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I haven’t watched The Pitt yet, but my TikTok is filled with so many edits. I’m lowkey becoming obsessed with Jack Abbott. Should I watch this and write some oneshots? Decisions, decisions…
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you guys are gonna have to tell me what this means 😭 if I laugh at something someone says to him, he immediately looks at me and starts laughing before responding 😭😭 am I delusional?
you guys are gonna have to tell me what this means 😭 if I laugh at something someone says to him, he immediately looks at me and starts laughing before responding 😭😭 am I delusional?
summary: carmy helps you with your stress in the middle of service.
warnings: fluff, swearing, smut, mdni!
words: 1k
a/n: thank you for the idea anon! hope this is okay, hope everyone enjoys this one and lmk if you would like to request anything! xx
You were so frustrated, tonight had been stressful, between Carmen yelling and the dickhead customers, you were just about to lose it. As you walk back up to the pass to grab another plate, Syd glances over at you as she plates a beautiful looking fillet of salmon.
“You okay?”
You let out a laugh with no humour as you push your hair off your sweaty forehead, “just peachy, girlie,” you thank her as she passes you a container of water. It was warm and kind of gross but you still drank it like you hadn’t had anything in days.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Richie nudges your shoulder, “table seven needs you.”
You sigh, “see ya,” you mumble to Syd as you walk over to the table.
You recognise the customer, he’d been in here a few times, you weren’t sure what his occupation was but he was stinking rich and somehow there was always an issue, but he kept coming back. He looks furious as he pushes the steak towards you.
“This isn’t cooked enough.”
Carmy was in charge of the meat tonight so you knew it was perfect, plus you’d seen enough episodes of Hell’s Kitchen to know when steak was cooked or not. But, you humoured him and inspected the steak.
“You asked for a rare steak. Sir, that is a perfectly cooked rare steak.”
This only served to enrage the customer further and he flung the plate off the table, making you jump and he stood up, pointing a finger at you. Before he could go off on you, Carmy was at your side, standing slightly in front of you.
“What’s the issue?” his voice was tight like he was trying not to lose it.
“According to this bitch, the steak is perfectly cooked.”
Carmy didn’t look at you as he picked up the ruined dish and looked down at it, jaw clenching, “get out of my restaurant.”
“What?”
“I said,” Carmy started, his voice shaky and quiet, “get out of my fucking restaurant. You can’t come in here, insult my staff and throw things around like a fucking child. So, get out and don’t come back.”
The customer gets up at the look on Carmy’s face, mumbling curse words beneath his breath as he stormed out. Carmy took your hand and led you into the office, shutting the door behind him.
“I’m sorry, today’s just been a really rough day.”
“Hey, hey,” he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, “I ain’t mad, mama.”
You relax, wrapping your arms around his middle, burying your head in his chest, “that guy always spends a fortune in here, what if he posts a bad review?”
“So what if he does? I won’t have anyone speaking to you like that,” he pulled back slightly to press a kiss to your lips.
“I should get back to work.”
“Absolutely fucking not, take a break baby. You’re too tense, let me help you relax.”
Heat pools between your legs and across your cheeks as his blue eyes watch you, waiting for your consent.
“But, it’s the middle of service.”
“So?”
You laugh at his reply, a break did sound good right about now, “yeah, okay.”
With a grin, he sits you on his desk, spreading your legs so he can stand between them, “sorry, baby girl. I don’t have time to give you the whole thing, I’ll make it up to you later,” he promises as he unbuttons your shirt.
You giggle, fingers tangling in his hair, “well, I probably won’t last very long anyway.”
“Why’s that?” he mumbles against your skin as he kisses the valley between your breasts.
“I’m ovulating.”
His eyebrows shoot up and the corner of his mouth lifted up into a smirk, “yeah baby?” he purrs as he opens your shirt and pulls your bra down, callused fingers rolling your nipples until they harden, sending a jolt of arousal through you, “that why you’re so frustrated? She need me, huh?” he pulls up your skirt, pressing his thumb against the wet spot forming on the front of your panties, rubbing in slow large circles. His lips close around your nipple, making you moan as you hold his head in place.
“For someone who is so short on time, you sure are doing a lot of teasing,” you whine.
Carmy chuckles against your chest, his laugh vibrating through your body, “you’re right, my bad baby,” he pulls your panties down, cursing beneath his breath as he sees your arousal glistening, “such a perfect little thing.”
He coats two fingers in your arousal before opening your legs a little wider as his fingers slide in easily. You moan, gripping his wrist as he slowly fucks his fingers in and out of you.
“Shit, look at her swallowing my fingers, baby,” his dirty words cause your insides to clench around his fingers, “woah, baby. Easy, easy,” he coos, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit.
His eyes darted from where his fingers were disappearing into you, to your face. He pressed a kiss to your lips as he increased his pace, hitting that one spot that made you see stars.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” he mumbles.
“Carmy,” you whine, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.
At your helpless moan, Carmy got to his knees and replaced his thumb with his tongue. Your fingers fly to his hair as you arch off his desk, his fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as his tongue plays with your clit before he sucks at it softly.
You cry out his name, desperately tugging at his hair as your thighs clamp around his ears and you cum against his mouth and fingers. Carmy works you through it, pressing one last wet kiss to your centre before he pulls your underwear back up and helps you straighten out.
“Back to work baby,” he teases as he presses a kiss to your mouth, smacking your ass playfully.
ahh so happy youre writing again what about carmy fingering waitress reader in the office at the restaurant in between service whispering your ear a bunch of praise he’s so hot
hiiiiiii! yeahhhh I really wanted to write something for him, omgggg yessss! I love this idea, he is so sexy 🥵🫶
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Summary: a strange chain of events begins when you run into your ex a second time
Word count: 4k+
Tags: established relationship (Carmy x reader), porn with plot, threesome, Dom!Carmy, switch/sub!Dennis, Carmy is a perv, blow job (m receiving), p n v sex, making out, frotting, nipple sucking, dirty talk, Eiffel Tower position, spit swallowing, degradation, cowgirl, missionary, unsafe sex (don’t do this irl!), hair pulling (reader. But no description/hair type is given),
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a/n: MY FIRST FIC OF THE SUMMER YAYA and the long awaited pt2!!! I’m so glad you all enjoyed Whitzatto so much, I really only expected a few people to be into it, thanks for the love <3
The grocery store is calm in that slow, late-evening kind of way.
You’re pushing the cart while Carmy holds two jars of tomato sauce, studying the labels like it’s some sort of test .
You’re watching him compare two jars that look identical in your eyes.
Then he compare them again.
“You’re being obsessive.”
Carmy doesn’t look up.
“I’m cooking dinner.”
“Yeah, for two people.”
“Still cooking.”
You sigh dramatically.
“Carmen, we’ve been standing here for ten minutes.”
He lifts one jar.
“This one’s sweeter.”
“And you know that just by looking at it?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s insane.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It absolutely is.”
Carmy ignores you and reaches a different jar.
You glance into the cart.
“There are like three different kinds of cheese in here.”
“That’s normal.”
“That’s psychotic.”
“It’s dinner.”
You stare at him.
He just places the approved jar of sauce into the cart and starts walking away. You follow behind, looking down at your phone as you push the cart.
A few seconds later you nearly ram it into him. You stop short.
“Carm what the—”
Carmys frozen in the middle of the aisle.
“…Huh.”
At the end of the aisle, Dennis is examining a jar of olives.
He’s wearing jeans and a light jacket instead of hospital scrubs. His hair is a bit messy, like he’s been running a hand through it all day, the same way Carmy does when he’s stressed .
He looks different outside the hospital.
Softer somehow.
More relaxed.
A second later he looks up, noticing the two of you.
“Oh–hey.”
You smile politely.
“Hi, Den.”
“Hey, Doc.”
Dennis laughs awkwardly. “You can just call me Dennis.”His eyes flicker down to Carmy’s hand.
“How’s the burn?”
“Fine.”
Dennis nods. “Looks like it’s healing clean.”
“Yeah.”
A brief silence settles.
Then Carmy scratches the back of his neck.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
Carmy shifts his weight.
“About the hospital.”
Dennis blinks.
“What about it?”
You immediately glance at Carmy.
This should be interesting.
Carmy exhales through his nose. “I was kind of an asshole.”
Your head snaps toward him so fast it almost hurts.
Dennis looks equally surprised.
“What?”
Carmy shrugs.
“You were doing your job. I was in pain, pissed off, tired. Didn’t exactly make the best patient.”
Dennis laughs.
“Honestly, you were better than most patients that come in.”
“Still.”
Carmy’s expression doesn’t change.
“Shouldn’t have been such a dick.”
“You really weren’t.”
“I was.”
Dennis opens his mouth to argue.
Carmy cuts him off.
“Look.”He gestures vaguely. “Since you’re an old friend of hers…”
“…let me make it up to you.”
Dennis frowns slightly.
“Oh, uh…you don’t have to do that.”
“I’m a chef.”
Carmy says it like it’s a real explanation.
“It’s what I do.”
Dennis studies him for a second.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
A beat passes.
Then Carmy adds casually—
“Come over for dinner tomorrow.”
Your stomach drops. But not necessarily in a bad way.
Carmen actually apologizing is rare in the first place, let alone him actively attempting to invite someone over and socialize.
Dennis looks surprised.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Bring your girlfriend or something.”
Heat rushes straight into your face.
That conversation you had that night, after seeing him at the hospital immediately floods into your mind.
Is Carmen really testing the waters to see if there’s a chance of fucking him?
Dennis rubs the back of his neck.
“Uh…”He laughs awkwardly.
“I actually don’t have a girlfriend.”
Carmy nods once.
“Ok.”
A pause.
Dennis smiles, not knowing what he should really do.
“Uh, but yeah. That actually sounds really nice...”
Something flickers across Carmy’s face.
Tiny.
Almost impossible to catch.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Dennis shrugs.
“I’d like that.”
“Cool.”Carmy nods.
You don’t look at Carmy. Because you know that look, you’ve seen it before.
The one he gets when his brain’s going so fast, that he’s already ten steps ahead of everyone else.
Dennis clears his throat.
“What should I bring?”
“Nothing.”he answers way too quickly
“Just show up.”
Dennis laughs.
“Feels wrong showing up empty-handed.”
“Wine then.”
“Okay.”
Dennis glances between the two of you.
“…You sure this isn’t weird?”
Carmy leans casually against the cart.
“Nah.”
Then he looks at you. “You okay with it?”
Your eyes narrow.
You know exactly what he’s doing. But Dennis is standing right there, so you force a smile.
“Yeah.”
You clear your throat, trying to sound casual.
“Of course.”
Dennis visibly relaxes.
“Alright then, so tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
The two of them exchange numbers.
A minute later Dennis takes a step backward.
“See you guys tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
You wave.
“Bye, Dennis.”
Then he’s gone.
Disappearing toward another section of the store.
The second he’s out of sight, you turn towards Carmy.
He’s already looking at you. That same quiet, but calculated expression behind his eyes.
“You never said you wanted to invite him over!”
Carmy starts walking again.
“You didn’t say no.”
“Well, you didn’t really give me a chance.” You scoff
“You looked fine with it.”
“Carmy.”
“Relax.”
You hurry after him.
“You invited him to dinner.”
“Yeah.”
“I know what you’re thinking of”
“Yeah? Probably because you’re thinking about it too”
You stop walking.
He keeps going.
Carmy glances over his shoulder, not bothering to stop.
A tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
Small.
Dangerous.
Then he returns to his process of comparing items that are virtually identical with each other.
And all you can do is try very, very hard not to think about what could happen tomorrow night.
The apartment smells ridiculously good. Butter, garlic, herbs. How it usually does whenever Carmy decides to make a nice especially nice meal for dinner .
It’s warm. Comfortable. Domestic even.
And you hate it.
Because Carmy’s being weird about it.
When he’s pissed he snaps, when he’s stressed he paces around like an animal in a cage, when he’s jealous he gets all quiet and rough around the edges.
Tonight?
He’s Relaxed.
It’s suspicious as hell.
You sit at the kitchen island, scrolling through your phone while also side eyeing him.
Carmy catches you staring.
“What?”
“Nothing...”
“You’re lookin’ at me weird.”
“You’re acting weird.”
He lets out an amused huff before just going back to work on the food.
The knock at the door makes your heart practically thump out of your chest, but Carmy doesn’t even look up.
“You wanna get that?”
You head for the door, mentally prepping yourself to let him in.
Because this is stupid.
This whole situation is stupid.
You open the door to see Dennis standing there holding a bottle of wine.
“Hey.” He’s smiling, but still looks incredibly nervous.
Honestly, you’d be nervous too.
You are nervous.
“Hi.”
He lifts the bottle.
“I brought wine.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I know. It felt weird showing up empty-handed.” He shrugs as he walks in.
Behind you, Carmy finally turns around from the stove.
“Hey.”
Dennis looks over.
“Hey.”
There’s a second where they just kinda look at each other.
Not hostile.
But not exactly friendly either.
Carmy wipes his hands on a towel and walks over.
“Thanks for coming.”
He takes the bottle of wine from Dennis
“And for this.”
“It’s nothing fancy.”
Carmy glances at the label. “It’s fine.”
The relief on Dennis’s face is immediate.
“Sit down.” Carmy says, but it feels more like a command. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
Dennis sits.
You sit across from him.
And Carmy goes back to cooking.
For a bit it’s just the sounds of cooking.
Then Dennis clears his throat.
“So…”
Carmy glances over his shoulder.
“So?”
“You’re a chef?”
“Yeah.”
“Like… professionally?”
“Yeah.”
Dennis nods slowly.
“That’s impressive.”
Carmy shrugs.
“I cook.”
That makes both of you chuckle.
“That’s a very modest way to describe it” you scoff.
A few minutes later he starts plating dinner. Watching him plate food is always ridiculous, every movement is so precise and everything looks perfect.
When he sets Dennis’s plate down, Dennis just stares at it in awe for a second. “…Jesus.”
“Try it.”
Dennis picks up his fork.
You can practically see him trying not to think about how weird this whole situation is.
Being in the apartment of a girl he slept with in college, eating dinner made by her boyfriend, seated across the table from said boyfriend.
He takes a bite.
His eyes immediately widen.
“Jesus.”
“Good?”
Dennis points at the plate. “This-this is insane.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
The tiniest smile appears on Carmy’s face.
The tension eases.
Not completely.
But that’s what the wines for.
Carmy opens the bottle Dennis brought and pours everyone a glass.
The conversation starts flowing easier after that.
Dennis talks about the hospital, long shifts, crazy patients that still surprise him somehow.
Carmy talks about the restaurant, kitchen disasters, food critics rom hell. But he keeps out the part about working yourself to death just to feel useful.
You help keep the conversation moving, filling in gaps whenever things start getting awkward again.
Because there’s still some tension.
Dennis is careful.
Too careful.
Especially with his gaze. He never lets his eyes stay on you for long, and of course Carmy notices.
Carmy notices everything.
Halfway through dinner Carmy leans back in his chair.
“So…”
Dennis looks up from the seconds that he’s drooling over“Yeah?”
“You two were close in college?”
Oh my god.
Dennis glances at you before looking back at Carmy. “We were friends.”
Carmy nods. “Right.”
The table goes quiet, and suddenly all that tension from earlier comes flooding right back.
“It was a long time ago” Dennis adds quietly.
“Yeah.”
Carmy takes a sip of wine.
“She told me.”
You resist the overwhelming urge to kick him under the table.
“Broken Bow seems like a small town,” Carmy goes on.
Dennis nods.
“It is.”
“Everyone know everyone kind of town?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Carmy studies him for a second.
Then he takes another sip of wine, and just lets the topic go.
Dennis relaxes.
He actually laughs at one of Carmy’s dry comments.
Carmy keeps small talking more than you’d ever expect him to.
By the time dinner’s over the atmosphere has completely shifted.
Not normal.
Definitely not normal.
But easier.
And against all odds, dinner is actually going well.
Which only makes you more terrified of whatever the hell Carmys planning.
After dinner, Carmy makes quick work of clearing the table. Within minutes the dishes are stacked neatly in the sink and the wine glasses are moved to the coffee table.
“Sit.” Carmy says, nodding towards the couch.
Again sounding more like a command.
You sit down with and Dennis settles beside you, leaving an appropriate gap between the two of you.
Carmy sits on the other side of you.
The wine has definitely warmed everything, not enough to make anyone drunk, but just enough to soften the mood a bit.
Conversation comes extremely easy now.
Dennis laughs more now, the sound warm and a little shy. For the first time all night he doesn’t look like he’s waiting to be kicked out.
At one point, he shakes his head.
“I still can’t believe I ran into you in the ER.”
“Yeah.” You smile softly.
“Small world.” Carmy adds.
Dennis takes another sip of wine.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you invited me over.”
Carmy leans back against the couch, one arm draped over the back of it.
“Why?”
Dennis shrugs.
“I figured you didn’t like me very much.”
You glance at Carmy. A faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“Was I that obvious?”
“A little…” Dennis admits with an awkward laugh.
Carmy hums.
Silence settles over the room for a moment, but it’s a different kind of silence now.
Not awkward.
But definitely heavy.
Mostly because carmys hands are not being subtle.
One arms wraps around your waist, pulling you back against him chest. His other hand settles on your thigh, fingers tracing circles over your skin.
Every movement of his is deliberate.
And every so often, he stares at Dennis while he does it.
Eventually Dennis shifts in his seat. “I should probably get going soon.”
Carmy raises an eyebrow.
“Why?”
“I dunno it just…” Dennis gestures vaguely between the two of you. “Feels like I’ve taken up enough of your guys time already.”
“We’re fine” Carmy says.
Dennis hesitates. “It just kinda…feels like I’m intruding?”
“You’re not.”
The certainty in Carmy’s voice only serves to make Dennis more uncertain. Dennis looks between the two of you, trying to figure out what exactly is happening.
“Look, man” carmy finally says blankly. “We like you.”
Dennis blinks.
“You what?”
“You’re interesting.”
Dennis lets out a nervous laugh.
“That’s not really an explanation.”
“No?”
“No…i don’t–what exactly are you saying?”
Carmy glances at you before looking back at Dennis.
“I’m saying” he replies casually “that we want you ti stick around for a bit. Join us tonight.”
Dennis stares for a second.
Then another.
“Oh. You’re serious?”
“Yeah.” Carmy says.
Dennis rubs the back of his neck“I just uh… didn’t expect any of this.”
Dennis looks at you.
“Are you…okay with this?”
You can feel your heart practically beating against your chest.
“Yeah.” you say quietly.
Then he looks at Carmy.
“And you?”
“I invited you, didn’t I?”
Dennis laughs under his breath.
“Fair.”
The tension in the room shifts again.
Less uncertainty now.
More curiosity.
More possibility.
No one seems quite sure what comes next, but nobody is reaching for the door anymore.
“Relax.” Carmy says.
“I’m trying.”
“You look like you’re about to take an exam.”
That finally earns a genuine laugh from Dennis.
“I’ve never been in a situation like this before.”
“First time for everything.”
Dennis shakes his head, smiling despite himself.
“You’re really sure this is okay?” he asks quietly,
Carmy answers before you can.
“Yeah.”
His hand gives your thigh a firm squeeze, casual and confident.
You turn toward Dennis. He still looks shy, but he hasn’t tried to leave. He hasn’t pulled away.
That means something.
You rest your hand lightly on his arm.
He tenses for half a second before relaxing beneath your touch.
“Are you okay with this?” you ask softly.
“Yeah.” Dennis nods frantically.
Your fingers move along his arm before moving on his shoulder.
Your hand slides from his shoulder to the his chest, resting lightly there.
He inhales sharply.
“Sorry, too much?” you murmur.
Dennis shakes his head.
“No, it’s just…” A nervous laugh escapes him. “I’m just trying to keep up.”
Behind you, Carmen lets out a quiet chuckle.
“You’re doing fine.”
The reassurance seems to help as some of the stiffness leaves Dennis’s posture.
“You can touch me too if you want.” you say softly, as if you're talking to a skidish animal.
Dennis blinks.
“I can?”
A faint smile tugs at Carmen’s mouth.
“Yeah.” he says. “You can.”
Dennis hesitates.
His hand hovers awkwardly between you two for a few seconds before coming to rest against your leg.
He’s still hesitant, as if it’s some sort of trap.
Carmy notices.
“There you go.” he murmurs .
Some of the uncertainty leaves Dennis’s body.
The room feels smaller now.
Closer.
The shyness remains, but it no longer looks like hesitation.
It looks like curiosity.
Like he’s finally allowing himself to be present in the moment.
Carmy notices that too.
A faint smile appears on his face.
And for the first time all evening, nobody seems eager to leave.
Continued
I reached the max word block limit so I had to split last part on another post!
you guys are gonna have to tell me what this means 😭 if I laugh at something someone says to him, he immediately looks at me and starts laughing before responding 😭😭 am I delusional?
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you guys are gonna have to tell me what this means 😭 if I laugh at something someone says to him, he immediately looks at me and starts laughing before responding 😭😭 am I delusional?
It’s ok unc, you have young oomfs on tumblr to help u out 
I do something similar to my friends bc I just like to see other people’s reactions (on a more in depth level it’s bc i (or someone else who does this) value that person thoughts/opinions)
So it could be that, but that’s just my hypothesis (Jay would have gone into psychology if not for certain reasons👀)
you guys are gonna have to tell me what this means 😭 if I laugh at something someone says to him, he immediately looks at me and starts laughing before responding 😭😭 am I delusional?
It’s ok unc, you have young oomfs on tumblr to help u out 
I do something similar to my friends bc I just like to see other people’s reactions (on a more in depth level it’s bc i (or someone else who does this) value that person thoughts/opinions)
So it could be that, but that’s just my hypothesis (Jay would have gone into psychology if not for certain reasons👀)
