#YES CHEF!

[anderwater]

Still thinking chaos menu? yeah, chaos menu but thoughtful. THE BEAR | Season 2 Trailer

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Sorry, you were saying? Adam Who? 💅

Looks like Syd signed the fucking agreement, stayed, dumped Shapiro over the phone and was invited to a family event. Sorry your projection had absofuckinglutely nothing to do with what Syd ended up doing canonically. Maybe next time? 💋

Pics by @emziess and @trendfilmsetter

[lustkillers]

Tyler smut, pls? It can be drabble, hc's or an one shot, Anything! I'm starving for him

Love your blog 💞

I NEED A DICK AND CONVERSATION, CAN YOU COVER ME?

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - desperate times call for desperate measures.

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ nsfw freak shit! dom!tyler, sub!reader, waitress!reader, unprotected sex, rough-? sex, public sex, work sex, creampie, wall sex, throat fucking, overstimulation ?? & (slight?) biting, & hair pulling!! ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - tyler x fem!reader

⊹₊ ⋆ note - i'm literally crying and screaming for him thank u for the request!! 🙁 i need more tyler requests before i explode. this is sort of short IM SO SORRY...

THE restaurant was booming with business, and orders were coming simultaneously. What that eventually meant was that you and Tyler wouldn't be flirting every now and then, and instead you were both in the kitchen, making things come and go.

Tyler's voice roared through out the kitchen as he constantly rang bells, yelled orders, and asked for help in different directions. Your job was to hand food to the hungry customers, and between the heat from the kitchen and Tyler's throat-shrieking orders, you were beginning to feel hot.

The kitchen was steaming from the heat of the stoves, and everytime you came in there, it felt like you entered the gates of hell. You were sweating profusely, but you had to keep going. Your only choice to "cool down" was to unbutton the first couple of buttons of your shirt.

It gave somewhat of a relief, the cool air coming in between your chest. As you went back and forth to retrieve orders, Tyler noticed your undone buttons in one of his glances, and you could see his expression changing into something... different as he stared at you.

You felt his eyes on you as you worked, and sometimes when he thought no one was looking, his eyes would linger on your chest for a few seconds. You weren't sure how to interpret it though; did he like it or was he judging you?

The sexual tension in the air was palpable and it made you uncomfortable, yet somewhat excited at the same time. You started to feel a bit bolder, so when Tyler would deliver orders or ask for help around the kitchen, you'd stand a little closer than usual and try to make eye contact with him.

You would think he wouldn't notice, but oh boy, he did. His gaze on you was intense and almost felt like he was undressing you with his eyes. You could see a slight smirk tugging the corner of his lips every time you two would lock eyes, as if he knew exactly what your game was. He seemed to enjoy this little dance between the two of you, and everytime his eyes averted to your breasts, his pants felt tighter.

The door at the back of the kitchen leading outside had opened, a bright light from the sky leaking through the now open door. A gust of wind blew in, cooling the warm atmosphere slightly. It was Tyler's break, and he didn't waste any time making a move towards that door.

Before he left, he shot a wink at you, signalling he wanted you to follow him.

Your other co-worker had also been scheduled to share the same break as Tyler, and you couldn't shake off that feeling that he left you with. Your break had been scheduled for later, but you needed this. You needed him.

Before your co-worker could leave the door, you stopped them. You told them that you were swapping shifts - that you would take their break - and with a quick nod and groan, they obliged.

Once outside, Tyler pulled you close and cupped your face with both hands. He leaned in closer, looking into your eyes intently before pressing his lips against yours. His kiss was feral yet passionate, like he was trying to devour you. As his tongue slid between your lips, you felt a sudden wave of heat course through your body.

Your back hit the brick wall that stood behind you, and Tyler leaned into you. His rough hands moved up your body, almost as if they had a mind of their own. You gasped audibly as his finger tips ran across the outline of your neck before planting feather-light kisses all over it.

You palmed his hard-on, making him groan out loud. He slipped his hands inside your shirt, tugging and pulling at the fabric as he explored your body. The sensations of pleasure electrified you to the core; it was like nothing you had ever felt before.

As the kiss deepened, Tyler began to lift up your shirt as he trailed his lips across your collarbone and down your belly. He made his way back up, giving you a final kiss before saying, "On your knees, now."

You obeyed, kneeling down on the ground as Tyler undid his belt. You had cursed yourself for only wearing a skirt with fishnets, as the gravel you kneeled on dug into your skin. But the pain only added to the pleasure as Tyler directed his cock towards your mouth, your lips on the tip that soaked precum. You opened your mouth wider, taking him in as far as possible before licking, sucking and swirling your tongue across the entire length of his cock.

That was before Tyler gripped onto the back of your head, shoving your head down to the base of his cock, your drool spilling off the sides of your mouth and dripping down his balls. He was going deeper and deeper until you felt his tip reach the back of your throat. You coughed and spluttered, the sensation of being filled beyond capacity overwhelming your senses.

However, this only made you wetter as you dipped your hand towards your soaking cunt, tossing your skirt to the side and ripping the fishnets to create a gateway to your pulsing pussy. You rubbed your clit in time with Tyler thrusts, each movement allowing the sensations to increase tenfold.

Your moans vibrated on his cock, making him even harder as he felt your hunger for more. He swelled within you, pushing himself deeper and faster until your legs shook as you gushed onto your own fingers.

You immediately pulled away from his soaking cock, whimpering as a line of saliva was strung between his tip and your plump lips. Tyler smiled, knowing that you were thoroughly satisfied, but his own pleasure was yet to come.

He picked you up by your hair, yanking you up to stand straight. Your knees wobbled, a string of whimpers escaping your lips.

"P-Please, Ty... I can't-" You pant, desperately clinging onto his shoulders. He smirked and shook his head, pushing you back against the wall and guiding himself back inside of you as your legs shakily wrapped around his waist.

"I know you've got one more in you, babe." He murmured, slowly thrusting inside you. You could feel his body tensing up as he moved in and out of your tight warmth, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body.

You let out a loud moan, biting his shoulder to silence the moans. He pushed deeper and harder each time, his own pleasure increasing. You clung onto him as he thrust inside you, your pleasure amplifying with every passing second.

As he thrust up, the pain of your back grinding up against the jagged wall had faded away, replaced with pure undiluted pleasure that overrode every other sensation.

"S-Slow down, please..." You whined, but you both knew you didn't want him to. His fingers ran down your sides as he continued to thrust, his movements increasing in speed. You could feel yourself rising towards the edge of orgasm, each thrust pushing you closer and closer till you finally peaked with a loud cry.

Your cunt gushed on his cock, liquids seeping down his exposed thigh, as he continued to move inside you. You clung onto him for dear life, as you felt your pussy feeling sore and beaten by his cock.

Chanting your name, he released hot cum inside you, the warmth of his seed sending chills up your spine. The pleasure was intense and now that it had reached its peak, he started to pull out slowly. As he pulled out completely, you felt a void inside you which only made his presence more needed.

He kissed you tenderly on the lips, and as he moved away you could feel his cum running down your thighs. You stand there in a post-orgasmic bliss, feeling both exhausted and fulfilled at the same time.

Your eyes averted to the watch on your wrist, as so much time was wasted on this so-called "break."

Your mind went blank at a sudden realization.

"Ty?" You inquired.

He let out a hum.

"Where did my skirt go?" Your stomach bubbled with sudden fear, mixed with leftover arousal.

"It's probably somewhere," he said with a shrug. "But don't worry, I'll buy you a new one."

How the hell were you going to work with fishnets on?

[leveloneandup]

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[igotsnothing]

people you'd like to get to know better!!

Thanks for the tag, @dryfrooot! Love getting know folks better! ❤️

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last song: I've been listening to "I Remember" by deadmau5 & Kaskade (John Summit Remix).

favorite color: Cobalt and crimson

currently watching: The Bear and now I am driving everyone here at home nuts by replying to any requests with "YES, CHEF!"

sweet/savory/spicy: Savory, savory, savory. I don't like sweets that much, I like spicy, but spicy doesn't like me...But savory? A cheese platter? Hello!

relationship: Yes.

current obsession: So many... But, let's say my ocs, Gideon and Sasha. I love all my ocs, but for some reason I am particularly focused on these two.

last thing you googled: The booking form for an appointment at my hairdresser, which probably took infinitely longer to do than if I had simply called the salon but I am an introvert and would rather deal with 500 captchas to prove I am not a robot than talk to a stranger on the phone. Beep boop! Halp!

WHO DO I WANT TO KNOW BETTER? If you're reading this and we don't interact often, take this as an invitation- I'll LOVE it. ❤️

But I'm still tagging...@moonfromearth, @hamasutaa, @nocturnalazure, @smok3inm1rrors, @chaoticpixls, @sirianasims, and as you all know, @greighish is on hiatus, but WHEN HAS THAT EVER STOPPED ME? Do this if you want to, at will and with adult supervision.😉

[cchickki]

i don't know what my plan was with this

[rosemaryannethyme]

If you want something you really do have to aggressively go after it, kicking and screaming.

In other words. I just got promoted to Sous Chef 👩‍🍳 👩‍🍳☺️☺️

[morteamore]

Yes, Chef!: Second Course - Rough Scene Draft

I was feeling fairly inspired from finishing season 2 of The Bear. Life has been pretty messed up for me this past month. I've been barely getting by with my sanity intact. But I am getting by somehow. I managed to bang this very rough draft of a scene for my Yes, Chef! continued AU.

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Looking over his shoulder as Jack waved him on, Rhys acquired a short stool and pulled it over to the opposite side of the station Troy was standing at. Currently, Troy had a standard sized pan on the stove top in front of him, and to his right lay his ingredients. A half sphere of butter, a bowl of jumbo eggs that had yet to be cracked, shredded pale white cheese. 

“Jack said that I should come over and try to help you out,” Rhys said as he sat down on the stool. He was placing his ECHO on the counter top as Troy tossed his head to shift the hair out of his eyes and looked at him. “I’ll see what I can do. No guarantees. So, show me what Zane’s been teaching you.”

With a nod, Troy straightened up. He scooped an egg up between his thumb, middle and index fingers and subtly cracked it into another empty bowl. 

“We’ve started with just making omelettes for now,” he told Rhys as he cracked the remainder of the eggs. A dash of cream and a few fresh herbs were added then whipped with a hand whisk. “Haven’t quite perfected it yet. But I’m getting there. 

Troy added in the cheese and then spread the around the pan, watching it melt to oily liquid. He carefully poured the egg mixture against the greased surface once he’d tested the temperature with a few droplets of water. As he went to grip the pan handle in his cybernetic, Rhys hummed, as if anticipating what would unfold next. As he lifted, the pan wobbled in Troy’s grip, the contents sloshing back and forth. The cookware clattered to the stove top as the weight strained the strength in Troy’s artificial wrist, its contents nearly spilling over in one precarious moment.

“Can I show you something?” Rhys gestured towards Troy’s cybernetic.

Huffing, Troy waved in approval and spun around on his heel, fists going to his hips as refused to face Rhys. The tension in his spine was evident in the confines of his black t-shirt, which was too tight and small for his frame to begin with.

“For one, if you want me to take you seriously in my kitchen, maybe get some clothes that fit.” At Troy’s silently raised middle finger, Rhys added, “I’m being serious. Tattoos are great. But flashing them during service is just unprofessional. And you’re going to need to get a haircut or wear something over your head.”

“Jack never had a problem with it.”

“Jack didn’t have a problem with a lot of unprofessional things. But Jack is Jack, and he’s put me in charge of you guys now. So we cook by my standards.”

“Fine.”

“No makeup, either. We don’t need guests complaining about mascara running into their chowder. Nail polish, any color, is okay. Neckwear under the clothing. Ear stuff is fine just nothing that dangles. No wrist accessories for mobility reasons. Visible body mods at a reasonable volume. I'd prefer no lip or mouth stuff. It messes with taste testing too much. But as long as it's not going to be excessive, it's fine.”

Turning around, Troy was shaking his head. “Anything else, your majesty?”

“Yeah. Sarcasm is A-okay in my kitchen. In fact, I encourage a little saltiness every now and then. Keeps us all in the moment and on our toes. But no fighting on the line during service. And you should be calling me chef.”

“Sure thing, chef.”

Rhys just shook his head. “Take two steps back from the range.”

With a shrug, Troy walked himself backwards until he was a seizable few inches away from the stove.

“Great. Now you’re not crowding your station. At your size, you’re going to need the room. And I bet you didn’t have a whole of range of mobility with that old prosthetic model you had.”

“Are you ragging on me?”

“Why would I? Use your noggin. I know you’re not half as stupid as you seem.”

“Debatable, chef.”

Without acknowledging the quip, Rhys went on. “Extend your arm towards the top of the range and cock your elbow slightly. Like this.” Rhys held up his gloved cybernetic arm and demonstrated a slight bend at the elbow. “Use your thumb to guide your grip on the pan handle. It’s going to be tricky at if you’re not used to the articulation in your fingers yet. Now lift the pan about a half inch off the range.”

Regarding Rhys’ demonstration with a quick flick of his gaze, Troy’s movements were careful and precise. 

“Good form. Feel that tension in the wrist? Focus on it. Adjust your grip if you feel uneven distribution. You need to teach your mechanical parts what to expect. It’s harder when the muscle movements aren’t natural. There’s always going to be that moment of delay unless you train the response.”     

“That the way it were for you at first?”

“Definitely. Used to call me botch back in my early culinary days. And you know the story of how I lost the arm to begin with.”  For a moment, Rhys pursed his lips, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you can see that I learned. I think you’ll be able to, too. Try this way: let the elbow joint straighten then pull it back towards you. But don’t extend too far over the range or pull too close to your body. You’ll probably overcompensate at first.”  

As he did as instructed, Rhys watched. At first, Troy demonstrated Rhys’ warning about overreaching. His arm struck out extended too far over the range and when he pulled back the movement was jerky, his grip nearly slipping. Egg mixture sloshed around in the pan, nearly spilling in a tide down Troy’s shirt front. Troy managed to correct the course last minute, extending his arm back out sharply. On the reel in motion, Troy managed to keep the trajectory smoother this time. There was only a slight wobble to it.

After Troy had demonstrated the movement several times with minimal issues, Rhys gestured for him to stop.

“Raise the pan another half inch,” he said, his gaze not leaving Troy’s technique.

Troy looked on expectantly as he did so.

“I’m not going to hit you with sauté technique <em>just</em> yet. I want you to get the basics down first.”

“We doing the flip then?”

“We’re doing the flip.”

A brilliant grin spread across Troy’s face, his chrome grill gleaming in full display. “Flynt has actually been practicing this with me. He gave me some real thorough instruction on it.”

“Real hands on I bet, right?”

As he was beginning to shift the pan in a wave motion, Troy jerked his head up, his jaw hanging open as he stared at Rhys. Unfortunately, this relegated all his focus to that one act, and he flipped the pan too hard nearly tossing it from his own grip. The partially liquid contents rose high overhead, an arc of egg sailing over to the other side of the station. It slopped down on to the counter in front of Rhys with a dull wet thud, splattering pale yellow ooze all over him. Rhys yelped and leaped back at the pain as the fiery hot contents came in contact with his bare skin, turning it ruddy pink.

“Fuck!” This from Troy, who immediately dropped his pan on to the range and scrambled towards where the fire extinguisher was kept. “Fuck, where the fuck is the fucking burn kit? Do we even have a fucking burn kit yet?”

“Troy, calm down,” Rhys managed to whistle out between hisses of breath.

“Goddam motherfucking stupid fucking shitty piece of fucking slag ass—”

“Calypso,” Rhys said more sharply. “Get back on the line.”

Where he stood scrambling through drawers, Troy froze. He didn’t turn to face Rhys, his body trembling with tension.

“I’ll handle myself. It’s just a few burns. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before during service hours.” Rhys’ voice was strained. He had to swallow to continue. “You’re a professional chef assigned to a station. You need to tend to it.” 

Troy finally turned to face Rhys. The man’s face was contorted in pain and he was breathing through his nose. But his gaze wasn’t cruel and he nodded towards the gas range where Troy had been practicing.

“You got this, Calypso.” 

The hinge of Troy’s jaw worked a few times, never quite closing. For some time, he looked at a loss for a response. Then he straightened his shoulders and walked himself back to the station.

“Corner,” Rhys called out as Troy walked around the edge of the counter.

“Chef!” Troy responded without hesitation.

A small smile finally played over Rhys’ lips. “Do you really think I’m going to sit and judge you for that of all things?”

“What’re you talking about?” Troy asked as he cleaned the mess at his station without looking up.        

“Troy, you remember when you found out I was sleeping with Jack?”

There was no response from the other chef. Rhys sighed.

[coachtfd]

Just talking about how English our upbringing was because my dad was from Barbados when it was still part of the Commonwealth. Our food, the way he coached us, even our entertainment was heavily influenced by England. This was literally my childhood. 😂

If you know, you know. 😂

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Sorry what? I couldn't hear you, your BICEPS ARE TOO LOUD, Carmy! Come again, please.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Sydney attended a work family event and had a talk with her future mother in law.

That’s it. That’s the post 💅

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[84reedsy]

I'm so excited for everything you have been writing! Can't wait for the new things you're cooking up too!

I'm calling this my Chef era

[gg-carboxylase]

Chef is my preferred honorific. "Yes chef!" comes in very handy for many situations. You just have to train people into it.

We need more gender-neutral honorifics

[summerofmy1ife]

i have such a crush on not one but two of my 35 y/o fat balding coworkers. one more than the other but it’s chill

[rosemaryannethyme]

Uuughhhh pt 2

Alright, I did it. fuck.

Friday night dinner service complete. It was so busy but filling in for my chef and running the pass + saute on 5 hours of couch sleep… not bad.

.. at least my eyebrows looked good today 😏🙃