#cafe writes

[holycafe]

we've been everything you wanted to

a @911actions Gotcha for Gaza prompt for @/lexorcised on twitter

Summary: Buck had always wanted to be a dad, to be Chris' dad, and now he was. Getting body swapped with Eddie wasn't how he'd hoped it would happen. But, you know, semantics.

[Buddie | One Shot | 13k | Teen]

Extract:

Bobby retreated to his office to fill out his incident reports on the calls they’d had so far today, and Eddie made his way over to the couch. Ravi had already left, and when Eddie looked over the balcony, he could see him doing pull-ups in the gym while Chim and Hen weren’t so much restocking the ambulance as they were sitting inside and gossiping.

He and Buck were the only ones up in the loft now, and as Eddie moved closer to the couch, he noticed Buck had his earbuds in while he sat watching something on his phone.

He was watching Freaky Friday.

"Buck," Eddie said as he got close enough to be heard over the headphones, which Buck promptly ripped out as he stared up at Eddie.

"What? Don't-" Buck quickly cast his gaze around the loft, making sure they were alone before he turned back to Eddie, his voice hushed. "Don't look at me like that. You're the one who said this was like Freaky Friday."

"It was an expression. I wasn't saying you should watch it."

"Yeah, well. What else am I supposed to do while we're stuck here? I needed to research."

"And watching a kid's movie is research?"

Buck muttered something in reply that sounded an awful lot like: "It's actually pretty good."

"I-" Eddie sighed, closing his eyes for a second to shake his head before meeting Buck's gaze again. "The point is it's fiction.”

"Well, if you know of any textbooks or documentaries on body swaps that you'd recommend instead, I'm all ears," Buck said, and how did he manage to sound so sincere even when he was being a little shit? "Just…" Buck patted the seat beside him. "Humour me?"

Eddie rolled his eyes but sat down anyway, accepting the earbud that Buck offered him. The film was nearly half an hour in already, but Buck eagerly recapped the beginning. Eddie didn’t like the look in his eyes when he explained how the first way the main characters had tried to switch back to their own bodies was to run at each other and knock their heads together.

“We’re not doing that,” Eddie told him, and Buck threw up his spare hand in innocence.

“I didn’t say we should!”

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[almostsomewheremaybe]

I think of you, and everything in me breaks.

[monkesupreme]

Starving and wasting away etc etc

bonus:

Hes tall and huge and HEAVY and he is so overly active that he has to maintain an insanely high caloric intake to make sure his body doesnt collapse from the strain of everything. He will eat virtually anything but he is spoiled from the best takeout Gotham has to offer: 11$ shrimp and broccoli from the chinese food spot that closes at 4am- among other things.

[a-j-s-the-only]

“…make death proud to take us.”

-Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

[sugaredpastille]

🪴📑🍃☕️- back from an intensely stressful week; it was a bunch of coming and going to lectures and cafes and cramming assignments

stuff i’ve done from sunday to today:

📖- burnt my treasured moka pot

📖- resolved some headache-inducing uni issues (😭)

📖- chinese history reflection paper

📖- chinese history discussion

📖- presented chinese history research

📖- buncha lectures

📖- bawled my eyes out twice in the span of 8 hours

[highdefhoetry]

i'm yours.

cw: nsfw!! female/afab reader, first time having sex (could be loss of virginity or just first time with each other), penetration (penis in vagina), oral sex/eating out, marking/biting/hickies, G-spot stimulation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, body worship, sex drunk caleb

a/n: i wanted to write something soft and sweet for my first caleb smut. i tried to keep yandere elements, just toned down a bit. please enjoy!

The memory of your first time with him is as clear as freshwater.

The low, warm lighting of the bedroom. The softness of the bed sheets. The faint sound of r&b playing in the background. And the smell of Caleb permeating your senses. His scent was poignant and nostalgic, a mix between your childhood and the rugged man he’s grown into. It happened suddenly yet smoothly, as if he had been planning for this moment for a long time, as if he had been waiting patiently for his chance to strike. 

You had fallen asleep on the couch again. And Caleb, as always, had carried you to bed so he could tuck you in. He laid you down softly, pushed some of your hair out of your face, and leaned in to kiss your forehead. When your eyelids fluttered open, you were met with a warm smile and a friendly chuckle.

“Sorry, pipsqueak. Did I wake you up?”

He sat down on the bed beside you, quietly admiring the way you looked when half-asleep. You called out his name in a soft voice, barely audible yet not failing to reach his ears. 

“Yeah?” he responded, leaning over you with both hands at either side of your body, trapping you in place on the bed. His amethyst eyes locked onto yours, filling you with an indescribable emotion. When you glanced away, he took your chin in hand and turned your head back towards him.

“Look at me.”

Now, there was no escape. He caressed your bottom lip with his thumb, trailing his fingers to the side of your face before cupping your cheek. Then slowly, slowly, he leaned forward for a kiss.

You met his lips willingly, leaving the door wide open to welcome him inside.

He lost his composure within seconds, his tender kiss turning into something ravenous and wild. His teeth bit your bottom lip, his tongue forced its way into your mouth, his breath mingled with yours and left you gasping for air. Big, strong hands gripped your hair, lightly tugging it from the roots for a second or two before pulling harder.

The monster he’d been holding back his whole life had been freed. And he was going to devour you whole.

One arm wrapped itself behind your back, pulling you in close. He climbed on top of you, straddling your waist so that escape was impossible. His other hand roamed your body, groping your breasts, stroking the sides of your waist, grabbing onto your hips and thighs. Your gasps and moans spurred him on, and soon his own voice joined yours. 

“You’re mine…” he mumbled in between hot, staggered breaths. “You’re finally mine…”

His lips grazed your skin, kissing a path from your jaw to your neck. You felt yourself shiver as Caleb’s lips smiled against your skin. A chuckle reached your ears, and the sensation of fingertips crawling up your waist caused electric shocks to ripple through your body. 

“You’ve always been super sensitive, haven’t you?” he mused aloud, making sure to kiss and lick every part of you that he could reach. It’s like he had mapped out your entire body, studied every part of you that made you react the most to his touch. His kisses turned into soft love bites and left lip-shaped marks on your skin. He moved from one side to another, until it felt like your entire neck was covered with his remnants. 

There would be no hiding this come tomorrow. Everyone would know who you belonged to.

One large hand spanked your pussy, forcing a small shriek from your lips. He chuckled and did it again, rubbing his hand against your swollen bud that throbbed from every touch. His thumb circled your clit for a few moments, but only for a few. Unable to hold himself back, he ripped your pajama shorts down your legs to grant himself further access. Next, your pajama top was ripped off, leaving you completely nude. He paused for a moment, seemingly lost in the sight of your naked body. Something he had dreamed of admiring with his own eyes since you both came of age. He seemed almost hypnotized, but soon enough his hunger returned in full force. 

He pulled his sleeveless shirt off over his head and tore off his pants and boxers with lightning speed. You looked down and saw his pulsing cock, mouth gaping as you took on his size and shape. He was big. And thick. Its girth was more than modest, and the reddish tip curved up slightly. He pushed it against your opening, but didn’t go inside. Instead, he pressed his lips against yours in another desperate kiss, hands trailing down your body one last time before resting on your thighs.

A small line of spit connected the two of you when he pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes locked onto one another, gazing into their depths for several long moments before he finally looked away. He shifted downwards, took your thighs in both hands to spread them apart so he could bury his face in between them. His mouth encompassed your lips and clit, sucking and licking them in worship of your pleasure. You grabbed fistfuls of his hair, mewling in a high pitched voice as he ate you out hungrily. He tasted every inch of you, licked between the folds, stuck his tongue into your hole. The tip of his tongue swirled around your bud, lingering there while you sang in octaves and reached your crescendo. When your back arched and your toes curled, he kissed up your stomach until he reached your face. You tasted yourself on his lips, pushing your own tongue into his mouth to lap up what he had eaten.

The bed sheets beneath you were soaking wet. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, along with his. He glided inside you smoothly, taking care not to hurt you despite his massive size. His cock filled you up completely, hitting your G-spot in just the right way to make you scream. That curved tip of his was a perfect fit. As if you were made to be together.

Once he eased his way into you, his strokes became swift and rapid. He lost all control, fucking you like an animal who had lost all inhibitions. First he stayed in missionary, to look at the contorting expressions on your face as he pushed himself deep inside you. Then, he lifted your legs in the air and rested them on his shoulders, still pounding into your tight little hole. He grunted with every pump, each one more euphoric than the last. His eyes glaze over with pleasure and affection, as if he was living out a lifelong daydream. Little droplets of sweat drip from his forehead onto your body, mixing with your own.

He took your ankles in both hands and held them out to either side, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper. All the while his eyes focused on your face, drinking in the pleasure reflected in your eyes. You made sounds you didn’t think were possible, spluttered out remnants of sentences and words that never quite came to be. 

It was amazing. It was phenomenal. It was something you’d never forget for as long as you lived.

He fucked you for a long time, refusing to cum until he was satisfied. And back then, it felt like he never would be. He whispered your praises over soaked, sweat-stained sheets, affection falling from his lips like droplets of water.

“Mine… all mine…” he said while grasping your hips.

“I’ll never let you go…” he grunted before gripping the backs of your thighs.

“You’ll always belong to me…” he growled as he nibbled your ear.

You lost count of how many times you came, how much pleasure rippled through your body, how many moans had fallen from your lips. Your nails dug into his skin whenever they grasped part of him. There were marks on his forearms, his shoulders, his back. Marks that claimed him as yours, mirroring the ones he left behind on you.

After what felt like forever, he suddenly exploded inside of you. Warm cum filled you up, so much that it dripped out of your hole long after he pulled out. He stared at the thick white cream with a wicked smile, laying his last claim on you. His fingers gently caressed the teeth marks on your thighs, as well as the ones on your neck and collarbone. He leaned forward and kissed every single one until each mark on your skin had been soothed by his lips.

“Are you alright?” he asked while stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”

You shook your head and threw your arms around his neck. He smiled and kissed your cheeks and forehead.

“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded, running his long fingers through your hair. “Say you’re mine. You already know I’m yours.”

You paused for a moment, gazing into the deep plum of his eyes that longed for your returned feelings. Then, after kissing him one last time, you said the words he wanted to hear the most.

“I’m yours.”

[logophilist1982]

Used books aesthetic

[literaryaida]

20.06.24 | outline session today. had to do major structural changes so decided to start from scratch. felt demotivated for a while, i should just stop being so hard on myself and just write 😌

[chosprincess]

café bisous

punk band!choso x barista!reader

summary: y/n and her friends all work at the cutest coffee shop together! however, being short-staffed is hitting the business hard. luckily there are three new employees ready to help! and even luckier, one is the brother to the guitarist of the popular punk band Curse. (> 。☆)

tags: choso x fem reader, coffee shop au, punk band au, barista au, college au, social media au, modern au, no curse au, yuji/choso/sukuna brother au, slow burn (not TOO slow burn tho im not insane)

warnings: playful use of kys/kms jokes, i made toge kind of fruity LMAO (also lots of big back jokes from him)

date: 6/30-…

a/n: this is my first so im gonna do a lot of experimenting with it :0 i love band au shit so this might not be the only fic i do with that trope

taglist: closed ty to everyone for wanting notifs :)

PROFILES🎀

♡ y/n’s cafe bitches

♡ choso and the other members of curse

♡ nobara and friends

INTRODUCTIONS 🪽

I. cafe introduction ♡ big back

II. curse introduction ♡ dior sauvage

III. trio babies introduction ♡ freaks of nature

CHAPTERS MASTERLIST🧁

ch. 1 ♡ /srs

ch. 2 ♡ urethra!

ch. 3 ♡ interview

ch. 4 ♡ bro-date

ch. 5 ♡ who said that!

ch. 6 ♡ sister in law

ch. 7 ♡ the sleepover

ch. 8 ♡ the morning after

ch. 9 ♡ what are best friends for?

ch. 10 ♡ speedrun your blackout

ch. 11 ♡ training arc

ch. 12 ♡ operation mommy y/n

ch. 13 ♡ backfire?

ch. 14 ♡ oh yuji

ch. 15 ♡ a spanking

ch. 16 ♡ sweetheart

[sirhamburrger]

worth it - m. kaiser x f!reader in which you decide to give it another shot with with each other.

tags/cw: exes to lovers, crack (see original req ask) || wc: 1k-ish (i have gone insane)

courtesy of kai’s cat café! - 150 followers event café menu || order progress asks closed.

michael kaiser is convinced his life is 100% a joke. there’s no other explanation for why he’s currently sitting in a dimly lit, overpriced restaurant, waiting for a blind date that his best friend, ness, had insisted he go on.

it'll be fun, ness had said. you haven't dated since her, so just give it a shot.

michael doesn’t do blind dates, doesn’t do serious relationships, and he certainly doesn’t do surprises - which is precisely why he’d refused ness’s ridiculous proposition at first. but between his friend’s relentless nagging and his own begrudging admission that his love life had the excitement of a damp sock, he had caved eventually.

and now, as he swirls the wine in his glass like some kind of brooding movie villain, he wonders if this is the universe’s idea of a cruel prank.

because the person who just walked through the restaurant doors - the person he's meant to be on a blind date with - is none other than you.

michael nearly chokes on his drink at the first glimpse he gets of you. you don’t see him at first, distracted as you scan the restaurant, looking for whoever your own meddling friend had set you up with. when your eyes land on him, your entire body stiffens, and he watches as you cycle through the five stages of grief in record time.

he knows exactly what you're thinking, because he’s thinking the exact same -

out of all the people in the world, why you?

your relationship had ended on less-than-great terms. there had been yelling, multiple dramatic exits and even more dramatic re-entrances, and at one point, if he recalls correctly, a very unnecessary but satisfyingly cinematic slow clap. it had been over a year since the breakup, and though time was supposed to heal all wounds, he wasn’t sure if it applied to two people as ridiculously petty as the both of you.

you take a deep breath and approach the table, walking like someone being led to their inevitable doom. “this is a joke, right?” you say, pulling out the chair with a familiar enthusiasm - the enthusiasm with which one might do the dishes, maybe.

michael leans back in his chair, trying to appear nonchalant even though he’s nothing but. you look good, infuriatingly so.

“trust me, if i were trying to pull a prank, it’d be something a lot more elaborate than this.”

you sigh, shoulders slumping. “so, what? our friends thought it would be hilarious to set us up?”

“looks that way.”

silence stretches between you, heavy with the weight of tense, withering stares and poor life choices, and michael, for all his arrogance, finds himself at a rare loss for words. he should say something clever, maybe. something that would put him back in control of this bizarre situation. instead, he blurts out, “you look... less mad than i expected.”

you blink. “i just got here. give it a minute.”

a beat of silence. then, against all odds, you both snort at the same time.

somehow, you make it through the meal without either of you throwing your drinks in the other’s face. the conversation starts awkward, progresses to dangerous levels of sarcastic, and before long, you’re both swapping old inside jokes, complete with exaggerated impressions of each other. by the time dessert arrives, you’re laughing so hard you nearly snort crème brûlée out of your nose.

reality seems to hit the two of you, then, turning the sweetness of the custard bitter on your tongues.

you poke at your half-eaten dessert with your fork, your voice quieter when you finally speak again.

“do you ever wonder if we could’ve done things differently?”

he pauses, fork halfway to his mouth. he should brush it off, throw out some cocky remark. but instead, he casts his pride aside, sets his fork down and meets your gaze.

“yeah,” he admits. “i do.”

you nod as if you expected that answer. “at least we know our friends are absolutely useless.”

he scoffs. “truly the worst.”

the check arrives, and the night reaches its fated conclusion. you both step outside, the cool air nipping at your skin. for a moment, neither of you move, standing there like two characters in a sitcom finale that never got renewed.

finally, you exhale, pulling your coat tighter. “well. goodbye, kaiser.”

something in his chest tightens at the way you say it. he forces a smirk, shoving his hands into his pockets. “see you around, liebling.”

you roll your eyes at the old pet name but don’t comment. instead, you turn and walk away, down the block. the night seems to swallow you up in seconds.

he watches you go, exhaling. he should turn around and walk the other way. should go home, pretend this night never happened.

but then, just as you reach the corner, you stop.

you hesitate.

and then, as if it takes every ounce of courage you have, you turn back around.

“kaiser.”

he’s already moving before you say anything else, crossing the distance between you with the same reckless abandon he’s always had. you open your mouth, maybe to say something witty, maybe to say nothing at all, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

because before he can overthink it, before either of you can change your minds, he cups your face in his hands and kisses you.

it’s not perfect. it’s a little clumsy, and more a little desperate. but when you kiss him back, fingers tangling in the fabric of his jacket, he swears it might be the best decision he’s made in a long, long time. and when you finally pull away, breathless and a little stunned, you stare at him like you can’t quite believe what just happened.

michael grins, cocky and familiar and maybe just a little hopeful.

“so,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “think our friends would find it hilarious if we gave this another shot?”

you laugh, shaking your head. “they’d be insufferable.”

he hums, tilting his head. “worth it, though?”

you pretend to consider it, but you both already know the answer.

“yeah,” you whisper, smiling giddily. “worth it.”

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[holycafe]

Mending

a @911actions Gotcha for Gaza prompt for @/Nash_Hankid on twitter

Summary: Eddie thinks he just might have hit an all new low by letting his ex-wife's girlfriend set him up on a blind date with her coworker. Nothing could have prepared him for meeting Buck.

[Buddie | One Shot | 7.3k | Teen]

Extract:

“Come on, you’ll love this guy,” Lucy laughed. “I work with him; he’s got a heart of gold if I’ve ever seen one. Smart too. And great with kids.”

“Ooh, is this Buck?” Shannon asked, looking fully on board with Lucy’s suggestion.

‘Buck’?

Where had Eddie heard that name before?

Shannon must have recognised the look on his face because she quickly explained. “He’s the guy who gave us Carla.”

Oh.

Well, that had been kind.

More than kind, actually; it was a miracle.

Between Eddie and Shannon’s work, his studying, and Abuela still recovering from her broken hip, they had been drowning.

And then along came Carla to hand them a life raft.

“He also made the cupcakes that I gave you for Chris’ bake sale a few months ago.” He’d known Shannon hadn’t made those herself; she was a great cook, terrible baker. Eddie could do better than her, and that was saying something. “And –” Shannon quickly tapped something out on her phone before turning it to show him. “- he looks like this.”

She had Instagram open to a picture of Lucy in a bar, her arm slung around a man half a foot taller than her with sleek blond curls, a big grin, and bright eyes.

And, yeah, he was also built like a house. With thick, strong legs and arms that looked like they were sculpted from marble.

“He needs help getting dates?” Eddie asked, sceptically. “What’s wrong with him?”

“So much,” Lucy deadpanned, and Eddie shook his head, the rejection already on his lips, when she raised her hands placatingly.

“She’s joking,” Shannon said with a roll of her eyes.

“Probably not the time,” Lucy admitted, not sounding at all remorseful. “Listen, Buck’s just had a string of bad luck and bad relationships, that’s all. He’s good, I promise.”

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[notquitebunnie]

WHB Cat Café AU

Gehenna

Treat feeding facts below

Satan WILL attack your hand if you dangle treats in front of him

Ppyong will sit on his hind legs and beg with his front paws

Sitri will sit there and stare at the treat before leaving, he’s only interested in catnip or silvervine tea

Belial can give you paw, when you ask for it both him and Jjyu will give you paw, be sure to reward them both. Jjyu will run away if he’s not with Belial.

Zagan doesn’t like receiving treats from strangers’ hands, leave it on the floor. But otherwise he’ll rub his face on your hand before eating the treat

Astaroth will sniff the treat first, then eat it, putting his paws on your hand to secure it

Leraye will do tippy taps for the treats

Paimon will gently grab the treats from your hand

[divinit3a]

YOU!!! 🫵🫵 i see u rbing my posts and all ur tags on them im shaking u /aff u r so lovely !!! is this the start of a beautiful blooming friendship, blinking at u cutely <3

ME?? IVE BEEN CAUGHT? RED-HANDED? hehe, hi :3 twas very fun to chat on discord, and thank you for your kind words!! and for leaving such a kind note!! your writing, art, and au's are so very lovely!

:3 o h . . . ? blinks back at u. so very Demurely. so very Normally---

ohheywhatsthat.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Random memes based on "The Drakes Spoiled brat (im sorry dad.)"

[celestie0]

MY HEAD IS IN MY HANDS RN I CANT I JUST WANT SLEEPY MORNING SEX W GOJO SO BAD

[galactichoneybee92]

Not to sound like a boomer on main, because I love my phone- I do. But I really miss the day when I could hang out in public without having to hear everyone else's phones. I don't care if there are babies crying (because babies cry sometimes) or if other people are having conversations (because that's what people come to cafes and such to do) but hearing tinny little phone sounds blasting out loud out of their speakers drives me insane. I'm only in my 30's, why are you making me complain about how things were "back in my day" like I'm 80? Public phone noise is prematurely aging me. Send help.