips you over, kissing you into the mattress. He moves you easily, lifting you further up the bed until you're laying against the pillows. You groan softly as he paws at your chest, groping at the flesh with calloused hands until they trail down south with his kisses.
Carmy presses his teeth to your skin, leaving soft nips along your stomach and chest. Your hands find their way to Carmy's face, turning him upwards so he can look at you.
"What're you doin'?" You ask him, brow furrowed. "You don't have to-"
"I want to.." Carmy insists, placing a kiss to your waistband. "Y'trust me, right?"
And fuck, when he puts it like that? Paired with the way he's looking up at you?
You fold easily, nodding at him. Carmy gives you a quick smile before kissing your stomach again.
You let Carmy slide off your underwear, planting kisses along your legs as he goes and trailing them back up when he's done.
To say Carmy is good with his mouth would be an understatement. He starts shy, pressing tentative kisses from your hole up to your clit. Carmy wraps his lips around your mound, sucking gently until your back arches off the bed. The feeling of his tongue tracing small circles over your clit makes you choke on a moan, hand flying to his curls to ground yourself.
Unfortunately, his tongue isn't enough to drown out the beginning of Love Spit Love's "How Soon Is Now?" and how it makes your stomach plummet, recognizing the ringtone instantly. It's enough to make you remember where you are, who you're with, who's calling you.
"Fuck- fuck-" You push yourself up on your elbows, scrambling for your phone. Carmy looks up as he groans against your core. Your movements make your thighs tighten around his head, stretching for your phone on the nightstand.
He hadn't registered the song playing in the room until now. It moves with your phone, cut short when you swipe and bring it to your ear.
"Hello?" You say breathlessly, glancing down at Carmy before you lay back. "Are you okay?"
Carmy frowns, pulling back from your cunt as you listen to the other line.
"No, yeah," you clear your throat. "I didn't know that, I'm sorry."
Carmy's mouth twitches as he picks up on the voice on the other line. He glances back down at your cunt, covered in a mix of his spit and your arousal. He looks up at you again before he makes a decision, leaning back in to lick at your entrance.
You inhale sharply, looking down at Carmy. "No, I mean, I'm fine. Grease just jumped out of the pan."
Carmy can't help but smirk before focusing again. He drags his tongue up from your hole to press flat against your clit, tracing slow circles around it. Your hand finds it's way to Carmy's curls, holding tight as his tongue retreats and he wraps his lips around the bud.
"Shit-" You cut yourself off quickly, shutting your eyes. You tug at Carmy's hair, hoping he'll back off a little, but instead, he groans against you as he laps at your entrance again.
"No, sorry, it's just - it's kind of hard cooking with one hand... I can't... Because I won't be able to hear you over Mari's music." You have to bite your lower lip when Carmy starts rubbing tight circles with his thumb. "I- Uh- Maybe? I don't know what the girls have planned... Yeah, I'll look at it... Okay, bye."
You hang up on Claire quickly, throwing your phone above you on the bed before looking down at Carmy.
"You're such a fucking asshole- Shit-" You groan, head falling back against the bed. Now that you're off the phone, Carmy's relentless, using what he's learned against you. His hands slip to the insides of your thighs, pushing them onto the mattress.
Carmy alternates between sucking at your clit and tracing soft circles against it with his tongue. He keeps enough of a rhythm that you're able to rock your hips in time with it, crying out when the band in your stomach snaps. Carmy doesn't part from you as your climax crashes through you. Instead, he grabs at your hips, keeping you close as they buck into his mouth. He keeps your hips extended in the air for a moment before they fall back on the mattress, hands keeping them flat as you keen out.
His ministrations continue even when your body stops shaking and your thighs go lax. You cry out at the overstimulation, back arching harshly as you press your hips into the mattress.
He's quick to follow when your hips jerk back, grabbing the back of your thigh when it lurches up towards your chest. A whine tears out of your throat as he reattaches his mouth to your clit, sucking with his tongue as you writhe. You groan as your thighs clamp around his head again, tugging at his hair as he pulls another orgasm from you.
Carmy's hands are rough against your hips, holding you impossibly close as he laps at your core. You squeal gently when his tongue brushes up against your clit, hips bucking into his mouth. You choke on a whine when he sucks harshly at the bud, pushing gently against his forehead until he gets the hint.
You're breathing heavily by the time Carmy parts from you, resting his cheek against your thigh as he catches his breath. He starts pressing kisses to your skin, mixing a few soft bites between them. Carmy presses a soft kiss to your clit, pulling a delayed whine from you, pushing him away again. He huffs before he backs away, pushing himself up on the bed. He leans towards you slowly, giving you the opportunity to back out. Instead, you dive towards his mouth, brining a hand to rest against his cheek.
"Really fuckin' good at that.." You mutter against his lips, groaning when you taste yourself on him. He grins, giving you a second kiss before he parts from you and lays back against a pillow.
You can see it in his eyes. See the hunger that's still there.
"Carmen..." You sigh, turning away from him. He grumbles behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you back against him.
"You're insatiable..." You complain, leaning back as he kisses your neck.
s3 carmen i need to take you out to the alley to give you a freak nasty blowjob to make you calm down-💫
let’s talk about blowing Carmy to give him stress relief. Word count: 1613
I’m thinking about working at the bear as a server. You and Carmy have always had tension. Longing glances that went on a little bit too long. Lingering touches of his hand on your waist when he needs to get around you.
This night, Carmy is on fire during service. There’s practically steam coming out of his ears. He’s barking orders without a care, expecting to be listened to. Usually, he directs most of his anger towards the kitchen staff, but you land in his crosshairs.
“Why the fuck is it taking you so long inbetween plates? Are you taking the scenic view back to the kitchen or some shit? Stop wasting time and hurry the fuck up.”
“Chef. Chill,” you respond. As soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize how bad of an idea it was to say that.
“The only thing you should be saying is ‘Yes, chef’. Do you want to try that again?” You turn to face Sydney instead of Carmen, trying to keep your cool.
“Chef Syd. Can you hold down the fort for a second? I need to talk to Carmy really quick.”
Carmy interjects before Sydney can even reply. “The fuck? I’m doing my job here. Now, can I get—“
“Chef. It’s fine. Go cool off a bit,” Sydney replies, stepping up to the expo. Carmy sighs, running a hand in his hair, before storming off through the back door. You follow suit, catching the door before it slams.
Carmy leans against the back of the building. His fingers are in his hair, tugging at his roots in an attempt to dull his anger. Under his breath, he mutters a slew of curses and god knows what else. Somehow, you find the courage to stand in front of him, toe to toe.
“Carmen, you need to calm down. You can’t lash out on people like a toddler when you don’t get exactly your way.”
“I- I can’t fucking turn it off.” His voice is laced with venom. He looks directly into your eyes. That furious look still present in his features. “I need people to- to fucking listen to me, and f-fucking go faster.”
You can’t deny the tension brewing between you and Carmy in the dim alleyway. His breath fans against your cheek. It would take just a small lean in for your lips to press against his. That’s not what you do, though.
Instead, your hand moves, as if on its own accord, to just barely palm his groin. His eyes widen as he takes in a gasp of air. Pure shock falls on his features. “You need to let your stress out. Do you want a way to do that, Carm?” you ask.
“I w-what— what?” he stammers. His cheeks flush in an instant. You chuckle as you feel him hardening through his pants. You lean into him, but your lips miss his own, choosing to target the corner of his mouth.
Your mouth trails gently, chaste kisses from the corner of his mouth, down his jaw, and to his neck. You don’t spend time sucking on the skin. If a bruise appeared on his neck after this, everyone would know. Instead, you trail your tongue on his pulse point. His body shivers against you. “C’mon, Carmy. Do I need to spell it out for you?” You punctuate your sentence by applying pressure with your palm to his length. You can’t see his face, but you can hear the groan he tries to keep under his breath.
You drop to your knees in front of him, thankful for the thick fabric of your pants. You gaze up at his face with the most innocent look you can muster given the situation. Carmy can’t even comprehend the sight of you on your knees for him. The fear of someone seeing is the last thing on Carmen’s mind. “Are—fuck—are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Take my cock out.” Carmy’s voice commands just like he’s giving you orders in the kitchen.
“Yes, Chef,” you whisper. He tenses from your choice of words. Your fingers dip into the waist band of his slacks before pulling them down to his knees. His underwear falls down with them, leaving him bare and hard in front of you.
He’s huge, way bigger than you would have expected. The tip is already leaking precum. You can’t take your eyes off of his lower half. He hides a lot of muscle under his chef whites. The V-lines of his hips are deep and defined, guiding you right to his cock. Your eyes catch glimpse of a happy trail that extends under the fabric of his shirt.
“Like what you see?” His voice is low and gravely.
You don’t look up at him, not yet. Your hands slide underneath his shirt to tug up the fabric, letting you see the rest of his stomach. The happy trail runs up to his navel. Your finger tips trace the lines of his abs. You can’t resist the urge to press kisses to his stomach. Here, you don’t have to working about marks showing, so you suck and bite at his skin. Carmy’s hand briefly cups the back of your head, threading into your hair before letting go.
“You’re so pretty, Carm,” you admit with brutal honesty. It’s true. He’s built like a Greek god. For the first time, you’ve rendered Carmy speechless with just your words. The second time you render him speechless happens when your lips wrap around the tip of his cock. You moan as the salty taste hits your tongue. Your cheeks hollow inwards to suck lightly.
“F-fuck. Fuck—fuck.” You snap your eyes up to look at him. There’s sweat forming at his brow. His hands clench at his sides in a white knuckle grip. With his gaze on you, you lick a broad stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, making a show out of it. His dick twitches on your tongue.
You can’t stand not having Carmy’s hands on you, so you take one of his hands and place it on your cheek. Not waiting a second, you take his cock all the way into your mouth. Your nose reaches the trail of hair you noticed earlier.
“Holy shit—look at you,” Carmy murmurs. His tough hand cups your cheek, lazily rubbing his thumb on your skin. Without realizing it, Carmy’s hips sink a just a little bit deeper into your throat. It reaches the point of too much, making you gag. You don’t lift off of him, though. Tears well up in your eyes as you keep his dick deep inside your mouth.
“Is it too much? You’re gagging for it,” he spits out. He’s trying to keep his composure, but his voice is full of need. “Shit—babe. Can I— can I fuck your mouth? We’ve already—fuck— already been out here too long,” Carmy practically begs.
You lift off of his cock looking utterly debauched. Spit runs down your chin, and your lips are swollen red. “If it’ll help you calm down, you can do whatever you want with me, Carm. Use me.”
“Yeah? You want that? What a good girl for me.” Carmy grasps his length in his hand, guiding himself to your lips. Your mouth falls open letting his cock sink all the way into your throat. The grasp of his hands is different from before. This time, both of his hands are on your face, palm resting on your cheeks. The rest of his hand wraps around your head, holding you firmly.
Carmy is really efficient. His cock pounds into your throat with zero hesitation. It’s near animalistic the way he’s holding your head and using you. “S’good so fuckin’ good. Takin’ my cock so good, baby,” he mumbles, too lost in pleasure to care about the words leaving his lips. “Gonna—gonna cum down your throat. You’d like that wouldn’t you? To be my little cum slut?” A deep moan reverberates through your mouth at his words. He’s lost all filter.
It’s only a few more thrusts before Carmen spills into your mouth with a strained groan. Just as you’re able to swallow, Carmy pulls to up to your feet. His lips smash against yours. The kiss is fierce and all consuming. His tongue dips into your mouth, battling with your own. Carmy groans into your mouth when he tastes himself on your tongue.
Strings of spit unite your lips when he pulls back. There’s a new look in his eyes that you can’t quite describe. “A-are you—“ you have to clear your throat, still sore from his cock. “Are you feeling calmer now? D-did that help?” Your voice is completely shot and raspy.
“Fuck, baby. You’ve got my heart beating out of my chest. Thank you for uh— for doing that. I was being an asshole,” he admits.
“You just needed someone to relieve some stress. I’m happy I could help you.”
“You’re coming home with me after service. Gotta take care of you since you took care of me.” Carmy leans in to give you a soft kiss. “And… you might wanna head straight to the bathroom to clean up a bit. Don’t need anyone else to see you like this. You’re too fucking pretty.”
Carmy is like a new man when he walks back into that kitchen. He’s more toned down, and careful about the yelling. Sydney thinks you must have been a therapist in a past life, because whatever you did managed to chill Carmy out.
It’s a week tops until someone in the kitchen finds out you two are fucking.
okay but imagine carmy’s first time without the condom☝️😊 how he’d ask you if you’re sure so many times beforehand and when he’s finally inside he has to hold you still because damn! that feels almost too good! and it’s even worse if it’s the first time he cums inside too -💫
Carmy has you stripped naked within ten minutes of knocking your apartment door. You fall back on the mattress and watch as he quickly takes off his shirt and pants.
He crawls over top of you next, meeting your lips for a series of hot, messy kisses. He’s still wearing his boxers, so you take it upon yourself to push down his waistband so he can kick them off. He groans into your mouth when you grip his cock and lightly stroke him, spreading precum down his length.
“Need you to fuck me, Carm. Please—don’t wanna be teased. Just need you.” Carmy usually insists on eating you out first, but you want him inside of you.
“Y-yeah—I’ll take care of you.” He pauses for a moment, realization hitting him. “Shit! I don’t have a condom.”
“I wasn’t expecting you, or I would have bought some,” you giggle. He showed up tonight completely unannounced. He kissed you with hunger when you opened the door, making it clear what he needed from you.
“Sorry, I uh—just had to see you. Couldn’t stop thinking about you all day at work—shit—“ his voice falters as you stroke his dick again. More precum forms at his tip. “I can eat you out?” He offers.
“Want you, Carmy. I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine.”
You feel his cock pulse in your hand from your words.
“Are you—are you saying—“
“Please, Carm. I want you to fuck me.”
“Fuck—are you sure? Shit, I can run down the block to the corner store if you want me to.”
By hooking a leg around his waist, you press Carmy in closer to you, lining him up with your entrance.
“M‘positive. Want you to fuck me. Please,” you beg. Carmy doesn’t take much convincing, though. He sinks into you slowly. A broken gasp leaves his mouth as the head of his cock slips into you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’ve never—never done this without a condom—holy fuck, baby.”
“S’good, Carmen. Filling me up so, so good—shit,” you whine as he completely bottoms out inside of you. He’s pulsing inside of you, and panting into your ear. You can’t help but move you hips to feel his cock nudge against your walls.
“Fuck. Stop. Stop moving,” he says through clenched teeth, gripping your hips to keep you still. “Just—just give me a second.”
You know better than to press your luck, so you run your fingers through his hair as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.
“Shit—so—so wet—fuck,” he murmurs. “Didn’t know it could feel like this. M’not going to last long. God—“
“Carmen—please move. Please—“ you beg. “Don’t care if you don’t last—want you to fill me up.”
“Holy shit, baby.” You watch Carmy’s eyes go dark. He was planning on pulling out and cumming on your stomach, but now that option is off the table. You want him to pump you full of his cum, and that thought alone makes his cock twitch.
Once he starts fucking into you, Carmy’s pace is relentless. He’s holding onto you for dear life, arms wrapped around your frame. He’s not hiding his face in your neck, though. He’s resting his forehead on yours so he can watch your face as you take his cock. Whenever he’s not kissing you, he has his bottom lip inbetween his teeth to contain the sounds of his moaning.
“Soak my cock. Let me feel it,” he commands. He moves one of his hands to circle your clit with his thumb, and that sends you over the edge. Carmy’s pace grows sloppy and erratic. His forehead moves to rest on your shoulder, so he can look down and watch his cock thrust in and out of you.
The pulsing of your cunt around him with zero separation pulls a broken groan out of his lips, but he’s still trying to hang on for you. His hips fuck into you roughly, pounding into you hard and deep.
“Carm—cum in me. Fill me up—wanna feel you spill out of me—“ you cry. He lets himself go at your words, biting into your shoulder as his hips press as far into you as possible. You feel him throb inside of you, filling you up with cum.
You both lay in bed for who knows how long to catch your breath. Carmy’s still inside of you, keeping you plugged up with his load. He’s the first one to break the silence.
“Baby, I don’t think I can go back to using a condom again after that— I’ll pay for you to get an IUD, or an implant, or whatever you want.”
the muscles…. let me pronebone with carmen PLEASE PLEASE JUST ONCE!! -💫
Well I didn’t know that position had a name but yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
He has you flat on your stomach with a small pillow underneath your hips. This position makes his cock hit so deep inside of you, like feeling him in your guts kind of deep.
Carmen is already fighting for his life the second he presses into you. “Fuck, baby—so fucking tight—holy shit.” Maybe it’s confidence from not having eye contact, but Carmy literally cannot shut up when he starts thrusting into you at a rough pace. “Shit—you can’t keep squeezing me like that or I’ll cum.”
“Please, Carm,” you whine. Your head turns to look over your shoulder at Carmy. Fuck, he looks so gorgeous like this. He’s got both of his hands digging into the meat of your hips. Carmy’s biceps bulge from the way he’s gripping your skin. His teeth bite at his lower lip as his eyes watch the spot where the two of you connect, before darting over to meet your eyes.
“Yeah? Want me to stay inside and pump you full? Is that why you’re squeezing me like a fucking vice?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Please fill me up—want you to.”
Carmy drops down on top of you. His elbows hold his body weight up as his pace switches to slowed, deep thrusts. He wants you to feel how far he’s buried inside of you.
“Taking it so well—shit. S’like you’re made for me,” Carmy groans. His lips begin to kiss your neck and shoulders in an attempt to quiet his moans.
“ ‘m all yours, Carm. Feels s’good—so fucking deep—” Your speech is barely coherent. The pleasure is too mind consuming for you to care.
Carmy shifts his arms once again. This time his bicep wraps around your throat, lifting your head up. His other arm wraps around your lower stomach. Carmy’s palm firmly presses right above your mound, making you cry out from the sensation. Within moments, his hips pick up the pace again.
Needing something to brace yourself, one of your hands grasps his forearm. “I’ve got ya. Such a good girl for me. My good girl,” Carmy praises. Slowly, he begins to tighten his bicep around your throat. Your voice whimpers loudly at the pressure, unable to form words. You and Carmen had discussed play like this heavily before. Three taps on his arm and he would let go immediately. Since your palm stays firmly planted on his forearm, Carmy continues to squeeze your throat. Sloppily, he kisses at your cheeks, forehead, and practically any other parts of you he can get his mouth on.
The bicep wrapped around your neck brings stars to your vision. His thrusts have only gotten more powerful. Vaguely, you can hear the sound of the headboard banging into the wall. In an instant, the fire-feeling in your belly explodes. Euphoria flows through your veins as you reach your peak. “Carmy, Carmy, Carmy,” You repeat with a choked desperate voice. You say his name over and over again like it’s the only word you know.
Carmy’s not far behind. “Shit—that’s it. Going to fill you up—“ he pants into your ear. With a few more deep thrusts he’s spilling inside of you, whimpering into the skin of your neck.
Carmy has to go to the hardware store to buy a wall patching kit for the dents the headboard left in the wall of his apartment. He then orders some headboard stoppers from Amazon the very next day.
Carmy coddling you through an orgasm. He’s got his fingers rubbing on that spot deep inside of you. He’s already brought you to a peak with his tongue but he’s determined to keep it going. Words of encouragement spill out of Carmy’s mouth.
“Atta girl, just like that.”
“There you go, sweetheart. That’s my girl.”
“That’s it, baby, keep cumming just like that for me.”
He’s relentless with his words, filling your ears up with praises as your legs shake from pleasure. Once his cock is inside of you, his filthy mouth continues. You’re whining as he pounds into you mercilessly.
“You can take it. I know you can take it for me, can’t you? Just a little bit more, yeah?”
“Are you crying, baby? Give me one more and I’ll make it all better, okay?”
“Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. My pretty baby.”
“Oh that’s it. Look at you. So fucking pretty cumming around me. Keep going, baby. I know you can.”
“It’s okay, I got ya. So good for me.”
By the end of it, after he’s finally filled you up to the brim, you’re already in that floaty place. Carmen always takes such good care of you afterwards, making sure you know that you’re safe with him. That you can trust him to let your guard down enough to go into subspace.
He takes aftercare so seriously, and he’s a natural at it, too. He already laid out everything he would need on the night stand, like water, a snack, and some wipes. Carmy will clean you up with the wipes, before gently encouraging you to take a sip of water. He’ll ask you to take a bite or two of a protein bar if you can manage, but he won’t push it. Finally, he’ll tuck you safe in his arms and cuddle you until you fall asleep.
i'm just thinking about how a reader sends nudes to Carmen while he's at work and he just likes them LOL (but he's actually really nervous 'bout this💔)
OH MY GOSH this little nerd literally putting a thumbs up reaction on it im crying.
He’s just looking at his phone midway into dinner rush at the Bear and he turns pink so fast. You’ve sent him a “classy” nude. It’s a mirror picture with a hand lazily covering your nipples and your legs crossed just enough that you can’t really see anything. You’ve sent a message along with the picture, simply reading: just had an everything shower. don’t stay out too late ;)
Out of reflex he literally presses his phone screen to his chest like a kid trying to kid their phone from their parents. Once he realizes there’s no one actually around him, he lets himself take a proper look at the picture.
Carmy, however, has no idea how to even respond to your pictures (and if he looks any longer he’s going to get hard) so he holds down the picture, and clicks the thumbs up reaction. That’s right, not a heart, a thumbs up.
He fights for his life for the rest of dinner trying to not look at his phone. When he walks in the door of the apartment that night, he immediately goes to the bedroom.
You’re in bed, wearing a cute pajama set, and watching old episodes of dance moms on tv. You can’t hide the cheeky grin on your face as Carmy stands in the doorway. “Hey, Bear. We gotta talk about your texting skills. A thumbs up? Really?” you tease.
“I think we need to talk about you sending nudes while I’m at work. Baby, I was thinking about you for the rest of service. Almost cut my finger dicing carrots.”
“That was the point, Carm.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he breaths out in the middle of taking off his pants.
And yeah he fucks you within an inch of your life as per usual
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