#cafe employees

[stardustedtea]

✨☕️ the Kitty Cove Cafe’s very own employees!! 🐈

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all designed for my vis dev class based off of the prompt “cook-off”!

[noecoded]

ur favorite employee :3

[mintypsii]

hi bringing back cafe au after 2748952726 years

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Your Autumn is the Prettiest

Hoshina Sōshirō x fem!reader

Navi.

Warnings: none

Autumn Festival 2024

Wordcount: ~500

The leaves were falling when you finally returned to the estate. Although the breeze was still warm, you had donned a red kimono laced with golden threads. You had dressed up, having heard that he had finally returned.

Of course he was talking to the Hoshina´s swordsmith, trying out different blades, looking just like a child in a candy store. He heard your chuckle even from there and perked up. His eyes brightened at the sight of you. After exchanging some more words with the swordsmith, he returned the blades he had been trying out only a moment ago in order to walk towards you.

“(Y/N)-chan!”

His hair had grown just a little bit and his cheeks were rosy - no doubt from the fresh Kyōto air.

“Sōshirō,” mirroring his smile, you greeted him with a slight bow.

“Ah, right.” His bow was far too brief to be considered polite. The memory of an equally impatient, though younger, Sōshirō appeared in your mind, and you hid your smile behind your hand. He snatched it away in a second and held it in his own. “How have you been?”

For a moment, you marvelled at the warmth of his hand enclosing yours, and how, with all the callouses they still felt soft.

“Good.” A smile adorned your lips. “I see the country air is doing you well.” Gently, your fingertips brushed over his glowing cheeks. His mouth parted in a sigh, head leaning into your fleeting touch.

“I think it's less the air, and more the thrill of anticipation.”

This time, you couldn't suppress the giggle breaking free. His eyes lit up in elation.

“Ashiro-san sent me a message talking about how you were unusally lenient with the officers.”

“Ah, true. But you should see them, expecting the worst and getting a light slap on the head at most. I've never seen them more terrified.” Sōshirō seemed to reminisce for a moment before focusing all of his attention back on you. “I'm looking forward to introducing them to you. They will adore you, and I'm sure you'll like them too.”

He grinned at you, red eyes fitting so nicely to nature´s autumn tint all around.

“C´mon. I´ve got to show you Takahiro-san´s newest katana.” Your hand still securely in his, he pulled you with him, head full of blades and you. A giddy laugh broke free from his lips, already looking forward to the autumns to come.

“I wonder,”

“Hm?” he turned his head.

“I wonder if autumn in Tōkyō is just as beautiful?”

Hoshina laughed and came to a halt. He twirled you around him, a delightful smile still clinging to his lips when his arms circled your waist to gently pull your body closer to him.

“Oh, they will be the most beautiful in your background.”

You chuckled and shook your head at his silliness. Still, you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“You should see what I see, darling,” you told him, watching him blush a deep scarlet. Carefully, you picked a leaf from his hair. “You look prettiest at home.”

[goatyuuji]

Born to work at Angel Maid Cafe, forced into Jujutsu Sorcery

JJK light novel I owe you my life…

[wisteriagoesvroom]

the cafe norpinto is sooo cute. plus Franco seems like the type to make a “what your order says about you”, then it’s actually just whatever lando orders (I’ve seen so many fics about his fav being cappuccinos or hot chocolate, wondering what your take would be) and then something along the lines of “hot” or “sexy” or “pretty” or something

but also would love to peep your decidedly not pg-13 rated thoughts howeverrrr I do also understand how volatile Tumblr can be

LOL ok norpinto cafe au

franco doing a buzzfeed quiz ("what is this website, it is so ugly!") to try and figure out what coffee lando corresponds to.

lando actually hates the taste of coffee in my mind, so he's always putting weird syrups in there and franco is like. "this is so... eh, how do you say again, alex? unhinged. but the customer is always right i GUESS... dios mio, british people are so strange".

franco 100% watches lando's streams when the cafe is slow, and alex, his coworker, gently makes fun of him

lando's order is NEVER the same and then it becomes this recurring game of franco trying to guess what BIZZARE flavour combo lando will do that day ("strawberry matcha and coffee? you are crazy but you are free")

franco and alex's coffee machine definitely have looooads of fun stickers on it. lando might even make stickers to give to them.

"hi, hello, hola welcome to williams coffee, where our machine is a bit slow but we are not!!"

there is a community board where other drivers cameo and leave post it notes. yuki is in there somehow. he is their favourite customer even tho he's always angry. oscar comes in and goes and barely says a word to them but always leaves a really big tip. leo leclerc has a polaroid in the cafe as "employee of the month".

james vowles is the landlord and is a class enemy

my non pg13 thoughts are that lando thinks he can top franco, but is in fact incorrect, and franco gives him the ride of his life and lando is like... wow i have been missing out. the even funnier version of this is that they're chaotic switches and bonk their heads at some point. like, messy, but cute. actually there is not reason this could not happen in this AU too but use ur imagination...

[rfxn-emulator]

Working on a Tuesday

[salad-006]

During my amino era i made like 35+ eddsworld aus and now that im back in the fandom the cycle just continues

Introducing fnaf eddsworld crossover but epic : created by me and @deaddelta after we watched the random encounters fnaf muscial

If you can't tell i really like drawing Edd

Also don't question why toms not shaded and has way less detail , i drew him like a week after the other two and just couldn't be bothered to put as much effort in

[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

To Dare or Not to Dare

Griffin Harley x fem!reader

Navi.

Note: i wanna suck him off so badly he deserves it!!! 😭

Autumn Festival 2024

Warnings: modern au, a lot of plot, griffin curses a lot? But it feels in character so..., light miscommunication but neither overly dramatized nor superangsty, mdni, nsfw, smut, blowjob (mentioned several over several months), (eventual) piv sex (incl. fingering + female receiving oral sex, light pussy slaps), beginnings of aftercare, reader is a virgin, griffin is implied to be a virgin/not very experienced, he briefly picks her up

Note 2: Robin is Griffin´s younger (half) brother. The gala Griffin was at was hosted by his father and colleagues who are a rich, rascist and (partly) misogynistic people. Also please read "Babel"!

Wordcount: 2k+

While Anthony was on a work trip, you had spent more time alone with Griffin than you were used to. Unlike the others – mostly Anthony and Robin – you had not learned how to deal with his outbursts just yet. So, when he came home, cusses flying from his lips, you could only watch with widened eyes.

You flinched when the door slammed shut. Cursing followed the sound, and you jumped up to see Griffin - beyond pissed off - carelessly kicking his shoes off. He ran a hand through his hair and looked around the living room. For a moment, his gaze met yours.

“It´d probably be better if you stayed away for an hour or so. I can take care of dinner.” Although not often apparent, his worry for you tended to shine through. He knew he could be ruthless when pissed off.

“Was it that bad at the gala?” you asked, carefully.

Griffin threw himself on the couch with a groan: “It was fucking hell.” He laid a hand over his eyes in an attempt to ground himself.

“Is there something you need?” you tried.

A dry chuckle escaped him. “Lots of alcohol.”

But you had already started thinking. What could help him? Anthony usually let him rant his heart out and Robin would start complaining with his brother – kind of in solidarity; it was adorable.

Maybe you could help him too? Find your own way, something only you had to offer him. What you…oh.

Unsure, you gnawed on your lower lip. Your heart thumped harshly in your chest, yet you couldn´t get the thought – the idea – out of your head. He needed relaxation. You could give him that; clumsily, uncertain, but determined! Slowly, you walked towards him, settling down beside him on the couch, fingers reaching out towards his shirt. Then you paused.

For a moment, you watched Griffin silently. He rolled his neck, his shoulders; he seemed so tense. The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

“I…I could help you relax.”

The man huffed a laugh. “You wanna massage me? While that does sound good, I´m not sure if-“

“No,” you hastily interrupted him. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of you struggling for words, eyes narrowing in confusion when your fingers lightly tugged on his clothes. “Like… I could…suck you off,” you whispered the last part, looking anywhere but at him.

He took a sharp breath. “What?”

“I mean, I just thought I could help you out…you know? You seem so tense.”

“I don´t know!” he spluttered but made no attempt to reject your advances. “Do you…do you actually mean it?” You nodded, your tugs on his trouser getting surer with each passing moment. “I…okay,” he let out, quietly. With a gentle smile you noticed how he had already started to relax.

Griffin watched with wide eyes as you sunk to your knees, absolutely transfixed when you tapped his legs for him to make space for you; giggling, shy and cute. His breath came out laboured, jaw clenching at the feeling of your hands gently running up and down his thighs. You had done this before, he was sure. But he knew better. Even though the way you squeezed at just the right spots and – oh god. He could only watch in awe as you leaned forward to press a kiss to his crotch. The groan he let out was guttural, tightly fisting the blanket underneath him so he wouldn´t cum in his pants. Your lashes fluttered against his jeans; his heart pounded when you shyly looked through them, as if asking if you were doing well.

Shakily, he set his hand on your head, though not having the strength for a proper pat. It was enough for you, however, straightening your posture and grinning happily up at him. He cursed under his breath.

“Go for it,” he nodded at you, hoping you wouldn´t see the blush dusting his face. His eyes never left your face while you worked on his trousers and he saw your eyes widen when, finally, his cock sprung out. A hiss left his lips.

“Fuck, ah, you´re fine,” he told you, noticing your spiking nervousness. But you only beamed up at him.

“Your voice is so much lower than usual.”

He huffed a laugh and ruffled your hair, smiling at the way you scrunched up your face at his actions.

“Just,” you bit your lower lip, “Tell me if I´m doing something wrong, okay?” you nearly whispered.

Griffin´s heart threatened to burst out of his chest. He could only nod, slightly dazed. Seemingly satisfied, you bashfully spit in your hands and wrapped one around his base. A moan left his lips, and he forced himself not to move.

Then, you softly kissed his tip, and he thought he died. Unable to do anything but watch as you licked him from base – he shuddered – to tip; repeating the motion, taking more and more – and more – into your mouth until the wet warmth enveloped him fully. He threw his head back in pleasure, not knowing what else to do with his body. You were absolutely perfect to him,

“-making me cum soon, fuck, baby, I´m gonna cum,” he moaned out while you bobbed your head. You let out the cutest giggle at that, the vibration making him finally release with a choked groan. He swore he saw god that night.

It became a bit of a habit. Whenever he came home angry or frustrated, minutes after he had locked himself in his room, there you were, shyly knocking at his door, looking up at him through your lashes in a way that made him melt.

It took him three months to realise that something wasn´t right. So often had you given him utter bliss – three, four, five times, somehow getting better each time – and yet, he had not gotten a taste of you yet.

You flinched when you saw him sitting on his bed, eyebrows furrowed and his right foot tapping the floor impatiently.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“What?” you breathed out, worried.

“What is this,” he gestured in-between you both.

“I don´t know what you mean,” you murmured, closing the door behind you and nervously walking towards him.

He clicked his tongue and stood up, tugging you closer to him.

“We haven´t even kissed.”

“Huh?” your heart skipped a bit.

“Do you know how often you sucked me off?”

“You kissed my cheek afterwards, every time!”

“I kissed your –“ he let his head fall unto your shoulder. “For fucks sake,” he squeezed your hips, “please don´t tell me you thought I didn´t want more.

You visibly shrunk back at that.

He let out a hiss, evidently annoyed at you.

“What?” you asked him.

He raised his eyebrows.

“What?” you asked, starting to get genuinely nervous.

“Do you honestly believe I'd just use you like that?”

You looked away, shy under his heavy gaze.

“I don't mind.”

“Bullshit. Of course you care. What the fuck are you on about,” he gripped your face and forced you to look at him. “You always care. That´s what I like about you. That´s why I like you. As if I'm letting you suck me off and throw you away after, I'm not an asshole,” he glared at you.

Tears started to well up in your eyes.

“What now,” he sighed, but he was searching your face for any hints of hurt, panicking slightly.

“You're so sweet,” you finally managed to sniffle, and he tensed. 

Softly, you traced the blush on his cheek, completely ignoring his furrowed eyebrows. He sighed again and relaxed. For a moment, he just watched you, cupping your cheek gently to see you nuzzle into his hand. 

“C'mon, on the bed,” he murmured and picked you up to place you on the mattress.

The expression on your face made him nervous, so he pressed a quick kiss to your lips to distract himself, then focussed on taking off your clothes. He was careful when he peeled off your tights, albeit a little clumsy. His touch was comforting and made you close your eyes as he gently nudged your body into more comfortable positions.

Fingers caressed your inner thighs, and soft lips followed them soon. A whimper escaped your lips, hips lifting slightly to get him closer. Griffin hummed, but firmly pushed your body back down and positioned himself between your legs. You had to force yourself not to move much when he finally took off your panties.  He lowered himself, putting himself face to face with your twitching pussy. He sighed in nervous bliss and watched in awe as already the touch of his breath made you shiver in pleasure. Gently, he parted your folds, his eyes shutting at the smell that awaited him. He groaned and resisted the urge to ground his hips into the mattress.

Hot breath fanned against your core and for a moment you thought he was hesitating, as if unsure about what to do. But before you could dwell on the thought any longer, he ripped a sweet cry from your lips, nipping on your clit – once, twice – then delving into your heat. His hums of satisfaction vibrated against your sensitive skin and had you writhing. Even after he had placed his arms on your stomach to keep you still, you managed to twist your body underneath his hold.

"Jesus Christ, let me fuck my girlfriend in peace," he groaned and lightly slapped your pussy. The cry he drew out of you like that made him perk up with interest. He filed away that information for a later time.

It was hard to get you to cum on his tongue. Inexperienced flicks against your clit, eventually evolving into sucks; a finger – soon two – finding your hole and pressing inside; the movement first unsure but finding a rhythm that made you keen after a bit of trying.

When, at last, he succeeded in giving you an orgasm, he broke away from your body, fingers carefully leaving your hole. They were replaced a moment later by the hot tip of his cock.

“Is this alright?” Griffin panted, flushed face right above yours. You could feel his breath fan across your equally heated skin. A nod was what he got as response from you, too dazed by him encompassing you to properly formulate a sentence.

He dropped into you, lips crashing against yours the moment he finally pressed into you.

His mouth caught any whines at the stretch, hands massaging your hips in order to ground you. He moved gently inside you, letting you adjust slowly. A groan rumbled in his throat when he felt you soften underneath him.

His movement remained slow and steady, opting instead to focus on giving you pleasure. Unpractised fingers fumbling to reach your clit, watching in awe at the way your mouth opened at the stimulation. His pace was steady, but whenever the flick of his fingers drew out a particularly sweet cry from your lips, he couldn´t help snapping his hips against yours, reaching so deep inside of you, you groaned against each other’s lips.

The way your heat enveloped him – far better even than your perfect mouth – he felt his orgasm fast approaching. Spurred on by your moans he sped up, soon creating wet smacks as he thrust into you. His sounds were so pretty, tears hung to your lashes – tears that he kissed away gently as he began to rut into you – once, twice, thrice –

He ground his hips against you until he came inside you with a desperate groan, thrusts stuttering. You followed suite – so unexpected to him that he lost all strength and nearly crushed you with his weight, ultimately dropping unto you, the way you clenched around him nearly unbearable.

You stayed like this for a while, one of your hands running through his hair, the other comfortably laying on his back. Lazily, he rolled his hips into you, helping you ride off your orgasm – you could feel him twitch inside of you, no doubt overstimulated.

Yet, neither of you seemed to care. All that mattered was that you finally laid together.

Griffin propped himself up on his arms. You watched as strands of his hair fell to cover his eyes and reached out to brush them aside.

“You´re real pretty, you know? Always were to me.”

“Hm, yeah?” The smile you sent up at him made him blush, but he only shook his head, grinning.

“Yeah,” he moved down to press a kiss to your waiting lips. “The prettiest.”

[mothinflamesdoodles]

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

International Coffee Day & International Day of Older Persons

Person A is a vampire whose been around since the invention of coffee and has been an avid drinker and owner of coffee shops through the centuries, especially dedicated to keeping coffee shops as places of intellectual discussion and gathering places for debate and places of spreading revolutionary ideas. Person B+ are the various employees they’ve gathered and turned over the years, usually picked from regular customers during periods of political unrest, when coffee shops were most prominent in their role in revolution and reformation.

[mizzyislost]

how much are you tipping?? (he spills your drink everywhere and critiques your order)

[dunmeshiminimumwage]

mods mithrun and chilchuck i salute you. food service is hell. one time i had a lady in a coffee shop threaten to throw her latte on me because we were out of whipped cream

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Hiii ☆

So the requests are open (I've never been happier, literally missed you so much >○<)

Can you do dcmk?

Furuya/akai x gn! quiet Reader?

Detailed >>

So the reader doesn't talk much, they are so chill (they don't get angry or show emotions, they're just so quiet around people) but the the reader likes furuya/akai but the reader doesn't show it much, sometimes the reader sits in the corner and watches their phone quietly, ☆ but the reader Blushes a lot when furuya/akai randomly do something romantic ☆

Example >> they blush a lot when furuya/akai kiss them + pin them against the wall + holds their hand + plays with their hair + (add anything you want).

I hope you do this request!

I'm proud of you! I hope you stay healthy 💓

Drink water! Remember that your loved by me and by everyone. and I'll always defend you and I'm very proud of you.

(If your uncomfortable it's completely fine to ignore this request)

I hope you like it 😊

Akai x reader, Furuya x reader

Navi.

Warnings: reader has hair to twirl in Akai's

Goodness, aren't you adorable?

Shuichi enjoys making you blush, it honestly makes him laugh

Really, all he needs to be put into a good mood or to wake up after a tiresome night out is just seeing your cute and flustered face

He just gets a rush from teasing you

Other than your shyness, he very much appreciates your calm and quiet nature, since he's the same way

He enjoys spending the day sitting next to you/having you on his lap while each of you do your own thing, only exchanging a word or two every once in a while

Loves, loves, LOVES suddenly twirling you hair, playing with you fingers or blowing against your neck during these kinds of moments to witness you short-circuit

Starts laughing really loudly at your flustered state

He enjoys your company because it's like a calm constant within his usually loud and hectic life

Now, something he didn't expect was that affection could make your seemingly cool demeanour break

You can't blame him for using that knowledge against you now and again, can you?

Sometimes, he doesn't even do it on purpose

He'll just see you enter Café Poirot and presses a quick kiss to your cheek

He's confused when Azusa starts giggling

But then he turns around to see you utterly flustered and he can't help but grin and kiss you again

Just this time on the mouth

[fattyopossum]

if I was in splatoon id be some creature that lives on the great pacific garbage patch and youd buy trinkets to decorate your weapons with from me but its all like, found materials and junk I turn into little charms

[dalgonamilk]

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