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carmyboobear · 13 days

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Stress Management (Carmy Berzatto x Reader)

Rating: Explicit, MDNI🔞 (~700 words)

Summary: Carmy comes home from work so stressed he can hardly think. When he gets home, he sees his partner on the couch, and something clicks. He needs them, and it needs to happen now.

Content Tags: oral (v), rough sex, loud sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, they/them reader, afab reader

A/N: Had this sitting in my drafts, so I spruced it up a bit. Stressed guy like Carmy needs some SERIOUS relief… enjoy <3

Carmy feels like breaking something.

His ears are ringing, listening to echoes of screams at work that refuse to fade away. His body is tight with tension, and all he can think about is seeing them.

He needs to see them.

He almost slams the door open in a rush to get home. They’re laying on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, hair splayed on on the cushions. They perk up when they hear him entering.

“Carmy!” They chirp, smiling like the sun, and upon seeing his face, it grows serious. “Everything ok?”

“Work fucking sucked,” he mutters irritably. He’s walking briskly over. They’re finally right in front of him.

“Do you wanna ta—“ they’re halfway through their sentence before Carmy pulls them into a bruising, wet kiss.

“I want to eat you out, and then fuck you a couple times,” Carmy says lowly when he pulls back. Their kissed lips are parted in surprise. “Then I’ll tell you about today. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” they agree without hesitation, and he immediately pulls their underwear off.

With two forceful hands, Carmy spreads their legs wide by the inside of their thighs before swooping his head down between them. He wastes no time in bullying their clit with his tongue, using the tip to push it out and into his mouth. He starts sucking their clit immediately, cheeks hollowing at the tightness, and they keen.

Their moans are sweet and sharp like a strong mixed drink, and he’s intoxicated on the noise. He knows how messy he’s being, spit stains already dripping onto the couch cushions, but it doesn’t matter at all.

He sucks their clit in a brutal rhythm so quick that they come quickly, wetting themself on his chin pushed into their cunt. He relishes in the feeling of them covering his face, of their twitching clit between his sucking lips. And because he doesn’t want to bother, he pulls back, shoving his pants and underwear off just enough to get his hard cock out. Without any prep, he lines up and pushes in as they ride out the last couple waves of their orgasm. They make a wounded noise, a guttural moan.

“Carmy—fucking, shit—“ They’re gasping for air, hands scrambling to hold onto him as he starts pounding into them. They’re so wet from their orgasm, but still so deliciously tight.

“Be good and take it, just fucking take it,” Carmy whispers, leaning in close to them, and they whimper helplessly.

He remembers the anger from work, the frustration coursing through his body like lightning, the rage jetting from his ears like steam. He thinks about it every-time he fucks forward, slamming his hips against theirs, every time he thrusts brutally into their tight, stretching pussy.

“You’re coming, aren’t you? Why aren’t you letting me hear it?” Carmy asks. Their palm’s covering their mouth when they come for the first time on his cock, and he pries it off by grabbing their wrist and pinning it. They don’t try to cover their mouth again, instead just moaning so loud the next apartment over is bound to complain. “Fuck, th-that’s good. That’s better. I love, fuck, hearing you like this, always gotta let me hear you, gonna make me come—“

He makes them come one more time on his cock before he finishes inside them. Or maybe it was just an extension, instead just one really long orgasm—he wasn’t quite able to tell. They cry through it, weeping and moaning into the crook of his neck. They’re ruined, undone by the release of his pent up frustration.

He closes his eyes and listens to them cry out as he comes hard in their pussy. Their come dribbles down his shaft and the curve of his tightened balls. It’s so good it almost hurts, the pleasure acute and overwhelming. It’s like breaking a high fever, filling the gauge on a thermometer until it shatters.

“Carm…” Their voice is scratchy from how loudly they were moaning. They’re both coming down, panting in each other’s arms. Their tired arms connect behind his back under his shoulders. “Don’t pull out yet…”

“Mm, okay,” he murmurs, softening cock warmed by their wet pussy. Besides, there’d be a bigger mess if he pulled out. He wraps his arms around them and kisses their sweaty forehead. “You did so good, baby. Took me so well, just what I needed.”

And it’s true. He doesn’t even remember what made him so mad in the first place.

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto smut #my smut #my blurbs #idk if I wanna count this as a fic…. it’s titled but whatever #anyway I’ve been wanting to post this for a while and finally just decided to do it #enjoy!

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glitterslag · 8 months

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our boy of eternal suffering

#patron saint of peptobismol #i can't do those aesthetic webweaving posts like all you cool people on here but it's somethin #carmy berzatto #the bear #the bear fx #stigma/stigmata comes from the same root as 'tattoo' too :)#web weaving #also sorry if someone already made this post a year ago but i like literally just got here so

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espumado · 3 months

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#finally someone talked about syd's tattoos #and there are more tattoos than we though😍#that was for me!!!#all of Syd's tattoos cataloged😍🥰#the bear #syd adamu #ayo edebiri #I still need to know why they decided to show this in the middle of a Carmy and Clair montage🤔🤫#I need Ayo to talk about this #one by one #she liked the post👀#sydney adamu

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katiethelmie · 1 month

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Monday mornings are for dreaming

#sydcarmy #the bear fanart #syd x carmy #carmy x syd #sydney and carmy #sydney adamu #the bear #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #I have an uncensored version👁️#artist on tumblr #SUNDAY MORNING RAIN IS FALLIN #But it’s Monday and it’s their day off #let them dream #GIVE THEM A BREAK #should I post the uncensored version on ao3?#I’m nervous #whoever sees this comment if I should 🫣

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wtfsteveharrington · 3 days

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take the upper hand | carmen berzatto x reader

push the reset button we're becomin' something new

description: carmen berzatto is stubborn and anxious and doesn't always know how to express himself. your best friend drags you to a party that carmen knows you'll be at and he shows up to make amends and thank god he does because he saves you from dealing with some drunk asshole.

content warnings: angsty!! drinking/party scene, shitty drunk guy w/ a shitty guy mentality!!, reader gets hit on with one night stand suggestion tones, carmen's ready to swing, mentions of anxiety and jealousy. mentions of reader drinking. kissing, mentions of intimacy related scratches, some light smut references.

author notes: my first time posting something that isn't just smut!! also something that no one but me has read!! normally i always get a proof read, not today. but this idea has been rattling around in my ole noggin' for a minute now so here we are. reminder!! you are responsible for your own media consumption!! if this won't be your jam then there's tons of other fics in the sea (: ily thank you!

even if it's handcuffed i'm leavin' here with you

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The last place you wanted to be tonight was some house party in Wicker Park. With Pitbull, of all artists, playing so loud in the basement that the floor upstairs was still vibrating. Everything was sticky and stinky and you did not wanna be here.

But your best friend was hooked on this guy from her gym.

It didn’t help that Carmy recognized his name from high school and mumbled out some remark about, “Oh yeah, no Dave’s a pretty solid guy.” She was convinced it was a sign that they were meant to be. Not to mention she found his mom’s Facebook and a post from two years ago that included his birth time. The whole train ride over you listened to how compatible the two of them were and how much she loved that he was a Scorpio rising.

She had begged you to come to this God forsaken party and help put in a good word for her. Something had her convinced that if you mentioned just how well you were getting to know Carmen to this Dave guy that he would hold your opinion of her in higher regards.

And sure, maybe there was a part of you that hoped Carmen would be here even while the two of you were feuding. He knew it was coming up but couldn’t promise he’d be off in time - Something you got quite used to. It normally didn’t bother you that he had so many late nights at the resturant but when it rains, it pours and now you’re stuck sitting next to the sink littered cups filled with what can only be best described as some sort of horrific finance bro jungle juice. A mix of 1942 and fresh pressed juice.

Your nose wrinkles up at the smell but you’re quickly refocused at the booming sounds of Ethan Callaghan stumbling through the back door. Another man Carmy knew from high school but didn’t like as much. Something about always being too in-your-face. Though you were pretty sure he was close with the guy your best friend was currently hooking up with in some random bedroom down the hall.

The second his eyes land on you there’s a lopsided smile being thrown your way as he tries to fluff his hair and stand up as straight as possible. He’s stumbling into the kitchen with a full drink in hand, droning on and on about how he was ‘just so jealous’ that your friend went into that bedroom earlier. How nice it must be to not end the night alone. No pleasantries at all, just right into the whole lonely and horny act that was grossing you out.

No one particularly knew you and Carmy were together yet - He wasn’t the type who wanted to label right away and potentially mess things up and you weren’t the type to out your dating status to random drunken men either. Besides, you weren’t so sure that ‘I have a boyfriend’ would put an end to this pitiful man’s sob story.

As if, on queue and manifested right out of thin air, Carmen rounds the corner and takes a second to soak in the sight in front of him. You’re sitting there with your eyes trained on the water bottle in your hands. Ethan’s yapping away about how pretty you are and how big his apartment is. An excellent view in Streeterville that you’d love to see with the best brunch place in town two blocks away blah, blah, blah. Your shoulders are hunched over, body leaning away from Ethan as he stands at the window watching his reflecting in the window above the sink.

“Hey - Been looking for you.”

Carmen.

Your head whips around to the sight of his voice instantly. There’s a pang in your chest at the sight of him standing in front of you after you two had been apart for these last few days. He looked tired. Wearing a sweater he knows you love because he wants to look nice for you. God you wanted to run over and crash yourself against his chest. Screw the petty fight. Instead you’re stuck giving him a very pointed look, hoping he takes the hint to save you.

He’d be lying if there wasn’t a split second where Carmen feared you were actually going to go home with this loser until he saw the panic and annoyance written across your face. Ethan’s laughing at the sight of him. “Hey, Dude. Think we’re all good here, yeah?” Oh he hates this dick.

There’s a thick level of tension in the room as Carmen squares up his shoulders and steps further into the room. His eyes are trained on Ethan who clearly wasn’t expecting much of a fight out of Carmy. He stops when he’s standing between your knees, putting himself between the two of you. Something about the way he instantly turned possessive turned up a feeling deep in your stomach no matter how annoyed you still were.

“Pretty sure someone out back was looking for you, Dude. It doesn’t seem like anyone in here wants you around. Now either you’re too fucking dense to realize it or you don’t care that you’re not wanted, but I’m here to let you know. So I suggest running out back and getting the fuck out of our hair.”

Ethan’s clearly entertained while looking between the two of you, a playful glint in his eye. You’re silently begging him to walk away and find yourself bringing a hand up to put on the small of Carmen’s back. While you’ve never seen him actually fight, you’ve seen many scraps between him and Richie. Heard stories of him growing up and heard the Bachelor party story.

You’re fine not having your own fight stories to tell.

T-Pain is now blasting in the background and the contrast of people laughing and singing downstairs versus the situation you’ve found yourself in is making your head spin. The whole time your best friend is clueless and wrapped up in Mr. Scorpio Rising. She owes you big time. Like you’ve secured friend of the year already and she needs to throw a parade in your honor after going through this.

Ethan’s finally putting his hands up in the air, that shit eating grin still plastered across his features. “My bad, my bad. Didn’t know you were already claimed.” Claimed. Gross. Your fingers press into Carmy’s back, a silent plea to beg him not to escalate this even more. He’s laughing at the sight of the two of you before snagging a half finished bottle of vodka off the counter and backing up towards the back door.

Carmen steps out from between your legs and follows Ethan to ensure he leaves. Shoulders pushed back, chest puffed out. You’d find the sight entertaining if you still weren’t so on edge. Carmen Berzatto, your protector.

And sure, he’s probably just making this asshole someone else’s problem for the night but he doesn’t care. The main priority is getting you away from him and getting you safe.

You catch the sight of his curls out of the corner of your eye when Carmen returns and instantly steel your spine. The shift in the air now that Ethan is gone was thick. He was a distraction from the distance between you two but now you’re preparing yourself for another argument when really you had no energy left to give it. There was a small worry that he’d think you gave Ethan any inclination that you were interested. Even though you two had been tense, there was never anyone else but you but him. Even if you’re too stubborn to drop that information just yet.

Carmen’s quiet. His heavy boots against the floor make your heart beat faster. Everyone had scattered out of the kitchen when he walked Ethan out of there but not before giving you two a nervous glance as they went. Some probably disappointed there wasn’t a fight if we’re being honest.

“Hey.”

You don’t dignify him with a response. Crossing your arms over your chest and taking a sudden interest in the magnets that littered this guy’s fridge. Toying with the idea of putting the ‘Area 51 is for Lovers!’ magnet in your pocket. You figured you deserved something for going through this hell of a night.

He stops himself once he’s reached your side, the silence awkward and thick in the air. Carmy’s hand is on your knee now, his touch not as firm as you’re used to. The whiplash of emotions once again not helping either of you know just quite where you stand.

“M’still mad at you.”

He winces but he knew it was coming.

The two of you wallow in silence. Carmy’s just about to finally speak but someone stumbles in on the hunt for vodka, takes one look at the annoyance on your boyfriend’s face, before quickly muttering they’ll find it somewhere else.

And you still won’t look at him.

He’s grabbing at your waist now, pulling you from the counter and against his chest. You wanna protest but there’s still a buzz going through your body that makes it hard to think quick enough to push back. Plus God does he feel warm and smell so good.

Carmy’s walking backwards towards the fridge, waiting until his back is flush against it to slide down. Bringing down those magnets you wouldn’t stop staring at, family photos, whatever was in his way came with the two of you. He’s tugging you until you’re straddling his waist while he brings his knees up to support you. Grabbing a hold of your face, finally making you look at him and fuck he looks like shit close up. Dark circles, hair a little messier than he’d normally allow, a bit of fear deep in his eyes.

“You gotta tell me how to fix this.” It’s all unfamiliar territory for him. There wasn’t exactly a good example set for him growing up to say the least.

Four days ago Carmen watched as the barista at some coffee shop you wanted to go to flirted with you. That shit already annoyed him, but he tried to bite his tongue. Then your latte came out with a heart in the foam and you kept explaining that’s just how they all come out but he was jealous and possessive and didn’t know how to communicate that so instead the two of you fought in the car for an hour. It was so stupid and he’s been kicking himself in the ass ever since.

The past four days you refused to talk to him and had done a good job at dodging the situation. Normally you two fight, you fuck, and then you pretend everything’s okay. The cycle was getting old and wearing you down.

Until now.

You give a heavy sigh, reaching out to toy with the bottom hem of his shirt. Carmy really did look like it had been going through it so you’re throwing him a small bone. “Maybe not making me sit on a sticky floor would be a good start.” He’s muttering out this small laugh, thankful to hear anything coming out of your mouth let alone a joke, the sound vibrating against your fingertips and you hate how much it fills your heart.

He waits for the rest. The other shoe to fall. Every ounce of laughter is gone when you finally collect yourself enough for - “Do you think we’re good together, Carmen?” You can feel him stiffen under you, his hands gripping at your waist because he needs something to give him some stability.

A beat goes by. “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Another beat, this time it’s Carmy who refuses to look at you. Eyes downcast and trained on your lap. “But I’m not sure I’m good for you.” You weren’t expecting that.

Once again silence falls between the two of you, still toying with the hem of his shirt before you lean in to bury your face in the crook of his neck. Taking a deep breath that’s filled with his cologne, faint smoke, and just Carmen that you’ve grown to crave. “You just gotta learn to trust me, Carmen. Outta everyone in this world, I’m the main one who never wants to hurt you. Especially for some barista with a fuckin’ comb over.”

You hoped he would laugh again, but the sound never comes. Instead you feel his arms go tight around your body, his knees coming up a bit more which makes you fully lean into his chest. He’s clinging to you, wishing so badly he knew what to say (or could let himself) say what he knows he needs to. Instead he’s just pressing a kiss to your head, sighing into your hair.

“I wanna be better for you. Just don’t know how.”

The two of you cling to each other and fight to get as close as possible. The distance apart these past four days has left the both of you physically aching for one another. It’s been hours, days of a tense heart and checking phones for texts neither of you knew how to send. You press a kiss against his neck, leaning back just enough to grab his face in your hands and stroke your thumbs over his cheeks.

“It’s scary for me too, y’know? This, us. You’re not alone in being scared but lashing out at me isn’t gonna solve anything. I’m not going anywhere, Carmy.” You take the first step in mending the relationship by leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. There’s a hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as if he’s still scared you’re going to change your mind and run off before he can realize it’s happening.

He’s letting you take the lead and only deepening the kiss once he feels your hands slide under his shirt. Fingers trailing along the toned skin while Carmey licks your bottom lip. Your hands glide around his back where you’re able to trace over healing scratches left on the skin from your last night together.

Your lips part and you take the lead once again, letting your tongue slide along his and giving a low moan into his mouth as you taste him. There’s the lingering taste of cigarettes mixed with black coffee and Carmen. Once again indescribable and simply him. His grip on you tightens up in response and you know if you’re not careful then you’ll end up disheveled and tangled up in the backseat of his car or bent over one of the sinks in a disgusting bathroom. Both options you refuse to pick over getting home and letting him properly make this up to you.

Dragging your nails along the healing marks, Carmen starts to lose track of his kissing. His grip on your neck tightening a bit more, hips rocking up towards you against his better judgement. The motion’s getting needy and sloppy and you have to pull away much to both of your disappointment.

Shaking your head and bringing your hands up to rest flush against his warm chest. “You’re not gonna fuck me on this nasty floor. I deserve better than this.” Which, of course you do. He just gets carried up when he’s wrapped up in you. He’s nodding in agreement but can’t stop himself from licking his own lips to chase the sensation of you.

He’s looking over your features, his heart picking up pace even more than he thought was possible anymore. “Think you’re meant to be my forever, y’know? Sometimes I look at you and it scares the shit out of me because I look ahead and-... It’s you. Kids sitting at a table in the restaurants doing homework. A honeymoon overseas where I get to drag you around different pasty shops and restaurants and we’ll find random art in flea markets to hang when we get home. Take photos that end up framed. It’s you. Always.”

Now how are you supposed to be mad when he’s this open and honest. Unpacking a future you had thought only you considered so far. You hope this behavior sticks. It’s not easy for either of you, but it’s worth fighting through the learning curve. “Kids, huh? Multiple? They’ll be your harshest critics, Carmy. I dunno if you can handle their reviews quite yet.” He’s chuckling, shaking his head with a lazy smile. “No, not yet. But one day.” The promise of more between you finally putting an end to this discussion for now. You make a mental note to remember this moment when the two of you bicker in the future - No matter what there’s always more on the road ahead of you.

Which makes you smile too. Wrapping your arms around his neck. “One day.” You reward him with one more kiss, knowing that’s all the two of you can risk before you end up sprawled out on this floor.

Carmy’s desperate to keep the lightened mood. He’s giving it a moment for both of you to calm back down from kissing before playfully scrunching up his face. “God you taste like shitty tequila.” It works. You’re laughing and swatting your hand against his chest, feeling a bit lighter than you did when you walked into this place. “Carmen Berzatto be nice to me!”

He’s beaming at you now. Bright, happy.

It’s a stark difference from the funk you’d both been stuck in since this fight started. The sight makes your heart swell and you bring a hand up to push some curls back off of his forehead. Leaning in to press a kiss against the tip of his nose.

“Lemme take you home, yeah? Get you some food on the way? Gotta make sure someone so pretty doesn’t wake up with a hangover.” He loves taking care of you in anyway you'll let him.

You nod and carefully start to shuffle off of his lap. Getting yourself to your feet before reaching down to help tug Carmen up to his feet. You catch as he adjusts himself in his pants, a flush blooming along his cheeks and down his neck. Stepping back in until you’re chest to chest with him, you press a line of kisses along his jaw. Rough stubble going away once you find his lips yet again. You hum against his mouth, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. “You gotta shave in the morning, Carmy.” He’s nodding instantly, reaching his hand down into his pocket to fish out the car keys.

There’s a notification lighting up your phone - Perfect timing. A simple “Gonna spend the night ;)” text from your best friend. You can’t help but to grin and roll your eyes, turning the phone around so Carmen can see the notification too. He’s laughing while sliding a hand into your back pocket and starting to lead the two of you out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, remind me to tell Dave that his friend fuckin’ sucks.”

#why am i nervous to post this #♡: c.b.#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen x reader #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto

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kyloknightren · 30 days

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i need sydney to encourage carmy to make a painting for the bear after seeing his sketches cause he hated the look of the one that nat got for the front of the house and i feel like carmen’s drawings will just have more importance in the next season

or if nat sees carmy’s stuff and tells him “bro. you should hang something at the restaurant!”

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susieandhobbes · 3 months

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I can't explain this, but Black women looking young is somehow being added to the convenient excuses to not ship Black women with popular white leading men but ~not in a racist way~

She's strong and independent, she doesn't need him

He's a mess, she can do better

She should be gay! or with minor Black side character!

NEW: She looks so young :(

I'm obviously picking on this particular person but I've seen several people dismiss SydCarmy because "he's a much older, mentor figure! that'd be inappropriate!" And like??? HUUUUH???

Sydney and Carmy are an absolute MAX of 5 years apart in age. And while Ayo looks beautiful, 19 she does not look! Sydney went to culinary school and has worked at several fine dining establishments before launching her own business, common sense says she's at least in her late 20s. And while Carmy has more restaurant experience, he was a literal prodigy who started young.

ALSO, this is kind of an aside but where the fuck is Carmy mentoring Sydney in any real capacity?

S1 - she gets hired, 2 days later she was like "hey I redid your entire business plan because your shit is fucked, a day later he asked her to lead the brigade and then ditched her. He went to cater Cicero's party with Richie and once again Sydney was in charge DURING A POWER OUTAGE. She quit mid-service, comes back, and he's like want to start a restaurant with me?? Not as a fucking mentee, as a partner

S2 - Sydney is making the construction timeline decisions and present and participating in financial/loan conversations with the literal owners of the Beef/Bear. Sydney is part of designing the menu. Sydney is hiring. The only mentor-mentee relationship she's in is with TINA!

Does Sydney look up to Carmy because he's in many ways accomplished her culinary dreams? Absolutely. But people acting like she's some bright eyed student he's teaching to dice onions is fucking crazy.

#anyway i'm yelling #the bear fx #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #sydcarmy #everyone is just so predictable and annoying #there was another reddit post #where the OP was like 'im 21 and my boss is in his 30s and i hate when people imply there's something romantic between us'#and i had to PHYSICALLY restrain myself from being like 'well sweetie #like do you spend a lot of time in your boss' apartment or looking into each others eyes under tables?#is he buying you custom designer chef wear?#no?#fucking ok then #let's get back to this fictional fucking show then shall we #this really feels so tenmartha in the worst way

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robertacolndrez · 10 months

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THE BEAR — 2x03, Sundae — 2x08, Bolognese

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theroyalmisfitmess · 4 months

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I may not be realistically sure about SydCarmy happening, but here’s my piece… Carmy was always pushed by his family to do things. His life ran by their decisions. While he loved cooking, the desire to become a renowned chef was quite out of spite.

He dated Claire, but only because his family pushed it. It even came to a point where they gave Claire the “Bear” by branding her “Claire bear”. This was never Carmy’s doing. It was all his family. But where do we exactly see Carmy practice his agency? With Syd.

In a world full of choices made for him, Carmy chose Syd. He chose her to stage. He chose her to be retained in a room full of employees chosen for him. He chose her to be his CDC. But most importantly, he chose to give her The Bear. Not his family. Him.

Carmy’s family gave Claire the bear, but Carmy gave Sydney The Bear.

#i might put the final quote in a separate post it looks good lmao #sydcarmy #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #carmy x sydney #syd x carmy #syd and carmy #carmy and sydney #the bear #claire the bear

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notyourdaisybuchanan · 9 months

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Rewatching The Bear 2x03 is actually crazy and feels so clarifying because like...

The ep starts with Carmy speaking at Al-Anon about fun, and how maybe he needs to have more of it. He acknowledges that fun is complicated for him because as a kid his family tended to ruin things for him, even though this was often unintentionally done. He says that he thinks if he had more amusement or enjoyment in his own life then it would be easier to provide that for other people. (Big note here that part of the purpose OF a restaurant is to provide amusement and enjoyment for people. Then add in Luca's conversation with Marcus in 2x04 about how the best food comes from being open and inspired, and spending time in the world. So Carmy having fun could theoretically make him better at his job.)

Anyway, Carmy gives that spiel at Al-Anon. Then we get a brief interlude of Syd looking at articles about recent restaurant closings and being stressed.

And then we're immediately back with Syd and Carmy cooking together in his kitchen. She fucks up a dish again, and he suggests they stop cooking and do a palate reset.

Like... this all happens within the first five minutes of the ep. This man has been musing about how he needs to have more fun.... and then he suggests spending the day eating in the city with Syd..... ergo that's his definition of fun. This is literally him making an attempt at doing something for amusement or enjoyment!! He planned this!! I fully believe he had this idea even before Sydney fucked up the dish. This man said I need to have more fun and you know what would be fun? Spending the day with my business partner eating delicious food. So he sends her home with plans to meet in an hour.

And then. AND THEN. Claire calls. First of all when she asks if he's busy, he looks at the white board and the very first thing on the To Do list is "call fridge guy" so like. lmao. I love foreshadowing. And he literally is busy!!! Not with unpleasant tasks to do but with something FUN. Something fun that he planned FOR himself.

And what is it that Claire asks him to do? Is it something fun? No. She asks him to HELP HER MOVE her mom. Like, the least fun task in the history of anything, the thing that people historically HATE being asked to help with. And he doesn't look excited about it! He looks torn. He looks...weird idk. Like ohhhh it's actually so crazy that Carmy bails on a truly fun day with Sydney in order to do a manual labor favor for Claire.

This is so ripe for analysis you simply cannot tell me it doesn't mean anything.

Carmy thinks about how he needs more fun, plans a fun day for himself, and then, when someone he tried to avoid asks him to do a not fun favor, he says yeah, I'll do that instead.

#Almost like he feels a sense of obligation.#Almost like he's self sabotaging.#Almost like Claire's connection to his past to his family to Michael is... allowing his family to ruin something fun for him yet again.#idk I'm not completely married to that bit but the material is definitely there!!#anyway this is my first post-s2 sydcarmy analysis but certainly not the last!!#this show is nuts everything is so intentional and carefully crafted I'm having a field day #apologies if this post comes off like I'm yelling I kind of am bc I was so excited while writing it lol #the bear #the bear meta #sydcarmy #sydcarmy meta #the bear s2 #chefs kiss #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #sydney x carmy

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skylessnights · 10 months

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There’s more than one way to say it...

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#carmen x sydney #sydney x carmy #syd x carmy #carmen berzatto #sydney adamu #jeremy allen white #ayo edebiri #the bear fx #the bear hulu #the bear season 2 #the bear spoilers #thebearedtit #i know it's a little late for me to post this but i hope you like it :))

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carmyboobear · 2 months

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Speak your mind about sub Carmy 🎤

*taps mic*

HELLO thank you all for gathering here tonight. I’m here to talk about a topic that has gone wildly and widely undiscussed. and that is: SUBMISSIVE CARMY BERZATTO!!!!!! *uproarious applause*

Not all of us want to dominate men. That’s okay. But I hope by the end of this Ted Talk YOU TOO can see the beauty of a submissive man

ok do lock in because I have a lot to say. Also goes without saying but we’re gonna get nasty so 🔞

tags include: handjobs, edging, overstimulation, coming early, praise kink, sub carmy

Carmy carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. His head is racing at a million miles an hour. He’s so hard on himself all the time, pushing himself past his limits, often if not always for his detriment. Imagine how good it would feel for him to be able to turn that all off, to just relax for once.

He crumples under praise, folds immediately with soft affection. He’s eager to please and willing to follow orders. If anything, he WANTS to follow orders, and he wants to do it perfectly. He’d do anything you ask of him, endlessly sacrificial at heart, often for no greater good.

And okay look. Maybe I wanna make Carmy whimper and whine! Is that such a crime! He’s had so little sexual experience, and for someone to take the reins for him here… like I’m just imagining giving him a handjob and you’re edging him, telling him not to come yet, and he’s so turned on and worked up it hurts. (Also basically I saw this video of this dude getting edged and he whined “sorry” when he accidentally finished and it’s haunted me ever since. Sorry for all that)

“You’re doing so good for me, Carmy,” you’d say as you slowly pump his shaft. Your hand, covered in slick, glides fluidly up and down. His cock is rigid and flushed a deep red. You’ve been keeping him at the edge for a while now, stopping when you know he’s about to come.

He’s the prettiest like this, too. His pretty baby blues, half lidded eyes glossy with tears. His pink cheeks, flushed with heat and embarrassment. His bitten lips, parted and whining. His muscles tighten as he winds up, sweaty abs and pecs clenching. He’s a sight for sore eyes like this.

“Don’t come,” you remind him quietly, slowing the touch of your curled hand. He’s a whining mess, dribbling pre cum down his slit.

“I—I wanna come,” he whimpers, almost sobs. “Please, please—“

“I said you can’t come.” Your hand rests at his base, holding it tight. He throws his head back, chest heaving. “Be a good boy, Carmy. I thought you said you were going to be good.”

“S-Stop, I’m gonna—mm—!” Carmy’s body tightens, and he cries as he comes all over your hand. He’s so worked up he can’t stop himself, not when you keep talking to him like this. “Fffuck—Ohh—“

“Carmy,” you say disapprovingly.

“I’m s-sorry,” he whines pathetically, cum shooting excessively from his tip. You sigh in disapproval and start quickly tugging on his twitching cock again.

You drag him through the rest of his orgasm, keeping your fingers tight on his wet cock. He apologizes over and over as he’s coming, thrusting helplessly into your hand. You keep touching even when his cock goes soft and sensitive, and he lets out little pinched, wounded noises.

So…yeah. Submissive Carmy.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto smut #carmy smut #my asks #my blurbs #this has been sitting in my inbox for the past week and I’ve just been staring at it and looking at what I had written and like #IM BEING BRAVE IM JUST GONNA POST IT #anyway thank u olive for this ask and letting me speak my truth as always #my smut #sub carmy

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