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Aphrodisiacs [Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader]

aph·ro·dis·i·ac noun a food, drink, or drug that stimulates sexual desire.

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Secretly Recording [Eddie Munson x Reader]

non·​con·​sen·​su·​al adjective not agreed to by one or more of the people involved

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One Night Stand [Rhett Abbott x Reader]

wənˌnīt ˈstand noun a sexual relationship lasting only one night

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Virginity [Juice Ortiz x Reader]

vərˈjinədē noun the state of never having sexual intercourse

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The Chair [Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader]

You giggled softly as you noticed his embarrassment, “No need to be nervous.” You soothed as you sat next to him, “Mrs. Lockhart, would you like your usual?” The bartender flirted as he eyed you up and down. You nodded, “and whatever my friend here was drinking.” 

The bartender nodded as he glanced in Carmy's direction, jealousy written across his face. The expression just made Carmy feel more nervous and embarrassed as he slumped in his seat, wanting to melt into nothing. 

“So, you're nervous.” You playfully teased as you brought your martini glass to your glossy lips. Carmy was desperate to feel. He chuckled as he adjusted his jacket, “Yeah… is it obvious?”

You nodded, “Let's get to know each other a little bit, then we'll see how you're feeling, okay?” 

“Okay.” Carmy confirmed, “Uh, you work in finance, right?”

“I do. You're a chef. What's that like?” You asked, looking up at him through your thick eyelashes. Carmy sharply inhaled as he thought for a second, “Chaos? I'm not sure how to describe it… You go to a restaurant to get taken care of and uh- enjoy yourself, ya know. Ugh, cooking is just what I know how to do. Does that make sense?” He managed to get out without passing out. 

“Okay, I wouldn't have thought that. You've never done something like this before?” You laughed, taking another sip from your drink. 

“Nah- I've had sex before… that's definitely not what you're asking.” Carmy chuckled, realizing what you were leading to. You giggled, “You're far too handsome to be a virgin.” 

Carmy shook his head as he finished his drink, “How long have you and- Eric?” 

You shook your head, “Robert.” 

“Robert.” Carmy repeated, “How long have you guys been doing this?”

“Only a few times over the past couple of years. We usually wait until we're on vacation so we don't run into anyone, but we're looking for something a little more… lasting? We're in Chicago a lot.” You explained finishing your drink. “saw your profile and knew I wanted to... get to know you. Robert always says ‘happy wife, happy life’- he just walked in.” You said, nudging your chin in the direction of your husband, Robert. He was dressed in a dark suit, his neatly trimmed facial hair complemented his sparkling hazel eyes. He looked Carmy up and down before shooting you a wink and gesturing for the bartender. 

“Do you want to chat some more, or are you ready to go up to our suite?” You asked Carmy as your hand slipped under the bar to rest on his thigh. Carmy sharply inhaled at the sudden sensation, “Can we uh- chat for a little longer?” He asked nervously, tapping his foot against his chair. You nodded and pulled your hair over your shoulder as you glanced in Robert's direction. He looked at you hungrily, ready for the night's plans to unfold. You turned your attention back to Carmy, “Of course. What else do you want to know?”

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“If you get uncomfortable, we can stop… but you’re not gonna wanna stop.” Robert chuckled as he winked in Carmy’s direction. The two stood before a California king bed covered in an intricate blue and white bedding. Carmy hummed as he took in the room. It was a large room filled with rich, colored furniture and a quirky beach theme that Carmy couldn’t really figure out. As he took in the room, you exited the bathroom in a silk robe that accentuated your curves. “Ready?” you asked, catching the attention of both men. Carmy swallowed as he fidgeted with the pack of nicotine gum in his pocket.

Robert released a satisfied exhale as he nudged Carmy’s shoulder before moving to sit in the oversized leather chair in the corner of the room. Carmy nervously chuckled as you draped your arms around his neck, “Are you ready, Carmy?” You asked again, biting your lip suggestively as you longingly stared up at him with fluttering eyelashes. “Uh, yeah…” he trailed off as he pressed his clammy hands to your silk-covered hips. “No need to be nervous, Carmy, we’ll go at your pace. If you want to pause or if something feels off, we can and will stop.” You reassured, “Robbie is just here to watch, he won't be involved beyond that. If you feel uncomfortable with him being here, he'll step out of the room.”

Carmy nodded feeling slightly more reassured than before. He glanced in Robert's direction and noticed how nonchalantly he sipped his glass of whiskey. If the roles had been reversed- Carmy shook the thought. He'd never want to watch his wife have sex with another man, so why was he doing this? If the hypothetical idea of this occurring in his marriage gave him such a visceral reaction, why was he even here? His head was spinning with worry and anxiety as you tip toed to press your lips to his; the soft pillowiness finally distracted him from the hypotheticals running through his head. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your body pressed to his, Carmy felt his inhibitions wither away. 

Albeit cautiously, Carmy put his hands on your hips as he intensified the kiss. His tongue pushing into your mouth as the brush of silk beneath his fingers increased his desire to touch what was underneath. You melted into Carmy as his hand began massaging your hips, your hands fell from around his neck down his chest. As you delicately began undoing the buttons of his shirt you felt the bulge in Carmy’s pants press against you. He silently lead you to the oceanesque bed of the hotel room. As your back hit the mattress, Carmy's lips separated from yours and he began to kiss along your jaw toward your neck, as he gently bit at the delicate skin along your neck your hips bucked up desperate to have any kind of friction extinguish the fire between your legs. Your head fell to the side and you made eye contact with Robert. He sat with his legs spread and his forearms resting on his thighs, he was leaned forward intently watching Carmy pleasure you. You winked in his direction before returning your attention to Carmy. 

“Fuck…” Carmy muttered as he got your bathrobe undone. Your body was fully exposed beneath him and he watching nothing more than to ravish you, in that moment he'd finally forgotten about your husband watching from the corner. “you know you can touch me.” You teased as you bite your lip staring up at Carmy. He chuckled and ran his fingers down your stomach, “just wanna look at you for a minute…”

Your breathe hitched as Carmy's fingers danced across your skin, every nerve ending lit as he'd finally made his way to your legs. As he hooked his arms around your thighs he pulled you to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees and marveled at the glistening slit between your legs, you gasped as he pressed a soft kiss to your clit. Carmy smirked against you as began kitten licking the sensitive nub. 

“Carmy….” you whined as you attempted to move against his mouth. Carmy's grip on your thighs tightened the more you squirmed. He wanted you to beg for him. “Got a taste, now you're hooked…” Robert chuckled from the corner as he took a sip from his glass. He licked his lips when he saw the pleasure-contorted expression plastered on your face, his free hand smoothed over the growing erection in his pants.

Carmy hummed at the comment and pulled away from your core, “You can tell him to shut up.” You commented as you looked at Carmy through heavy, lidded eyes. He chuckled at your reaction and pushed his index and middle fingers into your weeping hole without warning. A moan erupted from your chest as his thick calloused fingers slowly pumped in and out, slowly stretching your pussy in preparation for his cock. “You can also shut up, love.” Robert chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, “Just let Carmen use you like the filthy whore you are, baby.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at Robert’s comment, but before you could respond, you felt Carmy's thumb rub your clit as his fingers curled against your G-spot. “Fuck!” You moaned loudly as your body fused to the mattress, pleasure overcoming any other thought you may have had. The reaction made Carmy's fingers work more purposefully. He needed you to come before he did anything else. He worked your pussy, cooing at the heavenly noises erupting from your throat. 

“I need your cock, Carmy.” You groaned as you arched your back in anticipation. Carmy hummed as he quickly undid his belt, “Be a good girl, say please.” Robert commanded from the corner. Carmy’s gaze met Robert’s; the two only shared the glance before Carmy’s eyes flickered to your needy face. “Please, Carmy?” you whimpered. 

He was an older man, he’d been around the block his fair share, and you’d managed to get his contact info after becoming a regular at the bakery across the street from the dispensary he frequented. You ensured to park by his Harley, you dressed like the ‘crow eaters’ you’d see hanging on the back of Son’s bikes, also made sure you looked your best… and it had finally paid off. 

One summer afternoon, your car just wouldn’t start. Juice had happened to exit the dispensary to hear the loud hissing whirl of your engine not turning over. He casually watched as you got out of your car; your minimal clothing accentuated your curves. He checked his watch before sauntering over to you. You’d popped the hood and stood above the engine, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. Juice got to be a hero and fix your spark plug (you totally hadn’t pulled at while he was inside). As you leaned back against the hood of our car, making sure your cleavage was prominently displayed, with a subtle smirk, Juice gave you his personal number just in case you had more car trouble.

After weeks of suggestive messages, your parents had left for their trip, and you’d left your window unlocked.

“Hey there, gorgeous…” Juice grunted as he came through that evening. Tonight was the night you were losing your virginity to the biker of your dreams. You bite your lip as he closes the distance between you two. He stood before you in a tight black shirt, dark jeans, boots, and, of course, his leather kutte, adorned with his patches. Your insides twisted in anticipation as his large calloused hands slipped under your oversized t-shirt, pulling you against his hips, revealing his own growing anticipation for this moment. You placed your hands on his shoulders and looked up at him through your thick lashes, “Hi Daddy…” you teased.

Juice licked his lips as he shook his head, “I’m old enough to be your Dad, aren’t I?” he chuckled. “Is that a problem?” you blinked as your fingers ran down his chest. Juice shook his head as he responded.

“No problem at all, angel. I’m just not like those little boys you go to school with. You sure you wanna fuck a real man? You’ll never be able to go back after I fill this pussy…” he trailed off as his hand moved to the gusset of your delicate lace panties. “I like it a little rough…” he muttered as he leaned down, his lips mere millimeters from yours.

“I’m a virgin… never wanted any of those boys to touch me the way I want you to…” you responded. 

 As Rhett made his way to your table, a group of men beat him. He paused and watched the other women at your table pair off. You shook your head at a man who’d stuck his hand out to you. He watched the man insist before another woman at the table eagerly got up and walked off with him. As the pair walked past Rhett, he heard the woman say something along the lines of ‘she’s a prude,’ but he couldn’t quite hear the comment. 

You sighed as you watched your friends move to the dance floor with the men who had come up to your table. It was like any other ‘girls night out’, the group would go to dinner and a bar, where it would inevitably turn into your friends getting paired off while you sat at the table watching everyone’s bags. There were no men in Wabang that you found particularly appealing, maybe a cowboy here or there, but the good ones were usually taken. As you fidgeted with a napkin, you heard someone clear their throat. 

“Hey there” Rhett greeted with a crooked smile, he was entranced by your eyes. They were even prettier up close, you were caught off guard by his greeting and swallowed lightly as a flush came over your cheeks. “Hi.” you greeted meekly, the hesitation in your greeting made Rhett chuckle before gesturing to the free seat beside you, “May I?” 

You nodded and scooted over to make more room for him to sit beside you, “So why’s such a pretty girl sittin’ here all by herself?” Rhett flirted as he put an arm across the back of the booth around your shoulders. His question and his gesture only made you more flustered and the flush his greeting had left you with turned to a more intense blush. Before you could respond, a woman in a short black skirt and cowboy boots came stomping toward your table, “Y/N com’on were leaving.” she slurred as she gestured for you to follow her.

“I’m gonna stay… I’ll Uber back and I’ll meet up with you guys for brunch tomorrow.” you suggested, your friend pouted but before she could say anything Rhett interjected. “I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” he grinned in her direction. She shot you a knowing look before, you shot her a similar one before she giggled something about using protection before running off.

“Sorry about her…” you trailed off tucking your hair behind your ear. Rhett shrugged the encounter off before reaching out to turn your chin to face him, in a smooth motion he moved to press his chapped lips to yours. He relished in the full glossy feeling of your lips against his. The motion caught you by surprise and as it settled to submission Rhett pulled you closer to him on the bench. You put a hand to his cheek, as you deepened the kiss the hand that had been on your chin shifted to your waist. 

“Wanna go somewhere a bit more… private?” you whispered against Rhett’s lips. Your question was met with a chuckle, “I’m parked out back…” he trailed off as he gently pulled you to the edge of the bench. You followed his lead with a giggle and intertwined your fingers with his as he pulled you toward the back exit.

“You sure you want this?” Rhett murmured against your lips as he pressed you against the hood of his truck. You sheepishly nodded as you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. Rhett’s hands moved under your dress as he pressed himself between your thighs; the only barrier between the two of you was his worn jeans and nylon tights. “You’re in for a hell of a ride, darlin’...” Rhett growled as his fingers found the gusset of your tights. In a swift movement, he ripped the material and pushed his erection against the growing wet spot on your panties. 

He couldn’t delete it. He never meant to record the two of you again; what had started as an accident had turned into a dirty secret. He had videos fucking you like the filthy whore you wanted to be, videos of the two of you making love- slow, passionate, sweet… the sounds of your breathy moans and high-pitched squeals were branded in his memory, but having the video evidence of it… It was enough for him to bust in his pants.

The most recent video was of him going down on you. Your whines were the product of Eddie teasing your ass as he softly sucked your clit. “Fuck…” Eddie groaned as he watched our back arch. As wrong as it was to record you without your consent, Eddie couldn’t stop. Nothing compared to this.

His orgasm was approaching when his bedroom door swung open, “Hey Eds, Garret let me in!” you cheerfully greeted, dropping your bag on the floor. Eddie gasped, his free hand going to close the video, attempting to keep his secret unknown. “Oh! Sorry, I should’ve…” You started as Eddie scrambled to pull his sweatpants over his hips. “Were you jacking off?” You bit your lip as your eyes went to the tent in his sweatpants. 

“Uh, yeah…” Eddie grunted as his gaze went back to his computer, making sure he had closed the video. “What were you watching?” you teased as you walked toward his bed. “Just some porno…” he awkwardly trailed off as he pressed the sleep button on his keyboard. “Show me,” you giggled as you made yourself comfortable.

“Baby, we don’t have to get into all that…” Eddie trailed off as he stood up from his desk. You pouted at his answer and playfully crossed your arms over your chest, feigning annoyance. “I’d rather just be with you,” he said, lying next to you, allowing his hands to run along your side before moving around your hip to your ass. 

As Carmy walked down the hall toward your shared apartment, he head a crash. He picked up his pace and shoved his key in the lock, clumsily opening the door. “Angel, you okay?” he quickly spoke as he dropped his backpack on the floor. 

“Yeah, I just dropped a baking sheet on the floor,” you grumbled as you began sweeping the floor. Carmy looked around the kitchen, noticing the disarray of pans and spices across the counter, “Were you cooking?” he asked with a raised eyebrow as he began removing his jacket. You didn’t typically cook, so walking into this after his shift was surprising. “What were you making?” Carmy wondered aloud as he noticed the specific spices on the counter; they were things you’d never use.

“A bunch of my students were asking about aphrodisiacs in class this afternoon, and it made me want that roasted garlic asparagus thing you made last Easter,” you explained as you finished sweeping the floor.

“How’d that come to mind?” Carmy genuinely asked as he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. You sighed before beginning to explain, “Garlic has allicin, which increases blood flow. Asparagus is both phallic-shaped and rich in vitamin E and potassium, which have a similar effect to garlic... I also ended up getting those Dubai chocolate-covered strawberries from the school’s farmer’s market because it’s a triple threat aphrodisiac- pistachios have arginine, chocolate has phenylethylamine, and strawberries are rich in antioxidants and zinc, so they would assist in increasing blood flow and testosterone production,” you explained. Carmy pretended to follow the science, but what truly captivated him was the spark in your eyes as you spoke. “I’m yapping, aren’t I?” you laughed, noticing how he looked at you from the counter. 

Carmy shook his head as he pushed himself away from the counter, closing the distance between the two of you. His hands grasped your hips, applying a light pressure as he looked into your eyes, pulling your hips against him. “Is this your way of using science to seduce me?” 

His question made you blush, “No, I did genuinely want that roasted asparagus, and I thought chocolate-covered strawberries would be a yummy surprise… like I tell my students sometimes science is just a way to explain reasoning…” 

Carmy chuckled at your response, “I love everything about you, but your mind…” he trailed off as he rubbed his thumbs against your skin, “How about you go change into something more comfortable, I’ll order some Chinese food and open a bottle of wine, then we can watch another one of those cheesy Halloween movies?” 

His offer was enticing, “That sounds perfect, Carm…” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Angel, you have no idea what you do to me… don’t need aphrodisiacs to get me hot for you…” He muttered as he kissed your jaw.