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chefkids · 2 days

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The Muse

Sydney is back on set wearing the scarf from when it all began. The name of it is the Musa Bandana, after the Musa plant which produces bananas and plantains. Much like the very first meal she ever made which had plantains. Musa is also a word for muse.

Carmy wanted to create a *thoughtful* chaos menu with her.

Sydney was looking for inspiration in NOMA. Carmy wanted to look for inspiration in the food tour.

Carmy inspired Sydney's dish.

Sydney inspired Carmy's drawings.

She is his muse and he is hers.

And I can't wait to see what else they're going to inspire out of each other next season.

#the bear #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #the bear fx #the bear meta #carmy x sydney #the bear season 3

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private85 · 3 days

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xblackreader · 2 days

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#relax #sydcarmy #mayo #ayomy #x black reader #black women #sydney adamu #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy x sydney #syd x carmy #carmy x fem!reader #jeremy allen white #ayo edebiri #the bear #the bear tv #the bear fx

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melfinawins · 1 day

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SydCarmy nation, just a little longer. June is almost here!

Soon.

#carmy x sydney #sydcarmy #the bear #the bear fx #sydney adamu #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto #ayo edebiri #syd x carmy #jeremy allen white #sydney x carmy #carmen x sydney #syd x carmen #carmy x syd

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thoughtfulchaos773 · 13 hours

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Just say you don't want to see a black woman and white man fucking on screen.

#sydcarmy #carmy x sydney #the bear fx #um...slash the 5 other restaurants i worked for where the chefs got together.#um..kasama anyone?#sydney rejected marcus #sydney rejected marcus yet here's to people still hopin

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cherry-cola-ghost · 2 days

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#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #sugar berzatto #nat berzatto #natalie berzatto #mikey berzatto #the berzattos #the bear #the bear fx #fx the bear #the bear memes

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tofanasmuse · 1 day

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I'm a sydcarmy shipper to my bone, still I do not understand why do people hate Claire? like it's a serious question. she has done nothing wrong? right? she is a girl who likes a boy and they dated. why do people not like her?

like if Marcus dates Sydney are we also gonna hate him???

I don't understand. please somebody explain.

#the bear fx #carmy x sydney #carmy berzatto

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juuuulez · 2 days

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📰 | brat taming, richie jerimovich.

(pure filth guys…blowjob, facefucking, lowkey degrading anndduhhhh then some more sex…)

(also i’m crazy i just wrote another whole richie fic so expect that tomorrow i’m insane.)

“i can’t take it.”

“you can, and you fuckin’ will, princess.”

the punishment for being a brat has always been the same, so really, you should’ve expected this.. but at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

it was richie’s day off, and you had this whole mental plan about staying in bed, getting to enjoy your boyfriend and keep him all to yourself. but apparently the beef was short staffed, and he’d decided to go in anyway, despite mikey’s insistence that it was fine. in truth, it probably wasn’t fine, but that didn’t matter: today was your day.

so you’d stopped by on his lunch break. except richie skipped the break in favour of a cigarette and getting back into the muck. now, you had his best interest at heart, you swear! all you wanted was for him to take a moment. or maybe that’s the excuse you told yourself.

“don’t be a baby ‘bout it.” richie grunts through a clenched jaw, one hand with a firm grip on your cheek, and the other at the base of your skull. “you asked for this, sweetheart. now you’re gonna fuckin’ take it.”

your jaw is opened impossibly wide, his cock buried to the hilt, struggling to breathe through your nose. his grip is unforgiving and doesn’t let you move, willing down the urge to gag around his length as air forgoes you as he rocks his hips deeper. tears have sprung in your eyes, messily slipping down red cheeks and making wet tracks on your neck.

it was the tiny skirt that did it. when you’d sauntered into the kitchen, trying to find richie. it barely covered the globes of your ass, the ends of little spandex shorts peaking out: he would’ve preferred you completely naked, because fuck, those shorts really did it for him, the way they hid absolutely nothing.

and you’d done it on purpose. made sure to linger in the office doorway for an extra moment, having some offhanded conversation with mikey that didn’t even fucking matter, because what were you doing? then you’d offered to help out with the rush, going out front to buss some tables, undoubtably attracting the attention of anyone else in the restaurant.

your hands fist at the fabric of richie’s sweats, the garment pushed down just enough to release his cock. his work shirts still on, as the pair of you had landed on the couch, where you were promptly shoved to your knees. he revels in how small your hands look on his spread thighs, rocking once, twice more into your hot mouth, feeling ten times more aroused simply by the power he holds over you.

and you know when he’s about to cum, of course you do, and it has you trying to pull off. you had been hoping he’d still fuck you, as part of the punishment, spilling his load deep inside where you’d still be able to get an inkling of satisfaction.

“nu-uh,” he chastises, voice rough and breathy, “stay right where ’ya fuckin’ are.”

so, you do. and when you pull off, your tongue is sticky with it, a salty taste that clings to the back of your throat. richie’s hand squeezed your jaw, putting pressure on the hinge that forces your mouth open, admiring his work. “swallow.” he’ll tell you, to which you do, sickeningly obedient for someone with a habit of causing trouble.

he won’t fuck you, either. you’ll try to beg for it, pulling out all the stops, batting your wet lashes and kissing at his neck. it takes everything in him to deny you, but he does, successfully.

it’s not until later, curled up in bed, that you finally huff out somewhat of an explanation. “just miss you.” you’ll mumble, face pressed into his fresh shirt, the cotton tickling your nose. “think you work too much.”

it’s not like richie is oblivious, he caught on pretty quickly, but thought it’d be easier to make you work for it. so he relents, previously rough hands now soft as they skim your back, blunt nails gently tracing the curve of your spine.

“could’a used your words,” he’ll shoot back, and despite the scolding tone, he’s already rolled atop you to kiss down your neck. “or do you just get off on bein’ a brat?”

the crude remark makes you roll your eyes, one arm hooking around his broad shoulders, while your other hand rests on his head where it’s tucked into your neck. a sharp bite to your shoulder finally elicits a response, “maybe a little,” you mumble.

it’s okay, because richie still fucks you into the mattress that night. its a bit softer, at least to the best of his abilities: richie isn’t exactly one for slow or gentle, so it ends up being equally as unforgiving as the punishment itself, with the reprieve of his words turning praising and sweet. telling you how good you feel, how much he loves this pussy, so perfect for him. just him.

and he’s right: it’s just for him.

#the bear fx #richie jerimovich x you #richie jerimovich smut #richie jerimovich x reader

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bearfriend9 · 2 days

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