#bar stools and counter stools with a footrest

[nail-it-in]

Midcentury Kitchen in San Diego Mid-sized 1960s galley medium tone wood floor and brown floor eat-in kitchen photo with a farmhouse sink, shaker cabinets, brown cabinets, quartz countertops, white backsplash, ceramic backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and white countertops

[castiwls]

the black dog - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'And so I watch as you walk, into some bar called The Black Dog And pierce new holes in my heart'

Requested; anon

Notes; I LOVE this song sm words cannot describe.

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

You’d never been a jealous person. It was something you’d prided yourself on for so long, yet now you were starting to doubt your ability to keep calm in certain situations. 

The bar was relatively empty as you quietly nursed your drink. Sam had long since fallen into his own little world as he researched whatever new case he had found while you were left to entertain yourself. 

Normally you'd have Dean dragging you off to do god knows what yet it seemed he’d found someone else to annoy. The sound of laughter made your grip tighten on your cup as you stared at the glass bottles lining the walls of the bar. Focusing on an old-looking bottle of whiskey you slowly traced the label, pushing aside the jealousy which seemed to run your blood cold.

“Hey. You're gonna burn a hole through that bottle if you keep glaring at it.” Sam nudged your shoulder with a small smile as he looked up from his laptop. You hummed turning to face him, your back now fully turned to the source of your annoyance.

You took another sip of your drink, glancing down at Sam’s notes - oblivious to his sudden confusion. He watched you for a moment longer before looking over your shoulder. Dean was leaning against the end of the counter and caught up in a discussion with Jo. He strained for a moment trying to make out what they were talking about - he was pretty sure it was hunting. That was all they really seemed to talk about.

He looked back to where you had now closed his notebook, noting your tense shoulder as you finished your drink. “You know you don't have anything to worry about?” He raised an eyebrow.

You looked up from your drink. “I’m fine Sam.” 

Sam shook his head saying your name quietly. “You look like you're trying to blow up the bar with your eyes alone.” He squeezed your arm. “He’s just happy to meet someone who has the same interests as him. He’ll get over it.” He smiled before stretching and quietly excusing himself. 

You watched him go with a small wave before turning back to your now empty glass. You glanced over ever so often, your heart squeezing slightly as you watched them. You knew you had no right to be jealous. Dean wasn’t yours, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was allowed to talk to other girls - hell he could flirt with them - but it still didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

You’d both been so close for so long that you’d grown so used to his constant attention and to have it yanked away left you reeling almost.

“You're thinking again.” A poke to your shoulder. “We’re in a bar you're not meant to have deep thoughts.” Dean slipped into the chair previously occupied by Sam, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Where’s Sammy?” He flipped through the notebook for a moment before turning his body to you. His leg brushed yours, taking place on your stool's footrest. The touch sent a small rush through you as he looked around for a moment. “I think he went for a walk.” You nodded.

Dean hummed turning back to you. “Want another?” he gestured to the glass before pulling it from your hand. You shook your head watching as he pushed the glass away slightly. His fingers intertwined with yours as he leaned slightly closer. “You're being awfully quiet.” 

“I’m tired. A lot’s happened.” You pursed your lips as your eyes found his. He grinned, the same one which made your heart swoon. “You wanna go back?” He squeezed your hand. “Sam won't mind.”

A small look of concern passed through his eyes as he studied your face for a moment. Not noticing any major signs of exhaustion he relaxed slightly. You smiled. “I'm fine Dean.” 

He nodded before blowing out a breath. He cast a look behind him, and his other hand made a small gesture. You caught the movement from the corner of your eye turning to see who he was talking to. 

That rush of jealousy seemed to return as you spotted Jo only a few feet away. You narrowed your eyes noticing something grasped behind her back. Turning back to Dean he had taken to rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “How dead am I if Ellen finds out I agreed to help Jo with her shooting.”

You tensed but quickly relaxed your hand, sucking in a breath through your teeth. “Remember what my dad did when he caught you sitting on my bed.” A small smile played on your lips at the memory.

It had been completely innocent. You’d both been 15 at the time, and your crush only starting to bubble. Dean had agreed to come with you to get some things from the town and had been sitting on your bed while you’d been getting changed. Your dad picked that moment to ask if you could also pick up a package for him and had almost seen red when he’d found Dean in your room.

You were pretty sure you saw actual fear in the older Winchester's eyes that day as your dad had chased him out.

Dean nodded. 

“Worse.” You smiled. “She doesn’t want her in this life Dean, you need to respect that.” 

He sighed. “I know but…It doesn’t hurt making sure she can protect herself.” He brushed his foot against your calf. “Cover for us? Ellen likes you.”

Your face dropped slightly. Truthfully the idea of them being alone sent you spiraling almost, especially the image of him helping her, his arms wrapped around her as he-

You pushed the image away taking a breath. Dean watched you, sensing your internal conflict but for the wrong reason. He brushed his other hand across your cheek. “I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.” He thought for a moment. “I’ll take you to that dinner you like. Hell, I’ll pay.”

That managed to pull a small laugh from you. “You’ll pay with your fake credit cards? What a gentleman.” Dean rolled his eyes nudging your foot with his. “Shut up. You are ungrateful you know that right? I’m offering you free food here.” 

“Okay. I’ll cover for you but don't be too long.” 

You left it at that, not adding on how you simply didn't want him to be around her for too long. You weren’t stupid, you saw the stary-eyed look she had whenever he was close to her. Hell, you’d been a victim of the same charm.

He squeezed your hand one last time before pulling away. “Thanks, Sweetheart.” His lips pressed to your head for a moment, nothing more than a platonic gesture (You really wished it was more) before he made his way over, a small smile sent over his shoulder as you watched them go.

Turning back to the bar you placed your head into your hands. Your heart was crumbling for a man you weren't even with. You knew it was stupid, you and Dean had only ever been friends - only ever would be friends. Yet the last few months things had changed. He’d changed.

Passing glances had become longer, touches more deliberate.

Yet deep down you knew it was only your overthinking placing meaning behind his actions. Your heart continued to want more and that wanting only led to it being broken over and over again.

[anystalker707]

Baby said

Pairing: James Kelly x [gn, afab] Reader Summary: James won't shut up. He can talk between your legs, if he wants to. Tags: pussy eating / use of pussy + cunt / hes annoying (a tease / ☆transmasc friendly

MASTER LIST

She puts her hand on my lips, begging "Please, end this conversation" "Shut your mouth, give me your head" "Let me taste your silhouette" "You can talk between my legs" Baby Said - Måneskin

          James talked too much, for a fact. It wasn’t all that bad, no, because you actually enjoyed how he’d care enough to ask you about your day and have interesting conversations about the topics you liked, but right now wasn’t the moment. He started talking about something random, which was barely relevant by now, and the rent evolved into something completely different, words muffled by the music, chatter, and glass clinking of the bar.

Sip by sip, the beer inside the bottle in his hand only reached below half of the bottle, and an already empty bottle sat on the counter to be removed by a bartender. James sat on the neighbor stool with an arm folded over the counter, feet on the footrest, sometimes letting the bottle rest on his thigh. His gaze rarely found yours, and even if it did, he’d look away too soon. Was he unaware of the boredom stamped on your face, or was it intentional?

The veins on the back of his hand became a little more prominent when he squeezed your thigh, and you hoped his hand would move up a little, squeeze your thigh, do something else. After such a harsh day, you deserved something from your boyfriend. A little pampering, at least.

“...and they still want a good job done, d’you get it?” James glanced at you again, and you only nodded absentmindedly. He’d told that story so many times already, repeating it whenever he was revolted with something at work, ignoring your advice to leave the others’ work alone since that didn’t concern him.

James’ lips closed around the bottle, his Adam’s apple bobbing while the drink trailed down his throat, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him, squirming a little in an attempt to quench the tingling between your legs. He let the bottle down again, his hand wrapped around the neck, a finger tracing the rim slowly. If only…

You rubbed your brow and closed your eyes in an attempt to alleviate that annoyance that twisted in your chest at least a little, focusing briefly on the counter’s edge pressing to your back, its cold surface under your arm, the music, whatever. The talk wavered when you grabbed the bottle from his hand to take a swig, but the taste wasn’t all that good, leaving behind a taste that reminded you of corn or something similar.

“Baby?” James raised his eyebrows at how you scrunched your nose and put the bottle away, leaning into his side in the process.

“What’s gotten in you today?” You glanced at him. “C’mon, end this conversation, please. This is killing me,” you said close to his ear, watching him sigh as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, furrowing his eyebrows.

James smelled like a mix of engine oil, grease, and smoke, which clung to him even after a shower and putting on some clean clothes and a spray of his cheap cologne to hang out with you in a nice bar downtown after receiving some extra cash. He sighed, pressing his nose to the side of your face in a way his breath fanned over the side of your neck—you shivered.

“Sorry, baby.” He smacked his lips as his eyes scanned the place, then finally met yours. “Thought you were enjoying this—”

Your thumb pressed across James' lips as you cupped his face to bring him close enough to whisper into his ear. “Shut your mouth, give me some head.”

His grip tightened on your shoulder at the same moment his breath hitched, and it took James a long moment to finally nod, sighing as he pressed his face to the side of your neck. “Ugh, baby, I thought you wanted to have a nice time here, you and I, that you’d tell me ‘bout—”

“James.”

“Mm?”

“Talk between my legs, if you really want to.”

Whatever James wanted to say was replaced by a firm nod as he raised his eyebrows a little, throwing his free hand in the air in surrender. “Yes, baby, okay.” He finished the beer in a swig before he stood up and grabbed your hand to guide you through the crowd.

James stopped by the entrance of the restrooms, peeking into one of them before he tried to act casual when a guy left the male restroom, which would have been funny if it weren’t for the urgency. He walked into the restroom first, analyzing the stalls before he pulled you in and locked the door swiftly as fast as his lips pressed to yours in a firm kiss once he’d pinned you to the wall. A soft groan escaped his throat, his hands gripping your hips with the same eagerness you clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck.

If it were anywhere else—like the bar down his street—, you would’ve chosen to go home rather than into the restrooms, but this one had a faint scent of soap and Air Wick along with something else—the high price for the entrance needed to be worth every square inch of that place.

Despite the lingering taste of beer on his lips, James’ kisses were perfect, his lips pressing to yours with a rush of desire that transpired through every little action. His hands ran up and down your sides, settling down and squeezing your ass at the same time his tongue pushed past your lips and pressed to yours demandingly. The way his strong hands kneaded on your ass made the arousal burn hotter in your lower stomach, and you followed the guidance of his grip, grinding your hips against the bulge tenting the front of his pants and earning yourself a groan from him.

A tingling sensation replaced the light ache from James’ teeth tugging on your lips after he pulled away and kissed down your neck instead, stubble scratching your skin, irrelevant when compared to the soft moans he snatched from you. James knew your sweet spots by heart, so that wasn’t a hard job anyway. His lips pressed to the heated skin to cover it in kisses and nipping until your breath turned into little gasps.

“Never leavin’ me alone, are you?” James’ breath tickled your neck.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” A smile tugged on your lips.

James grunted in response, unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your pants while kissing along your jaw, giving it a last nip before he lowered himself to his knees. Taking your pants would’ve been an easier task if it weren’t for the rush making every little task ten times harder—you gripped onto James’ shoulder for support to try to kick the pants and underwear off one of your legs, struggling to do it despite his help.

“Shit,” James muttered before he hooked your leg over his shoulder. “There we go,” he muttered against your thigh. His eyes met yours with desire burning behind the blue irises, which were nothing but thin rings around blown pupils by now, holding your attention while his teeth teased your skin. “Vicious,” he whispered between soft kisses as his hands held firmly onto your thighs, fingers sinking into them possessively.

“I already told you to shut up.” You clicked your tongue, running your fingers through his hair. He rolled his eyes lightly before rubbing his cheek against your thigh, and you didn’t know how to feel about the sensation. A strained sound escaped your lips, followed by one of his own when your fingers tugged on his hair, moans and groans lost in the empty restroom under the muffled song penetrating the walls.

The nipping on your inner thigh made you clench around nothing in anticipation, at the same time it had you pondering between telling James to do it already and enjoying the teasing.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, y’know that?” James’s breath fanned over your cunt before he pressed his lips to it, mouthing at the slit experimentally, still enough to send a shiver down your spine when his lips grazed your clit. His hands held you more firmly to keep you in place while his lips pressed to you properly, his tongue running against your pussy in fat licks to drink in the wetness that’d accumulated already from all the craving and teasing. It made you shudder and press your heel to his back, unconsciously trying to bring him closer, to have his tongue on your clit because he meant it, not just occasional grazes.

James groaned, mouthing at your pussy—practically making out with it—, sucking softly with each motion and letting his lips linger against you, in a way you quickly needed to lean back against the wall more for support. His tongue finally circled your clit, warm and wet, deliciously seeking a louder moan from you so that he could wrap his lips around it and suck, each movement balanced between his plans and the desire that seeped into the moment. Your knees went weak in a way that you would’ve been on the ground already if it weren’t for his strong hands holding you up and the wall behind you.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

Another rush was sent down your core when James looked up at you again, eyes half-lidded, face buried between your thighs. Hell, you were gonna fucking die.

The jolt of pleasure fizzled away into something less intense, leaving behind a dull ache and snatching a whimper from your lips, ignored and followed by pleasure sparkling through your body again, mingled with pain, when James nipped on your folds.

“James,” you hissed, tugging on his hair. He let out a delicious groan as his head tilted back, and you took the opportunity to thrust your hips forward, grinding your pussy against his face—if anything, he loved it.

His fingers sank into the fat of your thighs, and James mouthed at your pussy again, eating it as if it were a meal, until an intense sparkle of something greater peaked in the distance, but he fucking slowed down, ignoring your frustration. James’ tongue rubbed slow, controlled circles around your clit until the feeling dissipated—or at least vanished into something weaker—, and he tried to keep on top of it, alternating between short, sharp flicks and long, slow licks. It made your thighs quiver, the thoughts escaping your grasp, and he kept his eyes on your face to keep an idea of what you felt, to watch the pleasure he made you feel.

James’ tongue circled your entrance, making your cunt clench around nothing again, but only until his tongue finally pushed inside, lapping inside you and tracing your entrance in such a way.

James moaned against your pussy, eyes fluttering closed, and he fucking nipped on your clit, eating you out more vigorously as the pain blended with pleasure and made you weak. “Cum f’me? You close, baby? Lemme taste you.”

The words got lost in a moan before you could say them, tightening your grip on James’ hair while your hips bucked against his mouth. “Ahh, yes,” you breathed with a whimper, unable to keep the sounds from escaping your lips as James kept devouring your pussy so deliciously, making your mind quickly grow hazy with a pleasure that filled your senses, heady and intoxicating. His name spilled from your lips in a breathy moan as you finally came, holding his head buried between your thighs in an attempt to make the pleasure drag out with how he kept mouthing at your pussy. 

Finally, that tension inside you turned into relief. James’ licks turned borderline overstimulating as he drank all he could from your release, mouthing at your pussy, letting go of it with a final tug on your labia with his lips. “Well, there it is, baby,” he whispered, “and I want more.”

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Blind Dates and One Night Stands [Frankie x f!reader]

Read on Ao3

My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet f!reader)

Warnings: reader wears a thong, cunnilingus (duh, it's frankie!), piv sex, multiple orgasms, frankie is flustered and cute!, but also smoldering and hot! safe sex, also frankie is a big boy but we already knew that, some drinking but not too much.

Summary: Frankie has a blind date that doesn't work out, but maybe the night goes well anyway?

Words: 3,639

A/N: I feel like I haven't written in months, but that's not entirely true. I feel rusty, however. I hope you like this.

Update: There is a sequel! One Night Stands and Phone Numbers.

Frankie's leg is vibrating restlessly, feet perched on the metal footrest of the bar stool. He takes his cap off, swipes his hair to the side, and puts it back on, then takes it off again. Maybe he shouldn't be wearing a hat, it's impolite. But without a cap, he feels formal, and he doesn't want that. He puts it back on, then glances at his wristwatch.

She's late.

Cursing out Benny again for this idea, Frankie shakes his head at the bartender who looks at him with a raised eyebrow. No, he's not ordering yet. He has to wait for his date, the woman Benny set him up with. "She's cute, blonde, and friendly," his younger comrade in arms had reassured Frankie. "You need someone to take care of you, or at least get laid."

Frankie had finally agreed to meeting the woman, if only to get Benny off his case. But he was starting to regret it.

He regrets it even more when the woman finally shows up. She's nice enough, and definitely cute, but Frankie can tell almost immediately that this is not going to work. She seems to want to make an effort, though, and he chides himself for not just excusing himself and putting a stop to this.

Because he doesn't put a stop to it, he ends up sitting with her through two orange umbrella drinks, while he himself nurses a beer. At some point his date seems to understand that there's no future for the two of them, downs the rest of her drink, and calls her friend who's been on stand-by to drive her home if the need arose.

Frankie very dutifully gives her a quick hug and watches her leave the bar before he sighs deeply.

Another one bites the dust.

He takes his hat off, runs his fingers through his hair, scratches the back of his head. This is getting exhausting. Sure, not everybody gets to experience the love story of the century, but how is even just a night of good sex with a nice person so hard to reach?

Leaning against the counter, he gets the attention of the bartender, and orders a Scotch. Might as well get fucked up.

"Comin' right up."

You pour the man whose broad shoulders are hunched in defeat a whisky. He wanted it neat, and you make it a double because you feel so sorry for him.

"On me," you say as you place the glass in front of him. His eyebrows shoot up and you give him a lopsided smile.

"That was a terrible first date."

"First and only," he confirms.

"Good," you nod. "Never waste any more time on bad dates."

"I'll drink to that." He lifts the glass and nods at you. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Over the next couple of hours, you return to the guy with the Standard Oil baseball cap to chat between customers. He's easy to talk to, drinks slowly, is interesting and funny - and really handsome. You feel his gaze on you when you pull beers for the increasingly inebriated crowd, and you find yourself wishing that his eyes could be on your ass (which looks really good in these jeans) and not on the back of your head. It's speaks for him that he clearly finds your intelligence attractive as well, but there's something about him that makes you want him to look at your body and go, "damn".

A quick glance at the clock on the wall tells you that you'll be closing in two hours, and the customers are already thinning you. You sway your hips as you do a lap around the room to pick up empty glasses and wipe down a couple of tables, and when you return to the bar, you find the man staring at you, just like you wanted him to.

And it turns you on more than you could have imagined.

You decide to employ a cheap trick, so when you come back around the bar for a chat, you bend over it for a lazy lean that displays your rack. You even fold one arm underneath your tits and frame them with the other, coquettishly propping your chin on your hand. And bless him, he looks you straight in the eye even with the soft swell of your tits right in front of him. You detect a hint of color on his cheekbones, though, and it makes you like him even more. He's a gentleman, perhaps even shy.

When it's time to close, he stays behind to help you stack chairs on the tables. He easily keeps up the conversation - the topic is baseball, turns out both of you played in high school - and eventually accepts your offer of a nightcap. You hop up on one of the barstools, a whisky in hand, and he slides onto the seat of the one next to yours.

"How did you find her?" you ask, sipping your drink. He raises an eyebrow, not understanding, so you make a gesture in the general direction of the stool where his date from earlier tonight sat.

"Oh. Right. Um, buddy of mine set it up. He thought it was a good idea."

"Your buddy is a terrible matchmaker," you judge. He laughs.

"That he is, but he means well."

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions, isn't that the saying?"

"I guess it is."

You take another small sip of your whisky, feeling it burn all the way down to your belly. It might be the sleep deprivation in combination with the alcohol, but you blurt out:

"You might still get lucky too, if you play your cards right."

He raises his chin a little as he stares you down. "I've never been good at playing cards."

"That's a shame," you shrug, feeling your cheeks heat.

"So, for the sake of just speeding this up... what do I have to do to get permission to kiss you?"

Your heart is beating so hard and fast that you almost feel light-headed.

"You just need to ask," you manage, your voice a little shaky. He smiles, and it doesn't look like the confident grin of a player, no, he looks like a little boy who just found out he could have another cookie.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks quietly, and he barely has time to make his request before you're nodding:

"Yes!"

The relief is plain to see, and he slides down from the barstool so that he can get closer to you. When he leans in, you can smell his cologne, and when he very gently puts his hand on your arm, you can feel him tremble a little.

There is something about the tentative teasing of his lips,  the bristles on his upper lip, the fullness of the lower one that drives you wild. You're usually not this forward with a complete stranger - you realize that you haven't even asked his name yet - but it's like he makes something just snap in you.

"What's your name?" you ask, and he blushes slightly. Shit, that's hot.

"Frankie," he introduces himself, and you taste his name, let the syllables roll off your tongue, before telling him yours.

And then you kiss him, devour his mouth, take his hands, and place them on your ass, thread your fingers through his hair. His hat falls to the floor somewhere behind him, and he's kissing you back, like he wasn't all blushing and timid only moments earlier. He grabs handfuls of ass and squeezes, pulls you snugly against himself. He's getting stiff, and there's something so primal and pure in that. You're just two people meeting each other by chance and being turned on by each other, and it spurs you into making him harder, so you eagerly rub yourself against him. He moans into the kiss, and it's the sexiest sound you've ever heard. You tear your mouth from his and meet his gaze that is somehow both hazy and intense. Your hands land on his belt buckle.

"Can I?"

"Please."

So polite. You tear open the belt buckle and his fly, and Frankie wants to reciprocate.

"May I?" he asks, as if you aren't ripping his jeans to shreds. You grin.

"Absolutely."

His gaze drops down to your fly as he deftly undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. His breathing is audible, just like yours, and then his hand is down the front of your ass-hugging jeans. One long finger is pressed along your slit, the tip teasing in between your warm, damp folds.

You catch your lower lip between your teeth and exhale in a small moan. So eager that you're almost too rough, you shove your hand down his underwear to find a thick, stiff shaft.

Oh. Working his jeans and underwear down his ass cheeks, you release his cock, eyes widening when you see it.

Frankie notices your reaction.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you assure him, "it's just... you're really big."

He slides one finger inside you as he leans in and nuzzles your neck, before touching his lips to your ear: "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're wet enough to take me."

You are shaken to the core by the smooth rasp of his voice, the words, the way he now inches his finger into you.

"Please do," you manage, and Frankie pulls his hand out of your pants. He grabs you by the waist and hoists you up on the barstool. You hold onto his shoulders, so wide they take up almost all in your vision field, so very secure and you imagine that they're perfect to hold on when life is stormy, and you need something stable in your life. He devours your mouth again, kisses you full of his whiskey breath before he asks you, in that same raspy, low voice that makes the hairs stand on the back of your neck:

"Can I go down on you?"

Mutely, you nod, and he helps you to get rid of your jeans. You're wearing a thong, not your usual underwear but there's just something about the way your ass looks in those jeans without any extra layer underneath, and you hook your thumbs under the thin straps, but Frankie shakes his head.

"Keep it on. Hold onto the counter. Careful, don't want you to fall."

Touched by his concern and turned on by his request to keep the flimsy garment on, you carefully lean back, supported by your elbows, on the bar. Frankie moves in between your legs, spreading them, and kisses you breathless again, before starting to trail kisses down your neck, over your cleavage, his hands pushing up your tits towards his eager lips and tongue. He then skips the part of you that's still covered by your shirt, and comes to his knees, putting him right in front of your displayed pussy. You wait with bated breath, sliding down a little on the stool to give him better access, your cheeks burning at the way he keeps intense eye contact with you. He has gorgeous eyes, beautifully brown, soulful, and absolutely filthy right now, with the way he stares right into your soul, like he's already fucking you. Gone is the bashfulness from before, and the change is thrilling.

"Is this okay?" he asks, still all polite as if he wasn't smirking like a little devil. You let out a breathless chuckle and try to sound sassy.

"You sure talk a lot."

"Hey, consent is sexy."

A retort is forming in your brain, but Frankie doesn't give you time to finish it: without breaking eye contact, he leans in and presses his mouth and chin to your dripping pussy, his tongue probing in between your slick lips. All you can produce is a choked gasp at the sudden intensity, and you grab hold of Frankie's thick hair as he lifts both your legs over his shoulders.

"You steady?" he wants to know, and you nod frenetically.

"Don't stop now."

He grins at you, and then he utterly rocks your world. The way he uses his tongue, his mouth, his prickly chin on you is goddamn magic, you've never had anyone eat you out like this before. He's everywhere at once but not in a disarrayed way, like he doesn't know what he's doing, oh no, he seems to know exactly what he's doing as he alternates with long, stiff licks along your slit, tongue dipping inside you before drawing out your juices and his saliva in a swirl around your clit, ending in a soft suckle, his mustache scratching you just right. His arms are around your thighs, holding you securely to him, and that's good because your arms aren't really doing their part anymore as you writhe on the stool, overcome by the fervor with which Frankie is pushing you towards a release that almost feels intimidating. Holy shit, he's going to kill you with this orgasm, oh God, oh shit, shit, shit, shit...

You don't realize that you've been going Oh God, oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck at a steady pace for a few minutes until the volume of your own voice becomes so loud that you yourself are startled by it. Frankie's now focused on your clit, tongue working faster than you thought was possible, and your hips have started to move, seeking more friction, more and more and more.

"I'm cumming," you announce in a shrill gasp, never once thinking about how stupid it sounds in porn when anyone with eyes can clearly see what's happening, no, you must let him know, Frankie has to know that you're about to come apart under his tongue, that he's making you cum now, right now -

The orgasm is just as intense as you feared, and so much better than you ever imagined. You're actually screaming, which has only happened once before and that was that time you got drunk on a Saturday night and edged yourself with your Magic Wand for hours before you finally let yourself orgasm.

When you come back to some form of rational thought, your eyes blinking open against the faint lights of the bar, your ass is cramping, and your neck is sore. Thighs shaking, you nudge Frankie away from you, and let your legs down, a whine finding its way over your lips when he gives your throbbing clit one last lick.

He grunts when he gets up from his knees, and you realize dimly that both of you are perhaps a little too old for acrobatics like these, but there is no mistaking his proud smile when he comes up to kiss you. His lips are unbelievably slick from you, and you hum into his mouth.

"Am I wet enough for you now?"

"So fucking wet, baby," he assures you in a voice that makes you clench. His cock is rock hard against your thigh, and you mumble something about condoms.

"I've got rubbers," Frankie immediately assures you, and reaches into his pocket for his wallet. You take the condom from him and take a firm yet gentle hold of his thick cock. Christ, but it's thick, this is going to be intense. Frankie's eyelids flutter and he lets out a groan when you slowly stroke him a couple of times before putting the rubber on. This is fun, you think with an evil grin, you could do a lot more damage to him if you weren't dying to have him inside you.

"There," you whisper, taking his cock and pushing your soaked thong to the side so that you can slide him through your lips to lube him up. "I want you to fuck me now, Frankie."

He captures your lips in a searing kiss as you nock him at your entrance and let him start inching into you. Even with how wet you are, and how slow he's going, he still takes your breath away.

"You can take it," he growls, his low tone vibrating through him and into you. "You're doing great, baby..."

Holding onto him, you lift your legs and wrap them around him, hooking your feet by his ass, to lessen the angle of entry, but it's still a tight fit, God, he's big but feels so good, you want him to fucking ruin you.

He pulls back a little before pushing back in, and your moan gives him pause.

"Am I hurting you?"

"You're just really big," you blurt out inelegantly, smiling a little at his expression of alarm mixed with pride. "Maybe if we try it from behind?"

He pulls out and turns the stool around. You lean forward and brace yourself against the counter as you slide yourself to the back edge of the stool, angling yourself right. Frankie finds you, pulls your underwear to the side, and pushes in. He can't get as deep this way, but he still takes your breath away.

"Fuck, that's better," you moan, "take me hard, this is perfect!"

He takes orders well. With his large hands on your hips, he quickly finds a devastating rhythm that creates a filthy song of his thunderous panting in your ear, your loud moans, the slapping of skin against skin with each impact of his hips against your ass. Possessed by a new urgency, he paws at your tits, shoves one hand inside your bra to free one breast from the cup, the other hand still holding on to your hip, fingers digging into the flesh. His breaths are burning your neck, his cock is working you mercilessly, thrust after thrust after rough thrust, as his groans rise to a growl. You release one hand from the counter and put it over his to make him squeeze your breast. You want him to bruise you, want to feel him on your flesh, in the grip of your hungry pussy when you wake up tomorrow - later today. You don't know him, but you want to, you've never felt this way before with anyone, it's never been this easy with anyone, this easy and overwhelming. Fuck, you might even be able to cum again.

You slide your hand down to your sensitive clit, bracing yourself with one arm on the counter, Frankie draping himself over you from behind, fingers roughly pinching your nipple.

"One more for me," he huffs, "that's a good girl."

You cum almost immediately, his praise working wonders for you. As your squelching pussy flutters around him, Frankie's loud moan joins your wail. His hips stutter, then still, and his forehead falls to your shoulder as he catches his breath. You're shivering, parts of you stiff from strange positions and holding on, other parts like jelly. As you draw a trembling breath, you realize that you've dribbled saliva from one corner of your mouth, and you quickly wipe at your chin and slip down from the stool. Your legs almost buckle under you, but Frankie quickly catches hold of you.

"Easy."

"Thanks," you mumble, suddenly a little embarrassed. You've never been good at good-byes after the few one night stands you've had. Your thong chafes, your crotch is soaked, and you're feeling a little uncomfortable as the passion wanes and you're starting to feel the late hour.

Frankie's hand rests on your waist. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you hurry to reassure him, "I'm just... tired. It's late."

"It is." He takes off the condom, ties it up, then looks around for a trash can, finding one a few steps away. Having disposed of the rubber, he tucks himself in, and pulls up his pants.

"I had fun, though," he offers, his voice soft. You're just stepping into your jeans, and as you pull them up, you return his shy smile. Look at that, all raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens again.

"So did I," you reply, meaning it. "I had real fun, I mean... it was really good."

Both of you finish getting dressed in silence, then you do your final checks for the night, cash up, and turn off the lights. Frankie's with you as you lock up, and then you turn to him.

"Well... my car's over there." You point in the general direction of your parked car. Frankie gestures towards it, inviting you to start walking.

"I'll follow you to it. Make sure you're safe and sound."

Such a gentleman. It's half a block on a silent, empty street that you've walked down countless times before, but you don't mind the company, not to mention the gesture.

You yawn widely when you reach your car, and Frankie immediately asks if you're okay to drive.

"Sure," you promise him with a tired smile, "this isn't my first night shift. I don't have a long drive home, anyway."

"I could drive you," he offers, but you just shake your head and shoot him a flirty look.

"Then you'll just want to come up for coffee, and we both know how that story ends."

He chuckles, looking down at the ground. When you reach your car, he looks at you shyly.

"I got two questions before I can let you leave."

"Shoot."

"One: can I kiss you? And two: can I have your number?"

You pout and tilt your head, as if deep in thought.

"Yes to the kiss."

He immediately leans in for a surprisingly sweet kiss that ends way too soon.

"And the number?"

You grin mischievously.

"Come back tomorrow night so I'll know you're for real. Then you'll get my number."

He laughs at that, then stands watch as you get into your car, and drive away.

The next afternoon when you return to work, you find his baseball cap on the counter where the cleaner left it.

Now he definitely has to come back.

[lim-boe]

Shelby's Part 2

Part 1, Part 2

(not my gif^)

Tim Gutterson x afab reader

Justified

Warnings: cursing, references to vomit, drinking

Ch: 2

You and Tim had an eventful conversation about your differing career paths.

“ So is puke the only thing kids do?” Tim said before taking a sip of his fourth beer. 

You shrugged, “ It feels that way sometimes. Do you only point guns at people or is there more to being a Deputy Marshal?” You smirked, already knowing it wasn’t from your brother's short phone calls, but you didn’t like to talk about family. 

You noticed as the night went on Tim seemed to loosen up.

He chuckled and turned his body towards you, feet on your chair’s footrest, elbow on the counter, and a beer in hand, “ I wish, that's the part I’m best at, but there is a surprising amount of paperwork involved in chasing fugitives.”

You mirrored his body language but crossed your legs instead of the half manspread he was doing across from you, “ Yeah I guess that’s where I lucked out,” you chuckled, “ being an art teacher for kids involves almost no paperwork,” you hummed, “although,” and leaned towards him a bit, “ I might trade you for the parent teacher conferences.”

You were obviously more than a little tipsy because as you were sitting back up you muttered  “,but if the dads looked like you I might not mind so much.”

When your brain caught up with your mouth you felt your cheeks heat and you sincerely hoped he did not hear that.

You avoided his eyes by looking at the couple across the bar, but before you knew it Tim was leaning towards you and putting his foot next to yours on your stool. His voice was low when he spoke. “ I wouldn't mind a little one on one with you either.”

…

You ended up staying out much later than intended, talking or rather, flirting, with Tim. You couldn’t tell whether it was going to go anywhere, but looking at the time and your alcohol consumption and realized you would probably need to call a friend to take you home. You texted your friend and luckily enough Ava was a few minutes away. You thanked Tim for his company and you were off. Or at least you tried to be off. As soon as you stood up your head spun a bit and you felt a firm hand on your arm, “ Woah, be careful now. How’s about I walk you outside and we wait for your ride.”

You thought you had less to drink than Tim, so either he had a higher tolerance, or your muddled brain didn’t keep proper count. 

Giggling on your way out of the bar. Tim seemed to find your incoherent babbling and endless giggles quite amusing as he sat you down on a bench outside the establishment.

“ Maybe I shoulda grabbed you some water on our way out to sober you up a bit.”

At that you pouted, “ I am sober.” 

As Tim gave you a slight disapproving glare you burst into a fit of laughter again.

A few minutes later a car pulls up in front of the two of you. Tim was smirking at you as you folded over giggling at something he said when Ava rolled down her window. 

“ Alright yall, you coming or what?”

Tim looks up at her then back at you to confirm that thia was infact your ride. 

“Oh hi, Ava!” you yell a little too loudly for this late at night. 

She rolls her eyes while Tim smiles and helps you to your feet and around to the passengers side. 

“Am I giving you a ride too?” Ava asks as he helps you buckle your seatbelt while you ogle at him standing over you. 

“ No Ma’am, just her,” he says standing back up, “ I can’t leave my car here. Thank you though, and drive safe.”

Tim then directs his attention to you, “ Sleep Well  Darling, I had a good time tonight.”

You smile up at him, “ Me too, bye Tim.” 

You wave as Ava pulls out of the lot and towards your apartment. 

[actualbampot]

Untitled Biker AU WIP

Paring: Cinder Fall/Ruby Rose Trans character with gender-neutral pronouns

Summary: Cinder is an ex-bike gang member trying hard to stay on the straight and narrow. Ruby is a reckless delivery driver on a rickety moped. They collide. Literally. AN: I'm posting a WIP because I'm bored of seeing this unfinished in my docs. Take it, god please. If you want to see art related to this: LINK LINK -

Ruby swallowed down a metallic taste.

She had been to a few bars, sure. Sometimes an in-town local for a solitary sunday lunch between her delivery shifts. Others, a popular spot in the upper-city blaring with colorful strobes and upbeat music. This was a little more…rustic than she was used to.

Ruby glanced at her surroundings. For better or worse, it took a while to notice how the poorly air-conditioned building heightened the stale tinge of old booze. Worn upholstery seats that had undoubtedly suffered more than a few drunken fights were dotted with dubious blotches, while underhand, a mahogany-stained bar top left behind the sticky residue of one too many spilled drinks.

Tinny acoustics drifted from one corner of the room, not sure if she could chalk it up to the ancient-looking jukebox, or if everything was just a little garbled right now. 

All were things that sat somewhere in the backseat of her mind, slotted behind a firm wall of arctic adrenaline, hands and feet pulsing with an aching cold.

Her legs wobbled like viscous jelly, the beginnings of pain springing somewhere in the background, even if she couldn’t quite pinpoint where yet.

Maybe opting against the hospital, and agreeing to jump on the back of the very motorcycle she'd rear-ended wasn’t her finest moment. It was more a question of which one she could afford. 

“Just give me the back room for a few-” "And pay off another peeler to ignore whatever shit you've just walked into my bar again? Do you think I'm made of money?"

Trying not to listen in on the heated conversation went about as successfully as expected: A dive bar in the dead of the afternoon didn’t exactly provide Ruby with many distractions. Trying hard not to listen in she squirmed uncomfortably. The leg that was raw red and exposed between her decimated jeans bounced on the footrest of her bar stool. 

"It’s not like that. Not this time. I know I messed up the -"

"Two-thousand that i'll never see again,” Hissed a woman with an accent so far flung that Ruby was having trouble keeping up, “A bull in a fucking china shop is what you are, Cinder."

"Fine, not in the back- out front. Just till’ she's fixed up, then I'm out of your hair."

The sidelong glance Ruby couldn't help taking saw a thoroughly unimpressed frown as the angry woman shifting her weight, arms crossed. The sheer size of Cinder- that was their name- in comparison to the two others was staggering. 

However it wasn't hard to deduce that this was something of a routine. 

"She just went into the back of me.” Cinder urged, and something told Ruby that these two were not used to hearing the truth. “That’s it, I swear. C'mon C."

Flanking the angry woman who Ruby summarized to be the bar owner, The shortest of the three had stood, silent and assessing up until now. 

Intrinsic ink stretched over broad shoulders and thick arms that were crossed in a similar fashion, blooms of watercolor spinning life among sleeves of flowers and skulls. 

They leaned in, muttering something into the ear of the woman, C, who then looked up, over her shoulder and directly at Ruby, a pinpoint blue glare melting into resignation.  

"I expect money to cross my counter,” C finally announced after a moment, “and then I want you and her out, you hear me?"

-

"Thanks for that, A." Cinder said, and it earned a narrow stare.

“Didn't you rip the centerpiece off the roof,  and beat someone with it last time? On top of that you conveniently forgot to pay your tab before the police arrested you. So no, I didn’t do it for you.”

"Hey, he was a big guy. And I thought you hated that tacky chandelier?”

"I did. But she loved it." Candidness chased a flicker of affection warming in the bartender's eyes, as they watched the owner, C, flitting around the room cleaning tables in an angry frenzy. 

Ruby thought It was kind of endearing.

"Looks like you could do with something stiff."

Ruby snapped to attention when she realized A's statement was directed at her. There was an easy, non-threatening kind charm in their expression that eased the intensity in the room.

Ruby skimmed the menu above the bar. Her orders had forever been whatever tooth-rotting drink was on the menu, typically topped up with so much caffeine that she could feel her hand vibrate on the throttle of her scooter during the drive home.

But perhaps this time the bartender, A, was onto something. Anything to steady her shaking hands sounded good right about now, and considering how much of a mess she must have looked right now it wasn’t like she’d be driving anytime soon.

"Have you maybe got Tilt? Or, uh, Dragon Soop?"

Ice clinked against glass, a low chuckle emanating from the bar stool beside Ruby. A tumbler of rich amber was tipped back between a shrewd, air-chapped grin, drawing Ruby to the warm color of her company's eye, alight with glinting amusement. 

"What?" Ruby grumbled.

When the barstool next to her creaked under a shift of weight- a lot of weight- Ruby was trying not to look at Cinder. Which was very difficult.

“Another old-fashioned, A. And a coke for soft-boiled here.”

“I hate coke.” She didn’t, but she did hate the absolutely crippling loss of control she was experiencing right about now. 

It wasn’t even about crashing her bike anymore. No, that was just the beginning in a string of poor decisions.

 She was no expert, but the kind of patches littered on the leathers of a biker that was as broad as they were intimidating gave away particular gang allegiances, even if Ruby couldn’t be completely sure what most of them meant. 

And of course, she had to T-bone the back of one of them. 

The next was arguably not her fault, and started somewhere around the point she’d been scraped off of the ground, bleary and disorientated. She hadn’t quite realized that instinctually obeying the gruff request of ‘Hold On’ meant that her torso would be pressed to the rider’s chest, or that she’d be bodily carried under her thighs by a single arm.

Ruby didn't remember a lot about the walk other than it feeling like an eternity, not really thinking about the fact that she’d probably hit the ground some ways from wherever her vespa ended up, but that she was clung to a complete stranger like a stupid koala.

From there, it only got worse. 

When she'd been placed on the tail seat of a large cruiser, Ruby remembered the proud throb of a v-twin engine thumping low in her breast.

 An armored glove holding her face had kept her firmly centered while answered a few basic questions among the static.

3 things came to light: She had no money on her, her scroll and wallet were nowhere to be found, and the broad tower of leather above her was utterly intimidating. 

As if bearing the sight of them-of Cinder- *without* all that leather wasn’t bad enough, the fact that it had been thrown around Ruby was even worse. 

That heavy jacket hadn't moved from Ruby’s shoulders since the accident, though the surrounding weight was comforting, holding her together where adrenaline would see her shaken to pieces. Something about the smell eased her nerves too, old leather and tobacco sitting above the cutting smell of engine oil. Ruby was silently glad she hadn’t given it back yet.

“So are you going to tell me your name? Or do I have to wait for the invoice to repair my bike?” “It’s Ruby. And you already know I don’t have any insurance.” Otherwise she’d probably be sitting in A&E right now, not in this sweltering hole in the wall. 

A returned shortly with both drinks, a bottle of coke with the cap intact and a bottle opener passed Ruby. A thin, knowing smile was offered with no prompt for payment before she and Cinder were left alone again.

Ruby didn’t question it and popped the cap anyway, until Cinder chimed in: “In case you think one of us is packing benzo’s.”

“I didn’t think that.” Ruby countered immediately.

“Maybe not, but I can tell that an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people is setting off all sorts of alarms between your ears right now.” 

That she couldn't argue with. 

“C has a temper like a banshee. And A could probably put me in the ground if I deserved it. But they’re good folks. Better than most.”

"Can I..uh..ask about the letter thing?" Ruby said after a moment.

Cinder shrugged, "You can ask."

Ruby didn’t, raising the coke bottle with a trembling hand and taking small, conservative sips. Her stomach was still full of knots, but admittedly the sugar was helping. 

Polishing off a second glass in moments, Cinder sank forward on her stool, a curious, solitary eye burning heat in Ruby’s face. 

She imagined its twin and missing left arm had all met the same fate; A stub at the epicenter of scar tissue consumed the entirety of one side, reaching across from beneath an oil-stained tank to color Cinder's face and chest like a jagged, broken web.

Despite that, Cinder was far, far thicker than Ruby first gave credit for, a stacked physique hidden beneath perforated leather when Ruby's trashed Vespa had been dragged off the road, dumped it on the sidewalk like it weighed nothing. 

The stool next to Ruby made a creak of relief as Cinder stood, and Ruby's eyes nearly bugged out of her head when watching them sink to one knee. The hand around her leg was so large that Ruby’s ankle nearly disappeared under Cinder’s  grip, rippling warmth felt even through her sock. 

Angling Ruby’s leg a little towards the light, it was the first time she’d really acknowledged the state of herself: The road rash looked gruesome, raw red from calf to thigh with gravel and god-knew-what-else was caught in her skin. Her arm stung too, but she’d taken the worst of the fall on one side.

Her jeans hadn’t stood a chance against the road, mangled around her leg as Cinder lifted pieces of it away from her skin with shocking gentleness. It stung like heck, but it wasn’t responsible for making her cheeks warm. 

“Could have been worse.” Cinder commented while Ruby burned under the inspection, “Could have been better.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ruby muttered, in case it came out in any way breathless. Cinder moved her foot, letting the sole of her shoe press on the top of a very broad thigh. Reaching for a back pocket, Ruby stiffened at the click of a pocket knife snapping free from its handle in Cinder's hand. 

If Cinder noticed the tremble in her knee she didn’t react to it. The blade must have been kept sharp, watching as it sheared through the denim with barely a tear until cool metal kissed Ruby’s thigh. 

Cinder leaned forwards, body pressed into the motion of the slice in the absence of another hand to steady the fabric. They smelled just like their jacket, burning oil and smoke with a stronger hit of cologne, grounded and spiced and so good that it made Ruby’s mouth dry up.

A complete stranger had a blade between her legs and she was thinking about everything except how dangerous this whole situation was. Typical.

“It means you scooter drivers end up as a statistic because you think you’re too good to wear some basic gear.”

Pursing her lips together and swallowing hard, Ruby tried to look anywhere that wasn’t the rolling flex of her broad shoulders. “I deliver takeaway for tips. What makes you think I can afford real riding gear?”

“Fine. So what were you doing?" Cinder asked, "Fucking around on your scroll?” Oh god. The way the cuss rolled low off the tongue like it was part of the sentence shouldn’t have been so..so..

"I told you I don't know.” Ruby grimaced, gripping the sides of her stool like a lifeline. “I just- I was distracted."

“The bike goes where it's told to.” 

That was the first lesson the instructors had drilled into her and around half a dozen greenhorns taking their basic motorcycle training. Sure, she’d had some close calls before, a few angry shouts thrown her way when in hindsight, one maneuver or another hadn’t been her smartest move. She’d always scraped through. Barely.

“Must have been one hell of a distraction. I’m pretty hard to miss.”

Cinder’s voice was low and smokey, flashing Ruby a lazy grin that showed a glint of metal teeth. The bridge tracked back from a sharper incisor, probably lost by whatever had claimed the rest of their left side, and it wasn’t attractive, didn’t fill heat in Ruby’s cheeks like a jug. 

"Thought I hit a pothole to be honest." The knife circled just a few inches above the knee, shearing from Ruby's inner-to-outer thigh. "Leg up." Cinder said.

[3katanas]

@thenihilistofthevoid asked: There were rumors flying around about a colleague of his, ones he intended to investigate... Surely it was just slander to put down the competition, but he hadn't been back to the East Blue in a while, the bounties didn't tend to be worth his while... Striding into the bar and simply walking up to the counter, he sat down as his boot spurs clinked on the metal footrest of the stool, it didn't take him long to find his target. "Two beers." He asked the barman, sending one across to the emerald-haired swordsman. "Zoro... We need to have a little chat. It's been a while." Saburo asked, sipping his beer as he still held one revolver in his hand. "There's some fun rumors going around about you, you know." (One Piece Verse)

Fuck. Could this day get any worse? They'd only stopped for supplies in Loguetown before heading to the grandline and yet it seemed trouble was following them everywhere. First, he'd run into a look-alike of her, and now this?

Catching the beer he didn't lift it to his lips. Instead, he leaned back against the bar, bracing one elbow on the worn wood as he turned his full attention to the other hunter. One emerald brow arching even as he took in the revolver in the others hand, annoyingly pointed at him. "Rumors?"

He had a feeling he knew which rumors had drawn the other here, he just wasn't going to admit to them flat out. Not until he knew exactly why the other was here. They could be...unpredictable at times.

[marlowethelibrarian]

😤 a character is offended (or purposely offending)

There's.... so much of Ravi offending people, again in my OCT Round 1. It's absolutely constant.

Ravi ignores them both, in favor of sorting out the beer. They let it roll around on their tongue as they decide- hops forward, very floral, probably about an 8% alcohol content. A stolen moment of calm in this mess. “Are you excited for the tournament?” Scythe wants to know, interrupting the moment. “You have a wish in mind? I’m a contestant too, and I honestly don’t know what I’d want.” That makes Ravi pause, slamming down their beer. “You’re a contestant?” Every nerve in their brain goes on overdrive as they look at her again, giving her the full once over. For all that she’s laughing and smiling and more scantily clad than the street women back home, she has muscle, toned arms and legs, her clothes easy to move in, a dagger’s sheath on her thigh. The tail isn’t like anything Ravi’s seen before. Maybe she’s some kind of tiefling? What kind of resistance does she have to poison? What sort of abilities can she pull out? “Is that such a surprise?” she drawls, a finger twirling in her hair. Ravi turns towards Tenki, betrayed. “You want me to spill my guts in front of the competition?” they say. “Hey,” he says, lifting his hands. “I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal, okay?” They gesture wildly at Scythe. “It’s a big deal!” they say. “She’s competition! What the hell are you trying to pull?” It’s not some sort of info gathering sabotage, is it? What would Tenki have to gain from any of this? Is it just more amusing for the God Eater and her ilk to watch them fail? Tenki frowns. “I’m not trying to pull anything,” he says. “You need to calm down.” The whole bar is staring at them now. Ravi can feel the weight of their gazes on them, their every move scrutinized. “I didn’t think,” Ravi says, heated. “That telling you a story would mean telling the whole bar.” “Woah, woah,” says one of the other women in the crowd. “Hey, don’t shout at Tenki, you’re taking things too far. It’s not a big deal, by the Madame’s teeth.” She reaches for their hand, to tug them down, and they jerk violently backward, nearly falling off their chair. “Don’t touch me!” they snarl. More than anything, they want everyone to stop looking at them, but if they back down now, it’ll give everyone an excuse to pounce. “I’m not here for your entertainment!” “No,” Tenki says idly, his eyes narrowed and watching. “You’re here for my mother’s entertainment.” “Hey go fuck yourself,” Ravi snaps. “And fuck your mom too.” Now that makes Tenki’s eyes flash dangerously, his hand moving to his waistband, as if to draw a weapon. “Oh, Ravi, you should take that back,” he says. Immediately, Ravi slams their hands on the bar, standing on the footrest of the stool, unable to stop themself. “Are you threatening me, mama’s boy?” They demand. “What about the all important tournament?” Tenki draws his fan anyway, and Ravi knows they’ve pushed it too far. In a fit of pique, they grab the rest of their beer and throw it onto Tenki, golden liquid splashing down his thick white hair as they whirl to make a run for it. “Ravi!” Tenki shouts, as their stool slips out from underneath them and they nearly collide into Scythe before- pop! The unmistakable gut wrench of teleportation drops them onto a dirt road, at Scythe’s feet. “Hey!” Scythe exclaims, stumbling at the loss of the counter she was leaning on. “I didn’t do anything!”

[ankit-kushwaha]

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Introduction:

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Supporting Leg Positioning: Reduces strain on your legs and lower back.

Promoting Circulation: Helps prevent numbness and discomfort during long sitting periods.

Enhancing Focus: Comfort leads to better productivity and focus while working.

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Choosing the right bar stool height is critical for both comfort and aesthetics, whether you’re furnishing a home bar, restaurant, or café. This guide will help you understand the different bar stool height standards, ensuring you make an informed decision.

Why Bar Stool Height Matters

Bar stools are not a one-size-fits-all solution. Selecting the right height is essential for:

Comfort: Avoid awkward seating positions or strained legs. Functionality: The wrong height can make eating, drinking, or working at a bar counter inconvenient. Aesthetics: A mismatched stool and counter can disrupt the overall design harmony.

Standard Bar Stool Heights There are four main categories of bar stool heights. Here's how to choose the best one for your space:

Counter Height (24–27 inches):

Ideal for counters or tables 35–39 inches tall. Common in kitchens and casual dining areas. Provides comfortable seating for meals or informal gatherings. Bar Height (28–33 inches):

Designed for bars or counters 40–42 inches high. Perfect for home bars or commercial settings. Often seen in pubs and high-top table arrangements. Extra Tall (34–40 inches):

Suitable for counters 43–47 inches tall. Often used in industrial or custom spaces with elevated counters. Adjustable Height:

Versatile stools with pneumatic or screw mechanisms. Adapt to various counter heights, making them ideal for multi-purpose spaces.

How to Measure for the Right Bar Stool To determine the correct bar stool height:

Measure Your Countertop Height: Start from the floor to the underside of the counter. Subtract 10–12 Inches: This gap ensures adequate legroom and comfort. For example, if your counter is 42 inches high, choose a bar stool with a seat height of 30–32 inches.

Key Features to Consider While height is crucial, other factors contribute to a perfect bar stool choice:

Seat Width: Wider seats offer better comfort for extended seating. Backrest and Footrest: Backrests add support, while footrests improve posture. Material: Wood, metal, or upholstered options each bringing unique durability and style. Swivel Mechanism: Allows for easier movement and access.

Style and Design Tips Matching your bar stools to your décor enhances the overall aesthetic. Some popular design trends include:

Minimalist Metal Frames: Ideal for industrial or modern interiors. Rustic Wooden Stools: Add charm to farmhouse or vintage-inspired settings. Bold Upholstery: Create a focal point in contemporary or eclectic spaces.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

Ignoring Height Standards: Always verify your measurements to prevent discomfort. Overlooking the Number of Stools: Maintain a 6–10-inch gap between stools for elbow room. Neglecting Durability: Choose materials suitable for your usage, especially in high-traffic areas.

Conclusion

Understanding bar stool height standards is the first step in creating a functional and visually appealing space. With the right measurements, features, and design, you can find stools that not only fit your counter but also elevate your interior style.

Take your time to evaluate your needs, and don’t hesitate to explore adjustable options for maximum versatility. Whether for a home kitchen or a bustling bar, the perfect stool awaits!

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Buy Stool Online: A Comprehensive Guide

In today's fast-paced world, the convenience of online shopping has transformed the way we purchase furniture. One of the versatile pieces that can enhance both functionality and aesthetics in your space is the stool. Whether you're looking for extra seating, a decorative accent, or a functional piece for your workspace, buy stool online offers a plethora of options. In this guide, we'll explore the benefits of purchasing stools online, the various types available, and essential tips for making the right choice.

The Benefits of Buying Stools Online

Convenience

One of the primary advantages of buying stools online is the convenience it offers. You can shop from the comfort of your home, eliminating the need to travel to multiple stores. Online shopping allows you to browse a vast selection of stools at any time of day or night. This flexibility is particularly beneficial for those with busy schedules.

Variety of Options

Online retailers typically offer a wider range of styles, materials, and designs compared to physical stores. Whether you’re looking for modern, rustic, or traditional designs, online platforms can cater to your specific tastes. You can also explore different colors, finishes, and sizes to find the perfect stool that fits your decor.

Easy Comparison

Shopping online allows you to easily compare prices, features, and customer reviews. This transparency can help you make informed decisions, ensuring that you choose the best stool for your needs. Many websites also provide filtering options, enabling you to narrow down your search based on price range, material, and style.

Delivery Options

Most online stores offer various delivery options, including home delivery and curbside pickup. This added convenience means you can have your new stool delivered directly to your door, saving you the hassle of transportation. Additionally, many retailers provide assembly services, allowing you to enjoy your purchase without the stress of putting it together yourself.

Types of Stools to Consider

Bar Stools

Bar stools are a popular choice for kitchen islands and home bars. They come in various heights, typically ranging from 24 to 30 inches. When choosing bar stools, consider the height of your countertop or bar to ensure a comfortable fit. Look for options with footrests for added comfort during long periods of sitting.

Counter Stools

Similar to bar stools, counter stools are designed for use with standard kitchen counters. They usually have a height of 24 inches and provide a casual seating option for dining areas. Counter stools are often available in a range of styles, from sleek modern designs to classic wooden options.

Folding Stools

Folding stools are a practical choice for those with limited space. They can be easily stored away when not in use and are perfect for events or gatherings. Look for lightweight models that are easy to carry and set up. Folding stools can come in various styles, including padded seats for added comfort.

Accent Stools

Accent stools serve as stylish decor elements while providing additional seating. These stools often feature unique designs, vibrant colors, or intricate patterns. They can be placed in living rooms, bedrooms, or hallways, adding a pop of style to your space. Accent stools can also double as side tables, making them versatile additions to your home.

Storage Stools

Storage stools combine functionality with style. These stools typically have a hollow interior that can be used for storing items like blankets, books, or toys. They are ideal for small spaces, helping you keep your area tidy while also providing a place to sit.

Tips for Buying Stools Online

Measure Your Space

Before making a purchase, measure the area where you intend to place the stool. Consider the height, width, and depth to ensure it fits comfortably without overcrowding the space. If you're buying multiple stools, leave enough room for movement and accessibility.

Check Product Reviews

Reading customer reviews can provide valuable insights into the quality and comfort of the stools you're considering. Look for reviews that mention the stool's durability, ease of assembly, and overall satisfaction to gauge whether it meets your expectations.

Consider Material and Style

The material of the stool plays a crucial role in its durability and appearance. Common materials include wood, metal, plastic, and upholstered options. Choose a style that complements your existing decor while also considering the stool's intended use.

Review Return Policies

Before finalizing your purchase, check the return policy of the online store. A flexible return policy can give you peace of mind, ensuring that you can return or exchange the stool if it doesn't meet your expectations.

Conclusion

Buying stools online can be a rewarding experience, offering convenience, variety, and the ability to find the perfect piece for your space. By understanding the different types of stools available and following the tips provided by Sarita Handa, you can make an informed decision that enhances your home’s functionality and style. So, explore your options and find the ideal stool that meets your needs today!

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5 Must-Have Furniture Pieces for Trendy Cafes in Canada

Cafes in Canada are known for their inviting atmospheres, cozy seating arrangements, and unique interior designs. Whether you're opening a new cafe or revamping an existing one, choosing the right furniture is crucial to creating a space that customers will love. In this article, we will explore the must-have furniture pieces that every trendy cafe should consider, especially when aiming to stay competitive in the ever-evolving restaurant scene. From seating options to functional accents, we've got you covered with the essentials that combine style and functionality.

1. Comfortable and Stylish Chairs

When it comes to seating, comfort is key. Customers often spend long periods of time in cafes, whether working remotely, meeting friends, or simply enjoying a meal. Comfortable and stylish chairs are a necessity, and they come in various materials such as wood, metal, and upholstered fabric.

In trendy cafes, sleek and modern designs are popular. Look for options that are not only visually appealing but also durable. Stackable chairs are also great for cafes with limited space, allowing flexibility in seating arrangements. Restaurant furniture in Canada often focuses on durability due to the high customer turnover in cafes.

2. Functional and Aesthetic Tables

Tables play an essential role in any cafe setting. The table design you choose will impact the overall look and feel of your space. For a trendy cafe, mix-and-match table styles often add a contemporary touch. Consider different sizes—small, intimate tables for couples, and larger communal tables for groups.

Wooden tables are a popular choice for cafes as they provide warmth, while metal or glass tables lend a more modern and industrial feel. Restaurant furniture in Canada also often incorporates easy-to-clean surfaces to keep up with the fast-paced environment.

3. Booths for Privacy

Booths provide customers with a sense of privacy and comfort, making them a must-have in trendy cafes. These cozy seating options are perfect for groups or individuals who want a bit of seclusion. In busy cafes, booths help maximize seating space without crowding the floor.

When designing booths, consider upholstered seating that matches the overall aesthetic of the cafe. Adding stylish lighting above or around booths can further enhance their appeal.

4. Bar Stools for Counter Seating

Many cafes have counters or bars where customers can sit and enjoy a quick drink or snack. Bar stools are essential in these areas, and they should be comfortable yet stylish. Look for stools with a footrest for added comfort and choose materials like metal or wood to complement the cafe’s design theme.

Bar seating is ideal for customers who prefer a more casual experience, and it’s also a space-saving solution in smaller cafes. Restaurant furniture in Canada often emphasizes multi-functional designs that work well in various seating configurations.

5. Outdoor Seating Options

If your cafe has outdoor space, maximizing it with outdoor furniture is a great way to attract more customers, especially during warmer months. Outdoor seating not only adds to the cafe’s capacity but also creates a welcoming atmosphere for people who prefer open-air dining.

Consider weather-resistant materials like wicker, metal, or treated wood when selecting outdoor furniture. These materials withstand Canada’s varied climate while maintaining aesthetic appeal. Outdoor chairs and tables should be easy to move and store during inclement weather.

Why Choose Us:

At northern-interiors.ca, we specialize in providing high-quality, stylish, and durable restaurant furniture in Canada. Here’s why you should choose us:

Expert Craftsmanship: Our furniture is designed and crafted by experts to ensure top-notch quality.

Durable Materials: We use materials that withstand the wear and tear of everyday cafe life.

Trendy Designs: Our collection reflects the latest trends in cafe and restaurant furniture, helping you stay ahead of the curve.

Customizable Options: We offer customizable furniture solutions to suit your unique cafe design.

Excellent Customer Service: From selecting the right pieces to delivery, we are with you every step of the way.

Conclusion

When setting up a trendy cafe in Canada, the right furniture can make all the difference. From comfortable chairs and functional tables to cozy booths and stylish bar stools, each piece plays a role in creating a welcoming environment for your customers. Don’t forget to optimize outdoor seating to enhance the overall dining experience. At northern-interiors.ca, we are committed to helping you choose the best restaurant furniture in Canada that balances style, comfort, and durability. Visit our website today to explore our wide range of options tailored to meet your cafe’s needs.

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How to Choose Between Counter Stools and Restaurant Chairs for Your Space

The heart of any restaurant, bar, or cafe lies in its ambiance. A significant contributor to this ambiance is the seating. From the moment customers step in, the chairs and stools they encounter set the tone for their experience. This is where the perfect blend of restaurant chairs and counter stools comes into play.

Restaurant Chairs: The Foundation of Comfort

Restaurant chairs are more than just furniture; they are an integral part of the dining experience. They should be comfortable, stylish, and durable to withstand the rigors of daily use. Consider the overall aesthetic of your establishment when selecting chairs. A modern bistro might opt for sleek, minimalist designs, while a rustic pub could benefit from warm, leather-clad chairs.

Comfort is Key: Ensure chairs offer adequate back support and cushioning for long dining sessions.

Style Matters: Choose chairs that complement your restaurant's decor and create a cohesive look.

Durability is Essential: Invest in chairs made from high-quality materials that can withstand heavy use.

Counter Stools: Adding Flair to Your Bar Area

Counter stools are the backbone of any bar or kitchen counter. They should be not only functional but also visually appealing. The right counter stools can transform a simple counter into a stylish focal point.

Height is Crucial: The height of your counter stools should complement the height of your counter for optimal comfort.

Style and Design: Consider the overall style of your bar area when selecting counter stools. Sleek metal stools might suit a modern setting, while wooden stools could add warmth to a traditional space.

Footrests and Backrests: Look for stools with footrests and backrests for added comfort and support.

The Perfect Match: Restaurant Chairs and Counter Stools

While restaurant chairs and counter stools serve different purposes, they should complement each other to create a harmonious look. Consider the following tips for achieving the perfect match:

Color Coordination: Use a consistent color palette for both chairs and stools to create a unified look.

Material Harmony: Choose materials that complement each other. For example, leather chairs paired with wood counter stools can create a classic and inviting atmosphere.

Style Consistency: Maintain a consistent style throughout your establishment to create a cohesive ambiance.

At Your Bar Stools, we understand the importance of choosing the right seating for your business. Our extensive collection of restaurant chairs and counter stools offers a wide range of styles, materials, and finishes to suit any taste and budget. We are committed to providing exceptional quality and customer service to help you create the perfect dining experience for your patrons.

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Outdoor Cafe Furniture: Weather-Resistant Options for Your Patio

When setting up a coffee shop, one of the most crucial aspects to consider is the choice of cafe furniture. The right furniture can transform your cafe into a welcoming and cozy space where customers want to linger. Whether you’re starting a new cafe or revamping an existing one, selecting the right furniture is key to your cafe's success. This blog will guide you through the essentials of cafe furniture, helping you make the best choices for your establishment.

The Importance of Cafe Furniture

Cafe furniture isn't just about providing a place to sit; it's about creating an atmosphere that reflects your brand's identity and caters to your customers' needs. The right mix of tables, chairs, and accessories can make a significant difference in the overall vibe of your cafe.

Comfort is Key

When it comes to cafe furniture, comfort should always be a priority. Comfortable seating encourages customers to stay longer, potentially increasing their spend. Padded chairs, supportive backs, and spacious tables contribute to a relaxed environment where patrons can enjoy their coffee and conversation.

Reflecting Your Cafe's Theme

The furniture you choose should complement the overall theme and decor of your cafe. Whether you’re aiming for a modern minimalist look, a rustic vintage vibe, or a cozy homey feel, your furniture should enhance that style. For instance, industrial-style cafes might opt for metal and wood combinations, while a bohemian cafe might use eclectic, colorful seating.

Essential Pieces of Cafe Furniture

When furnishing a cafe, there are several key pieces to consider. Each serves a specific purpose and contributes to the overall functionality and aesthetics of your space.

Cafe Tables

The centerpiece of any cafe, tables come in various shapes, sizes, and materials. Round tables encourage social interaction, while square or rectangular tables are ideal for maximizing space. Materials like wood, metal, and glass each offer a different look and feel, so consider what best fits your cafe's aesthetic.

Cafe Chairs

Chairs are where comfort meets style. From cushioned armchairs to simple wooden stools, your choice of chairs should reflect the ambiance you want to create. It's also important to consider durability and ease of maintenance, especially in a high-traffic environment like a cafe.

Bar Stools

For cafes with a bar or counter, bar stools are a must. These should be comfortable yet stylish, offering a casual seating option for customers who prefer a quick stopover. Adjustable height stools and those with footrests can add an extra layer of comfort.

Choosing the Right Materials for Cafe Furniture

The materials used in your cafe furniture not only affect the aesthetics but also the durability and maintenance requirements. Here’s a breakdown of popular materials used in cafe furniture:

Wood

Wood is a timeless choice that adds warmth and charm to any space. It's versatile and can be finished in various stains and paints to match your decor. However, wood requires regular maintenance to keep it looking its best.

Metal

Metal furniture offers a sleek, modern look and is incredibly durable. It’s resistant to wear and tear, making it a great option for busy cafes. Metal can be cold and impersonal on its own, so pairing it with wood or cushions can soften its appearance.

Upholstery

For cafes that prioritize comfort, upholstered furniture is an excellent choice. It offers a cozy and inviting feel, perfect for customers who want to sit and relax for a while. However, upholstered furniture requires more upkeep, especially in a setting where spills are common.

Arranging Your Cafe Furniture

How you arrange your cafe furniture can significantly impact the flow and feel of your space. Consider the following tips to optimize your layout:

Maximizing Space

Efficient use of space is crucial in a cafe setting. Arrange tables and chairs in a way that maximizes seating without making the space feel cramped. Use smaller tables for solo customers or couples and larger communal tables for groups.

Creating a Flow

Your cafe should have a natural flow that guides customers from the entrance to the counter, and finally to their seat. Avoid placing furniture in a way that obstructs walkways or creates bottlenecks. Ensure there’s ample space between tables for easy movement.

Incorporating Different Seating Areas

Consider creating distinct seating areas to cater to different customer needs. For example, you might have a cozy corner with armchairs for those who want to relax, communal tables for group meetings, and bar seating for quick visits. This variety can make your cafe more versatile and appealing to a broader audience.

Enhancing Your Cafe with Accessories

Accessories play a crucial role in tying together the look and feel of your cafe. Items like cushions, rugs, and lighting can enhance comfort and add a personal touch to your space.

Lighting

The right lighting can transform your cafe's ambiance. Warm, soft lighting creates a cozy atmosphere, while brighter lighting can make your cafe feel lively and energetic. Pendant lights, table lamps, and string lights are popular choices in cafes.

Cushions and Throws

Adding cushions and throws to your seating areas can make your cafe feel more homely and comfortable. Choose colors and patterns that complement your overall theme to create a cohesive look.

Why Choose RK Designs Store for Your Cafe Furniture?

At RK Designs Store, we understand the importance of creating the perfect environment for your cafe. Our wide range of cafe furniture is designed to suit various themes, ensuring that you find the perfect match for your space. Whether you're looking for durable tables, stylish chairs, or comfortable bar stools, we have it all. Our furniture is crafted from high-quality materials, ensuring longevity and ease of maintenance.

Conclusion: Transform Your Cafe with the Perfect Furniture

Choosing the right cafe furniture is essential to creating a space that not only looks great but also makes your customers feel comfortable and welcome. From selecting the right materials to arranging your furniture strategically, every detail matters. At RK Designs Store, we offer a diverse selection of cafe furniture that combines style, comfort, and durability. Visit our website today to explore our collection and take the first step toward transforming your cafe.

Ready to enhance your cafe's ambiance? Explore our collection at RK Designs Store and find the perfect cafe furniture for your space!

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Best Small Cafe Design Ideas with High Quality Bentwood Bar Stools

The background of cafes is incredibly competitive and, therefore, one must focus on the design of a comfortable space. One can do this by carefully designing the cafe especially for those that occupy limited space in hopes of maximising what little space is available. Here, you will discover how it is possible to revamp your cafe and make people approach it eager to spend their time in comfort with the help of top quality bentwood bar stools in Australia, as the essential equipment of a modern cafe.

Space Optimization

Small cafe areas present some design challenges. They must provide many seats without sacrificing comfort or the look and feel of the place. Bentwood bar stools are stylish and space-saving seating solutions meant for use in areas with limited space like counter spaces or small dining areas. Their thin build makes them space savers since they let you fit more patrons into a limited area without feeling crowded.

Versatile Seating Arrangements

The kind of seating that bentwood bar stools offer is one of the benefits since they can be arranged in many ways. They can be easily integrated with different kinds of tables starting with high top tables, to the communal tables and even along the bar counters. This makes it possible to achieve multi-formatted seating arrangement depending on the preferred number of people to be seated either singly, in twos, or in groups.

Comfortable Seating Experience

Even if the bentwood bar stools look rather simple, they can be comfortable to use and still have a stylish appearance. The seats are curved and contoured. They are comfy for long stays and convenient for patrons. Further, some models are equipped with footrests to help customers feel more comfortable when dining rather than sitting uncomfortably.

Timeless Elegance

Due to their gracefully curved appearance, bentwood bar stools naturally blend seamlessly with the furnishing of any cafe environment. They can be considered classic with a touch of modernity. They are suitable for almost any interior, from the country house and a loft to minimalism and Scandinavia. The natural wood finishes will create a warm atmosphere inviting for coffee with friends. Painted ones will provide a more minimalistic look. But, bentwood bar stools will always bring a touch of sophistication to your cafe space.

Durability and Quality

Bentwood bar stools are among the best to invest in since they are durable makes them ideal for use in your cafe. Many stools are made from steam-bent beechwood or birchwood. They are designed to be very durable to stand up to the stress of commercial use. Their high quality and tight workmanship also help keep them enduring. They last for many years, especially when in direct contact with lots of traffic.

Customization Options

Moving further towards cafe customization, it is also a good idea to read up on how you can personalise your bentwood bar stools. Some manufacturers also offer a choice of finishes, colours, and upholstery. You can pick the ones that match your style and the company's branding. You can choose a natural or finished wooden look, a bright shade, or your cafe's menu or logo's colour. Customization leads to a nice cafe.

Final Words

High quality bentwood bar stools for small cafe designs are perfect additions . as they save space, provide universality, comfort, and aesthetic look along with longevity. We pay great attention to these beautiful seats. We choose the most fitting designs to complement your cafe. They ensure a comfy and good ambiance. Patrons can relax, enjoy, and socialise. They can savour their cafe moments.

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