#but she would only get the sugar free flavors

[nebulatrifid]

I don't really know how to make the current me happy, but I do know how to make the child me happy, and I honestly think that's sometimes enough.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

dress - m. murdock

a/n: i am not proud of this in the way that i will not be claiming it when i am judged by god. warnings: SMUT like real sex!!! dom!matt, p in v smut, matt has a thing for talking in bed, MATT BEING A TEASE!!! many nicknames, pining, praise with slight degradation, fluff here and there, tipsy reader and matt, i'm sure i'm missing one or two word count: 3.3k summary: ten months of yearning wears you and matt down to desperation. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: dress - taylor swift "say my name and everything just stops/i dont want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off."

Foggy is so mad at him.

You’re a good employee, a great employee even! You’re dedicated to your job, and you bake in your free time, so you bring in all sorts of treats—Homemade bagels, donuts, cookies—His favorite are your cinnamon chai sugar cookies you make.

You’re intelligent, well-spoken, and good at explaining the issues that you run into. And you’re funny, Foggy would argue, you have incredible timing and wit. You always buy a round at Josies. You are an amazing employee and friend, and Foggy adores you.

So why, pray tell, must Matt feel the need to have you?

He won’t say it out loud, not to Karen, not to Maggie, not to Foggy, and certainly not you. But he’s entranced by you. He loves the sound of your voice as you explain things, he loves that your heart always skips a beat whenever you’re about to deliver a one liner that will crack everyone else up, he loves that when you bake, you always make things all naturally out of desire to make the best dessert you possibly can. But most of all?

He loves that your heart rate picks up whenever he enters the room.

You, on the other hand, are pretty much fascinated by Matt Murdock. You love the sound of his laughter, you love his hands, you love his charm, you love that you can see a chain around his neck when the day dwindles and he loosens his tie, and Jesus H Christ, you love that baritone.

So, it’s safe to say you’ve both been smitten since the first day you met each other.

Yet, you spend ten months cruelly dancing around your attraction for each other.

He’s hesitant to want you in any context, he’s your boss, he’s fucking Daredevil!

By then you know—Mostly accidentally on purpose. All his usual people are out of town or busy, so when he gets stabbed, he has nowhere else to go. He winds up climbing into your window, scaring the ever-living shit out of you. It’s not how he wanted to tell you about his alter ego, but he knows he can trust you.

And you hate the site of blood and gore, so you struggle to patch him up that night. And it makes your heart ache, all the ways he hurts from his nighttime hobby. And he decides right then and there that he can’t have you, not now. Not knowing how much you would—and really, will—worry about him.

So, he buries his want in other people that have no real meaning to him. He even goes on a second date with some of them. One of them even comes to visit him in the office to have lunch.

It makes you jealous to the point where you need to take a walk to dwindle your desire to go back into the office and beg on your hands and knees for her to leave so you can have him. What happens instead is that you go get a pumpkin chai latte and take it back to the office, sitting and keeping to yourself, even when the girl comes out of his office giggling as he stands in the doorway as she leaves.

He smells the pumpkin from his office, and it drives him wild. Just from how quietly you dwell in your jealousy, as you mask it with your favorite fall flavors.

He breaks up with the girl the next day.

• • •

And a week later, he gets his official invitation to Marci and Foggy’s wedding—A big to do, full of family, friends and coworkers that make it a real party. Matt will be Foggy’s best man. You and Karen aren’t in the wedding party, as you were good friends with both the bride and groom, but Karen wanted to make sure at least one of them was focused on the firm, and you hated to be the center of attention. So, you shared your love from a few aisles back.

You had gone shopping with Marci for your dress, Karen too. You enjoyed spending time with them—While you had made friends with them easily, prior friends had never really come easy to you.

It was nice to be wanted.

But they had insisted on you trying to find different dresses that made you look amazing. And for the most part, the dresses made you sort of uncomfortable. They revealed too much or revealed too little.

And then you came across this red satin dress. It hugs your curves in all the right way, and it makes you look good. It makes you feel good. You have these perfect black heels to wear with them, and then Karen says it.

“You know, Matt kind of has a thing about textures. He loves silk and satin.” Your face burns. Of course, he does. Why wouldn’t he? He can hear people's heartbeats, tell when they’re lying, why wouldn’t he be keen on nice textures?

“Karen Page, are you insisting I should by this dress to impress a man?” You laugh just to escape your nerves.

“No! But it can’t hurt! It’s not like he’s bringing a date—” She turns to Marci. “He’s not bringing a date, right?” she asks quickly. It makes her laugh.

“No, Murdock RVSP’ed for one.”  You look at yourself in the mirror again, thinking it over. And over. And over. Then you turn to your friends again, and nod.

“Alright. Alright, I’ll get it.” You grin, “And y’know.. Karen’s right, It can’t make the situation any worse.”

“You know what you need now? Good lingerie for after—” Your face is red again at your friend’s comment.

“Shut up, Marci!” You whine, heading back to the dressing room to get changed.

• • •

Matt is sitting with Foggy and his brothers, enjoying a glass of scotch before the ceremony when someone knocks on the door.

And somehow, he’s not shocked to hear your nervous heartbeat when the door opens.

“Hey Fog, Karen said you had scissors—Can I borrow ‘em quick? There’s a tag on this dress I forgot to take off and it’s impossible to reach—”

“Yes, Absolutely, and you know who would be great at helping you? Matt. An incredible knack for… Cutting things.” It’s a poor attempt to get the two of you alone, yet Foggy hands you the scissors and pushes you and Matt outside the room.

“My rooms only two doors down.” He explains, taking your hand in his and leading you there.

After finding out about his super senses, it became clear that he was more than capable of finding his way through places he’s stayed, and that he’s privy to a lot more information than people would give him credit for.

So here you are. In Matt Murdock’s hotel room. A tag itching at your back, with you unable to grab it.

“I’m just gonna—” He awkwardly reaches to the top of your dress, and you just move the hair from your neck and try to ease his anxiety.

“Just go for it, Matt. I don’t care, it’s just annoying.” You promise. And he does.

He folds the top of your dress the best he can and its only enough for the scissors to almost grab the tag without him sticking his hand down your dress. He hesitates for a second before exhaling deeply.

Then, he leans down towards your back, and scrunches the material enough so that he can reach the tag and bites the tag off.

You can feel his other hand on your hip. His hot breath on your back. He hears your heart jump as your breath becomes shaky. He wonders how bad it would be for him to skip the wedding and take you right here, in this room.

He plucks the tag from his teeth and smooths out your dress, as you let go of your hair. He feels this raw need for you.

And you feel it too. Yet he pulls away, taking a step back from you.

“We should get to the ceremony.” he said, trying to catch his breath. He yearns for you, in a way that anyone else would laugh at. It’s the type of yearning you read about in Jane Austen novels. That is the level that Matt longs to touch you. It’s desperation.

“Yeah...” You say softly, trying to recover from what just happened. You drop him back off at Foggy’s suite and head back to the hall, hoping to find Karen and put the moment behind you. And that’s just what happens. You watch the ceremony, and it’s gorgeous. You’re thrilled for Marci and Foggy, and it elates you that they put together such a beautiful ceremony.

And yet, you can’t take your eyes off Matt and how good he looks. He stands tall, and he really does look good. It makes it kind of hard to focus. It makes it really hard to focus. And you think about this all the way through their first dance song, through dinner, through cake and through all the cheesy wedding traditions Foggy insisted on.

You have a few drinks but eventually it all becomes too much, and you take a minute outside of the hall and into the cold air. And you’re thinking about Matt.

“You’re gonna catch a cold out here.”

Speak of the devil.

You turn back to him and smile.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You say, and he hums. It’s the alcohol in both of your systems, it’s why neither of you run when you say it.

“Same goes for you, sweetheart.” He takes off his coat and wraps it around your shoulders. You note the silky texture of the inside of the jacket. It pushes you further.

“Why do we insist on playing this game? Why do we watch each other go after people who we don’t want when all we want is each other?”

He takes a moment to answer. Because in truth, he’s sure he could tell you why, he could discuss all of the horrible things that have happened to him, and you could share the same sort of stories about your own life. You could sit there and dissect past traumas for hours.

But that’s not really what you’re asking.

“I don’t know...” He says softly. His hands find themselves on your hips, and he rubs small circles into the fabric. “Satin?” You hum, melting at his touch. “Words, pretty girl. You know I like hearing your voice.”

“Satin.” You confirm, your breath catching.

“There she is...” He hums, and leans in. You feel his breath against your lip, and you take it upon yourself to close the gap between the two of you.

It’s soft, full of this hesitation because despite all the flirting, you’re still unsure of yourself. He quickly eases these fears as his hands move and you find his arms wrapped around your torso. He deepens the kiss, and you both lean into it. It becomes more desperate after that.

Your hands find their way to his hair, and you fiddle with the ends, unwilling to break the kiss, even if it means air. He breaks the kiss for a second, only to come back to your lips with more passion, biting your bottom lip, before slipping his tongue into your mouth, taking the more aggressive approach.

And you can’t take it anymore. You need him. You pull away from him, pant softly before kissing his jaw gently.

“Take me to your room.” You request. He obliges.

You find yourself taking off your heels as soon as you get in, your feet aching as you walk further into the room. The context is much different than it was this afternoon—And it makes you nervous.

Matt comes up from behind you and places his hands on your arms, rubbing them gently, before kissing your shoulder.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be gentle with you...” He says softly. You hum before he continues, “Or do you... want me to be rough with you?” he asks teasingly, landing a quick bite onto your shoulder. You make a noise of surprise and turn to him.

“You’re a tease, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.” He begins to loosen his tie, eventually forcing it off and then starting to unbutton his shirt. You begin to help him with this task, eventually getting it all the way unbuttoned. Then you gently push him back against the bed and he laughs, falling onto it.

He thinks it’s cute. Until you sit above him, your dress hiking a bit. You lean down to kiss him as his hands find their way to the back of your thighs, and begin to move up and down, just being the tease, he is.

You whine into the kiss, and it just makes him chuckle further, before flipping the pair of you over, then planting a kiss on your neck.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Needy from just a few kisses?” He slips off his shirt as he continues to kiss you. One hand remains on your thigh, travelling up your thigh, eventually finding your panties.

“Mhm...” You hum, your hands wrapping around his neck again to play with his hair.

“Talk to me, sweet girl...” he says softly before he continues his assault on your neck.

“Matt…” You hum. “You know, I only—” Then his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing gentle circles, just teasing you with his fingers. It turns him from tease to cruel. You let out a moan, and he only tuts in disappointment.

“Keep talking or you won’t get anything from me.” He tells you, before continuing to tease you. His fingers begin to work on your folds. You try your best to focus. He takes off your panties and throws them on the ground somewhere.

“Only bought this dress for you... Thought you might like it...” You gasp again as he slips a finger into you, “Fuck—Thought it would make you do something about it.” In fairness, it got the reaction you had only hoped for in your wildest dreams. It makes him chuckle against your skin.

“Only got this pretty little dress for me to touch you like this?” He adds another finger and starts to move. When you don’t answer, too busy getting lost in his fingers, he bites your shoulder again. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes! God, yes…” You respond. He hums in approval, continuing to curl his fingers inside of you. It only takes a few minutes before you can feel yourself near the edge of an orgasm. “Matt… Baby, please...”

“C’mon, sweet girl... I’ve got you, let go...” And it’s enough to make you, cumming all over his fingers. He lets you ride out your high, out of breath. He kisses your neck again before bringing his fingers up to his lips, tasting your juices. “Sweet girl, still.” He smirks. Your heart skips a beat. He chuckles. Then he continues, “Did so good for me, sweetheart... Wanna keep going?” He asks.

“Yes, please... Wanna feel you inside me...” you confess.

“You want me to fill you up and stretch you out, pretty girl?” You should know better by now, but you just hum in response, gaining another bite to your shoulder. “Try again.”

“Yes... I want you so badly, Matt, please... I’ve been dreaming about it for months now,” You confess, “Need you...”  He seems satisfied by this, and moves back, helping you sit up.

“Well then, we’ll need to get this pretty dress off you.” He says, his fingers working to take off his belt. Your fingers run over his chest. It’s all he can do not to rip the dress off, but he knows how much it means to you and how much it could’ve cost. So, instead, he slips the dress off you and feels you shiver against him. Still so nervous. He tosses the dress in the general direction of his suitcase, so it doesn’t sit on the floor. He leans in and starts pressing kisses to your chest, his hands reaching up to your bra and unclasping it. He throws it with much less care than the dress.

He keeps kissing down your torso as he lays you back on the bed, your hands going again to his hair.

“How come it’s fair that I’m fully naked, and you still have pants on?” You ask. It makes him laugh, and he stands straight again.

“Fair enough,” he says, taking them off. And then goes his boxers. Before you can stare at him, he’s on top of you again, kissing you deeply. You can feel his cock resting against your fold and it makes you moan into the kiss. He pulls away for just a second before asking, “Is this, okay? You’ll stop me if it’s too much?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you.” You respond. He smiles at your words.

“Perfect. Perfect, pretty girl...” He hums as he begins to kiss your shoulders and the top of your chest, before slipping inside of you. You let out a moan, and he groans as well, taking a few minutes to take all of you in. It feels amazing. He begins to move inside of you as he brings you in for another kiss. When he pulls away, he’s talking, “Been thinking about this for... Fuck, so long...” He groans. “Been dreaming of this perfect pussy and how good it would feel around me…” He says, and it elicits a shaky moan from you.

“Faster, please...” You request, and he obliges, picking up the pace. You’ve been thinking about this for a long time too. You never imagined he’d be so controlling about the whole thing. It works you up almost as much as how vocal he is.

He leaves bites and marks down your chest as he pulls you closer to him, knowing he won’t last much longer. He feels you tighten around him and makes another demand, “Tell me how badly you want to cum, and I’ll let you.” He says this before planting a rather contrasting soft kiss to your ear.

“Please... Please, Matt, Fuck... I need to cum all over your cock... Wanna feel so good, baby...” You moan, your fingers pulling on his hair. It excites you when he moans. “And I want you to cum inside me... Fill me up, Baby, please...” You beg. He’s happy with it for now, but he knows he’ll want to hear more another time.

“C’mon, sweet girl. Cum for me…” He pants, and it’s all you need before you let yourself come undone around his cock. He continues thrusting for a few minutes, letting you ride out your high, before cumming himself, and you moan at the feeling. He lays against you for a few minutes, trying to recover, and it’s then that you notice he’s shaking.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly, brushing his hair out of his face. He looks at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. He laughs at your question.

“I’m great... You’re just... amazing...” he says honestly, kissing your shoulder one more time. “Perfect, pretty girl...” He praises. “My perfect girl...” It makes you shudder. He stays like this for a moment more before kissing you softly. Then, he sits up and goes to get a towel to clean the both of you up. And then, he’s back in bed with you. He pulls you close as you both recover from what just happened.

“I wasn’t lying,” You start, “I’ve been thinking about you for months. You’re all I’ve wanted for so long...” You confess. He kisses your head and pulls you closer.

“Me too... I was too much of an idiot to tell you though. Almost let you get away.”

“You got me.” You affirm. He hums and begins to rub all too familiar circles into your hips with his thumbs.

“And now I just want you more.”

The feeling is mutual.

[precisionbattlesystem]

The Witch hated dolls.

They were abhorrent, wretched, imperfected pieces of flesh made to be perfect porcealin puppets.

The thought of owning one disgusted the Witch, Amber. The ichor of a Witch only deserved to be loved by the ichor of another equal.

So when her Coven bestowed a doll that lost its Witch in a conflict with the local militia and Hunters, Amber was moritified.

What mortified Amber even more was that Amber loved it.

The doll would crack the worst of puns and jokes, as if that was its purpose alone.

The doll always had a goofy smile permanently painted across its lips, as if it was a doll of a different nature.

The doll was also beautiful. Long brown hair that draped over the doll’s chest, as if a curtain that hid the indecent bits of the dolls chest. Cool and soothing hazel eyes that were understanding and calculating.

But the worst part of all?

The doll was capable. They were a combat doll, trained in the way of the sword. That was their true purpose. And it showed.

Amber hated her doll. How the doll was now her better half. Resentment drove her to making the dolls life worse. Baking cookies with salt instead of sugar for the doll. Dulling the doll’s blades. And silence after the doll would always say, every night, “This one loves you!” Each with a growing desperation that yearned for a response that didn’t come.

The doll’s heart broke and it expressed its discontent for the first time, which both surprised the Witch and brought her relief. Amber deserved such hatred from her doll. Amber couldn’t argue otherwise.

They kept up the appearance of doll and witch for a decade longer. The doll performed and behaved for their witch in public, but behind closed doors, they stayed as far as they could from one another, sometimes even cursing each other out before both turned in for the night, crying themselves to sleep.

The King’s spies eventually found the Witch while the doll was out, doing a grocery run, getting the Witch’s most hated flavor of tea.

The doll pushed its way through the crowd and saw an executioner hold an axe in his hand, leveled with its witch’s head. The Witch cried out before the climax of the moment, “Wait! Can I have one final request?”

The King gave a solemn nod, a bit hesitant.

The Witch cleared her throat, “Please tell my Doll, I am sorry. I always loved her dearly, but I never could bring myself to say it. I was jealous of her, and her perfection. I wish… things could have turned out differently,”

The King laughed, which the crowd laughed along boisteriously, save for one. “A Witch with regret? Maybe that’s why you deserve to die! I will not do such a thing! Dolls deserve to be used and thrown away! Executioner! Kill her!”

The Executioner rolled his shoulders back, the Witch could hear an audible pop from the Executioner’s shoulders. They raised the axe above the Witch’s head and swung downwards.

The Witch closed her eyes waiting for the end when she heard the King exclaim.

“Stop her!”

A clash of metal echoed throughout the execution square, the doll took care of its weapon. The executioner did not.

The sword caught a nick in the axe and cleaved cleanly through the dull blade, the axe head soaring away from the platform, possibly into the head of an unsuspecting spectator.

“It awaits your orders, my witch,” The doll kneeled before its Witch, the executioner stumbling back, dumbfounded.

The crowd began to erupt in boos and jeers. Soldiers left the King’s side to stop this jailbreak attempt happening in front of their very eyes. The doll observed all of this nervously, “Miss Amber? Anytime now,” The doll whispered hurriedly.

The Witch looked up at her doll, still shocked that her doll came to her rescue.

Soldiers were approaching the platform now, swords drawn as the king ordered them to kill the Witch and destroy her doll. “Amber! GET YOUR HEAD OUTTA YOUR ASS AND-“

“Insolent Doll! Free me!”

The doll slashed at the Witch’s leather restraints, the whistle of steel through the air as the leather snapped at the release of tension.

“Fine! Anything else!?” The doll gestured to the soldiers that were now climbing the stairs, only a few steps aways from them.

“Do I have to do everything you stupid doll??? Kill them! And the king too!”

“Fuck. You.” The doll whispered through gritted teeth and looked back at its Witch.

The doll and the Witch exchanged a glance. One of understanding. Trust. Love.

And appreciation.

The doll thought it saw the Witch whisper ‘Thank you,’ but it probably imagined it.

Its Witch hated dolls afterall.

[muffinsin]

What do you think about the Dimitrescu sisters sharing a dessert (maybe a strawberry with chocolate) with their girlfriend during sex?

Hmmm, let’s see!👀 Let’s get into it :)

Masterlists

Bela

She wouldn’t say she’s into playing with food, during sex

And still, Bela has always found beauty in sharing smaller, delicious snacks together at such times

Her favourites? Chocolate covered strawberries, sugared raspberries, a little piece of chocolate with whipped cream, and so on

Lucky for her, or both of you, rather, she generally has smaller plates of two to three pieces of dessert sitting at her nightstand

While their intention is to still her hunger on the nights insomnia plagued her, Bela likes to make use of them when being with you, too

As such, one day, she finds herself in just that position

Your body, rocked perfectly against her own

Your breasts bouncing slightly with every move, your ragged breaths matching her thrusts into you

Her fingers curled deep inside of you, steadily rocking you harder into the bed

Bela loves the beautiful sight of you below her

Your skin, glistening with a light layer of sweat, built up from the countless orgasms she has dragged from you already

Your neck, exposed wholly to your lover, your head thrown back as your toes curl and fingers grip her arm and the sheets tightly

She licks her lips at the sight, always will

It’s your beautiful, parted lips that have an idea pop up in her head, though

You don’t notice her free hand move up your waist and leave your skin, too wrapped up in the pleasure between your legs

Bela pants lowly as she reaches for a single, chocolate covered strawberry

Despite the warm temperature of the room, it doesn’t smear just yet due to her cool skin

Momentarily, it feels as though a hundred thoughts come rushing to her

She wonders about dragging the desert up your body, if only to be granted licking the chocolate trail off again

Another thought suggests pushing the fruity treat into you, to hear your gasp and the moans that follow when she leans down to lick and suck it from you again

The one that takes her pick suggests feeding it to you, allowing the sweet fruit to pass your parted lips

You moan as she presses it against you, the taste a pleasant addition to the pleasure and love you’re feeling

You suck it into your mouth, wrap your tongue around it as though desperate to lick the chocolate off

Soon, your mouth waters around the dessert

When her lips come down against yours, she tastes the treat on her tongue

Both of you love the sensation, moaning against one another’s lips, rolling against one another

When one of you bites down on the fruit, sweet, fruity flavors flood your mouths

You both smile, as though eager to share not only your bodies, but also the refreshing treat

You hold onto all of her you can reach, she pushes herself as close as she can

When your lips part eventually, you’re eager to lean up and lick the remaining chocolate from her bottom lip

A wide, breathless smile greets you

She thinks, she might have desserts prepared and nearby more often

Cassandra

Cassandra is, certainly, a fan of snacks during sex

Only does this mean that, 9 out of 10 times, you are her snack

Cassandra likes to lean down occasionally, drink right from your neck or inner thigh

At times, she even dares bite down a little too hard when sucking your breasts, laughing when drops of blood hit her tongue

And really, you are the sweetest and most delicious snack to her

And while she enjoys your blood more than anything else, especially when the pleasure she gives you makes it even sweeter, it inspires her

She figures; if she gets to snack during sex, why not you, too?

The next time she takes you, therefore, is in the kitchens

Maybe months ago, this would have embarrassed you, knowing your screams and moans are keeping all the maidens in the nearby staff chambers awake

You can’t bring yourself to care, though, when she has you like this

Your face pressed up against the cool window, your stomach against the counter you’re bent over, her strap buried deep inside of you, her fingers groping whatever she wants

You’re rocked forwards, making a mess between the two of you

Despite your drenched and sore pussy, you want more

Can take more

And she knows it

And then, as exhaustion nearly takes over you after yet another mind blowing orgasm, you feel something prodding your dry lips

A treat, taken from the kitchen counters

A small, chocolate covered strawberry, held in place by two of her fingers, slowly sliding into your mouth when you part your lips for her

She doesn’t wait for you to fully take it in before she thrusts again, her hips rolling and bucking wildly, chasing her own orgasm in the form of railing you against the cool kitchen counter

You’re moaning loudly, your mouth watering around the sweet, tasty treat laid against your tongue

When you bite down, you immediately feel refreshed, and yet still hungry for more

You find, to your most pleasant surprise, she slips another berry in your mouth

This time, you take the time to suck it from her fingers

You groan around the fruity treat, your mouth watering again as her hips buck faster and faster

Of course, you can’t be the only one given such delicious treats, she feels

You’re moaning, gasping, frantically sucking in air as her lips connect with your neck at last

You feel their softness, then, a sharp contrast: the painful edge of her teeth, fang-like, blade-like, mercilessly digging in

She moans as she thinks from you, your sweet blood soon dribbling down your throat, perhaps similar to the way the chocolate and fruity juices drip from your lips

Safe to say, you’re loving this. Every little second of this

You can’t wait for the future times she decides to take you in the kitchen

Daniela

Daniela loves all things sweet

That’s why she likes the taste of your pussy, or rather likes it especially much, according to her

A statement that is spoken boldly and never fails to make your face heat up

As much as she likes all the tasty treats she can get from your body-

Your pussy and cum,

And your blood

- she still has more than a little bit of a sweet tooth

As such, Daniela likes to steal random treats from the kitchens, or even asks you to retrieve her some

Fruits, candy, muffins, chocolate, sprinkle-covered treats and what not, Daniela is a big fan of all

Alas, it really shouldn’t be all that surprising when one day she finds herself having sex with you on her bed, a round, silver tablet of treats right at the bedside table

Of course, your sweet girlfriend immediately has her eyes on it, even as both of you are knuckles deep within one another

You can’t help but giggle as she reaches over for one, her petite fingers finding and grasping a sweet treat

A strawberry, covered in chocolate. One of her favorites

She slips it in her mouth, and you use the opportunity to lean down and press your lips against hers

Almost immediately you get a taste of the juicy berry, the almost warm taste of the sweet chocolate covering it. And, of course, Daniela’s mouth

You moan and hum, sucking the chocolate off her tongue as she swallows

Her fingers curl in you, her knuckles wet with your want

You’re shivering, and she’s moaning lowly

The second berry-treat she picks up is presented to you

When you part your lips, your eyes closed as you near your orgasm, you feel her slip it inside

Again, her tongue follows, as yours has in her mouth

You moan at the tastes presented to you

The treat has given you energy again, so that it’s now Daniela whose eyes are closed and lips are parted

Small, little whimpers and moans tumble past them as you fuck her earnestly and happily, her pussy creating a wet sound whenever your palm or wrist slaps against it

Barely, she’s able to reach out again

This time, the treat goes into her mouth again, a knowing smile on her lips when you lean down to claim some of its taste

Together, the two of you share treat after treat, giggling happily as your bodies are pushed more and more towards the edge

She continues on even after, her body above yours when she flips you, her fingers working deep in you and on your clit

Then, a last berry, slid first through your soaked southern lips, then brought to your mouth

You’re a little surprised when she doesn’t lean in to kiss you this time, yet your surprise passes quickly when you realise what her new goal is;

To lick the chocolate from your folds and clit

[crypticenbug]

I'm a barista in my day-to-day life, and my brain is currently full of bees at the moment so I am subjecting you to what twitter already had to see:

All of the different Papas and what they get at their local coffee shop:

Nihil (Younger): He would get black coffee and insist he likes it but he actually thinks it's gross, but he refuses to get anything else cause it's cheap and he thinks it makes him look cool

Nihil (Older): Extra hot hot chocolate with 9 pumps of chocolate syrup, 3 pumps vanilla, no foam and a mountain of whipped cream (This is an actual order that a regular of mine gets. She's like 90 so her RN comes in for her). He's too old and dead to care about the amount of sugar he's consuming, that's Sister's problem now

Sister (Younger): She actually likes black coffee but only ever gets it out of convenience. If she's at a coffee shop, she's gonna get a latte, usually hot, and she will cycle through sugar free vanilla, mocha, hazelnut, and caramel. She's a classy lady who likes classy flavors, though she wouldn't mind a cold brew or shaken espresso from time to time.

Sister (Older): Her tastes on coffee kinda stay the same but she drinks a lot more tea now, goes for decaf more often and doesn't branch out as much. She starts enjoying cappuccinos as she gets older

Primo: He also drinks a lot of teas, but if he does get coffee it's gonna be black with a little room for cream and sugar but not a whole lot cause he enjoys trying to pick out the flavor notes of the coffee like he's at a wine tasting.

Secondo: His order will always be a hot french vanilla latte and if the shop doesn't have french vanilla he does hazelnut, idk why his coffee order came up so easily for me he reminds me of a regular I have

Terzo: Only brother who gets iced coffee year round, and he is NEVER consistent with his order besides the fact that it's an iced latte with some sort of flavored syrup. Loves asking his barista to surprise him and he always ends up loving the drink. Isn't lactose intolerant but doesn't like the texture of dairy milk so he gets a lot of alternatives and has gone through every one to pick one he likes. Right now it's almond milk

Cardinal Copia: Doesn't go to coffee shops very often but when he does, he gets something from the bev case and a cup of ice or he asks about any seasonals. Not a huge fan of coffee unless it is so sweet it would give someone a heart attack. Much like Terzo he hates the texture of dairy milk, he seems like the type to prefer soy

Papa Copia: Still enjoys seasonals, but so far his consistent order has been a pumpkin white mocha or a peppermint hot chocolate, both kids temp. Yes he wants whipped cream, what do you take him for?

Frater Imperator: Still hates bitter coffee, but has actually developed a taste for it now, enjoys whipped cream but keeps forgetting to ask for it until he gets his drink and takes a sip

(Lmk if y'all want my nameless ghoul coffee shop headcanons)

[ladylilithprime]

Day 8: Witch's Brew

IT TOOK AN embarrassingly long time for Castiel to realize that Sam Winchester preferred tea over coffee.

He felt that he could probably be forgiven for this lapse in attention to detail. Sam was often drinking coffee when Castiel was present, and Castiel had been present frequently enough to have picked up on Sam's preferred coffee order versus what he would accept to appease either Dean's sense of masculinity or their limited budget. Even when tea was available, he did not always reach for it, though he was the more gracious of the brothers when offered tea by a witness when on a hunt, holding the delicate porcelain cups with gentle care in his large hands and sipping at the liquid politely when Dean would rather ignore it. It wasn't until the witch Rowena was living in the Bunker that Castiel had occasion to note how often Sam could be found drinking tea, even brewing it himself and seeing Rowena's pleased smile when he brought her a cup.

And Castiel had to keep from reacting with more than just a narrowing of eyes when he noticed Sam's flinch when he heard Dean muttering about "damn frou-frou witch's brew" as the elder Winchester walked past the one time he found Sam drinking tea without Rowena present.

"I'm a bit of a snob about tea, actually," Sam admitted with a wince when Castiel asked, ducking his head in shame as if confessing some great sin. "Coffee is kinda ubiquitous, y'know? And most of the time it's, like... boiled bean water. It's mediocre, cut with chicory, too bitter, or just burnt from sitting on the burner too long after being brewed. It's what I grew up with and I'm used to it, but you've already noticed I'll add cream or sugar or spices and flavored syrups to it if I can because I sure am not drinking it for the taste!

"Tea is different," he went on with a shadowed look in his eyes. "I learned how to brew proper jasmine tea from Jess, back at Stanford. She loved tea, but only when it was looseleaf and brewed 'right', and at first I learned to love it too because I loved her. And then, well... out on the road hunting, if you want tea you're stuck with whatever tea bags of cheap black tea you can get in a diner or gas station and it's no better to taste than coffee and not worth the mockery I'd get from Dean for it."

"For a professed champion of free will, Dean is remarkably judgemental about others' expression of it," Castiel replied, half in observation and half agreement.

"Only when it comes to me," Sam muttered under his breath.

He said it quietly enough that Castiel assumed he had not been meant to hear, and so he pretended that he hadn't. He did, however, "file it away", as it were, and quietly had a word with Rowena to ask for a lesson in how to brew tea "properly". The knowing look and occasional teasing comments that he got from the witch in addition to the lessons was mostly worth it when he managed to brew a two cup pot by himself. The smile he got from Sam when he brought him a cup of tea along with his own, surprised and pleased, made all the effort entirely worth it.

"Really?" Dean complained when he saw them placidly drinking tea in the library while researching. "Thought we'd seen the last of the leaf water when the witch left!"

Sam flinched, but settled when Castiel pressed his foot gently against Sam's leg under the table in support. Rallying, he said casually, "Dunno why you're complaining, Dean, it just means more bean water for you to drink."

"Yeah, I know you have no taste," Dean scoffed. "What'cha making Cas drink that shit for?"

"I am the one who made the tea, Dean," Castiel interjected blandly. "Sam is not forcing me to consume the tea molecules any more than you force me to consume coffee molecules."

Less, if he was honest. It had been a long and drawn out battle of wills to get Castiel to drink coffee at all, one he had eventually lost during his time spent human and homeless when the free coffee he was allowed to sneak at the Gas'n'Sip was sometimes the only thing keeping him awake for his work shift. He had never acclimated to the taste, however, and once he had regained his Grace and could taste only molecules again he had only kept up with drinking coffee to stem Dean's complaints.

"Cas, c'mon, man!" Dean practically whined, switching tracks. "Thought you were on my side with this!"

"I am allowed my preferences in the molecules I choose to consume, Dean," Castiel informed him pointedly. "They are no less valid for not perfectly aligning with your own. Or, more colloquially: bite me, Winchester."

Dean spluttered, either from the sentiment or from Castiel using a colloquialism. Castiel had no doubt he would "pay" for that later, but much like the effort it took to learn how to brew tea, he knew it was entirely worth it to hear the soft, choked laugh from across the table and see Sam's small, shy smile.

[flowerbetweenfangs]

Cream Filling: Chapter Six

CW: Alcohol Consumption.

This is part of an ongoing series, you can read the previous part here.

Chapter Text

It was odd seeing the restaurant when it was set up as a bar.

Elle hadn’t been in the building post nightfall since her interview with Ramses. 

Wrecks had stressed it was casual, everyone just there to unwind. 

When she pulled open the door, the soft rock music rumbled through the air, paired with a strange scent that made her nose itch. The lighting was mellow, glinting off the glasses across multiple tables. There were a few dishes, filled with half-eaten food on the tables. 

A few sticks of incense were at the tables, propped up in ashtrays. Something about it brought a wave of calm over Elle. 

“Hey, Rookie! You made it.” Horac waved before leaning over a pool table, sinking what sounded like multiple balls. The antlered bartender stood opposite him, patiently holding a cue. 

Elle smiled, giving a wave. Everyone seemed to be in jeans and either a T-shirt or the equivalent. She felt a little overdressed in her… dress. 

It wasn’t too fancy: solid green with a drawstring top. There had been too much time spent in the bathroom mirror, agonizing over if she would wear the charm or not. 

She’d ultimately decided not to. After all, these weren’t random customers breezing in and out, but people she’d worked with (or at least were under Ramses) so… 

Trusting them seemed like the best idea. 

Aki and Wrecks were playing darts, with the cat boy looking more and more frustrated with the drider’s accuracy. 

“You’ve gotta be cheating!” He protested, tail thrashing back and forth. “I thought you said that you’d never played!” 

“It’s not cheating if you’re just naturally good.” Wrecks smirked, before giving a nervous wave to Elle. She returned it, wondering what skills he had learned that would possibly transform into the ability to throw darts well. 

“Bah!” Aki frowned, before looking at her hopefully. “Miss Shepard, you want in on the next game?” 

“Maybe in a little bit.” Elle smiled. 

Ramses was behind the bar, mixing drinks. He was wearing his vest and button-up shirt. It figured the boss wouldn’t dress down with the rest of them. Elle wondered if he truly got a day off. 

“Glad you made it.” He dropped down, before coming up with various glass bottles. They had some sort of bright green tape on them. “HF” was written on it in marker. 

“I mean, you invited me, so why not?” Elle smiled, before becoming serious. “Don’t give me anything too strong, I need to drive home.” 

“Of course.” Taking a glass, Ramses began to mix the contents of two bottles together. Elle noticed he was wearing gloves, much similar to the pair Wrecks had given her for the catering order. She grimaced at the thought of what would happen when he took them off. 

 “We’ll start you off with rum and cola, yeah?” He made sure to go heavy on the cola. “And don’t worry about paying. Drinks and food are free tonight.” 

Her favorite kind. One step above “cold”. 

Horac came over, walking the pool cue next to him. “Can I get some scotch? Or is Elle the only one allowed to drink the “human-friendly” batch?” 

“Fine fine.” Ramses started to pour another glass. “Just leave some for her, eh?” 

“Please!” Elle snorted, sipping her drink. “I don’t drink normally anyway, so don’t worry.” 

The flavor was rich. She smacked her lips, brows coming together. It tasted… Weird. But not bad. Not the usual sugar-loaded sweetness she expected from it. 

“Looks like you got the organic crap,” Horac remarked as he swished around his drink. 

“If you don’t like it, more for Elle,” Ramses remarked, casually mixing something and setting it down. 

“You’ve got enough here to run a second bar! I’ll need three new livers before I can drink this all.” Elle protested as she nursed her drink. It tasted terrible, but there was extra rum, so she wouldn’t care about the flavor before too long. 

“I told you to buy the normal ones.” A legion of voices purred, a dark arm with tapered fingers reaching over her. Elle spun around on her stool to see the Bartender. Even in his band tee and jeans, he still was handsome. 

And having him leaning over her, almost pressing on her knees… 

“But you insisted only the best.” He took the freshly prepared drink, a long tongue lapping it up. 

Elle felt her cheeks flush at the thought of what such a thing could do. She tried to hide her squirming, cheeks feeling like they were on fire. 

“Anymore lip outta you, Chorus,” Ramses started, before chuckling and turning to Elle.

“Bah. You at least like it, right?” 

His crooked smile showed off those fangs. And Elle suddenly felt a desire for them to be at her neck. 

Ugh… Why did she work with so many hot men? 

At this rate, she was going to have to start downing a few more drinks to justify the blush creeping to her cheeks. 

Stop it, Elle. He’s your boss. Don’t put him in a bad spot… Again. 

“It’s the best price you could offer.” She set the half-empty glass down. “I will never complain about a gift.” 

Ramses rolled his eyes, but the smile didn’t fade. 

God, why does he have to be so hot!?

Standing up, she decided to distract herself and sauntered over to the dart game. Her sightly bow-legged walk could be blamed on the alcohol, right? 

“Oh, good.” Aki flitted behind Elle. “Please tell me you have a circus background and can throw knives or something?” 

“Sadly, not.” Elle picked up a dart, rolling it between her fingers. “Wrecks, go easy on him.” 

“He won’t let me!” The drider protested as he collected his darts, before stepping away from the board. 

“I have to have some degree of pride!” The Cat Man protested. “Let Miss Shepard be my proxy.” 

“No pressure.” Elle stared at the board. It seemed to stretch out so far, yet so close. “Just don’t bet anything you’re not willing to lose.” 

After a few test throws, Elle was confident that she did not, in fact, have a secret talent for throwing sharp objects at targets. When the darts actually hit the board, they were barely on the edge. Several thumped against the wall or took a nosedive before even getting close. 

“Well, now you know who to take to the carnival to play that balloon game. Win yourself an asbestos-riddled teddy bear.” Horac snarked, racking up the pool balls again. 

The next dart Wrecks threw went way off target, sticking into the wall instead. 

“Please don’t damage the property if you can help it,” Ramses called out, with the same nonchalant tone as if he’d told them the specials for the night. 

“Sorry, Ram.” Wrecks went to get the dart, having to give a hearty tug to dislodge it from the wall. Elle was amazed that a piece of the wood didn’t come with it. He muttered something about Horac and meddling, before going to stand behind the line. 

Elle prepared to throw the last dart. The little she’d drank hadn’t been enough, she needed to be a little more inebriated if she was going to play games like this.

Oh come on, you’ll be in a foursome on stage in front of a bunch of strangers jerking off, but this is what has you flustered? 

Then again, that was the difference. She would never see the strangers again. And they had at least provided her a mask. Plus, “Miss Lamb” was different from Elle. A honeypot, a creation of Ash to create the perfect trap.

And with Cadence… He understood. 

Right?

Aki’s tail brushed against her, the end swatting the hem of her dress, and Elle realized how close they were standing. He was staring… So intently at the board. 

His pupils were completely blown, ears disappearing into his hair with how flat they were laid. A warm hand rested on her shoulder, nails barely tracing her bare collarbone. She could feel his heartbeat thudding between her shoulders. 

The ache started, and Elle bit down on her lip before something came out that would get everyone’s attention. It seemed like all the demons in the room had made it their mission to fluster her 

“One more.” Aki insisted, sounding dazed. “I’m sure you’ll get it this time.” 

“Nekokuro, do I have to get a spatula to dislodge you from Shepard?” Wreck asked, raising a brow. 

Cool air rushed over Elle’s skin as Aki stepped back, sputtering an apology. 

“It’s fine,” She waved it off. “I wasn’t throwing anything, so it’s okay.” And she was grateful that Wrecks was quicker on all six of his feet than she was on hers. 

Her legs shook as she took aim. And when the dart left her hand, there was no force behind it. 

Then, she felt it. With the snap of magic, something was visible, warping the air in front of her, a shadow rolling over the dart. It was gone just as quickly, but the projectile was back on track and soared into the center of the board hard enough to shake it. 

“Um…” Wrecks looked ready to comment again but instead cleared his throat, the silence falling around them as tension began to rise. “So I guess we’ll give that one to you.” 

Elle slowly turned around to see Aki, who seemed dazed. 

“Aki?” She waved a hand in front of his face, and he shook his head, the blush now gone from his cheeks. 

“I… Think I’m going to call it here. Don’t want to be handling things like this if I get a few more drinks in me.” He was cheery, but Elle could sense a bit of fear in his words. 

“Did Ramses ever tell you about the time he first put the charm on the loft in place?” Chorus asked, walking over and breaking up the group.  

“Not this story.” Ramses groaned. “I’m not a mage, and I had just learned how to draw the runes needed.” 

He refilled Chorus’ glass, before making one for himself, sliding the first down the bar to the demon, who took it. 

“I thought all demons could do some degree of magic.” Aki’s tail briefly formed a question mark, brows raising. 

“Doing and being good at are not the same thing,” Ramses insisted. “I was never a good student compared to my brothers. Not the worst, mind you, but far from the best. I prefer devices that can do it for me. And why I hire you all to work for me instead of doing all the heavy lifting myself.”

Brothers? Well, it made sense. Elle found her mind drifting, wondering if they all looked like Ramses, or… 

“Forty years ago, when the first Hellmouth had cracked open…” Chorus laughed, the many layering voices making Elle’s hair stand on end and derailing her train of thought before it pulled into the ‘brothers gangbang fantasy’ station. 

Forty years? Elle was reminded how everyone in this room, minus Horac, was all probably old enough to be her Grandfather. Maybe an ancient ancestor. A mayfly amongst dragons, as some would say. She went over to the bar again, sitting in front of Ramses. 

Without a word, he began to mix her another drink. 

“You had Mr. Pendragon over here decide he was going to try and keep people who got too tipsy and handsy from going up the steps to fool around-” 

“That was not the only reason,” Ramses interjected. “There was also a lot of drinks and plates being left up there.” He turned to Elle, opening his mouth to say more, but closed it. 

She thought there was a bit of a blush between his scales, but it could have just been the red of his vest bringing it out. 

“So anyway… He doesn’t realize you have to be out of the circle before you drop the spell unless you want to be caught up in it. I’m in the basement, and I hear this loud WHAM.” Chorus slammed a fist into his open palm.

“I come rushing up, thinking Mammon himself has nestled on top of the building. And I see Ramses slowly sliding down the front window, crap from his arms making it look like he had the inkiest-” 

“I told you the glass was worth it!” Ramses interrupted, before changing the inflection of his voice. “Get the cheaper glass, Ramses, no one’s going to try anything in the Mammon district, Ramses…” 

“Well, you got your wish when that pack of Werebears showed up and you had to call backup…” 

More stories spilled out, and drinks and food were consumed. From hilarious to serious. 

Soon, they had gravitated around the bar, laughing and reminiscing. The tension had dropped, the violent dart throw forgotten. 

Aki had taken up the stool next to Elle, legs swinging as he took in everything. It felt… Odd not being the new employee anymore. She wondered if that had anything to do with why he was sitting closer to her. Maybe there was an unspoken kinship? 

Oh, you wouldn’t mind sitting closer to him, maybe on his lap while-

Elle blinked rapidly, crossing her legs and shifting. Sober thoughts were well on their way to becoming drunken words. She set her glass down. 

“So I’m pinned to the wall by a Drider,” Wrecks explained, taking a swig from his bottle. “And I hear the door open. I’m thinking, “Oh thank Arachne, Horac is coming to rescue me.” But nope.” He moved his index and middle finger up his arm to indicate walking. “Here comes Shepard, one third the size of Calamity-” 

“I was easily half!” Elle interjected, feeling rather warm, and emboldened. Yes, it was time to stop with the alcohol. “Calamity was not that big!” 

Although knowing that Wrecks had fond memories around that time did make her feel somewhat giddy. She found herself trying to hold back laughter, but a few giggles tittered out. 

She could see the collective “Okay, time to cut her off ” look shared between the others. 

Aki snorted. “I’m trying to imagine you in the maid outfit trying to be intimidating.” His tail swished lazily back and forth, ears perking up as he took another bottle and poured himself a shot. “You’re easily the smallest one here, and you had to rescue him?”  

“Don’t go treating him like a wimp!” Horac interjected, “You shoulda seen him his first day, all the bravado and rep from the Underdark. Had three lamias come in and try to start trouble. This kid.” He patted Wrecks’ leg closest to him. 

“Just skittered right up to them and… I dunno what you said, but seeing three grown snake men about to wet themselves was a great way to start the day.” He laughed with vigor. 

Wreck scratched the side of his nose. “Oh, that. I am amazed I didn’t get jumped later.” The blush of intoxication was creeping up his cheeks. 

“The naivety of youth.” Ramses shrugged. “We all think we’re invincible at one point.” He tilted a bottle in the direction of Aki. “If I recall, I had to rescue you twice over when Tanpopo pissed off someone he couldn't run from and threw you under the bus.” 

Aki groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t remind me. Those clubs oni swing around can do some damage. If I had nine lives, I’m sure I lost four that day.” He shuddered. “I don’t even know how he got ahold of that fruit, it’s banned in like… six of the seven districts!” 

Elle nearly choked on her drink at the mention of the Kitsune and fruit. 

Although she was sure of the berry in question, she had to bite her lips from slipping into that story. The words soaked into her lips, trying to spill out past them. 

Focus on not saying something you’ll regret. Get him to do the talking. 

“You know Foxy?” The three words were a chore to push out. And once they were out, she instantly regretted it, emotions swirling around, her mind too foggy to decide on which one to latch onto. 

Aki gave a quick nod, looking over at Ramses, a slight bit of anger flickering across his features. The primal energy coiled through his muscles, and Elle worried he was about to hop over the bar and attack the demon. 

Instead, he tapped the neck of his bottle to the shot glass, making sure to get every drop, before picking it up and holding it above his head, toward the center of the odd semi-circle they’d made. The anger was gone quickly as it arrived, but there was still a hunter’s glint in the yokai’s eyes.

“To new beginnings. And another successful year at Ramses’ Brew, eh?” The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but everyone lifted their drinks up and gave a half-hearted cheer, before downing their respective beverages. 

Horac spoke first, checking his watch in an exaggerated gesture and giving a theatric yawn. 

“I don’t know how the night crew does it, but it’s barely past nine and I am beat. ” He slipped off the barstool, pointing to Chorus. “Next time, you’ll have to show me how to do that trick shot.” 

“If I teach you, then it’s no longer a trick.” Chorus shot back, before the two shared a laugh. 

Clapping the Boarman on the back, Chorus walked him out the door, their chatter continuing into the night. 

“I should probably get going too.” Wrecks sighed, rubbing his face. “If I stay up too much later, then I’ll be exhausted when I come into work.” He grabbed his coat off the rack, giving them all a polite nod, before exiting the bar himself. 

Elle looked back and forth between Aki and Ramses, feeling the tension in the room start to rise again.  

“Well, I suppose that’s the cue to lock up for the night.” Ramses finally said, breaking the silence. “Thank you both for coming and I hope to see you here again next year.” 

Aki grunted, slipping off the stool. “Thanks, Mr. Sesbrun.” He paused, licking his lips. 

The corner of his mouth twitched, anger and gratitude warring on his face. 

At first, Elle thought the lights were flickering, before she realized it was a strange fog coming off the cat man. 

“For everything.” Then, it was gone. Despite the smile, there was venom in the last two words. But without another word, he was picking up his coat and shouldering it, giving a wave and exiting the bar. 

Elle swallowed, the sight sobering her up. She looked at the glass in front of her, sliding it away. 

“Thanks, Ramses.” She hoped her words sounded steady. The fog around her mind started to lift. 

“Thank you, Elle.” He said, taking the glass. “I know this time hasn’t been… Easy, but I appreciate you being here all the same.” 

“Well, there’s no better boss in the world.” Slipping off the stool, she went and slipped on her jacket. 

“Elle.” Ramses called, not looking up from her discarded glass. 

“Yes?” She swallowed hard. 

“I mean it.” 

She smiled. “I know you do.” 

Once she was outside the bar, it locked behind her. Magic sprung up, and Elle felt a rush of energy in the air, before the lights dimmed. 

Ash couldn’t replace this, no matter how much he played to her darkest desires. 

Going to her car, she paused at the sight of Aki leaning against the wall, facing away from her. The image of him braced against the stone, weak and shaking flooded back into her mind. Slowly, she approached him, but kept her distance.

“Aki? You alright?” 

Slowly, he turned around, expression somber. “Sorry if I scared you.” 

“I… It’s…” She paused, not sure if she should question which specific instance he was referring to. “I just was worried for a minute. It seemed like Ramses poked at an old wound.” 

“I know logically it wasn’t on purpose, but emotionally…” He lifted his hand and wiggled it. “It’s… Tough. I’m the new guy, and I know, and everyone really, doesn’t like me… Especially Ramses.” 

“I’m sure he does,” Elle interjected. “He just… Has an interesting way of showing it. I’m sure Wrecks likes you too, he’s just… That way with everyone.” And probably a little intimidated from the weird dart throw. 

“And Horac… He’s a dad. His mind’s always on his family.” She didn’t want to speak for Chorus, but she was sure the Legion Demon fell into the same boat. He at least seemed cordial, and if he was Ramses’ oldest friend, then there had to be some degree of trust and respect between the two. 

“Still… I need to be better, I didn’t want you to be scared of me.” He paused. “So… That’s it I guess. Sorry if it feels like I ambushed you, but it was going to be ringing in my head unless I said something.” He swallowed. “Being… A little buzzed isn’t an excuse to go flying off the handle like that.”  

“It’s appreciated.” Elle licked her lips. “We’ve all done stupid things, but what we do now is what matters, yeah?” 

Aki scoffed, before catching himself and slowly nodding. “Right… But I’ve got… A lot of mistakes to make up for.” 

Another demon. Another few decades, maybe even centuries of sinning. Elle swallowed. 

We’re not all sinners.

Looking around, Elle realized her car was the only one in the parking lot. “Are you going to walk home by yourself in the dark?” 

Aki arched a brow. “I mean… Yeah?” He held up a hand, showing slightly longer than normal nails, sharpened to a point. “I’m a lot tougher than I look.” 

The same nails that she’d imagined teasing-

No. Not the time. Focus! 

“Well, you’ve been drinking.” 

“So have you!” He chuckled. “Man, now I know you waltzed right up to the Lady Drider.” He mumbled something else under his breath, but it was hard to make out. 

Elle shook her head, stifling a laugh. “Look, you shouldn’t be walking home by yourself anyway. I’m sure this place is safer than most areas, but still.” The anger was completely gone from him, and Elle wondered if it looked worse than it was.  

“Is this your way of saying you like me too?” A grin tugged at Aki’s lips, his tail whipping back and forth, ears alert. 

“Sure.” Elle gestured to her car. “Behold. The chariot awaits.” 

Aki slid into the passenger seat. The heater kicked on, and to Elle’s surprise, he laid his head against the dashboard. There was a strange rumbling. It traveled all the way to the steering wheel, making her let it go. 

At first, Elle thought it was the engine acting up, but then she realized it was the Cat Man purring.  

Oh no. She could feel her heartbeat quicken. Shifting in the seat, she cracked the window, hoping a bit of cool air would help combat the illicit thoughts now racing through her head. Now she was sure she could do every sobriety test backward. 

“Lean back and buckle up.” She said sternly. “I don’t want you going through the windshield if we’re in a crash.” That would be a way to end the night for sure. 

And I want you to stop playing into my fantasies! 

“What, all 25 miles an hour we’ll be going?” He stayed hunched over the dashboard. “Empty streets in the Mammon district, the only thing we’ll hit is either the Police or the Guardians out late.” 

“Aki,” Elle said sternly. “My car, my rules.” 

Sighing, Aki straightened and put on the belt, but extended his arms and rested his hands over the heating vents. His fingers wiggled, and Elle wondered if he was a lot more drunk than she thought, or if he was just that much of a feline. 

Still, he was belted, so Elle pulled out of the parking lot. Once she turned onto the street, the lights in the restaurant finally went out. At least when driving, she had to focus on the area around her. 

“Miss Shepard,” Aki said as they drove down the strip, the streetlights flickering. “You’re playing a dangerous game, working here.”

“I may be,” Elle admitted. “But I’ve got friends here who wouldn’t let anything bad happen.” Although come next shift, she would be wearing the charm again. 

“Friends.” Aki prodded. “So… You and Wrecks?” 

“What about me and Wrecks?” Elle raised a brow. 

“You guys are a…” He raised his pinkie at her. “You know?” 

“Friends….?” Elle drug out the word, feeling her cheeks heat up. 

“Oh!” Aki’s own cheeks were red as he sputtered. “Sorry, I just thought with the spider necklace… And the gloves…” 

Horac’s outburst probably didn’t help. Inwardly, Elle groaned and felt her stomach flutter. 

She shook her head. “No! Nothing like that. Wrecks just likes making things.” She couldn’t look at him. “He and I are just friends. Horac was just teasing him when he said we were flirting and-” 

She paused, realization slowly coming over her. 

“Wait, why do you want to know?” 

“Er, well…” It was Aki’s turn to be flustered. “I just didn’t want to jump to any conclusions or try and-” He inhaled sharply. “Never mind.” 

“You’re a little drunker than you let on, huh?” Elle didn’t mind giving him an out. Inhibitions lowered, the proximity, all the laughing and friendliness from earlier…

Oh no, now she was doing it. She needed to be the responsible party. 

They pulled into an apartment complex, a bit more run-down than what Elle would have expected from the Mammon district. It was better than her building but compared to the sparkling and brand new architecture of the rest... 

Aki stared ahead, hands continuing to rest on the heating vents. Slowly, he went to unlock the door, before dropping his hand. 

“Elle.” He said softly. “Do you… Have anyone waiting for you back at your place?” 

“N-no,” She looked at the steering wheel. Was this where the night was heading? It wasn’t a bad way to end things. Certainly better than the empty restaurant. But…

 “Aki. You’re nice. But you’re drunk. If we do something, it’s me taking advantage.” Responsible. Yes. 

“I’m not that drunk.” He insisted. “Look, if you don’t want to do anything, it’s fine. But… If you want to, I’m sober enough.” 

Elle arched a brow. 

“Could a drunk guy do this?” Throwing open the car door, he took a few nimble steps away, turning on his heel, putting one arm to his waist, and bowing dramatically. 

Then, he suddenly leaped in the air, flipping backward and landing on his hands, holding the position. His tail lashed around, but he stayed statue still. His legs rocked, and he finished the flip, landing on his feet. 

Then, his legs buckled, and he rolled backward. Springing up by his hands again, he flipped to a light post and swung around it, knees bent. 

“Aki!” She yelled, getting out of the car and running over. “You’re going to fall!” 

“I find your lack of faith a little insulting!” Aki called out as she walked over and grabbed his leg, stopping the spin he’d built up. “You want me to start walking and sing the alphabet backward?” He stared at her, his tail thumping against the back of her hand. 

“Alright. I get it. You’re sober enough.” She squeezed his ankle, and he wavered, before becoming stiff again. “Just stop being weird about it.”  

Aki’s arms relaxed, and slid down, landing right in front of her. His chest was heaving, his face flushed, then he began to laugh so hard tears welled up in his eyes. It slowly died off and stepped back, tail swishing behind him.

“So. I guess this is good night then, huh?” He didn’t sound hurt or disappointed, just… Matter of fact. 

Elle felt her cheeks burning. She knew the right thing was to say no. The responsible choice. This wasn’t a lust berry poisoning, a club performance for a favor, or helping a friend out during their mating cycle. It was like she was a damn teenager again, fooling around on school grounds. 

“Aki, if you weren’t drunk-” 

“Still not drunk.” He insisted, starting to get to his feet. “Or do I need to do the back handspring again to prove my point? Maybe I can do a backflip this time.” 

“Aki Nekokuro. Listen to me.” Elle snapped, feeling the power crackle through the air. She made a fist, instantly regretting her choice to use his Name.

Aki froze, his fur standing on end. Slowly, he sat back down. His pupils dilated, nearly overtaking his iris, before violently constricting. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Elle said quickly. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with it. You’re not doing it because of some weird attempt to comfort me because I saw your anger, or you’ve got a secret dark side who thinks it’s fun to mess around with humans, or-” 

Snorting, Aki shook his head, jumping to his feet. He closed the distance between them. If he blinked, then she was sure his eyelashes would have brushed against hers. Sure enough, his tail was tracing the hem of her dress. 

“Or, what if it’s something as simple as ‘I think my coworker is cute’?” 

Elle’s mouth closed, and she swallowed. Her lips tingled as his breath rolled over them. She could feel his fur brush against her bare skin. His hand closed around her jacket’s zipper, slowly pulling it down.

“And green’s my favorite color.” 

“Cute, huh?” She asked, as he stared and pushed the jacket off her shoulders. 

“And magic to boot. What better pair than a witch and her black cat?” 

“I’m not a mage.” Elle hissed. “Anyone can use a Name.” 

“True. But I was being honest.” His chest rumbled with a purr. 

“Cute,” He kissed her cheek. 

“Hot.” Her brow. “Sexy.” Her jaw. “Gorgeous.” Her neck. “Unbelievably attractive.” Her shoulder.

Slipping his finger under the now exposed strap of her dress, he pushed it down and planted another kiss at her collarbone. “Magically so.” 

“Aki…” She snorted. What a cheesy line. “You use all these on people you wanna bang?” 

“Pick your adjective.” His tail brushed against the back of her thighs, starting to go between them, tracing higher under her dress. “Because I think all of them and more.” 

Elle’s heart thudded loud enough she was sure he would hear it. 

“I’m not looking for… A relationship or anything like that.” She managed to get out. “I’m single, and I want to stay that way for… A while.” 

“Good,” He rubbed his cheek against hers. “So then there’s no harm, no foul.” 

“Can we at least go inside?” She felt herself shivering, her skin aching for his touch and warmth when it left. Less in a carnal way, but more for body heat reasons. “It’s a little chilly out.” 

“I can tell.” His finger traced her nipple through the fabric snickering when she inhaled sharply, a wavering moan working past her lips. 

Ears went straight up, alert at the sound. He tried to go back to a more serious expression, but his smile started to break through the thin line of his mouth. 

“Sorry. I forgot that you humans have… Almost nothing to keep you warm once you take these-” He gave her other dress strap a tug, letting it fall down her shoulder. “Off.” 

“I think we’re past the point of being subtle.” 

“Oh thank God.” He doubled over, hands resting above his knees, body shaking with laughter.

His hand wrapped around hers. “So-” 

“Wait!” She turned on her heel, running back to her car. “Since someone decided a backflip-” 

“Back handspring.” 

“- acrobatics were a good sobriety test. I didn’t turn it off!” The door was still open! If she had been in the Leviathan district, she could have had someone sneak in and steal it. 

Leaning inside, she quickly turned the key and yanked it out of the ignition, snatching her purse from the backseat.

Then yelped as Aki looped an arm around her waist, lifting her onto his shoulder, kicking the car door closed behind him. 

“I gotta admit, I expected you to be a little racier in the underwear department,” Aki commented as he walked, tail swishing in front of Elle’s face. 

It brushed against her nose, the tickling making her sneeze. When she went to open her mouth to try and banter back, it nearly got into her mouth. She managed to get a decent grip on the waist of his jeans and keep her face from smacking into the overly excited appendage. 

“Next time I go to a work party, I’ll put on my best ‘I’m getting laid’ thong,” Elle grunted as she attempted to straighten herself. “And be sure my dress is long enough so when I’m being caveman carried, my coworker doesn’t get an early peek.” She swatted him on the ass with her purse. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Aki warned, wiggling his hips, stopping to unlock the door of the complex. Before he opened it, he swatted her on the rear, loud rather than hard. “Or you’re going commando.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Elle squirmed at the thought. Was she going to be a brat tonight? Or was the power struggle part of the game? 

“Try me,” He teased, hand slipping down and teasing at the edge of her panties, nail sliding under the fabric. She could feel the material strain, before he placed his hand back on her rear, giving it a hearty squeeze. 

“And keep your voice down,” His tone shifted to serious. “There’s a lot of old ones who live in the building trying to get some sleep.” 

Elle shifted trying to get a look around.

While the lights were on, the lobby they’d walked into was void of people. Small blessings, she supposed. There were a few bulletin boards, papers tacked to them, plastered with stock photos and advertising community events. 

She tried to imagine the overstuffed chairs and benches filled with a bunch of elderly people, clutching walkers and canes. The image was… Rather peaceful. 

“Do you like it here?” Close to work. And within their price range? Possible rules about after hours noise? 

“It’s alright.” He shrugged, jostling her. They got to an elevator and he pushed the button to call it. “Although you have to be at least one hundred and fifty to live here.” 

Elle groaned. It figured. These things always came with a catch. 

Aki chuckled, before stepping into the elevator as the doors opened. 

There were handrails on the walls. Elle grabbed one, taking in a deep breath. “Please tell me you’re almost there. I can feel the blood rushing to my head.” 

“Oh?” Aki’s tone was mischievous. “I think I’ll be taking advantage of that sneak peek now.” His arm around her hips tightened. 

“Don’t you dare drop me.” 

“Then it’s in your best interest to stay still.” Aki’s left hand ran up her thigh, fingers running across her clothed sex. 

“Well well, Miss Shepard,” He noisily sucked on his fingers, making Elle’s heart jump. “You’re drenched.” 

“And who’s fault is that?” 

Aki’s tail thumped against her cheek rhythmically, as if scolding her. 

After a few test strokes, Aki slid a finger under the fabric, his claws barely tracing over her. Elle’s breath caught and she went rigid, her grip on the rail becoming white-knuckled. 

“Relax.” He purred against her thigh. “I’ve done this a time or two before.” 

Aki teased, nails pressing just enough for the pressure to be noticed, but never actually causing pain. As he slid his fingers back and forth she could feel them start to become slick. She bit her lip, trying to muffle the moans. 

While he never stuck a finger inside, he pumped hard against her, finding her clit and beginning to circle it. 

He’d give one lazy swirl, then an agonizingly slow stroke, then go back to circling, alternating between counter and clockwise. And he made sure to wipe the wetness on her thighs, smearing evidence of his work all over. 

“Longest elevator ride of your life, huh?” 

The ding and the creak of the doors couldn’t come fast enough. Elle was panting heavily, almost unable to let go of the bar as Aki began to step out. Her vision was filled with black spots, every part of her aching to shed her clothes and be filled. 

Once he’d unlocked the door he took a few steps into the apartment, wood creaking under his feet. As he moved around in the dark, she could hear a click, and amber light flooded the room. 

Blinking rapidly, Elle covered her eyes. There was a thud as her purse hit the floor. After a few seconds, she peeked between her fingers. 

“I’ve got you,” Aki reassured her, kicking off his shoes at the entrance, before untying her sandals and letting them fall to the ground. 

“Are you planning on putting me down at all?” 

“Yep.” He passed an overstuffed couch. At first, Elle worried he was going to put her on it. Her head was spinning so much that she knew that keeping her balance would be almost impossible. 

He opened the door to his bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment, it was pitch black. A few slants of light illuminated a bed, showing a navy blue comforter. The frame also seemed to be a dresser, as there were handles on the side. 

Before Elle could take in the rest of the room, she was suddenly airborne. The bed creaked as she landed on it, the comforter floating up on either side of her. The hem of the dress had gone up to her ribs, but she didn’t care. 

Aki stood in the doorway, amber eyes almost glowing in the dark. His steps were slow, like a wild cat stalking prey, as he approached the bed. 

“Couple things,” He began, tail swishing back and forth behind him. “No, my cock is not barbed.” 

The tip of the tail brushed against Elle’s nose, making it wrinkle again. “The further away from the base, the less sensitive my tail is. That being said: If you pull on it, I will not be responsible for what follows, usually a scratch or bite, and not in a sexy way.” 

Lifting a hand, he flicked the claws, reminding Elle they were there. As if he hadn’t been teasing her with them for the past fifteen minutes. Then, he traced over her throat, lips following his fingers. 

Elle moaned softly, about to grab him. He caught her hand in the air and put them on either side of her head. 

Finally, he pointed to his ears, and they wiggled. “Ears are just like yours, but a lot more sensitive. So don’t go tugging or biting on them willy-nilly.” 

He hunched over Elle’s form, hands twined with hers, legs squeezing hips. His jeans scratched against her bare legs, his hardness visible. Leaning down, his voice barely above a whisper, he asked: 

“Do you still want to do this?” 

She nodded. 

“I need to hear you say it.” 

“You couldn’t have gotten me out of the elevator if I didn’t want to.” Or through the front door, for that matter. 

Pulling her dress up, he slid it off her and dropped it on the floor. He stared, finger tracing the V of her neck and collarbone. 

Trailing lower, he circled her nipples with his thumb, before lowering his head and giving both a loud suck. She could see a flash of pink between his white fangs, the tapered tips grazing the delicate skin. 

Each time his lips closed on her, it sent a shudder through Elle. Grabbing the comforter, she gripped it tight, doing everything in her power to not buck her hips. Not beg him to go faster. Not demand that he stop licking everywhere but the spot he’d been so intent on teasing earlier.  

He hooked his thumbs under her waistband after what felt like an eternity of drawn out licks and light nibbles, peeling them off slowly. The friction of the fabric across her skin only served to light the white hot desire further, and she moaned as they finally came off. 

Grabbing her legs, Aki hoisted them onto his shoulders. 

“Now, I’m going to get this out of the way because everyone I’ve been with wants to know.” 

Elle’s sound of confusion became a squeak as he put his mouth directly on her and purred loudly. It was nowhere near what she imagined, and she devolved into a fit of giggles. 

Aki looked up at her. There was a light in his eyes she’d never seen before, maybe because the smile finally reached them. Something about it made Elle happy. Surely he’d heard her laugh before, but he’d never looked at her like… That. 

“Figure it’s a good tension breaker. I know a lot of people can be… Nervous when it comes to…” He gestured to himself. 

“You aren’t,” She managed to gasp between giggles. “My first demon, don’t worry.” 

“Yokai.” He insisted. “Although if you want to get technical, half yokai and half fae.” 

Elle managed to catch her breath. “Fae?” 

He nodded. “Yeah. I… My dad was a nekomata, my mom is a puca.” 

That explained the weird fog then. A spirit of a cat and a shape-shifting creature. She knew more about the latter than the former, but still, it wasn’t much. 

“I’d rather not think about them right now, so…” Aki’s hand ran up her thigh, “Distract me?” 

Hooking her ankles behind his head, Elle ground her hips into his face. He groaned against her, squeezing her thighs and pushing them apart. 

Even though he’d proven not to have a rough tongue, she was sensitive to each lick, jolts of pleasure arcing through her. The moans encouraged him further, his tail swishing back and forth as he continued to feast. 

She wanted the domestic cat to be put away and have the wild tiger come out to play. 

Like before, he’d chosen to be agonizingly slow, drawing out each roll of his jaw. His warm breath made her skin pebble, and she could feel him smile at his work. Running the soles of her feet across his back, she tried to subtly push him closer. 

Instead, he rose, pressing his lips to her clit, tongue flitting across it. The sudden speed made Elle see stars, her moan evolving into a scream. Her hands left the comforter, tangling in Aki’s hair just behind his ears, holding him fast. 

The barrage continued, claws sinking into skin and raising Elle’s hips. His tail whipped back and forth, stroking her ankles and calves, hard enough for her to gasp. 

Rather than a purr, she heard a growl from Aki. 

“Come for me.” The words were white hot against her. Elle could only hold tightly, trying to edge herself out a little more.

And then the barrage began again, not letting up. 

She finally lost her grip, her whole body shaking. His tongue was unrelenting, alternating between circling her clit and then plunging in and out of her. When she tried to scoot away, he pulled her back, nails scraping delicate skin. 

“I said: come for me.” He slapped Elle’s thigh, squeezing it tight, shifting her up so the blood began to rush to her head again. As the world began to spin, she felt herself finally let go, the orgasm rushing out like a geyser. 

Growling, Aki began to plunge even deeper, making her scream. 

Then, he was gone. Elle’s head continued to spin, hands closing on empty air and feet lowering. But before she could put them on the comforter, he came between her legs again. 

“How are you feeling?” He was panting, the slight movement making her quiver. 

Elle let out a  wavering whine, trying to find the words. The whole room was spinning, and while she felt sensitive, her body was still aching to be filled. 

“I think you got to fuck my brains back in.” She managed weakly.  “Words are hard.” 

“On it.” Aki ducked out of her legs again. A zipper pulled, and he wiggled out of his jeans. 

When he turned back to face her, she saw that he really was covered with dark fur all over. It thinned out a little around his hips and abdomen, but he was hirsute. And sure enough, he wasn’t barbed, but he was hard. 

There was the tell-tale crinkle of a condom wrapper. As he fiddled with putting it on, he leaned over her. 

“You’re going to keep your shirt on?” She tugged on the fabric, sliding her hand underneath it. His stomach and chest were warm, and Elle found her touch climbing higher. But before she could rest against him, Aki pulled away. 

“You ever get cat hair all over your clothes?” Aki said matter of factly. “I’d like to not have to hose you off tonight. Or get one of those little sticky rollers.” 

He picked up a bottle from the nightstand. It was a clear liquid, with a large silhouette of a large humanoid with horns embracing a smaller form, hearts over the groin region. She’d seen, and used, the brand before. It helped with interspecies couples who found their genitals were a little too large for the orifices of their partners. 

He squirted some directly onto the covered head, and gave himself a few strokes, coating his cock in lube. 

Grabbing behind her knees, Aki raised them again. Resting her legs on his shoulders, he lifted Elle’s hips. Between the wetness and the lube, he slipped right inside. 

Gasping, Elle shuddered, feeling herself clench. It filled her just the right amount, the pulsing of his cock making her sex throb. Even without the lube, he would have gotten in just fine, but she wasn’t one to argue. 

She went to try and wrap her legs around him again, but Aki held her fast. 

Aki slid in and out of her, taking in deep breaths. Each thrust, while slow, went deep as he could manage. Grinding his hips, he rubbed against Elle’s clit, drawing another moan from her. He sighed in response, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on her knee. 

Then, his grip on her legs tightened. Biting his lip, he continued to roll his hips, drawing the act out again. Every time he hilted, it was followed by a withdrawal that would tease him completely pulling out. But before completely exiting, he’d push his way back inside. 

While nowhere near as aggressive as before, Elle was still sensitive. Shaking breaths followed the gentle thrusts, and he finally dropped her legs. They were shaking so much it was a miracle he didn’t accidentally gouge or scratch her with his claws. 

Forming an arch over Elle, he put one hand at the nape of her neck and the other at the small of her back. 

With their bodies pressed together, Elle found her own arms encircling him. Resting her chin at the curve of his neck, she inhaled his scent as he began to pick up speed. His hips continued to grind against her with every thrust, and his breathing hitched. 

“You tasted so good around my tongue.” He hissed, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. 

“Now I wanna feel you come on my cock.” It wasn’t a demand like before, but it still rumbled through Elle. 

She buried her fingers into his shirt and her face into his neck. Thrusts sped up, panting and slapping filling the air. His skin became slick with sweat, and she could feel his cock twitch, begging for a release. 

His pubic bone drug across her in a deliberate motion, hips rolling and pressing deeper than he had before, a hand fisted in her hair. Lips latched onto her neck, sucking loudly, before finding her shoulder and doing the same. 

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she felt the soles of her feet brush against the base of his tail, catching it between her toes. 

Aki snarled, hard mouth covering hers. He caught her lips between his teeth, sucking hard, and snarling. His grip on her tightened, pinning her to the bed. 

Yanking Elle’s head back, he exposed her throat to him, lips running down it. A growl vibrated through his chest. Fangs traced over the delicate skin, before latching hard onto her shoulder.  

Elle gasped, back arching as she felt another orgasm rip through her. She clenched so hard Aki cried out, thrusting into her as his cock emptied. They were in seconds of one another, but time stretched out long enough to where it felt like an eternity. 

They stared at one another, panting. Bodies slick with sweat and the condensation of each other’s breath. 

Aki broke the gaze first, slipping off and out of Elle. He lapped at her shoulder apologetically, before resting his chin at the curve of her neck, warm breath making her skin tingle. 

Peeling off the condom, he tied off the opening and tossed it into a small bin next to the bed. 

Through shaking breaths, he planted a gentle kiss on her temple. 

“Let’s get cleaned off, huh? You don’t want to try and help me brush this out.” 

In the shower, Aki let Elle rest against him, arms circled around her waist. The hot water was a welcome respite. They didn’t say anything, just let it roll over them. 

Then, when Elle felt she’d had enough, Aki helped wrap a towel around her. Then, he walked her to the bed and had her side, before closing the bathroom door again. 

The roar of a hairdryer quickly followed. She had a feeling that it would least likely be the sound neighbors would complain about. 

Elle sat, staring at her clothes on the floor. Part of her wanted to just leave right then and there. But… If Aki had wanted her to, he would have said so, right? 

While she was sure dating was off the table for a long while it was… Nice. 

Sex without extenuating circumstances, bargains, or expectations for something else. No pressure for more or what was next. 

She checked her phone for notifications, sighing when she saw it was empty. 

Hopefully, Ash would call her soon with the great news that Adrian was captured. 

Then she could figure out what the next step would be. Her thoughts started to run together, and she found herself dozing. 

Aki came out of the shower, rapidly blinking at her presence. Despite his stoic face, his fur puffed up. It was almost comical, but Elle was barely able to hold her head up. 

“S-Sorry. I didn’t want to leave without saying ‘good bye’.” A weak excuse. 

“I’m… Actually kind of glad you stayed.” He admitted, “Driving tired is almost bad as driving drunk.” Staring at the bed, he cleared his throat. 

“We, uh, don’t have work tomorrow, but you can leave first thing in the morning.” His tongue flitted across his lip. 

“Or… You can stay for a bit. Don’t feel pressured either way.” 

She couldn’t help but smile. At least they were on the same page. An understanding.

Temptation had nothing on this. 

“You know what… That sounds like a great idea.” 

You can read the next part here!

[heartfullofleeches]

For all the yans who have to deal with loser reader. How would they feel if loser reader was...well themselves every other day of the year, but on their birthday they damn near worship the ground they walk on? I mean, it's still loser reader so they'd probably still complain about it but they do everything their yan/s say and generally treat them like royalty on their special day

Melon - Yanbot: The most normal about it. All they desire is to wear your clothes and sleep the day away with you. They ask you to accompany them to the grocery store so they can pick out a cake with your favorite flavor and other things they wish they could try, and watch you eat them. They're cheerful year round, but any praise and they'll be over the moon. Sets a countdown until their next "birthday" and replays the recording from that day every night until that day

Elio - Saint Yan: The second most more about it... On the surface. "OH, haha - you don't need to do all this for me. I'm more than happy just having you here...." That's a lie - on all plains but physical they're doing cartwheels." Drags you to stores they'd never go into on any other day and doesn't try on anything until they see your interest peaked. "H-hey Y/n.... What do you think of this choke- I mean collar. It's not for me - it's for my cousins dog! I'm just wearing it for reference.... But um - since it's my day and all... would you call me your good pet and let me fall asleep on your lap?"

Blythe - Yan Angel: The true most normal about it. She appreciates the kind words, but all this gal wants to do is play mini golf and go to as many buffets you can find and fill yourself up on before they kick you out. She's still buying you everything you see as is her sugar mama ways, but she cries, begging you on her knees to use your tickets to buy her a spider ring from whatever arcade you end up at

Tsundere Yan: Fucking finally. Sucks that shit up like a fine soup. Doesn't give a damn about your whining and insists you call them your dearest or they won't answer you at all. Cancels the huge gathering planned and raises their middle finger to whoever tries to complain or lessen their time with you under their will and thumb. If they aren't having your kid by the end of the night there will be riots.

Yan Demon Trio: "Birthday??" "Outta my way, losers." One is the only one with an actual birthday as they were once human. Sure the others were born, but they don't count the day as important. One is living that birthday hype up. They applied to every rewards deal they could find and you are joining them to get their free cake, ice cream, and useless nicknacks. They demain you bake them a cake despite the haul they carry home and devour all it first no matter how terrible it tastes. They honestly miss being human, but it's not all bad since they met you.

The others watch One and want their own free shit day too. As with them - they enjoy the treats but love whatever you give them more. They close out the day with their favorite activity/hobby, draining you completely dry - only you wear whatever they buy you. For One it's some high quality lingerie, Two enjoys those cow bikinis, Three wants you to be their cute bunny - but they get too attached to seeing with the ears and settles for just the suit honestly

[nico-di-genova]

Return of Rossi lore:

I’m at the end of 2022 in off track now. I have consumed so much off track I think it might be affecting my speech pattern. Please send help.

Claims he doesn’t dream or remember his dreams.

Was lowkey sugar babied once. Some fan sent him a random gift card to Trader Joe’s for $250 - completely out of the blue, had it mailed to the Andretti offices. They told him to buy ice cream (“get yourself something sweet” vibes). Alex just said “cool! 😄” and bought coffee flavored ice cream cones/ice cream.

Only has TikTok because Kelly yelled at him for not watching the videos she would send him. Says he prefers Instagram Reels (side eye)

Beer guy, traditionally. But after a certain number of drinks he’ll get a “hankering” for tequila. Problem is, he likes the expensive shit, will order copious amounts of said expensive tequila as shots and then 9 times out of 10 not do them. 1942 is his expensive tequila of choice.

Okay, rich bitch.

Because he ate Jimmy Johns on live television at some point during his 2016 Indy 500, he has a black card (aka free Jimmy Johns for life). He also has lifetime free wings at a local place in Indy because he mentioned them in an interview once. He doesn’t like to take them up on their offer though, because most the time the employees at Jimmy Johns don’t know how to use the card/he can’t place orders online with it. And it’s even more humiliating to go to the wings place because there’s a booth they sit him in that has his name on a plaque at it. Overall - he turns down the free shit to avoid the embarrassment/attention.

Favorite pie is confirmed pumpkin pie, because he is a man with TASTE.

Go to Starbucks order (in 2022) was a soy vanilla latte.

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (12): I Bet You Want Forever

a/n: hi my lovelies! i told you one day john would sing blue skies to cass and finally that day has come! the beginning of this chapter is heavy on cass and harding before we get to our beloveds but i hope you all like it. the next big plot point is going to take us to north africa where john and bobby cooper are going to meet and i just know you guys are going to love every minute of it. please feel free to pop into my inbox to chat about these two (or butter) whenever. love you all and can't wait to chat about this one and what comes next!

Easy as pie.

Her mother wasn’t found in the kitchen all too often but she made an exception when it came to the holidays. Mostly for Thanksgiving and mostly for the task of her apple pie. Cass would sit at the counter and watch her mother measure the ingredients with an ease that showed how many she had made over the years. Cut the butter with a bend of her wrist and focus on her face. Hand Cass a fork and allow her to stir, always ensuring she was gentle and gentle and gentle, as the water was poured into the bowl. If she behaved, she was allowed to poke at the dough with her fingers and delight at the feeling before she was ushered off to wash her hands. Before she was tucked back into a chair to watch quietly as her mother continued to work. 

The housekeeper peeling and slicing apples, her mother tossing them in sugar and cinnamon and nutmeg. Cass would hold her breath as they rolled the dough over the pie plate and filled it with the fruit, trimming everything as perfectly as they could before it disappeared into the oven. 

The whole house smelled warm and delicious in the days leading up to Thanksgiving. She remembered it fondly though fading as the months away from the Palmetto State. 

It was a slice of pie flavored like lemon that was placed in front of her and it almost made her pause her laugh at the joke the British colonel had just delivered. 

It wasn’t apple pie nor was it made by the hands of her mother but the plate was threatening to pull her under with the memories. With the longing to be back in the place that had effortlessly been described by the word home. The place that had her siblings and nieces and nephews and her horses and dogs…but it also had people like Landry. People that looked at her like a commodity, the same way the British officers were looking at her now. 

“It is a shame, Lieutenant, that dessert signals the end of a meal. Perhaps I could entice you to extend it?” She smiled and daintily slid a tiny bite of said dessert between her lips. Her eyes stayed on his as she tracked his gaze to her lips. They pressed together in a hum. He swallowed. 

Easy as pie.

----

She kept the fake smile on her face while they danced and made sure she was extra light on her toes as the Brits took turns spinning her around. They told her of their families around their cigarettes. How long it had been since they’d seen them. How old their children were. The quality of life they were living in London. When they had switched to cigars after dinner, she’d let their fingers brush hers. Tease them with touch as asked where an officer got calluses like those. With a puff of his chest he had told her all about his military training. Where it was. How long it was. The weapons he had handled in order to earn those very calluses. 

Cass ate up every crumb he offered and ducked her head in a giggle to seal the bubbly drunk deal. The only thing that could derail her night was his hand on her knee. 

“Sir…” she said with a bat of her lashes, her fingers wrapping around his and pushing as gently as she could manage. 

“Are you otherwise occupied, Lieutenant?” She smiled without showing her teeth.

“Occupied with thoughts of an Allied victory.” With a hand smoothing her skirts, she stood on steadied feet. “Might you walk me to the car?” She made sure Colonel Harding was in ear shot when she posed the question. She had no further interest in participating in this ordeal. All that she had come for had been obtained and her report would be more thorough than necessary. 

The RAF officer took her gloved hand with a bow of his head and led her into the cool, night sky while Harding made his rounds of goodbyes. 

“I do hope you had a wonderful night, Lieutenant Cooper, and would never hesitate to join me for another dinner.” 

“An open invitation?” Also keep them willing to see you again. One of the key tenets of her training. Never let them think you’ve tired of them or were bored by their company. It had been drilled into her at school to always secure a next meeting. A way to contact them. A way to find them. A way to make sure you could cross paths again should you need to. There was no  way of knowing when his loose lips would prove useful to her once again. 

“Always and forever, Cassandra.” Her eyes twinkled in the starlight. Oh she had him so good. 

“Lieutenant. Shall we be going?” Harding’s words were clipped and stern without even attempting to hide his displeasure with the scene he had found himself intruding upon. Cass nodded respectfully to the Brit before taking Harding’s elbow and allowing him to escort her to their waiting Jeep.

“You seem displeased,” she muttered as they moved outside of earshot, the plastic smile slipping from her face.

“I asked for your expertise in assessment not a honey trap.” Cass scoffed as he lit a new cigar and opened the passenger door for her.

“A honey trap? Colonel, I did nothing improper tonight. Led him to believe nothing. Promised him nothing. Ruined nothing.” How dare he imply she had leveraged something distinctly unholy to get any information tonight. She had flirted. Leaned into her femininity. But she hadn’t crossed that line the way she knew other women from her class had and would. How could she when she had John Egan waiting for her back at Thorpe? Losing him wasn’t worth anything in exchange.

“You have done more for this war effort than any of those men have.” 

“And that’s a problem?” 

“I asked you here because I know you’re good at your job and because I knew you needed to rip the bandage off. But seeing you with that officer…The OSS is only ever going to view you as lesser than.” She chilled her face into stoicism and blinked against the night-chilled air. 

“I don’t owe you an explanation or justification for my career.” Had he not just been the first to find her after Berlin? Had he not coaxed her blood-soaked hands from the back of that airplane? From around the wound of her friend who had died in her arms?

“Cassandra, you could be so much more.”

“Like what? A girl who hands out coffee and donuts? Your secretary?” Your wife was burning on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it down. 

“At least you wouldn’t be dead.” 

“And how does my death concern you?” she asked with the clarity of a viper and the sting of its venom. The lights of the officer’s club were growing in clarity before her eyes. He put the car into park before turning to her.

“I would like for your well-being to concern me. Beyond being someone in your chain of command.” God, she knew exactly where this was going. What the hesitancy in his tone and words implied. What the look in his eyes would be if she dared to turn and look into them. It was the sentiment he had pondered sharing with her that night in London. The sentiment she had brushed aside as just a handsome man enamored by a young woman. It hadn’t even crossed her mind to consider he would bring his lust to the forefront again. Certainly not after it had been made abundantly clear that her heart was in the hands of another. Firmly. “I shouldn’t have let you leave that night without telling you. Without asking you-”

“Please let me out of this car.” She was giving him one chance to save his dignity in front of her. One chance to unlock the doors and let her walk into the officer’s club. One chance to pretend the conversation had never gone down this path. If he did that, she’d spare him the wrath of telling the Major who was waiting behind those doors to dance with her. Make love to her. Spend his whole life with her.

“We would be happy together.” Screw it. She bent her legs and kicked, the flimsy door of the Jeep opening against its will and swaying back and forth. “One day Major Egan will not land after a mission.” She whirled on him. Fire in her eyes and her hands threatening to rip through the fabric of the seats with her rage.

“Don’t you ever…ever say anything like that. To me, to yourself, to anyone! I will end your career if you do, am I understood?” Acknowledgement flicked across his eyes. She had a folder on him. The same way she did everyone else. “Say it out loud, Colonel.”

“Understood.” She held his gaze for a beat longer before rolling her shoulders and letting her anger pass. The compartment of her emotions locked back into place. 

Her toes daintily touched the ground, her gloved fingers tucked her curls back into place and she settled her purse into the crook of her elbow. “Enjoy your evening, Colonel. It sounds like there’s a band playing!”

----

Gale wished the music was louder. Just enough to drown out the incessant tapping of John Egan’s foot. He was restless. He was restless and he was fidgeting and it was detracting from the music that Gale thought was actually really well performed. A perfect balm for the day in question.

“You know what this is missing?” He knew what John was going to say.

“Nothing.”

“Vocals.” The Major went to stand and Gale pressed him back into his seat. John huffed but straightened his jacket and with a sip of his drink, settled back into his chair. “Shouldn’t she be back by now?”

“I don’t know what her business entailed, John.” He had kept one eye trained on the door the entire night. Had sipped angrily at his drink. Was even more restless than he normally was by his own standards. “However, I am certain she doesn’t want to spend any more time with Harding or away from you than she absolutely has to.”

“The whole thing makes me uneasy.” The job of being a spook in itself. The lack of time since Berlin before she was being called on again. The way Harding had gone about convincing her to attend this dinner on his arm. The fact that she never seemed to fear for her life and left all the worrying up to him. But, he supposes, she would say the same thing about his regard for the future as well. “Maybe if I start singing, she’ll feel compelled to answer the call and appear.”

“Only to put the rest of us out of our misery,” Gale muttered back. John was in the process of leaning around him to get someone else’s opinion when the door to the hall creaked open and the gentle tapping of heeled shoes pierced his ears through the music. He’d be able to follow the cadence of those steps through a dogfight. 

“Something’s wrong.” It was plain as day to him. Her shoulders were tight and drawn back like she was readying for a fight. He could almost feel the tension that was rippling up and down her muscles. It was how he imagined she would look in the presence of her mother in South Carolina. Stoic and perfectly coiffed and put together. Though that unyielding gaze and ferocious set to her jaw would probably exist in any time or place that Cass did. 

She met his gaze just as the tune shifted to Blue Skies and he figured it couldn’t be a mere coincidence. Not when the exact person who had chased away his blues was looking right at him like she needed a reminder that she was still loved by him. He wouldn’t let her question that for a second. “I’m going to sing,” he announced, rising from his seat before Gale could think to stop him again. 

John reached the microphone and picked up with the music exactly where it was. Cass watched with awe as he smiled and danced, his voice rasping as it reached for the notes at the edge of his range. She placed her fingertips over her lips but a giggle managed to escape anyway as he pointed a finger directly at her and beckoned forward. In the name of potential embarrassment, Cass shook her head. He was undeterred.

In what could only be described as a shimmy, John made his way over to his love and gently placed her purse in the hands of the bartender before pulling her into the center of the dancefloor. She caught herself against his chest before he pushed her out into a spin and caught her under the small of her back for a dip. 

“Did you miss me tonight?” she asked, slightly out of breath. 

“You appeared just when it was becoming too much,” he answered.  He lifted her and they settled into the beat of the song and other couples began to join around them. “Did you have a good night?” The Colonel had walked in at some point during their song and dance, pulling Red aside almost immediately to partake in a whisper campaign. 

“I got what I needed.” There was no use adding to his burden with the details of the car ride home. In her mind it had been handled. And if Harding chose to challenge her threat? Well, she’d handle that too. Swiftly. 

“Did you miss me tonight?” he asked, posing her own question back to her. The tip of his nose reached for hers and she nuzzled it back with as much love as she could muster.

“I did. Just made me think of all the dresses I have in my closet back home I know you’re going to love.” The life of a high society woman was full of dresses and scarves and stockings and heels and everything else that was in short supply over in England. In South Carolina, Cass could never wear the same thing twice and careful consideration into the color palette always began weeks in advance. As the eldest daughter still eligible to marry, the color palette had aligned to her complexion last season. In a couple years, her sister Jill would make her debut and become the centerpiece of the considerations. Cass didn’t miss much about that public life of being a Cooper in South Carolina. But she missed her family and wanted to be there for her sister for the occasion.

“How big is your closet back home?” They were gently swaying to the music and didn’t care if they were matching the pace of those around them. The only space that existed in this world was the tiny circle they occupied.

“At least the size of my office here.” John balked.

“Why on earth do you need a space that big?”

“I have at home dresses, morning tea dresses, afternoon tea dresses, lesson dresses, small, medium and large social gathering dresses-”

“I get the picture,” he chuckled, quieting her with a kiss to her pouted lips. “Don’t give me that look, baby.”

“This is the look of a girl who won’t give up any of her closet space for you.”

“That’s fine. I’ll even let you have my half.” If he could even afford a fraction of the space it seemed her lifestyle required. 

“Presumptuous. Since when did we agree to share a closet?” He gave her a breathless laugh but tightened the grip he had on her hand and her waist. As if he was all of a sudden afraid she was going to disappear from his arms. 

“Well, you agreed to come home with me after we dance on Hitler’s grave,” he hummed in thought, “and I don’t know what the OSS is paying these days but the Army Air Force is not paying much so it might take me some time to buy the big, beautiful house you deserve that would allow you to have a closet of the grandeur you require so you might have to share with me for a little while.” His eyes connected back with hers and though he tried to keep that aloof gleam to them, hers had gotten wholly serious. 

“John…You don’t think…You don’t think any of that really matters to me, do you?” Cass paused and reached to hold his chin between her thumb and first finger. “I miss my family. I miss the comforts of home. But I left that life on purpose and of my own accord. Traded it in for the one I’m in now with blood and mud and early mornings and long nights. I do want to go home with you when all this is over. I want it so bad. Gosh, I’d do it in a fucking shoebox if it meant that day would come even a moment sooner.” 

“Cass.” Her name was a hoarse whisper as he breathed it. 

“Don’t give up on me, please,” she begged. 

“That’s not…Cass, that is not at all what my hesitancy is about.” Someone bumped into John with an apology and he quickly pulled Cass to his chest before moving to the outskirts of the hall. “I know you're accustomed to a certain kind of life and I know you don’t need much to be happy but in my soul I know I want to give it to you. I’ve seen all too often when love isn’t enough and I can’t…Fuck, Cass, I can’t stomach the idea of ever not being able to provide for you.” She smiled and took a step closer to him, her head fully tilting back so they could be no misconstruing the emotions swirling in her eyes. 

“Sidney Landry has the kind of money you’re talking about. But he could have never loved me the way you do.” Her hand pressed flat against his chest and she smiled at how sure his heart was beating. Maybe a little frantic. But it was strong and steady and John Egan was so alive it made something wild spurn to life inside her. Something she had only teased herself with back home by running away. Running around Europe. “You make me want to break free from a cage I didn’t even know I had locked myself in. I need you, John. Just you. We have the rest of our lives to figure everything else out.” She didn’t know how to properly explain to him that they would never have to worry about money. That her trust fund and inheritance tied to the business empire with her name on it could fund the lives of everyone in the dance hall and their families back home for years and years. There was no way to put it into words that didn’t sound like a spoiled, pretentious princess. An identity she was inspected to have. One day, when he came home with her to South Carolina, she could show him. It would be easier that way.

“I love you. I’m going to do this right, Cass. I promise.” This was once in a lifetime. The kind of love you didn’t get a second chance on. The kind of woman that had no reason to sit around and wait to see if he would fulfill his promises. Cass was even the type of woman meant to be on earth, an angel who had blessed him with a cotton candy sky. He had one chance. One chance to ensure he had the honor of loving her, feeling her love in return, for the rest of his life. 

One chance to survive a war. The horrors of flying a plane through enemy territory. The horrors of his brothers not returning. Sometimes it felt wrong to be so happy in this environment. But then he looked at her. His beautiful Cass. His. The woman he loved. Cherished. Devoted himself to every day. The woman he intended to make his wife one day. The mother of his children. And he swore he would make it to twenty-one missions. 

“You are right, John. You.” Tonight, that was all that mattered.

[solriccino]

WuWa Special Dishes

Jiyan, Lingyang, Encore, Calcharo, Danjin, Yuanwu, Yangyang, Baizhi, and Aalto

Just remembered the existence of special dishes after I got Jiyan's and thought of showing most of the others' special dishes. I don't have all the recipes unlocked so I can't do all of them! (Guys I killed so much poor animals for this I feel like a murderer but at least my Uncle Mahe made bank today)

See Jiyan's here: Jiyan's Special Dish: Yesterday in Jinzhou (yeah he had his own blog I'm a Jiyan hyperfixator)

Lingyang: Liondance Companion

How to obtain: Cook Jinzhou Skewers with Lingyang as the assistant.

Increase all party members' ATK by 120, lasting for 15m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

Snacks Lingyang made for the Liondance audience. The treats were a perfect combination of fatty and lean meats, complemented by fruits and vegetables to balance out the heaviness. Ideal for enjoying while watching the performance.

Encore: Baa Baa Crisp

How to obtain: Cook Star Flakes with Encore as the assistant.

Increases all party members' DEF by 40%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

After multiple attempts, Encore triumphantly created a dish she was pleased with. Golden and crunchy, each bite resembled a miniature lamb. And after indulging, one would surely dream of frolicking among sheep. With this culinary masterpiece, there's no need to fret - it can be savored without hesitation.

(This took me like 12 attempts to finally get in comparison to everyone else who took me like around 3 attempts so they're not lying when it took Encore multiple attempts to make her dish 😭😭 If that was intentional that is such a great detail)

Calcharo: Ration Bar

How to obtain: Cook Food Ration Bar with Calcharo as the assistant.

Increases the DEF of all Resonators in the team by 36% for 15 minutes. In multiplayer games, it only affects your own characters.

Calcharo has a fondness for Huanglong's Food Ration Bar. He believes it efficiently satisfies basic energy needs in the wild and has a unique taste. To cater to some of the younger merc's preferences, Calcharo has enhanced the bar by adding dried fruits, sugar beans, and various seasonings, creating a variety of flavors.

(Idk about u guys but something about Calcharo liking the food ration bars is so weirdly cute or I'm just a girl)

Danjin: Loong Whiskers Crisp

How to obtain: Cook Loong Whiskers Crisp with Danjin as the assistant.

Restore 50 points of Stamina.

The delicious scent of Loong Whiskers Crisp enveloped Danjin as she bit into the perfectly crisp exterior, her teeth sinking into the dreamy floss coating. Despite her love for this sweet treat, she always wished for more. The kind stall owner suggested adding extra ingredients to enhance the sweetness even further, a tempting offer that Danjin couldn't resist.

Yuanwu: Sanqing Tea

How to obtain: Cook Angelica Tea with Yuanwu as the assistant.

Increases all party members' max HP by 28%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

The Sanqing tea from Yuanwu Boxing Gym has healing properties, aiding the spleen, lungs, and alleviating worries. A cup after a boxing session boosts blood flow and circulation while soothing the mind. The perfect combination of exercise and tea brings a sense of inner peace, momentarily freeing one from mundane concerns and desires.

Yangyang: Fluffy Wuthercake

How to obtain: Cook Wuthercake with Yangyang as the assistant.

Increases all party members' ATK bu 33%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

A Wuthercake made with Yangyang's special formula. It incorporates whipped egg whites instead of the usual yolks. The result? A fluffy and tender treat that is both delicious and nutritious, thanks to the addition of berry jam. This revamped recipe caters to all ages, from seniors to picky kids, making it a satisfying indulgence for everyone.

Baizhi: Iced Perilla

How to obtain: Cook Perilla Salad with Baizhi as the assistant.

Increases all party members' Crit. Rate by 12%, lasting for 15m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

In moments of research block, Baizhi turns to the chilled Perilla she always has on hand for a refreshing pause. The cool, herbal flavor soothes her senses and helps calm her racing thoughts. As she finishes her plate, her mind clears and she's able to refocus on her work with renewed determination.

Sanhua: Crystal Clear Buns

How to obtain: Cook Loong Buns with Sanhua as the assistant.

Increases all party members' DEF by 28%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

Sanhua revamped the traditional ingredients used in Loong Buns, creating a refreshing and translucent treat perfect for cooling down during hot summers. This delicacy quickly became a staple on the City Hall's tables, winning over the hearts of all visitors... and the Jinzhou Magistrate herself.

Aalto: Misty Tea

How to obtain: Cook Happiness Tea (the recipe is named Xi Ling Tea) with Aalto as the assistant.

Increases all party members' DEF by 14% and max HP by 12%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

The tea is a favorite of Aalto. As the water in the pot turns to mist and then back into water in the cup, the aroma of the tea is coupled with the soothing mist. "Now, let's get down to business." It seems Aalto's mastery of tea-making is just one of his many skills in the business world.

Notes on the special dishes of those who I haven't included here

Mortefi: Crispy Squab (Recipe obtained at Casket Delivery level 10 aka you have to get all Sonance Caskets)

Chixia: Jinzhou Maocai (Recipe obtained at Chef level 4)

Taoqi: Kudzu Congee (???)

Verina: Morri Pot (???)

Jianxin: ??? (She's the only one I don't have asjsj)

Bonus pics of my Jiyan <33

[madlittlecriminal]

Sweet Tooth ☾ Steven Grant × Female!Reader

Request: yes! from @bubblegumfanfics - Totally require a Steven Grant fix where the reader is a hella good baker and Steven loves her little treats. She tries confessing to him by making him chocolates and all of the things he loves but he isn’t getting a picture. One day the reader turns up at his place with chocolates and freshly baked snacks for a movie night and as they’re doing that Steven just goes like “You know I’m in love with you, right?”

Warnings: if you have a sugar craving or crave something as soon as you read it, i apologize. trust me, im craving sweets now & i don’t have much of a sweet tooth. also, if you don’t like Peacock, im sorry :,) I’ve been watching a lot of stuff on there recently & it’s free unless you don’t want ads so naturally, my broke self loves it & im tired of Netflix rn 💀

Another day, another batch of left overs from the treats you made for your bakery. Usually, you would save them for the next day, but since it was Friday, you decided you’d take them home to try new recipes you found in cookbooks and on YouTube. Fridays were also one of the days in the week where you get to see Steven Grant; your favorite customer and the man you had a crush on. He’s always been so nice to you and, although sometimes shy and awkward, made decent conversation with you. You probably wouldn’t admit it to his face, but you absolutely loved it when he rambled about Egypt and different historic items as well as their Gods and Goddesses.

Not only did you know of his love for all things Egyptian, you also knew of his love for sweets, especially when it comes to chocolate, so each time he came in, you’d always add some form of romance to his goodies, but he never noticed. Today was different though as you both had a tradition to go to his house to watch a movie every other Friday.

You finished cleaning your bakery before packing some brownies, some homemade chocolate bars, chocolate chip cookies, some macarons and a few slices of cakes of different flavors. You locked up the bakery before making your way to Steven’s apartment, debating whether or not you would tell him before or after the movie since you wanted to get it over with.

When you got to his, he invited you in and helped you put the goods in the fridge as well as stealing a brownie from the container you brought them in. “So, what are we watching? A comedy? A documentary? Sci-fi?” He let out a nervous chuckle. “A romance actually.” You raised an eyebrow at his words. “Steven Grant watching a romance? That’s something I never thought I would witness.”

“Well, I do hope you don’t mind.” You shook your head before grabbing a chocolate bar from the fridge and sat on his couch. “No, it’s fine. I’m just surprised is all.” He sat next to you before scrolling through the romance section on Peacock. The silence was a bit awkward as the only sounds sound you heard was the occasional crunch of the chocolate bar as well as the the sips of water Steven took.

Suddenly the scrolling stopped and you looked over at Steven who was looking at you. “Do I have chocolate on my face?” You grabbed a napkin before wiping your mouth and he chuckled. “No, it’s nothing of the sort. I just feel like I have to tell you something, but I have no idea how you’ll take it.” You nibble on your chocolate bar, waiting patiently for him to continue. “How long have we known each other (Y/N)?” You took a sip of your water before saying, “I think it’s been almost two years now…?”

“Well, I think I’ll take this risk,” you looked into his dark brown eyes, searching for any hint of what he was going to do or say, but he hid it well, it was scary. “You know I’m in love with you, right?” At his confession, you choked on your own saliva, causing him to panic and quickly give you your water. After you downed it, he began apologizing. “I didn’t know you would react this way. I’m so sorry!” You shook your head and rested your hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Steven. I didn’t know though because every time I’ve tried to tell you, you never noticed.” He became shocked at your words.

“Since when?!” You laughed before pointing out all the little things you did for him that had hints of you liking him. “Since you never noticed, I didn’t think you felt the same way.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek, causing them to warm up. “Now you know that I do and I’m sorry for being oblivious to your attempts, love.” You rested your head on his shoulder and smiled. “That’s okay, Steven. I love you too.”

~~~~~

requests are open! feel free to look through my masterlists in case you want to request someone that isn’t the moon boys! :)

[greghatecrimes]

PPTH Gang + What I Think They’d Order At Starbucks, brought to you in incredible and unnecessarily extra detail by a very tired barista!

House: Black eye (black coffee with two shots of espresso), adds his own cream and sugar very sparingly. Occasionally when he’s alone he orders a Caramel Ribbon Crunch frap (guilty pleasure).

Wilson: Grande hot latte with soy milk. He used to order the “skinny vanilla” (latte with skim milk and sugar free vanilla) but stopped because House made fun of him for ordering the white mom drink.

Cuddy: This woman will drink any kind of coffee she can get her hands on in the morning. Even really, really shitty coffee. She just needs something to get through the day. But if she’s got time for Starbucks, I know she’s absolutely getting a tall Brown Sugar Oat Milk Shaken Espresso with two extra shots of espresso (four total). (That is a lot of espresso for a small drink and she needs all of it). She looks so stressed out that the barista draws a smiley face or a star next to her name on the cup, or writes “have a great day!”

Cameron: The Taylor Swift latte. Grande skim latte with caramel. She’s a basic bitch but she knows what she likes, good for her! In the fall she’s 100% a pumpkin spice latte girl and she probably also has the date written on her calendar for when Peppermint Mochas come back in the winter. When asked her name: “It’s Allie, A-L-L-I-E. Thanks!” automatically spells it out to make the barista’s life 3x easier.

Chase: Cameron orders for him because Chase has no idea what the names for anything are. Also likes a good Peppermint Mocha around Christmas (Cameron got him hooked; he stops drinking them after the divorce). Rest of the year he goes for an Americano, iced or hot, with almond milk. His Starbucks name is Bob, which never fails to make Cameron laugh. (Now I’m imagining putting that order out and yelling “ICED AMERICANO FOR BOB!” into a busy cafe and Chase standing there cluelessly like “who? me?” until Cameron nudges him, and I’m laughing my ass off)

Foreman: Regular, plain ol’ black coffee, any kind of dark roast. He adds his own cream very liberally but isn’t a fan of sugar in his coffee.

Thirteen: I spent way too much time thinking of the perfect thing for her. If she just gets coffee at work, just regular decaf coffee is fine. The bitter taste wakes her up since there’s no caffeine. If she wants a nice coffee, I think she’d like a decaf Doppio (two shots of espresso) with a bit of almond milk, one pump of vanilla, and one pump of hazelnut. Hot or iced, but always decaf. Gently but firmly tells the barista to please make sure it’s decaf because she’s “caffeine intolerant” (not wholly a lie. Helps her avoid the caffeine jitters.) Never uses her real name, either gives a random one or just says “Thirteen, like the number” when asked for a name by the barista. Always leaves a tip when she has cash. Orders her drink iced at any time of year if she’s in the mood for it and gets harassed by House for it.

Kutner: Rotates between different superhero names for his Starbucks name (Tony Stark, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clint Barton, etc.). Taub wants to melt through the floor every time he gets coffee with Kutner and his order is called out. Kutner thinks it’s hilarious. I really feel like he would be happy with anything you give him, but I think his go to if he’s specifically at Starbucks would be a java chip frap despite the fact that Taub lectures him about it (if he’s gonna treat himself to expensive coffee it may as well taste good!!). Also RIP Kutner you would have loved the Dragon Drink so much (both for the badass name AND the fact that it’s purple)

Taub: Doesn’t go to Starbucks often, probably really only goes with Kutner. Just orders a regular latte or cappuccino. He says he doesn’t see the point of adding in all the flavors and stuff because it’ll just drown out the coffee. Might put some cinnamon on top if there’s a shaker of it on the condiment bar. Would add cinnamon or nutmeg at home if he has the luxury of having a late morning and making his own coffee.

Bonus! Amber: Drinks iced coffee in the middle of a blizzard. Could also down shots of espresso like they’re tequila. The most intense bitch. Would be very visibly tense or stressed when ordering but as soon as her order’s done she’d thank the barista pretty genuinely. Go-to order is a cinnamon dolce latte, no whip but keep the cinnamon dolce powder.

[decimal86]

Failtopia Headcanons 2

Title says it all. Gonna say now that this list is a mix of serious and non-serious ideas, plus a few ideas for post-S2. Shared a lot of these with one of my mutuals, but I figured I'd share more with all of y'all. Enjoy!

While all fitting for warriors of some kind, there are a few minor specific differences in Erica, Orion, and Bob's starter gear. (Ex. Orion's armor is more well-kept and matching, since he was part of the royal guard. Meanwhile, Erica's is more worn down and mismatched since she at this point doesn't know how to maintain it and likely bought it on a budget from how much of a spur-of-the-moment decision it was.)

Bo's weird floating hands are more akin to an incorporeal extra pair to grab otherwise untouchable objects and interact with other undeads. Essentially, that one D&D ability, Mage Hand.

Due to being part fish, Shrimp is more heat sensitive than the rest of the cast. Neksdor would hypothetically be tough but doable, while Karkaton or the Powdered Peaks would be almost impossible if traversing alone. Luckily, she's not :D

Orion takes Slapo out trick-or-treating with whatever costumes she wants, so long as they're appropriate. One year, she was a brick. After S2, Chat and Petunyawn go, too with C!Failboat accompanying the latter.

Erica spent weeks after Bo's transformation into a vampire trying to raise her defense so her partner wouldn't have to stress over piercing her flesh while kissing and accidentally turning her into an undead.

Mar has an alcohol tolerance higher than any other living thing, being a demon, and thus has never been intoxicated. Still, he does his best to cure whatever hangovers may the others have with only the finest recipes he knows; if there's one thing he was passionate about since the start of his redemption arc, it's food.

Erica and C!Failboat remain close friends as, despite their less than ideal relationship in S1, Fail was Erica's first true friend after her string of terrible parties, and similarly, Erica was one of the first people that made him consider as more than a character—a real person, with struggles and emotions—that made him try taking his job seriously.

Deko now lives a quiet life in an off-the-map village somewhere in the Fey Realm. He works as a scout, finally able to live out his wish to help protect a community without fighting gods or being stuck in an overly tight demon suit. He also makes sketches and edgy poetry in his free time.

Chi celebrated her 21st birthday with a bowl of whiskey-flavored ice cream but, surprisingly, never felt any ill effects besides slight dizziness and a sugar crash.

Part of Piranhyawn being a terrible boyfriend comes simply from his species not requiring two individuals to mate, with both he and his daughter being a product of budding. (Note: not a justification, only an explanation)

Lanc was forced to learn how to play piano from their royal background—however, they dropped it and now play the accordion in their off time. Chi, of course, loves it.

C!Failboat actually does own some other clothes besides the cat onesie: a single white anchor-patterned button-up with jeans and tennis shoes, plus a full-on captain's uniform for some reason. He only wears it when the cat suit's in the wash.

While they haven't met yet, I'm certain Slapo and Purple Shep would get along perfectly.

I'm not sure if post-game can even be considered canon anymore, but the Deltarune fan song Megalo Clamour plays in Spamtang's head when he fights. Like the canon character's theme, but slightly more put-together and malicious.

Erica's actually more skilled with a spear than a sword, but only learns how to use it after the finale due to getting more free time to perfect her fighting style.

Chi has an excellent singing voice. Nobody knows why, not even Chi herself.

And that's all for now! Might do a part 3, but thank you for reading.

[suhjihanma]

─── Variety of Flavors

Pairing

Hanma Shuji / Female Reader

Summary

As the summer temperature rises, so does the action within the bedroom. Thankfully, Shuji offers ice cream in a time like this. You know the man all too well for him to simply suggest ice cream. More would be placed on the table.

Word count

3,942(?) words - editing.

Content warning/kinks

Pet play, pet name(s) - mentions of "kitty", "kitten", fingering, fellatio, dirty talk, ownership, and smut.

Author's note

This story was based on the poll that I created this past Friday. I wanted to post this to my main page but, I figured to post this on a fanfic blog in order to gain some type of traction. Anyways, we now have come forth to engage in fatherless activities. Shuji Hanma is aged up based on the time leap presented in Season one. Also, this is a new imagine blog so, for those who have any requests or suggestions, feel free to shoot a message, follow and check out the blog.

“Man, its hot as hell out here.” Running errands while battling the heat is no joke. Hanma could have been more proficient and decided to gather things with an earlier convenience but in the end, laziness triumphs everything. Not to mention that most stores around the area were not obliged to serve cold sweets before breakfast was served. Not that it matters or anything but, Hanma was seriously regretting his decision. Reaching up the steps to the apartment that both of you shared, he was eager to come inside to surprise you with some good ol’ fashioned ice cream. One cup filled nicely with “cake batter,” the other with “cookies and cream.” It was kudos from his significant other that you recommended the place for him. An American-owned restaurant that serves flavors that well more distinguished than the Japanese counterparts gave him a run for his money.  

Then again, he questions about the amount of sugar and extra conservatives being placed inside.  

“Hopefully, she won’t complain about the melting.” Desperate enough to get in, Hanma quickly opened the door to escape from the scorching temperatures. A brisk wind blew across his body as he closed the door and placed his shoes by the entrance. It was a blessing to be finally home from the heat, especially with someone who has been good this entire day. Hanma recalled the conversation that he had with you last night regarding to receive more rewards for good behavior. Funnily enough, he mentioned how ice cream was on his list considering the other actions had already been done or it grown to be a bit repetitive. 

 Walking towards the living room area, he passively remembers how obedient you became. Punishments grew to be less, let alone with the constant backtalking and misbehaving. Rewards had come more familiar within the household. The sounds of pleading, crying, and moaning had become a familiar sound within this home, and Hanma didn’t want to take that away from you or him. There’s something about seeing you fully submitting. The eyes that swell with fear, the scent that musk's with sweat-an aroma that circles with anxiety, and the knees that stain themselves with dirt and embarrassment. 

 Hanma’s inner thoughts are entranced with impurity as he looks towards you lounging, seeming as if you were in and out of her sleep. A light tint of the sunrays was beaming across your well-nourished skin. As you tossed in your sleep, a pair of cutely laced cat ears were rubbing at the texture of your hair, along with the fuzzy tail that prodded against your bare ass now rests at the top of your upper thighs. The blanket was the only piece of fabric that was holding you together, let alone it was underneath your body. Hanma could be a believer of a deity but, even so, you were a gift of a creation from God. How could a man like himself be blessed to have such fine beauty being presented to him. His life precedes ugly, yet you make it to be as beautiful as possible. 

Still, the blanket that you were lazing about on did not help what Hanma was going to do with you.  

His smile grew wicked as he walked over to you, favorite flavor of ice cream in hand. As his steps towards you grew to be closer, your eyes slowly opened at the man coming towards her. The sense of curiosity grew towards the man as he finally came to your view. You knew that his smile read nothing but trouble, but you couldn’t help but to be indulged with his trouble.  

“I’m back! Hopefully, you were good while I was gone.” Chuckling lightly, Hanma sat down on the couch and placed the cup of creamery on the table. You looked at him with a hint of caution while looking towards the cup that he placed on the table. An excited mewl escaped one of your lips as you came out from your nesting place. Stretching your body, it’s not you were trying to remove the kinks from your resting muscles. Rather than, you were trying to get a reaction out of Hanma. The arch of your back slowly rises with the tail that was resting on your thighs falls, the hips slowly pivoted from one side to the other as you began your crawl, and the smirk that stayed on Hanma’s face was all too familiar to you. Second nature be damned, it’s a scene that plays too well for the both of you. 

“Welcome back, Master.” You happily announced, slowly crawling to the gap of his thighs, resting your hands on each side. You can't help but to be excited to crawl in his presence. The ache of wanting to please him grew to be overwhelming as he buries his unoccupied hand between the textures of your hair. You swore to yourself that this man’s hands were anything, but bliss given. Comfortable scritches were layered across with loving as you purred lightly from his touch. An excited hum slowly rumbled through your throat as you continued to bask in the comfort of Hanma’s touch. It’s not only relaxing but something that perceives itself as assuring.  

“Aw, aren’t you an excited kitty?” The sultry tone of voice became sugar coated with coos as he stops caressing your hair. The matching collar that resembles well with your cat ears were now being held with Hanma’s fingers, forcing your head to tilt upwards to him. You ignored the drop of anxious pressure as you were now greeted with a smile that beamed uncertainty. Hanma was a difficult person to read faces off from, especially with his counterpart. Then again, his counterpart had cues.  

Hanma was a gamble. 

“Such a good kitty.” You saw him briefly looking over at the container before placing his eyes towards your vulnerable eyes. “You bought me ice cream, Master! How kind of you!” Excitement was steadily yearning in your voice as you looked at him with an expressive face. Your ecstaticity couldn’t handle itself anymore as you wanted to indulge in the sweet treat from him. “I am a good kitty.” You encouraged your reassurance by playfully nipping his hand that was still holding onto the collar, being careful not to bite over the tattoo that was on top of his hand.  

“That you are.” Releasing his hands from the collar, Hanma collected himself and opened the container. Grabbing a plastic spoon that was nearby, he scooped a small serving that looked like it had already softened from the heat earlier. Your eyes pleaded with hunger as you voiced a pouted response, begging for him to feed you the reward that you so ever pleaded for. With your soft mewls, that only made Hanma reach out underneath you with one of his free hands to add pressure to your clit. Two of his fingers pressed against the area with numerous nerve endings and you couldn’t help but moan out in protest. If this was his way of getting an unruly kitten like yourself in check, then it was considered cruel.  

He simply wanted you to fall in line.

“I’m not having any of that.” The sinister smirk faded to a stern look of disapproval. The man continued to rub underneath you as you tried your best to create a sensible reply to his order. “I can make you mewl, kitten.” Hanma noticed that the mewls coming from your mouth grew to be coherent with his taunting. “Just you got to be good to me.” A cool yet soft texture formed in the inside of your mouth. Without a notice, Hanma quickly serves you the spoon and places it inside your mouth. The taste coats your palette as you can’t help but to mouth off a pleasurable moan from the action that was happening underneath you. Senses begin to confuse you as you fully succumb to Hanma’s touch. Him feeding you ice cream can wait, rather you want to fully be tormented by touch. Disobedience is now aching to turn another chapter into you as Hanma continues with his enjoyment of torment. Oh, if only you had the chance to overtake his role and make him succumb to you.  

There will be a snow day in hell before that happens. 

“And I’ll be good to you.” The mewls that were exiting from your mouth had grown to be suppressed by a warm mouth pressed against yours. The noises had partly ceased from a kiss now grew to be anything but moans of pleasure. The warmth of his tongue coating alongside the coolness of the treat in your mouth became intoxicating. The softness of his tongue explored the open areas of yours as you began to dwell deeply into an abyss full of enticement. Seconds grew to minutes, and minutes grew to hours as you were fully locked within Hanma’s kiss. You barely noticed it but, Hanma started to palm himself between the area that rests against his upper thighs. No wonder the breaths grew to be more deepen by each stroke. Seeing him get more excited made you grow familiar with a certain pit inside your stomach. A feeling that rushes towards the bottom of your sex, you couldn’t help but to mewl out again in pleasure.  

“Master, are you playing with yourself?” You whined. Looking at Hanma, you break away from your kiss while Hanma continued to pepper kisses across your lips. It’s quite rare to see this side of your master come out. The lovingness nature of a sick and stricken man was unfamiliar in your eyes in the bedroom, yet you could imagine that the heat could be a play in factor in regards of submission and dominance. Hanma looked at you with a soft smile and moved his hand away from your sex. The glistening fluids coated his fingertips as he brought both fingers to your mouth. He could only imagine how wet you are down there, more wet enough to slightly decorate the floor with secretions from being under his control. It was a non-verbal command for you to lick the remaining excess from his fingers. The strong taste that carried from underneath now mixes with the saliva that the both of you secreted, along with the creamery sweetness that lingered long enough in your mouth. You couldn’t help but become drunk in the aftertaste that coated the inside of your mouth. Hanma teased his fingers inside of you, slowly prodding them in and out before letting themselves be removed.  

“Master's can play with themselves too, Kitten.” He moaned out before slowly unbuckling himself. You sat and watched Hanma take his precious time in getting his belt off along with the button and zipper. It’s as he is teasing you with his slowness. “Although, you got to have a bit of patience.” He spurted out a soft grunt before showing off a smirk in your response of what happened earlier. “Oh, I couldn’t help myself, Master. I need you to fill me.” The last sentence of your protest made you rub your thighs together by the thought of having Hanma inside you. Patience is considered a virtue, but it only became an afterthought. You couldn’t help yourself to give into temptation. It made its mark before you could be an obedient pet by obeying his every command. Still, Hanma can be considered the most forgiving when it comes to correcting misbehavior. Thankfully, this was the last time that your master would let this one slide.  

“I know, Kitten. Still, you got to be a good kitty for me.” Hanma slowly adjusted his pants down to the start of his knees. “And how good kitties correct their behavior, hm?” The tail that was resting against the floor now gets lifted by one of Hanma’s hands as he moves the plug in a torturous, slow pace. The movement of the plug made you whimper out in excitement as you completely folded to his thighs, grabbing whichever flesh is present. “M-master, my t-tail!” You cried out as the movements were too much on a sensitive person like yourself. You wanted Hanma to stop but then again, you want him to still maintain his exact composure with torture. The beginning piece continued to go in and out as you pleaded with Hanma to stop, the mewling grew to be constant as you started to buck your hips to the motion of the plug, daring yourself not to get uncoordinated with his movements.  

“What about your tail?” Hanma questions you in a dull tone of voice before now guiding his hands along the container of ice cream. Whining out of agony, how dared he stop pleasuring you, cursing him about worrying about trivial things rather than giving you the satisfaction that you ever so desperately need. Frustrated, you nudged your cheeks to his opened thighs, playfully nibbling at the area. “I need more.” You couldn’t take it anymore. The desperate need of wanting more than just his fingers grew to be a bit out of control as you slowly bring yourself to the head of his cock. The anger of wanting pleasure overshadowed the presence of Hanma’s cock that was profusely a hint color of red. Hanma didn’t say a word, he just looked over at you, studying the hardened form with your hands and lips. One of your fingers had gone downward to his balls as you gently lick the head in a lapping motion, almost identical to a cat’s. As the motion continued, you caressed his balls with one of your hands as you carefully moved them in the palm of your hand. A response from him squirming underneath you made you mewl ever so sultry. The heavy pants of Hanma as he slowly tries to buck inside your mouth gave you enough edge to continue. Giving his own rights of punishment would be listed enough as equals, but you wanted to indulge in your fruits of labor. That part can come soon, right now you want to please Hanma with one of your mouth techniques  

“Fuck, Kitten. Fuck. You take my cock so well. Drink all my milk, okay?” You made a slight face as you locked eyes with the man who continued to move his hips gently to the movements of going down on him. “Drink your milk?” You broke character, as if you want Hanma to try again with his dirty talk. You playfully swipe your tongue across the tip of his cock, only to have him shudder in response. “Less talking, more sucking.” He groaned out, grabbing another spoonful’s worth of ice cream and without warning, the soft contents that were melted from the cup slowly started to drip on his cock. You watched him with curious intent as he continued to drench the contents of melted cream, as each hint of coldness touches his skin, a slight shiver of discomfort grew to be more visible.  

“I said that I was going to reward you today, so here it is, Kitten.” Hanma chuckled as the components of the spoon were now gone. The excess that was layered was wiped away from the spoon as he placed it back on the table. Eyes that glow of pure bliss, the sensual touch of his fingers danced back towards the opening of your sex, fingers now circling around the entrance is now being plunged deep into the sensitive cavity. The whorish moans that eroded from your mouth now became silenced as Hanma forcefully guided your head to take him whole inside. The quivers of body tensions were released as Hanma quickly was to fold from the sensitivity of your mouth, he cries were more of a plea in dirty talk, begging you to take him from the inside. The hardness and warmth of skin made perfect ties with the sweet cream that fell into your mouth. The mixture of saltness and sweetness was quite intoxicating for someone who had such a greedy palate for your master. As you continued to move yourself up and down on his sensitive cock, Hanma continued to work his fingers alongside the deepness within your sex. Muffled cries and pleadings were sacred beyond this point. Hanma wanted you to submit out of pure intoxication. Handling out rewards that were traced with impure intentions was something both of you had grown to comprehend. As he reached to the sensitive spot that hid inside of you, his fingers slowly curved into a come-hither motion, making sure that you cry out on his cock. The movement of his fingers grew too much for you to bare as you lifted yourself off from his cock, the contents of the cream still linger over your lips as you mewl out in pleasure, body slowly starting to shake from the overstimulation in which your breathing began to become shallow.  

“Please reward me, Master!” You cried out, hips swaying in motion with Hanma’s fingers as he continues to stroke the sensitive area inside of you. “I need your reward...please, give me your reward!” You begged out pleadingly as you placed both of your hands to the base of his cock while continuing to lap at the head and tip like a cat in heat. “Reward....” A mindless repetition of sorts grew from you as your speech began to be muffled by the swelling size of his cock. Looking over, Hanma couldn’t take the pressure of you pleading so needily underneath. He could bring you to a field full of mind break by you constantly pleading over his cock, but then again, it’s nice for him to see you this vulnerable in a state of bliss. A submitting pet like yourself who only thinks about getting fucked from his fingers made Hanma want to take you all. “Such a needy little kitty.” Hanma slightly huffs at your needs before making a grunt in return. “You want your reward. Huh?” He questions you as you continued to suckle on the tip, which made him want to jump from the couch and fuck you from behind with the tail plug still intact. “Please, master? I’ve been such a good kitty.” Your mewls continued out in protest until Hanma got closer to your face. “God, you look cute with my cock in your mouth.” The nerves of embarrassment seemed to show in place as he continues to watch you suck him, knowing how which nerve correlates to the correct spot when going down on him. A grunt form in the back of Hanma’s mouth as he forcefully guides your head to the end of the base, violently going up and down which each cough or sputter gets muted with words of encouragement. 

 “Since you asked. You are such a well-behaved kitten.” The forcefulness of his motions was becoming a bit too much as Hanma continued to face-fuck you, hips moving rapidly along with the fact that you sensed that he’s about to orgasm soon. “Shuji!” You muffled out while the grip of his hands grew to be tighter with each stroke, let alone the continuous motion of his fingers that were inside of you didn’t seem to stop either. Being this sensitive grew to become more than enough to bear. If this way Hanma’s way into creating an orgasm from you, then it was complete torture yet, there was something beautiful in his torturous ways. At the end, he still wanted you to reach your climax even if he didn’t reach his. Maybe that’s what you liked about being under his control. No matter how overwhelming the sessions are, it still leaves you satisfied by the sense of his touch.  

“The more I fuck you, the more my name comes from your mouth.” Grunted Hanma as he continued to work his fingers inside of you. You moaned out in satisfaction as your hips began to furiously work themselves with the rhythm of his fingers. Pressure was building as you held yourself on his knees. You couldn’t take it anymore. All you wanted was some release and thankfully, Hanma could give it to you. 

 In his own way, of course. 

“Master, I’m about to come!” You cried out while lifting yourself from his cock as the orgasm overtook your body, a loud moan started to drag. Sensations in your body grew to overly sensitive with shock as you cry out in pure bliss, then going back to suck on Hanma’s cock while muffling cries are heard. “Come for me, Kitten. Come on my fingers.” Hanma repeatedly starts to stroke in gentle motions before he continues bucking his hips, this time in a slower motion. “Fuck, Kitten, I’m about to come.” He cries out. You gently remove yourself from his cock as your tongue swipes the hole entrance. “Master wants you to come for Kitten.” The sultry tone didn’t help Hanma as without warning his orgasm came over him like waves. The unexpected sensations of the orgasm slowly dragged itself from his body as each spurt slowly drenched the top of your tongue. As Hanma slowly begins to come down from his orgasm, the warmth of him coats well with the aftertaste of sweets as you swallowed the cum that rests on your tongue.  

“You taste amazing, Master.” Cheerfulness along with a hint of exhaustion grew from your voice as you continue to lap the remaining excess from his cock. A sensitive Hanma playfully tossed your hair before readjusting the kitten ears that became lopsided. “Even better than the ice cream, kitten?” Hanma looked over at the empty container before looking at you with an expression that reads tiredness as well. You shook your head in response to his question before climbing up on the couch to kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks for the meal!” You chipperly stated, bouncing up and down happily as you playfully move your fur tail, sweeping it left and right. Hanma looked at you with disbelief before scrunching his eyebrows. He tossed his head on the headrest of the couch before motioning you with one of his hands to come nearby. “How do you have this much energy after I just finger fucked, and face fucked you?” Specifically stating out each position, Hanma playfully pats your ass while you snuggle up to him, making sure that skin contact is close as it ever needs to be in this dire moment. “Because you give me energy, Master!” You playfully stated. “Master’s milk is Kitten’s energy.” A sense of pride grew in your voice as you nuzzle your face in your chest, a satisfied purr grows slowly again in your vocal cords. Hanma scoffed and laughed at the response you gave to him. “That it is.”  

Cute bantering now became small traces of silence as neither of you didn’t want to move from comfortable positions. Appreciating skin contact is one of those things Hanma likes to enjoy, you included. After rough sessions, you can’t help but bask in the warmth of your partner. The touch of one another can make the both of you melt, but touch is communicated all too well in play sessions that grew to be more intense than this. Before getting into having a relationship like this, you always thought that Hanma didn’t believe in aftercare due to the nature of his lifestyle in the criminal underworld yet, here you are, being vulnerable to someone who tries his damnedest to not be vulnerable to certain people. It’s funny how things turn out.  

What’s even more funnier is that Hanma didn’t care to place your ice cream in the freezer before he walked in.  

[yowyowyaoi]

As a fellow citizen adopted by Ireland I have a habit of putting milk in my tea

What do our tea loving Akatsuki members think about it? Is is a crime?

Even if they DO think it’s a crime, they’re literal criminals who have committed far worse offenses. Don’t let them judge you!

That being said, I kinda … got carried away … 🫣

*Drinking Tea with the Akatsuki*

Deidara

Dei is not much of a tea drinker. He’s not much of an anything drinker, except for soda, which he downs more of than is healthy. However, sometimes he can be persuaded to have a cup with Konan or ((very rarely)) Itachi. Deidara has always been a bit of an insomniac, and has great difficulty falling asleep and staying asleep. Itachi introduced him to the calming benefits of chamomile tea , and for a while this really helped to put Dei out. But. After awhile he started to get “bored” with the taste and started adding things to make it “explosive”. Like a ridiculous amount of sugar. And flavored creamers, the type typically used in coffee. Which of course cancelled out the sleepy-time effect and had Deidara wide awake all night, as usual.

Konan

Konan really only likes drinking tea when she can have some type of dessert with it. She purposefully picks out a type of Chinese tea called Kuding tea, as it’s known for being especially bitter. She won’t add anything to it, no creams or sugars or anything, and instead balances it with a piece of apple pie, or a cream cheese tart; something where the sweetness counteracts with the bitter. Drinks it most frequently with Nagato or Itachi. Also is like Hidan in that she likes to add a bit of theatrics to teatime; she likes to put flowers in her hair, and wear a cute printed dress with matching shoes. Also loves to stick out her pinky and use an accent, although her accents are infinitely better than Hidan’s.

Hidan

Won’t drink tea unless it’s with the others. Always adds at least half a bottle of honey to his cup, which makes it look all sludgy and goopy. Makes it a point to hold his teacup with his pinky sticking out, because he heard that “that’s how the rich, fancy fucks do it!” Also attempts to speak with an accent, although WHAT accent he thinks he’s doing is a mystery to the others. Likes plain black tea the most because it gives him a “blank canvas” to add things to it to change the flavor.

Obito

When he was growing up, drinking tea was something that he did with his grandmother every single day. He’d come home from school, she’d brew them each a cup of tea, and he’d sit and tell her about his day at the academy. It was a cozy, comforting ritual, and one that Obito sometimes likes to partake in, in adulthood. When he was a boy the strong taste of tea was almost too much for him, so his grandmother would always add milk to his (oftentimes the cup would be more milk than tea). Obito still does this, adding milk or sometimes cream to his cup. Most of the time he’ll drink tea alone, but sometimes he’ll sit with Itachi (who has his own memories of teatime with his mother) and the two will sit and quietly  reminisce with each other. All flavors of tea rank pretty much the same to him, but he is very partial to those that are berry-flavored, with black cherry being his favorite.

Kisame

Kisame doesn’t exactly like tea. He prefers to stay hydrated almost solely through water. But being partnered with Itachi changed a bit of that mindset for him. He still doesn’t like the taste of tea, but the act of drinking tea itself has become something that’s familiar and comforting to him. His young partner loves going to tea and dessert cafes in their downtime, and THIS, Kisame loves. Something about the two of them being in plainclothes, not having to carry the identities of being a swordsman of the mist or an Uchiha or a member of the Akatsuki, just two friends doing something normal and mundane … it’s very freeing to Kisame. Kisame is like Deidara in that he adds a lot of sugar to his cups (but only when Itachi isn’t looking, as he’s kind of a purist about those types of things). Is also like Obito as he prefers berry flavored teas, with blackberry being his preference.

Nagato

This man is on a very strict diet, as his fragile and emaciated body can only digest so many things. The caffeine content of a lot of commercial teas is too high for him, but one thing he can handle is peppermint tea. The smell reminds him of the winter holidays, which has always been his favorite time of the year. Konan makes him his tea and, like Obito takes his, adds plenty of milk to it for her friend. It has to cool down considerably (he can’t handle anything too hot or too cold) and then he usually drinks it from a large mug with a straw. Also really loves when any of the others (aside from Konan) seek him out to have tea and talk with him. 

Zetsu

Does the tea have blood in it? If not, then he ain’t interested.

Kakuzu

Is very interested in drinking tea … if it doesn’t cost him anything. Which most of the time it won’t; the others all have what seems like thousands of tea bags and assorted leaves around, and there isn’t anyone that’s not willing to share. Kakuzu suffers from a lot of body aches, and will therefore always gravitate towards green tea, which helps relieve inflammation and pain. Kakuzu isn’t a man who allows himself a lot of luxuries in life, but his favorite treat for himself is to take a long, hot bubble bath with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies. Will constantly get on the others if they don’t finish their cups, and really doesn’t like it when they excessively use things like sugar or creamers.

Sasori

The puppet doesn’t drink tea. Even when he was a human, he didn’t see the point of tea. He is (was) strictly a coffee man. When asked, he said he remembers tea tasting like “water where something went horribly wrong”.

Itachi

Ah, this man. The Akatsuki’s champion of tea drinkers. This guy could tell you what tea you have blindfolded, or from a single whiff all the way in another room. He’s the one everyone else will go to, to ask what type of tea is best for what. Can’t sleep? Itachi knows what to give to you. have anxiety? Itachi’s already making you a cup of something that’ll calm you down. His hobby is visiting tea cafes and just recently he’s gotten into collecting ornate tea cups. He’s the type who likes to make tea from leaves, not a bag, and use an old fashioned kettle. It takes a while but his brew always smells and tastes better than anything you could buy in a shop. Having tea with other members is how he forms bonds with them, and he’s a lot more talkative when he has a tea cup between his hands. He normally doesn’t add anything extra to his tea, preferring to savor the natural flavors; although if he’s having a “down” day he’ll use a cube or two of sugar as a pick me up. Obito convinced him to use a little bit of milk once, but Itachi really didn’t care for the taste and never did it again after that one time.