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flowerbetweenfangs · 7 months ago

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Cream Filling: Chapter Six

CW: Alcohol Consumption.

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

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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!

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toska-writes · 2 years ago

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This is from an anon which I loved! It was just a tad too long to add here!

“Dog Days”

Read here on Ao3 (✩)

Summary: for the first time in a long long time your feeling under the weather- it works out well though that you have 6 people that will make you feel much better

Pairing: The bad batch x GN padawan reader (Platonic with every member of the batch)

Warning: Needles only in one spot Mentions of being sick/ throw up- nothing that graphic really

Word count: 1627

Notes: This ask was so well written and honestly I couldn’t stop thinking about it! (Be ready for a bunch of Cody stories coming up- I have many asks for him)

“It would be wise if you both weren’t so close to them.” Tech walked into the room again scrolling through his data pad quickly. “It’s unprovable but you both could still become ill yourselves.”

You felt Crosshair shift under you for a moment and then put a hand carefully on your shoulder. “I’ll take my chances.”

“Me too!” Omega chimed in as snuggled closer into your side.

Tech sighed for a moment before walking over to the trio and placed a hand to your forehead.

“I’ve spent all morning trying to figure something out to contradict the illness, nothing so far.”

Crosshair glared at his older brother for a moment. “While your doing that why don’t you keep it down.” The words barely scraped pass his teeth. “I was hoping that they’d be falling asleep.”

“Don’t worry Cross I don’t think I could go to sleep at all.” Your groggy voice sounded muffled as you dug your throbbing face closer into Crosshair.

To be honest you haven’t been able to sleep all night to this morning. Stomach pains and throwing up have made sure of that.

Not braking eye contact with whatever he was reading Tech got up and started to walk to the cockpit before he looked over his shoulder.

“Omega Hunter is looking for you.”

“Awe.” Displeased she started to get up and out of the bunk you all were laying in. “But I want to stay and make sure they’re alright.”

“Believe me Omega I’m not going anywhere.” You spoke between coughs as you felt her get up and walk out the darkened room with Tech.

Crosshair returned the blanket over your shoulders and slid down the wall he was currently leaning back on.

Moments or hours could have passed, you couldn’t tell as your eyes tried to flutter shut but was interrupted by various things.

You didn’t hear when Echo entered the room or even when he crouched near the edge of the bunk.

“Hey Y/N.” Your eyes snapped to him for a second realizing he was with you too. “I brought you some soup that hopefully you’ll be able to keep down.”

You went to sit up for a moment and felt Echo help you up so you still leaned against Crosshair. Looking back at him you saw his head bob down and soft snores were coming from Crosshair’s mouth.

“Thanks Echo.” You whispered as you rubbed your eyes.

“Of course, you know this meal always use to make me feel better whenever I was under the weather.”

You smiled to yourself slightly as Echo came and sat next to you on the bunk; soup in his hand. “Fives sounds like a great guy.” Without knowing your head swayed slightly down and rested onto Echos cold shoulder.

“He is.” Was all he responded before bringing a spoon to your mouth. “Of course I’m no cook but you couldn’t possibly mess up this recipe.”

The soup danced happily on your tastebuds, the flavor was comforting enough where you didn’t have to worry about it staying in your stomach for a short period of time.

“Wow that is really good.” You whispered again, of course not being able to have real food in a matter of a few days made you a little biased but it was delicious nonetheless.

The bowl was emptied in a matter of minutes, you were unbelievably grateful for Fives’ amazing feel better soup.

“Here let me get Crosshair up so you could try and get some rest.” Echo spoke softly as he quietly got up from his spot.

“Let him sleep a little more at least.” Your hand shook as you reached out for Echo. The night before neither of you got a wink of sleep, Crosshair would doubt it if asked, but his eyes burned this morning from staying awake all night just in case anything happened. It eased you last night knowing he was there.

You could make out Echo nodding before exiting the room again, light barley flooded in as you saw a much bigger silhouette walk into the room.

“Aye there kid.” Wrecker wasn’t the best a whispering. Crosshair shifted slightly against you as you tried to lay you both down so Cross wouldn’t have to sleep sitting up.

Wrecker patted your head for a moment when you got situated then added. “You know I just thought Lula could help ya feel better.”

You could only smile to yourself despite how you felt as the soft material made its way into your arms. “It’s a bummer being sick but Lula was always there for me so I thought-“

“Thank you Wreck, I feel better already.” Brining Lula tightly in your arms and under your chin you could make out the smile of Wrecker.

“Sleep well with her.” Wrecked fixed your blanket as well and tried his best to walk quietly out of the room.

Crosshair moved around once again and brought an arm over your torso. “He’s so unbelievably loud.” He murmured slightly, the words still laced with sleep.”

You rolled yours eyes slightly burying your head into the pillow bellow you. “Mmm.” You replied slightly as you were racked with coughs. However this time you could finally close your eyes to sleep.

Sweat soaked your body as you quickly sat up to the displeasure of the headache that pierced your skull. You didn’t know how long you were asleep or if your were in the same bunk as before.

“Woah woah kids it’s ok.” You looked around for a moment as your eyes landed on Hunter, his hands placed on your heaving shoulders. “I just came to check up on you, good timing I guess.”

Leaning forward slightly you crashed into the shoulder of the sergeant that was kneeled in front of you. “It’s gross in here, I don’t wanna get Cross sick.”

“I gotcha I gotcha.” One hand rubbed over your back beige scooping you into his arms. Before you felt the bed leave from under you you quickly grabbed hold of Lula and brought her close to you.

The lights of the marauder were quite bright compared to where you were laying all day, however the sun had already set behind the widow as you were brought into the cockpit.

Hunter left your side for a moment then returned seconds later as you felt a cool cloth pressed to your forehead.

As you adjusted your eyes met the worried ones of Hunter. The sweat from the fever poured down your face but the cloth helped enough to put you at ease.

“Sorry Hunter.” You could see the discomfort along the fine features of his face as he tried to mask them.

“What are you talking about kid? You got nothing to worry about.” You knew he was lying, his senses were probably flaring up with the sickness you had. It made sense why you didn��t see him for a portion of the morning.

Omega was at his side along with Tech holding some sort of medical equipment.

“Feeling better Y/N.” The curious girl asked parking herself at your side yet again. If you were at 100 percent you would be able to practically feel the worry pouring off of her, but your senses were dulled.

“Yeah Omega I am.” You answered before looking at Tech. He patted Hunter on the shoulder as Tech motions to the control panel.

“This should help you to feel better in no time.” Tech said matter-of-factly. “However it does come in the only form of a shot.”

At this point you’d do anything to get over this feeling. You slightly nodded your head as Omega grabbed onto your hand. She could understand and knew why you didn’t like needles and she made sure you were comforted as Tech quickly stuck it into you shoulder.

“I would suggest more rest for you now until tomorrow morning when we’ll have to give you another injection.” Tech helped you up slightly.

“Why don’t you stay in my room?” Omega perked up taking your other arm around her shoulder.

Both you and Tech nodded as you made your way to the little nook that was transformed into a room just for the girl.

Omega pilled blankets upon blankets onto your shivering form but also made sure to drape the cold cloth on your forehead.

“Is that alright?” She asked coming to lay down beside you.

“Perfect Omega you’ve done so much for me.” You stomach made you curl up on yourself and into the small girls frame.

Omega looked you over worried for a moment before pushing some hair away from your face.

“Hey how about a story to help pass the time hm?” She asked now burrowing into the blankets next to you.

The comforting voice of the girl you considered now a little sister spoke calmly retelling many exciting stories from her time on Kamino. A few made you laugh as your eyes got heavier and heavier as minutes passed by.

“And then you wouldn’t believe it he-“ Omega trailed off slightly looking down to the sleeping form curled up close to her. The rise and fall of your chest was even for now and she couldn’t help the smiled that leaked onto her face.

In the deep depths of sleep your brow eased slightly as the pain no longer bothered you when you weren’t conscious. One last time she tucked a piece of your hair back slightly before taking your lead and closing her eyes as well, knowing at least for now you were alright.

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clatterbane · 2 years ago

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Redneck Cider Experiment 2: Ginger Lemon Cyser!

Next to the previous batch, which is nearly finished fermenting. *fingers crossed*

Yep, I did go ahead and throw together a test batch using that ginger-lemon-apple juice drink! The base juice wasn't much darker than the other kind starting out, but certainly turned that way once everything else was in.

I decided to use a little honey mainly for flavor this time, putting it somewhere in cyser territory. Though closer to cider strength than the usual run of mead. It's mostly apples! 😁

I thought we had some of the plainer generic honey left that Mr. C picked up for his mead batch, but turned out he did use it all. So, I ended up using what was already in the cupboard, which is a little stronger flavored wildflower type honey that I spotted at Lidl. (And totally delicious.) Just as well that this only needed like 1/4 cup, with that little jar.

We have some more nice apples that I mainly got for cooking but haven't made anything with yet. So, I decided to do a little prep work in advance, and cored/chopped up a big one last night to stick in the freezer. Which also helps break it down some for better brewing. Pulled that out of the freezer a little in advance to thaw out, and the little chunks were definitely mushier trying to feed them down into the bottle.

I'm hoping that the fruit pieces will break down enough to pour out of the bottle without too much trouble later on. If not, that will have to be a problem for Future Me to contend with. 🙄 Making do with the best equipment I have on hand.

Partly to help break the fruit down and bring out the flavor better, I did indeed also pick up some pectic enzyme in that new haul of actual brewing supplies. Also, some proper yeast nutrient to hopefully keep the friendly beasties happier. (Labeled for beer, but the stuff Wyeast pushes for wine/cider/mead is apparently exactly the same.) The pectinase is also supposed to help it turn out clearer, but we'll see.

I may or may not have used anywhere near the appropriate amounts of either thing, but went with a wild-ass guesstimate based on what people with a lot more experience were saying. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If anything, I tried to err on the side of using less, to hopefully avoid any strange flavors.

I just went with the same yeast as last time again. Seemed to work pretty well. Almost ready, just waiting to get the yeast hydrated here before pouring it in with everything else!

The actual recipe and numbers, btw:

Yes, I am using a Cider / Wine Tracker app for convenience, because I am just that kind of nerd. Who never intended to find another hobby rabbit hole to jump down like I seem to be in the process of doing.

The airlock wasn't bubbling yet at last check, but it hasn't been that long. Interested to see how this goes!

#redneck cider #homebrewing #cyser #alcohol mention #food

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dum-fan-shit · 2 years ago

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12 Cups

The 12-cup coffee maker in the dorm did not actually make 12 cups of coffee. It was more like four, especially when Neil used his enormous mug. Robin had gifted it to him for National Team Captain’s Day—a holiday, it turned out, that she’d made up.

Due to its inadequate brewing capacity, they usually had to make two pots every morning. One that Neil made after getting back from his run, and the other that Robin usually brewed while Neil dragged Kevin out of bed. Neil and Robin both drank enough coffee to send a horse to the hospital, and both Kevin and Andrew were picky. They managed, for the most part.

Unless, of course, anyone else wandered in.

“Get your fucking hands off that pot, Nicky.” Andrew normally didn’t speak this loudly, this early in the morning. But desperate times…

Nicky scowled and put the coffee pot back onto the warmer. “Matt drank all of ours!”

Neil stalked in and poured the last of the coffee, barely filling his mug halfway. He ignored Nicky’s look of despair and handed the mug to Andrew, who’d had his second cup stolen by Robin before he could drink it. “That sounds like a you problem. This isn’t a fucking Starbucks.”

It was a Saturday, which meant slower mornings and more arguments. Robin was hiding on the couch, drinking from Neil’s giant mug and evading the glares she’d earned for fucking up the normal flow of caffeine intake.

“Can I just have a little bit? I’ll even make a new pot! Aaron forgot to get new beans. We are suffering over there. Dying. It’s getting apocalyptic.” Nicky started rifling through the cupboard where Kevin kept his vacuum sealed, small-batch roasted local beans.

Kevin slammed the cupboard closed, just barely missing Nicky’s fingers, and stood guard. Nobody touched his beans.

“You have two working legs, and there is a store around the corner. Solve your own problems.” Neil said. He wanted another cup of coffee, but he wanted to make a point more. So he stole a sip from Andrew and tried not to smile at the smack on the back of his head.

“You guys are the worst! It’s just coffee! Stingy bastards. Didn’t anyone teach you to share?”

“No.” Kevin, Neil, and Robin all said at the same time. Andrew just flipped him the bird.

Nicky threw his arms up and left, slamming the door behind him on his way out.

“I’m making another pot,” Neil said, pulling out the bag of the pre-ground hazelnut flavored stuff that Andrew loved and he could mostly tolerate.

“Dibs on a cup,” Robin called from her hiding spot.

The next morning, Neil came back from his run to find a second, identical coffee maker parked on the counter next to the first. Both of them were slowly dripping the last of their brew cycle, Neil kicked off his shoes and looked into the living room to spot a suspiciously Andrew-sized lump wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. He smiled, padding into the kitchen, and poured two mugs to take over for a hopefully quiet morning. Read on Ao3

#aftg #aftg fic #aftg fanfic #drabble #Andreil #ofc kevin is a coffee snob #Not pictured: Nicky going to Starbucks and not getting anything for Matt or Aaron #Happy monday yall

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cosmicyeen · 1 month ago

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okay i think the acorns are FINALLY getting low enough in tannins that i can finish the boiling today. Theyre a high-tannin species compared to what people usually recommend (water oaks are a black oak species vs the usual white oak complex) but i didnt realize it would take like 3 days of simmering + longer overnight cold soaking to get them edible. I just hope such long processing didnt ruin the flavors or dry them out or something (they lost a lot of oils) and surely this had to make them lose a bunch of nutrients to the water???

I might try nixtamalizing the next batch because i still have some unprocessed ones. Even though that process is mostly done for corn, it can also neutralize tannins in various foodstuffs and ive seen folks do it successfully with acorns before. I'm still gonna try to use these ones for roasting (hot boiling tends to make bad quality flour from what i've read, whoops) but this is like the real definition of trust the process (except i dont know the process very well)

At least the fact that i saw them lose so much oil to the water changes means i have visual conformation that theres a fuckload of oil in there. Next year I'm definitely gonna try to get an actual oil press to try on these guys, plus it makes more sense to try and get oil from black oaks (generally high oil content and tannin content) than white oak (generally low oil content and tannin content). So if i try the flour or roasting process again next then im definitely gonna seek out a white oak species and keep the black oak acorns for oil processing (hopefully our trees will drop a lot of acorns next year too)

#yeen yelling #tumblr gets to be my journal entry for today because writing shit down helps me think about it

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happi-meals · 9 months ago

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Freeze flashing less than lively strawberries!

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Tbh I messed up big time forgetting to put these in the fridge while I was at work. So they stayed in my car in a plastic bag for like 4 hours and only a few are left in somewhat edible condition lol.

I'm not terribly sad or disappointed tho, as I mainly got these to experiment with more smoothie recipes and flavors. Strawberries arent a favorite fruit of mine but I do like the taste sometimes. I got these from the market and figured I can learn how to store these in the freezer if I find no use for them soon, which is likely. I tried to salvage the better pickings by cutting off a few mushy parts that werent too mushy, iykwim. Hopefully that wont prove fatal to my plans lol.

I plan to make another drink tomorrow, perhaps putting a strawberry or two in there. But first i'm "flash freezing" this batch I have. I rinsed them, then washed them in a vinegar solution (3:1 parts water and white vinegar) and rinsed them off again. As I type this I'm realizing I forgot to dry the poor things so hopefully that doesnt fuck with anything lol.

But as I said (and as I had to reconcile lol), this is a learning experience for me. I looked up several articles for some guidance on how to best prepare and store the fruit. I'll def take advantage of freezing, but since this was for smoothies later, I'll prolly get through them in time until buying more next week!

I saw many farmers selling sprouts and seeds at the market and I bought one to try my hand at growing. So one day I'll be brave enough and purchase a strawberry plant to grow my own for more smoothies and other recipes!

Lets hope the berries will make it through the night!

#strawberries #flash freeze #food prep #berries #fruit #my meals

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silvaswiftcast · 1 year ago

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Fluffvember Prompt #2 Second

Characters: Silva Cataracta, Ricmorn Cataracta, and Hien Rijin

Rating: General

Notes: This scene takes place sometime between Shadowbringers Patch 5.5 and the start of Endwalker. Words contained in [brackets] are in another language, in this case, it's Doman.

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Polyamory Relationship (V Relationship), M/F/M Relationship, Suggestive Themes, Domestic Fluff.

“Ah— I wondered where the two of you wandered off.”

Ricmorn looked over the lip of his mug of coffee to find Hien standing in one of the doorways into the main kitchens of Kienkan. He offered his friend a nod in greeting as he took a sip of the sweetened drink. “Morning,” he greeted, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Good morning,” the young lord returned as he walked over to join him.

He murmured his thanks as the Au Ra offered him a cup of steaming tea. The subtle flavors of rosehips, lemongrass, and bursts of tangy sweetness from a few different kinds of citrus fruits hit his tongue — one of Silva’s favorite herbal tea blends he’s grown to love. He remembered the first time she shared a freshly brewed pot with him the morning they got to know each other in the Azim Steppe. They nearly drained the entire batch just by themselves.

To think that was over two years ago now.

And speaking of Silva—

Hien watched as she entered the kitchens from one of the other doorways — well, more like sprinted into the room. A not-so-small stack of leather-bound tomes and journals gathered in her arms. She set them down with a quiet huff, mumbling words to herself as she reached for the carafe that still had some black coffee inside and filled a dark blue mug with it. In her haste for whatever she needed to do for the day, she nearly took a sip of the bitter drink. He couldn’t help but grin when she scrunched her face in disgust, quickly tossing in three sugar cubes and some cream to sweeten it to her liking.

Nor could he help how his grin grew when she took a sip of the hot coffee and hummed in approval before opening one of the tomes and flipping through its pages until she found the one she needed.

“You’re both up early this morning,” Hien pointed out. “I would think after last night, you two would be… tired. With our beloved more tired out of the three of us, of course.”

Ricmorn snorted, nearly spitting his drink everywhere. He sent a half-hearted glare at the Hyur when he chuckled, muttering a string of colorful curses under his breath. “We would have loved to sleep in — believe me,” he rumbled, carding a hand through his snow-white hair. “But a friend of ours decided to put in a request for a very large order of crafted goods at the very last second, and he needs them by… the end of the day today.”

“Oh,” the young lord frowned, grimacing. It was then he noticed the Auri couple were dressed in their usual crafting and gathering attire instead of their ornate battle gear. “That’s… That doesn’t sound too fun.”

This time, it was Ricmorn’s turn to chuckle. “Says the man who will be stuck in arduous meetings for most of the day. I do not envy you.”

A heavy sigh left Hien. “Ah— Fair point.”

For once, he didn’t envy himself, either. His schedule was packed for the day with meetings about various topics. More recruiting for men and women to grow the Doman army. The next possible moves with the Alliance concerning Garlemald. Buildings around the Enclave that still needed renovating.

And the current status of the relationship he had with the Auri woman across the room from them and the nonstop rumors floating about the citizens concerning it.

The young lord already sensed the headache that would plague him the moment that topic came up. It was never an easy one to discuss. Their relationship was still very private when it came to the public knowing — only having recently disclosed it to the Alliance leaders and the rest of their friends. Hopefully, with the help of Silva’s uncle, he could deflect most of his advisors’ worries and judgemental misgivings. And should some of them push the idea of disclosing their status to the public, even though none of them were ready to do such a thing right now, he would immediately shoot it down and move on.

The two Warriors of Light already had enough to stress and fuss over, especially Silva. Hien wouldn’t dare add any more to it than necessary.

It was going to be a long day for all three of them, it seemed.

The notion got the wheels in his head turning. “Will you two be staying the night again?” he asked, turning to face the tall Raen, curious. “Perhaps we could enjoy a late dinner together.”

Ricmorn hummed thoughtfully for a moment, leaning against the counter. “I don’t see why we wouldn’t as long as nothing pressing comes up we need to take care of,” he said after a moment. “Or even then, I could always take care of it and have her stay here. Dinner sounds good. Though I doubt we’ll be up for any rigorous late night activities — I think we’ll be too tired for it.”

Hien almost choked on his tea at the phrase. “Kami— the way you talk about sex sometimes is—”

“Oh, come on! One of us needs to crack some jokes before our duties require us for the day.”

“Still—”

“Whatever you’re bothering Hien about, my dear, leave him be!” Silva sighed, glaring at her husband. “It’s too early in the morning for such nonsense.”

“Says the woman that's on her third cup of coffee,” he smirked, beige-scaled twitching in amusement.

“Third? No, this is my second one and—” She paused, looking at her half-empty mug. “Oh… maybe this is my third one,” she mumbled, embarrassment coloring her light blue-gray cheeks. “I might have lost track between reading pages and going over numbers. It’s way too early for math.”

Both men chuckled at her, earning themselves another half-hearted glare, along with a few curses from her.

Hien walked over to her in long, quick strides. He carefully pulled the cup of coffee out of her grasp and out of her reach before tilting her head up to his with a finger. “Perhaps you should drink some water or tea instead, [wildflower?]” he suggested. “All that caffeine will go to your head and you’ll crash later. With the busy day I’ve heard you’re about to have, that wouldn’t do you or your customers any good. Please take care of yourself and take breaks when you need them.”

She smiled up at him. “I will, [my heart,]” she promised, leaning into his touch when he gently cupped her cheek. When his thumb grazed over the patch of plum-colored freckles decorating her cheek, she pressed a kiss against his palm. “You’ll look after yourself, too, yes? Don’t be afraid to let my uncle get a little bossy with your more… nosy advisors.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I will keep that in mind, Silva.”

“Good!”

“And should Silv forget to take breaks when she gets tired, I will make sure to step in,” Ricmorn swore to his friend when he joined them.

“Thank you.”

#ffxiv writing #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv #silva writes #hien x wol #hienwol #wol x wol #hien x wol x wol #ffxiv writers #poly ship #fluffvember ffxiv things #Fluffvember FFXIV Edition

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diaryofamadfatwoman · 2 years ago

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Just Talkin' About Food

Welcome everyone to Week 7 of my journey to better health. It was a good week and I managed to lose 6.2 pounds according to my scale; but at my doctor's appointment, his scale reflects only 4 pounds. So, I do not what is true.

No matter how much I have lost, I cannot see for the life of me where 15 pounds have been shed. Maybe around my internal organs, which would be great and perhaps one day, suddenly (like I read so many times in my Bible) the weight loss will reflect in the mirror what is showing on the scale. By the way, my A1C level is stable at 6.4; however, I do not believe that is optimal and will keep pressing toward a better (lower) mark if you know what mean.

As I mentioned last week, I did order and receive the grain mill attachment for my Kitchen Aid. After my husband ground the wheat berries into flour (which was a real fiasco), I attempted to make bread the next day. It was not a good experience. The mixture was not like bread dough at all and when baked, was only a lump of honey-flavored wheat flour that I threw out for the birds to enjoy. But, there is still hope. The piece that adjusts the texture of the flour did not work right from the start, so it was returned and another one is on the way. The flour was not fluffy, but I did get some nice wheat bran. I cooked some for my husband and added some milk and stevia. He really enjoyed it. So something good turned out from this first batch afterall. Stay tuned.

Despite my husband's concerns, I am not depriving myself of food. I do monitor the amount of carbohydrates I eat in a day, but other than that, just eat less of everything and only within a 6-8 hour window. As you can see in the picture below, I cooked 1/3 of that purple sweet potato mentioned the week before. It is accompanied by a mixture of green beans and other vegetables with a nice portion of fried oysters. Now some weight loss purists will chew me up and spew me out knowing I still eat fried foods. Life is for living, and enjoying what we love in moderation is a good thing. It brings joy, a fruit of the Spirit I must manifest. Afterall, whatever we eat shows up in the blood (work). I passed that test this week.👌

This coming week I want to try making Spinach and Mushroom Quesadillas. I saw the recipe in a vegan cookbook my sister bought me. The Quesadillas look delicious and my husband bought some raw tortillas that we need to eat. I will keep you posted how those turn out and hopefully, there will be a picture of bread to share.

Mushrooms are meaty and contain a healthy helping of Vitamin D. Very few plant-based foods contain Vitamin D. They are low in carbohydrates and that is a big plus. Mushrooms fight infection and may even stop the growth of tumors! Selenium in mushrooms prevent damage to cells and tissues. They also promote healthy cholesterol and blood pressure which, of course, is good for the heart. Hooray for the fungus among us (mushrooms)!

Well I bid you adieu and will pop in next week with more tidbits on my journey to M.ake A.djustments D.aily that help me drop the fat.

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hidethisblogjfc · 4 years ago

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Sorry if this is terrible lol

Warnings- Mentions of stuffing, Scat, Eprocto, messing, brief mentions of omo (but I'm not really into that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Boxes from varying take out restaurants are littered around them, everything from Chinese from that questionable hole in the wall down the street, to a popular burger joint a couple blocks over. They aren't all from just one day, no, some of these are from dinner five days go. They've never been as good at keeping up with the cleaning as B is, or perhaps, A thinks, this slobby behavior is just a consequence the laziness that accompanies their...…over indulging.

By now, B has been gone on their overseas business trip for about five days, which means that A has two days to get everything back into unassuming order, though, part of A warns that maybe they should get around to it sooner, rather than later. Still, they ignore it, because it just feels so good to live out their fantasy, especially after keeping it under close wraps for so, so long.

A loves B, they do, with everything in them, but there are just some things that they're almost positive B won't get behind, and so, its been easier to hide their less than conventional desires; only getting an extra serving of fries as opposed to the additional burger or two that they want, or getting a large soda instead of that extra large milkshake. Usually, A wishes that they could take things further than just a handful of fries and sugary pop, they want to push their body, see how much they can eat before they're too full to move, become an almost permanent resident of the living room sofa, only giving the weighed down cushions a break when they lug their heavy frame to bed. For as long as they could remember, that's the life that A has dreamed of. But it's quite possible that B, who's notoriously clean, neat and healthy would be absolutely repulsed by just the idea.

And A loves B too much to lose them.

But they also wish they could have that life, that dream, with their partner.

But they can't.

Which is why when B came home one day, announcing that they're cushy job, would be sending them away for a week of seminars, the idea had bloomed in A's head; this was their chance. At first A felt a little guilty, especially when the first delivery guy had shown up, both arms filled with A's order, making a joke about how they must having been having a party, because conventionally, one simply doesn't order off half the menu unless there's company. And then, when they'd offered up the card that B religiously maintains for them, A had felt even worse; they were lying to the person they loved.

But then A popped that first egg roll into their mouth. The crispiness of the egg dipped shell crunching between their teeth, the explosion of flavors; oily, fried cabbage and carrots, melding with the saltiness of soy sauce and the juicy meat inside, had them moaning in pleasure. By the time the first delicious roll was through, and A glanced down at their lap, seeing that there were five more to go, all remnants of contrition seemed to dissipate. For the first time in years, they could eat without someone at their side, reminding them to take it easy so they don't make themselves sick.

That night, the first one after B's temporary departure, A had surprised themselves by finishing everything they'd ordered. Granted, it was past one am when they'd popped the last dumpling into their mouth, and they most definitely couldn't move after, but that was all part of the fun.

Things became even more fun when all that greasy food had started digesting, or at least, tried to. A was no laid on the sofa, the blue light from the television illuminating room, t-shirt bunched up at their chest and their hand splayed on their bare, bloated gut. Loud, deep belches plagued them for a while, the scent acting as a reminder of everything they'd scarfed down; eggrolls, noodles, orange chicken and stuffed dumplings, all washed down with two liters of their favorite soda, straight from the bottle.

Ever so often, A would groan following a protesting gurgle emanating from their over worked tummy, and eventually, those gurgles and that audible sloshing, slowly began making its rounds through their system. They weren't ready for the toilet yet though; fetid gas had just started being expelled into the chair, creating a humid cloud around them and joining their wet burps.

As much as it hurt though, and as foul as their gassy emissions were, A could hardly find it in their being to be remorseful. The gas continued through the late night, progressively growing sloppier, with a dangerous moisture accompanying each drawn out, bubbling fart. Yet, despite the symphony created by their ass, their gut didn't deflate one bit, instead it continued to press against the waistband of A's sweat pants, stained at the front with sauces from their adventurous dinner. A hadn't gone to bed that night, opting to spend the night dozing off in front of the television, occasionally rousing to drowsily rub large circles on their tum.

It was early the next morning when a particularly harsh cramp gripped their tummy, squeezing out a long fart, reminiscent of a liquidly gurgle from their ass, ended in a loud squelch. The new slimy warmth seeping past their crack and spreading around the seat of their underwear made what had happened glaringly obvious, while the musky air had taken on a new foulness.

Briefly, they'd contemplated standing up, and heading to the toilet like they usually would, but the feeling of their sloppy mess gathered in their undies brought an incomparable pleasure, and so instead of standing, A simply turned on their side, bending their knees slightly, so their butt wouldn't be pressed into sofa. A short, primal grunt pressed their lips together in a tight line as they pushed, a blort audible over the hum of a morning show as a larger batch of runny poop landed in their pants.

"Oh fuck," they hissed, reliving their bladder too, creating a dark wet patch on the front of their sweats to match to one at the back. The thick, pee soaked fabric clung to their thighs, while at the back, the mess made it pull away from their skin.

Their tummy groaned angrily, bubbling under A's palm as their load came effortlessly, soft lumps stretching the puckered, swollen lips of their anus. The semi-solid masses were occasionally interrupted by waves of pure mush, making a sickly burbling sound as it joined the impressive load in their underwear, making it wetter and heavy. It felt like waves of thick, warm sludge was just steadily flowing out of them, as if a tap had been opened.

Eventually when A stood, they could still manage brief, packed toots, though, unless they wanted to risk the integrity of the sofa, they'd had to finish up in the bathroom.

That, was going on five days ago. Now, A has let go even further, eating whatever they want guiltlessly, making their pants double as their bathroom, regardless of wherever they are in the house, and showering only when whatever they're wearing threatens to leave telling stains on the furniture. It feels like they're living an absolute dream; a slobby, smelly dream. Though, in two days, its back to normal.

Two days, forty-eight hours, countless minutes. It's a ways away, so A figures that they can get away with their questionable hygiene and eating habits for a while longer, and with that in mind, they linger among the clutter they've created, sitting in their eggy stink with the television playing reruns of their favorite show, as they wait for dinner to arrive, a generous selection from the bar-b-que place a couple blocks away.

It's late, and while their latest pair of sweats is a bit tighter than usual because of the perpetual bloat they've acquired over the past few days and even a little stained from misjudging a couple farts, A's pants are mostly dry and somewhat clean. They've already decided that they won't give a shower too much thought until the next morning, and the evidence of their latest raid of the snack cabinet is littered around them. It feels like heaven, that is, until from down the hall, they hear keys jingling in the door.

And there's only one person beside them with a key. The other person that lives there, A's unassuming partner; B.

They're early!

"Shit," in the haste to stand up, the pressure on their on their pudgy tummy pushes out a rumbling fart, only worsening the stench in the room, and suddenly, what mere minutes ago felt like ultimate bliss feels like a cruel punishment. B can't see them like this.

"A?" A can hear the curiosity peaked in B's tone, and they know its because the musky odor has long travelled down the downstairs hall of their condo, "Baby what's-"

A desperately tries to greet B nearer to the door, and hopefully stall, before they can witness their unofficial base of operations, but they're too slow and they're just pushing aside some of the empty boxes and soda cans when B enters, one of their carry-on's slipping from their shoulder and falling onto the typically pristine marble floor, jaw hanging slack in surprise. Cautiously, B probes, "Did you have a party or something?"

With their already dodgy stomach knotting with nerves, A shakes their head; B probably gonna figure it out anyway. A hasn't even though about it at this point, but B pays all of the credit card bills, just one look at the next one is gonna give away what they'd planned on hiding. Really, it's best they just tell the truth. "No," A croaks, wringing their fingers in front of their distended tummy, squeezing their musky cheeks closed to keep a barrage of nervous gas at bay.

The shock on B's face is unwavering, and it takes a moment before they're finally able to muster up their next questions, "You ate all of this? This is...…all you?" A is just noticing the slight scrunch in B's nose, and it only fuels the fear that the end of their relationship is inevitable. Why would someone like B want to be with A, they think and there isn't a way in their mind that this is going to work.

"Yeah," A nods, embarrassed.

B seems like they're about to say something, but their thoughts are interrupted by a buzz on the intercom;

A's food is here.

And they have a lot to talk about

#stuffing #eprocto #messing #scat kink #farting kink #probably definitely gonna write more of this

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pigstepping · 3 years ago

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Hello hello, happy Nov 16th! To celebrate, here is another batch of techno-centric fic recs-- all fantastic, complete works with under 5k hits as of drafting this post. Hopefully there will be something in here that you haven't come across yet.

As always, check tags before reading, and remember to go give some love to the authors!

when my time comes by renvember

T || Chose Not to Use Warnings || Boreal Trio || 4k

Stick dream smp canon, hozier's wasteland album, and techno's occasionally-grim sense of humor into a blender, and this is what you get. There's grief in this, yes, but also situational comedy, which makes for a very strange and interesting mood. This fic feels like a wake if wakes had happy endings. Also the worldbuilding fucks severely. Ongoing series.

the trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the crusades by Odaigahara

T || No Warnings Apply || Emerald Duo || 7.5k

Phil gets himself sacrificed to a long-dead patron god of war, and he finds himself growing attached to the man behind the deity. Super compelling as a Phil character study, and a very cool sort-of outsider POV on Techno too. Techno's voice is particularly true to life. Featuring brilliantly crafted historical/military details and a satisfying amount of whump.

a silence stretched thin by fensandmarshes

G || No Warnings Apply || Peer Pressure Duo || 3k

Techno and Ranboo sit next to each other on a ten hour flight to the UK, except they're both mostly faceless and also idiots. Impeccable premise + impeccable execution. There's not much more to say, this one is just so much fun <3 Be aware that this is fully RPF, not based on the characters, but it's very wholesome and truly ridiculous.

Soon As I Fall Down, Get Up and Wipe The Blood Off by antimony_medusa

T || Graphic Violence || Emerald Duo || 11k

Excellent narrative retelling of the minecraft monday championships, reimagined as a gladiator ring. Techno and Phil are in that sweet spot of being both blisteringly competent and contextually powerless. Really good relationship development too, with flavors like mutual insecurity and protectiveness, and an open-ish ending to keep you thinking.

The Hellspawn and The Heavenly by idyllSunset

T || No Warnings Apply || Emerald Duo || 16.5k

Domestic slice of life, but with unthinkably powerful beings from opposite sides of an eternal divide, you know how it goes. Based on the aether mod, for any oldschool minecraft players, and this fic has the same sort of nostalgic vibe. A celebration of chance connections and the stubborn hope that they'll be strong enough to last, even when paths diverge.

Enjoy the technoblade y'all <3

(Previous batch here)

#technoblade #fic recs #ethic's rec list #there is at least one author here that im mutuals with so hello to you my dear and congrats on being cracked at writing #m #(psst if you're an author and you'd like your work taken off my rec list pls dm me! im happy to admire your writing from afar <3)

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after-witch · 4 years ago

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Oh Sugar Sugar (Part 1) (Yandere L Lawliet x Reader)

Title: Oh Sugar Sugar (Part 1) (Yandere L Lawliet x Reader)

Synopsis: You’re the loving owner of a cute little pastry shop. A new regular falls in love with your pastries... and in love with something else, too.

Word Count: 1754

Notes: yandere

You hummed a little to yourself as you set out this morning’s special goodies in the display case. In addition to the daily treats that customers had come to expect--morning muffins, assortments of bagels, fruit tarts and crispy macarons with fillings that changed every day--you had a daily case filled with more detailed small pastries and cakes. You loved making these most of all, because they allowed you to truly take your time and focus on small, lovingly made details that weren’t present on bagels or muffins or the treats people liked to buy in bunches of a dozen.

These treats were far too ornate and time-consuming to make in large quantities, and sometimes there might be only one or two of each treat available. You especially loved when customers would eat these in the cafe itself; you loved seeing them snap photos for social media, then take that first bite and immediately forget about their phones as they savored the caramelized crusts or gooey handmade fillings or delicate chocolate ganaches.

You glanced at the candy pink clock on the wall, noted the time, and undid the latch keeping your little bakery closed to the public. At exactly 7 AM every morning, La Belle Pâtisserie--you secretly hoped that regulars would call it “La Belle’s”--was open for business.

You cheerfully placed yourself behind the register and waited with ease for the customers you’d come to expect every morning. A businessman whose schedule was so tight that you always had his order ready and waiting by the register before you opened up; a mother and daughter on their way to the girl’s school, grabbing macarons and sometimes a special cake to tuck into her lunch bag; ordinary people with ordinary lives, and you couldn’t be happier that your little place was part of that.

After the morning rush, you usually had some time to pop back into the kitchen and work on batches for the after-work rush or sometimes for tomorrow’s case. As you pulled out a tray of cooling blueberry macarons, you heard the doorbell chime go off and immediately piped up, sweet as--well, blueberry macarons: “Just one moment, please!” You heard a noise of affirmation, and as soon as you could set the tray down to cool, you walked back behind the register.

It was an older gentlemen, with salt and pepper hair and a business suit. Maybe a businessman on his break, you thought.

You smiled, bright and peppy. You loved your work and you hoped it always showed through how you interacted with clients, ‘customer service voice’ and all. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for, sir? I don’t recognize your face, and I know all of my clients, so I’m happy to help you with any questions you have about our offerings today.”

His smile was cordial, if a bit stiff. “Thank you.” His eyes glanced over your cases, quickly taking in treats, cookies and cakes. Finally his eyes rested on your special case, filled with the delicacies and pastries that you poured your heart and soul into every night. “Do you have more of these in the back? I would like to get as many as possible.”

Your smile turned sympathetic. “Oh, I’m sorry, these are special items and I only have what’s in the case. They take much longer than our other items.”

“Hmm.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, then sighed and took a wallet out of his pocket. “I suppose I’ll take everything in that case, then,” he said, gesturing to your special case.

You practically sputtered. “The--the entire case? Are you sure, that’s a lotta--I mean, the total will be… are you sure?”

He gave a low, throaty chuckle. “I’m perfectly sure, miss.” He handed over a few large bills, enough to cover everything in the case and then sum. “I assume you accept tips. Please keep the remainder as a tip to make up for the pain of packing all these up.”

You accepted the money gratefully, stuttering out a few questions about bags before practically dashing around the register area like a mad chicken as you dutifully packed up each and every item. Of course, you took care to pack them as nicely as you would for someone buying just a single pastry--presentation was about the entire package, not only the pastry itself but the box, the ribbon, the daintily embossed logo in the center.

You thanked the man profusely on his way out, and when the door shut behind him--how he managed to balance all of those boxes, you’ll never know--you immediately yanked your cellphone from your apron pocket and texted your best friend about the enormously large and unusual sale.

The older gentlemen, as it turned out, became another one of your regulars. A few times a week he would come in and make a large purchase, leaving you with a nice tip. Once it became clear that he liked to empty out your entire specialty case, you began making a few extras each evening, since you didn’t want your other regulars to feel put-out by a complete lack of your familiar special pastries and cakes. It took more time, and you found yourself napping during your lunch break to catch up on much needed-rest, but the happiness of your customers was a deeply entrenched priority for you.

The older man always came in the late morning, during a lull, which was why you found yourself almost gaping when you turned around from your not-quite-closing-but-getting-there cleaning and saw him standing at the register.

“Oh!” You said, turning on your customer service smile. “I’m surprised to see you here this late!” You took a moment to look him over, and noticed that he looked slightly disheveled. It was unusual, but then, he was perhaps rushing to your shop to make it before it closed.

“I’m sorry to come this close to closing,” he said, slightly out of breath, confirming your suspicions. “But it’s an emergency.” He paused. “Well, a pastry emergency. I need one of your cakes.”

You chuckled. “You know, I shouldn’t say things like this, but too many sweets might not be good for you! I hope you aren’t eating them all at once.”

“Ahh,” he said, fiddling with his front suit pocket. For a moment you worried that you may have offended them. Good going, you thought to yourself, being rude to a loyal customer.

“Actually, I’m not a fan of sweets.” Your confusion must have shown on your face, so he quickly continued. “I’m buying them for an… associate. He can’t get enough of them. Especially when he’s busy working on something stressful--but he doesn’t want cakes from other bakeries now, only yours. Which is why I came so late, you see.”

“Ohhh.” It makes sense. The idea that someone wanted one of your cakes so much that they avoided other bakeries and sent someone running down before you closed is incredibly flattering, though you can’t help feel a twinge of sympathy for the older man who’s been running--well, cake errands.

“In that case!” You smiled, setting aside your flattery and slight pity. “I will pick something special out for your friend. Hopefully it will help him de-stress! One moment please.” You quickly dart into the kitchen and head to your decorating table. You were just finishing up a cake that was supposed to go in the case for tomorrow morning, but you didn’t have any specialty cakes left in the case. It was a crepe cake, strawberry flavored, with a special hardened chocolate ganache top.

You quickly grabbed some boxes and ribbons to pack it up, but paused. He said his associate was stressed, and this associate was technically a great regular customer of yours, so why not add something extra nice? You picked up an icing tube and quickly scooped a batch of strawberry icing inside. With a practiced hand, you made a few strawberry shaped dollops on the chocolate disc; you dipped a toothpick on the pot of chocolate ganache and used them to make the seeds. Then, almost as an afterthought, you used the tube to add small, decorative hearts next to the strawberries.

You took great care to wrap the box up extra nicely, tying the ribbon picture-perfect, before you brought it out to the register. You dutifully took the payment (and, as you noticed, another excellent tip) and held out the box for inspect. The elder gentlemen took the box and, upon noticing that you’d written something on the top, raised both of his eyebrows, but said nothing. He thanked you for finding something suitable and promised he’d be back again soon.

Little did you know that your sweet little gesture would be your undoing.

Watari set the box down on the coffee table in front of L, who glanced up from a laptop screen.

“The video?”

Watari fiddled with his front pocket, then pulled out a tiny electronic piece from inside. “Just as you asked.”

L nodded approvingly. “Good. Hook it up to that monitor.”

Appeased, L finally glanced down at the cream-colored box, wrapped with a dusty pink ribbon and finished off with the personal scrawl you’d delighted in writing earlier.

It was L’s turn to raise his eyebrows. Watari watched as his lifted the box up with both his hands, bringing it inches away from his face for inspection.

L set the box in his lap, then brought his thumb up to his lips. “Watari. Make the arrangements. I want to meet them as soon as possible.”

He retraced your loopy scrawl on the top of the cake box with his finger, seemingly entranced.

“Please enjoy…. made… with love.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere death note #yandere l lawliet #afterwitch writes #ngl this is just the set up for part 2 where actual yandere stuff happens #but y'know #\o/#watari's a good tipper pass it on

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