#mocktail & cocktail glasses

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The Glass Coffin Mocktail! In honor of my most beloved and favorite Saw trap 5ever :)

[justabasicgirl]

ideal version of pinkity drinkity

[life-spire]

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[thebowltender]

on the hard days catch me on the couch sippin juice in a wineglass. just me and my juice. and a wineglass.

[downtoearthmarkets]

Tis the season to eat, drink and be merry, with plenty of occasions to raise a glass of good cheer before we make our resolutions and flip the calendar. This year, December 25th is not only a celebration of Christmas but also heralds the start of Hanukkah which falls late in 2024 and begins at sundown with the lighting of the first candle in the Menorah. Then, without skipping a beat, New Year’s Eve follows hot on the heels less than a week later. So, to avoid finding yourself empty handed over the holidays, here are some suggestions for festive libations that are just as tasty spiked with locally distilled spirits as they are served zero proof.

Christmas Cocktails 🎄 Nothing embodies Christmastime quite like a warming mug of fragrantly spiced, homemade eggnog. Eggnog originated from an early medieval British drink called posset that was made with hot milk curdled with wine or ale and flavored with nutmeg and cinnamon. By the 13th century, monks were adding eggs and figs to the hearty concoction which was often used as a cold and flu remedy. Because eggs, milk and sherry were scarce and expensive, drinking eggnog was a luxury reserved for the elite who used it in toasts to prosperity and good health.

Eggnog crossed the pond along with English settlers where it first made its appearance in the 1700s. In the colonies, eggs, cream and rum distilled from Caribbean molasses were plentiful and the drink became more widely consumed. Eggnog was particularly popular during yuletide because of its warm temperature and the addition of spices like cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla bean that evoke the winter season.

This festive and flavorful eggnog recipe is easy to make at home using fresh, local ingredients from the farmers market. Adding a dash of booze is entirely optional and can be skipped altogether so your holiday nog can be enjoyed by everyone.

Ingredients:

2 cups Goodness Dairy whole milk

6 SOVA Farms large egg yolks

3 whole cloves

2 tbsp + 1 tsp pure vanilla extract, divided

1 tsp ground cinnamon

3⁄4 tsp ground fresh nutmeg, plus more for garnishing individual glasses

1 pinch kosher salt

3⁄4 cup sugar

1 1⁄4 cup light rum (optional)

1⁄4 cup Coopers Daughter Spirits Black Walnut Liqueur (optional)

2 cups half-and-half

1 cup heavy cream

Chanukah Cheer 🕎 Hanukkah, also known as the Festival of Lights, celebrates the rededication of the Temple in Jerusalem in the 2nd century BCE, after the Maccabees–a small group of Jewish rebels–liberated it from occupying foreign forces. When the Jewish resistance fighters entered the Temple, they sought to relight the Temple’s menorah but found only enough oil to keep it lit for one night. Miraculously, the menorah stayed aflame for eight days and nights which was seen as a sign from God.

Olive oil was the fuel used by the ancient Israelites to light the menorah and is still the preferred oil for use in the menorah during Hanukkah today. During the holiday, food fried in oil such as potato latkes and Sufganiyot (jelly filled donuts) are eaten to commemorate and symbolize the Hanukkah miracle.

Another fun way to incorporate the story of Hanukkah into your celebratory treats is to use it in festive, holiday drinks. Adding olive oil into cocktails will give them a bright, peppery flavor, silky mouthfeel and lusciously smooth texture. There are several creative mixology recipes to try, but you can never go wrong with a classic martini. This recipe lets the olive oil shine through using an infusion technique known as fat-washing:

Geoffrey Zakarian Olive Oil Martini:

One 750-milliliter bottle of Coopers Daughter Spirits vodka or non-alcoholic spirit substitute

4 ounces Arlotta Food Studio extra virgin olive oil

2 sprigs fresh thyme from the farmstalls

Dash dry vermouth

3-5 shakes LabelMaker Drinks Tuscan Tears bitters

2 pitted Dr. Pickle green olives plus ½-ounce Dr. Pickle olive brine

If you prefer to save time by skipping the fat-washing prep, this olive oil martini can be whipped up on the spot in under two minutes.

New Year’s Nectar 🥂 The tradition of drinking champagne on New Year's dates back to the 17th century when wealthy French citizens would pop open a bottle of this sparkling wine as a symbol of prosperity. Toasting the ball drop at midnight with a glass of bubbly gets even tastier with the addition of locally pressed apple cider and a cinnamon sugar rim for fun farm-to-flute flavor:

Instructions:

Fill a shallow plate with cinnamon sugar (1 cup granulated sugar mixed with 1 tbsp cinnamon) and dip each rim of glass in water, then in cinnamon sugar mixture to coat. 

Pour each glass 1/2 full of Locust Grove Fruit Farm or Orchards of Concklin chilled apple cider and top with champagne, prosecco or non-alcoholic sparkling wine. 

Chink your glasses together and enjoy!

We hope these locally inspired libations add a dash of festive freshness to your upcoming holiday celebrations! Many cheers to that and we look forward to seeing you at the farmers market this weekend.

[blackcarrot]

Best Glass Sets For Your Mocktail and Cocktail Recipes That Make Your Guests Amazed.

Are you ready to shake (and stir) things up at your next party? Look no further! BlackCarrot, India’s premium D2C dinnerware brand, brings you 10 mouth-watering cocktail and mocktail recipes to impress your friends and family. Pair these refreshing drinks with our stunning glassware sets, designed to elevate your entertaining experience.

Essential Glassware for the Perfect Party

Before we dive into the recipes, make sure you’re equipped with the right glassware. BlackCarrot’s extensive range includes:

Water Glass Set: Perfect for serving refreshing infused water or flavored sparkling water.

Juice Glass Set: Ideal for juice, spritzers, or fruity mocktails.

Beer Glasses: Crafted for the perfect pint.

Cocktail Glasses: Elegant and sophisticated for your signature cocktails.

Wine Glasses (Red and White): Designed to bring out the full flavor and aroma of your favorite wines.

Whiskey Glasses: Tailored for sipping fine whiskey.

10 Refreshing Recipes to Try

Here are 10 delicious cocktail and mocktail recipes to get your party started:

Cranberry Spritzer Mocktail

2 cups cranberry juice

1 cup sparkling water

Lime wheel (garnish)

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Juice Glass Set

Classic Mojito Cocktail

2 oz white rum

1 oz lime juice

1 oz mint syrup

Soda water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Cocktail Glasses

Virgin Mojito Mocktail

2 cups mint syrup

1 cup lime juice

2 cups soda water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Water Glass Set

Pimm’s Cup Cocktail

1 oz Pimm’s №1

1 oz lemonade

Cucumber slice (garnish)

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Cocktail Glasses

Strawberry Basil Martini Cocktail

2 oz vodka

1 oz strawberry puree

1 oz basil syrup

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Cocktail Glasses

Mango Lassi Mocktail

2 cups yogurt

1 cup mango puree

1 cup sparkling water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Juice Glass Set

Gin and Tonic Cocktail

1 oz gin

4 oz tonic water

Lime wheel (garnish)

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Cocktail Glasses

Cucumber Lime Refresher Mocktail

2 cups cucumber juice

1 cup lime juice

2 cups soda water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Water Glass Set

Red Wine Sangria Cocktail

1 bottle red wine

1 cup mixed fruit

1 cup sparkling water

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Red Wine Glasses

Whiskey Sour Cocktail

2 oz whiskey

3/4 oz lemon juice

1/2 oz simple syrup

Serve in BlackCarrot’s Whiskey Glasses

Conclusion:

With BlackCarrot’s exquisite glassware and these 10 refreshing cocktail and mocktail recipes, you’ll be the host with the most. Elevate your party game and create unforgettable memories with your loved ones.

[orchid02]

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[reiding-writing]

Okay but cold!Reader being hit on at a bar during a team outing and Spencer over hears her turning the person down only to be called a rude bitch maybe he doesn’t realize he CAN be assertive when he defends her and even she’s like ???? Where’d that come from?

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/ˈbækˌʌp/

some men are assholes who only care about their own gratification, and some men are spencer reid.

WARNINGS: fem!reader, alcohol, ‘nice guy’ character, misogyny, lots of swearing

spencer reid x cold!reader || fluff?? || 3.1k || series masterlist!!

a/n: genuinely hated the douchebag dude so much i had to take multiple breaks whilst writing this 😭

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The bar was bathed in a warm, golden glow courtesy of the overhead lighting, a faint aroma of aged oak mingled with the rich scent of brewing coffee creating an inviting atmosphere. The air hummed with the gentle murmur of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses and laughter.

Behind the polished mahogany bar, shelves adorned with an impressive array of spirits gleamed in the dim light, the bartenders weaving amongst each other with practised ease, expertly crafting cocktails and pouring drinks for the patrons seated along the bar stools. “What can I get for ya?”

“I’ll get an espresso martini and a mint mocktail, thanks,” You lean your elbows against the top of the bar, leaning forward on them as the bartender gives you a nod, obviously satisfied with your taste in drinks.

You couldn’t entirely agree with her. Espresso martinis were great, but you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that out of every flavour he could’ve possibly chosen, Spencer wanted a mint mocktail. You understood the no alcohol part, that fit Spencer’s personality to a T, but mint? Really?

You didn’t have much time to question Spencer’s taste in drinks as somebody bumps into your side, and you shift over slightly to make room for them at the front of the bar. “Oh, sorry didn’t mean to bump you like that,”

The guy gives you a small smile as an apology, and you wave it off with a small shake of your head. “You’re fine, don’t worry about it,”

“One espresso martini, and one mint mocktail,” The bartender returns with your two drinks in hand, setting them on the bar in front of you with a smile. “That’ll be 32 dollars, cash or card?” Curse Washington DC and their ridiculously extortionate drink prices.

“Cash-” You grab your wallet out of your pocket to pull out the notes needed, only to be stopped by the stranger that’d bumped into you pushing your hands gently into your lap.

“Let me cover it for you,” He holds his hand out towards the bartender, card poised between his index and middle finger.

“No it’s fine-” You’re mildly caught off guard by the stranger’s immediate willingness to pay for your drinks, shaking your head as you try to move his hand away from the bar. He doesn’t listen.

“Take it as an apology for bumping into you,”

“Really it’s fine-” He cuts you off with a small ‘shush’ as he gestures for the bartender to take the card, which she does after a few seconds of prompting.

“…Thank you,” Your thanks feels a little forced from your end, not exactly thrilled at his insistence even if it did just save you 32 dollars that could then be spent on more drinks later. You know it was supposed to be a nice gesture, but the way that he ignored your refusal and then continued to shush you afterwards left a sour taste in your mouth.

“Anything for a pretty lady,” He gives you a small wink as he leans against the bar, turning his attention back towards the bartender before she can leave. “Two full pint craft beers, make it quick sweetheart,”

You and the bartender share a glance at his wording, a silent confirmation that you weren’t the only one getting an off feeling from the guy, and she gives him a small nod and an awkward smile before retreating to make his drinks.

You take that as your sign to leave yourself, but you barely get the glasses off the wood of the bar before you’re stopped. “Why don’t you come back to my table hm? We can get to know each other a little better,”

You turn your head in his direction with your lips pressed into a line and an awkward inflection in your tone. “No thanks,”

“Awe come on, what’s a guy gotta do to get a few minutes alone with someone like you?” he taps his fingers against the table, an overconfident smile on his lips and a quirk in his tone. “You don’t have to play hard to get you know, it’s okay to give in sometimes,”

“I’m gonna pass,” You take a small sip of your martini in the hopes that it’ll break up the awkwardness a bit, but you don’t really have any luck in that department, considering the fact that this guy seemingly cannot take a hint.

“Come on, I paid for your drinks,” He gestures his hand towards the two glasses in front of you.

“I asked you not to pay for my drinks,”

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“Reid, you turning your head every two minutes isn’t going to make her come back any quicker,” Morgan shakes his head with a small smirk at Spencer’s demeanour, seemingly finding Spencer’s attitude hilarious under his lightly alcohol-induced haze.

“It shouldn’t be taking this long, the bar is pretty clear,” Spencer’s tone shows more concern than anything. He knew how some drunk people could act, and even though you weren’t entirely drunk yourself he was a little worried that you’d end up in fist fight with someone if you were left alone for too long in such a confrontal environment. “I’m just worried she might get into an argument with someone,”

“Quite the opposite by the look of it,” JJ leans into Emily’s side to point over at the bar where you were standing, speaking to somebody that none of them recognised.

“Aye, Ice Queen’s got game huh?” Morgan took a swig from his bottle with a laugh as he followed JJ’s finger towards you.

“Are we really surprised?” Emily clinks her bottle against Morgan like the two are celebrating the fact that you’ve seemingly got ‘game’ underneath your icy exterior. “She’s a total dominatrix,”

Garcia seems to find Emily’s statement particularly hilarious, actively hitting her hand against Morgan’s bicep with an enthusiastic nod of her head. “Oh 100%,”

Spencer doesn’t share the same enthusiasm towards your presumed sex life, not just because it made him feel icky to talk about something like that behind your back but also because from his point of view you weren’t having a good time.

You were stood straight up with your arms crossed over your chest in a behaviourally defensive manner, and although he couldn’t see your facial expression with how you had your back to the group, the way you stretched your neck only further illustrated that you weren’t enjoying whatever interaction you were having with the man opposite you, no matter how much he seemed to be.

Maybe it was the alcohol blinding the others to your behavioural tells. Maybe he’d just become accustomed to the smaller things when it came to reading you. Either way, you looked like you wanted out of the situation you were in.

He wondered why you hadn’t just walked away yet. You were usually good at establishing your boundaries and putting your foot down when you needed to, so the fact that you were still entertaining a conversation that you clearly didn’t want to be taking part in was more than a little odd to him.

Then a glass shattered on the floor between the two of you, and it was definitely time for somebody to break the conversation.

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“Come on don’t be like that, you might have more fun than you realise,” He didn’t even acknowledge the bartender carrying over the two beers as she set them down on the bar with a sympathetic look in your direction, absently holding out his card in her direction as he kept his gaze on you.

“I told you that I’m not interested.” Your tone harbours more assertiveness this time. You weren’t known for having the longest string of patience, and under the effects of the alcohol in your system that string was halting by the minute.

You’re tired of being nice and hoping he will go away, you were going to end this conversation now.

“Don’t get pissy with me now, I’m being nice here,”

“You need to leave before you see what ‘being pissy’ actually looks like.”

“Are you threatening me?” The guy looks like he’s about to blow a fuse at your response, seemingly dumbfounded at the way you’re standing up for yourself, which makes you feel inherently bad for any woman who has had to endure his self-entitlement in the past.

“I’m telling you to back off. I said no.”

You take Spencer’s drink from the bar top and turn to leave, but incessant as he is, the guy tries to catch your arm so you can’t, causing the drink to spill everywhere and the cocktail glass to smash all over the floor.

“Look what you’ve done now you stupid bitch,” If the sound of the glass smashing didn’t garner an audience from the patrons nearby, the way he raised his voice definitely did.

You turn your gaze from your soaked shoes to him through furrowed eyebrows, opening your mouth to begin your retaliation. Someone else beats you to it.

“That’s a horrible way to speak to somebody,” You knew that voice. Of course you did, he sits opposite you in the office every day rambling about star trek to anyone who so much as glances in his direction.

“Excuse me?” The guy turns his attention towards Spencer with just as much seething in his features.

“You shouldn’t speak to people like that,”

“Reid.” You grit his name out through your teeth as warning for him to not get involved, but he doesn’t listen to you.

“I can speak to whoever I want however I want, get lost you freak.” He takes a step towards Spencer, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt at looking more dominating.

“Have you ever heard of the Napoleon Complex?” Spencer looked down at the man with a raised eyebrow. “Studies have shown that men with shorter statures tend to be more aggressive and domineering in social situations to compensate for their lack of height,”

You raise your eyebrows in mild surprise at Spencer’s statement, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from smiling at the look on the guys face at the accusation.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He takes another step forward, almost chest to chest with Spencer by now, although not exactly on equal ground considering that Spencer was at least a head taller than him.

“Common behaviours include loud, ostentatious, and aggressive attitudes, overly grandiose ambitions, and an attempt to be domineering when in the presence of other people, to assert your height advantage over those shorter than you and prove that your height disadvantage is irrelevant to those taller than you,” Spencer continues to state the details of the Napoleon Complex with no acknowledgement of the rising anger of the man in front of him, but you can see the beginnings of nerves in the way he wrings his fingers together behind his back.

Either way, Spencer was absolutely ripping this man to shreds in the most Spencer Reid way possible, and you found yourself not wanting to break this sudden streak of assertiveness he’d garnered, especially considering it had spawned under wanting to support you.

It was a surprising sight to be sure, but you wouldn’t say it was unwelcome.

You were glad that Spencer had an assertive side to him, it meant that he was capable of looking after himself (or you in this case) without the need for external backup. It was also nice to see that he didn’t lose the key aspects of himself in the process. He was still very much Spencer Reid, but he was using the aspect of himself that would usually be the subject of negative comments as the main form of his defence.

It was a perfectly Spencer move.

“You wanna see aggression? Because I will show you goddamn aggression,” The guy huffed in his seething contempt for Spencer’s attitude, rolling up his sleeves.

“Bar fighting is highly illegal, and you could receive a prison sentence of up to 3 years and 6 months for instigating one,” Spencer takes a small step backwards as an offer for the two to just drop the argument and move on, glass crackling underneath the soles of his converse.

“You think I care?” The tension in the air was palpable as the man clenched his fists, his face contorted in anger whilst Spencer remained surprisingly calm, his stance firm yet non-threatening.

He didn’t have time to actually start anything as the bartender from earlier returns, a bouncer stood to her left with a very unamused expression on his face.

"I think it's time for you to leave," She said in a no-nonsense tone.

The man's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected intervention. "You can't kick me out! I didn't do anything wrong!" he protested, his voice growing louder.

"You harassed another patron and broke a glass. That's reason enough," the bouncer retorted, his gaze unwavering as he uncrossed his arms. He wasn’t like Spencer. He wasn’t thin or unfit, he was built, arms barely able to rest properly at his sides from the muscle mass in his biceps.

Not to mention that he was even taller than Spencer was, and no amount of Napoleon’s Complex could convince someone that they’d be able to physically take on somebody like that.

Realising he was outnumbered and outmatched, the man reluctantly turned and stormed out of the bar, muttering curses under his breath.

With the tension diffused, Spencer turned to you, a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice soft.

“I’m fine Reid,” You nodded gratefully, “Thank you,”

“Of course, I’m glad you’re okay,” He half-awkwardly rubs his hand over his arm, all semblance of his previous confidence slowly dwindling until he’s back into the shyly-endearing nerd that you’re used to seeing him as.

“I would say sorry about the drink, but you had it coming choosing mint as the primary flavour,” You look down to the remnants of the glass on the floor and the drink that was soaking your shoes.

“Mint has been shown to positively affect brain functioning,” Spencer holds his hand out to catch your elbow to stop you from stumbling as you walk over the shattered glass.

“Doesn’t mean it tastes good,” You don’t shrug off the small contact like you usually would, Spencer presumes it’s just the alcohol in your system dulling your awareness. It’s definitely not because because having a soothing presence after an altercation like that was comforting. Definitely.

Spencer gives you a small smile once you’re out of the shatter-zone before turning to the bartender. "I'm sorry about the mess. Let me help clean it up,"

The bartender shook her head, a grateful expression on her face at the offer. "Don’t worry about it, happens more often than you’d think,"

“You’re sure?”

The bartender gives another simple nod as she retreats behind the bar, presumable to grab a dust pan to clean up the mess. “Give me a second and i’ll make up another drink for you guys,”

“Oh you don’t have to-”

“Don’t be silly,” The bartender waves him off with a small laugh. “It’ll only take a minute,”

“Thank you,” Spencer shoots the bartender a grateful smile before turning his attention back towards you. “You’re sure you’re alright? You didn’t cut yourself on the glass?”

“I’m fine Reid don’t worry about it,” You check yourself over despite the confidence in your words just to make sure that you weren’t actually hurt and just couldn’t feel it.

“So, Napoleon Complex huh?” You raise your eyebrow at him, suppressing a smile as you recall the way Spencer had hit the nail on the head assuming that the reason the dick from earlier was so aggressive was because of a height insecurity.

He gives you a small nod with that awkwardly endearing expression of his as his eyes also scan down by your ankles for any scratches you may have garnered from the glass. “It’s more common in men than you might think,”

“Napoleon was definitely a piece of shit that’s for sure, a fucking short one at that” Spencer laughs shortly at the crudeness of your assessment, although still agrees with you anyhow.

“Napoleon wasn’t actually as short as most people think he was, the translation of his official records misconstrued his height because french inches were actually longer than american inches and…” You weren’t going to remember any of what he’s telling you in the morning, but that didn’t matter right now.

[xuchiya]

"how the ice melts" || song mingi || ice on my teeth (+18 mafia) ||

| genre: mafia! mingi x shybartender! reader | mentions: cursing. creampie. public fuck. using ice. unprotected (tap it up!).

You were still new to your job, adjusting to the hustle and bustle of serving customers. Your primary responsibility was to deliver orders to their tables—when luck was on your side, customers opted to wait at the counter instead. But tonight, luck wasn’t on your side.

“Hey, you okay handling a few more on your own? I need a break.”

Your heart sank at the words. One of your colleagues was already removing her apron, heading toward the back. You couldn’t argue—she’d been working tirelessly since morning, skipping her noon break. Now that it was past ten, she deserved the rest she needed.

You forced a smile and nodded. “Sure, take your time.”

Regret settled in immediately, but you couldn’t take it back.

As the night dragged on and midnight approached, the café had quieted. You were wiping down the counter when the screech of high chairs being pulled across the marble floor caught your attention.

Looking up, your breath hitched. This time, your heart didn’t just sink—it quickened. Standing there was a man removing a long black coat, revealing a partially unbuttoned silk shirt. His toned chest peeked through, adorned with a silver necklace that glinted under the soft lights.

You quickly looked away, pretending to focus on cleaning as your hands trembled slightly.

“I-Is there something you’d like, sir?” you asked, your voice unsteady. Usually, handling customers like him wasn’t your task—it was your colleague’s. But she still hadn’t returned after nearly two hours.

He glanced up from his phone, briefly scanning the menu beside him. “I’ll have the mocktail lava,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “And some ice, please.”

Nodding quickly, you grabbed a small silver tray with a bucket of ice and tongs, setting it before him. You then moved to prepare his drink, pulling out a cocktail glass while trying to steady your shaking hands.

What happened next, though, made you freeze.

Instead of using the tongs, the man reached into the bucket with his bare hand, grabbing an ice cube. You stared, dumbfounded, as he let it rest in his palm, the ice quickly melting. Water dripped down his large hand, pooling on the marble counter.

You couldn’t help but gawk. How could he just hold the ice like that? You remembered the numbing pain you’d felt the last time you tried holding ice barehanded—it hadn’t lasted more than a few seconds before you had to drop it.

“It’s not painful,” the man murmured, breaking your thoughts.

You squeaked in surprise, realizing you’d been caught staring. Quickly, you turned back to your task, pretending to be busy as heat rushed to your cheeks.

The man chuckled, the sound deep and amused. “It’s not as painful as you think,” he continued, his voice softer now. “It’s… soothing.”

Despite yourself, you stole another glance at him, watching as the last of the ice melted in his hand, water slipping through his fingers. His calm, almost serene expression intrigued you. You didn’t respond, choosing instead to focus on finishing his drink, though his words lingered in your mind.

“Here .. sir.” You slide the drink smoothly towards him before you turn around busy yourself with anything that would distract your awful mind and pulsating dripping pussy.

The low hum of the room was broken only by the clinking of glasses. Mingi sat at the head of the polished table, his broad frame exuding authority. His sharp suit was a stark contrast to the nervous energy of the man sitting across from him, who was fiddling with his tie.

“You said you’d meet my terms,” Mingi began, his voice calm but heavy, like the rumble of a storm in the distance. His eyes were cold, locked on the man who dared to break his word.

“I understand, Mr. Song,” the man stammered, wiping sweat from his brow. “But you have to see—these conditions are—well, they’re a bit... restrictive. Perhaps if we adjusted the percentage slightly, I could—”

Mingi raised a hand, silencing him. The room seemed to grow quieter, the air heavier. “Restrictive?” he repeated, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. “I gave you an opportunity to walk away with a fair deal. Now you’re telling me you want more?”

The man swallowed hard but pressed on, his desperation palpable. “It’s not about wanting more. It’s just... the risks involved, they’re significant. If you could consider increasing your offer by just five percent—”

“Five percent?” Mingi’s voice dropped an octave, his tone sharp as a blade. He leaned back, drumming his fingers on the table. “You’re asking for five percent more when you haven’t delivered on a single promise?”

The man hesitated, his bravado wavering under Mingi’s unwavering gaze. “I just—look, we can still make this work. If you’re willing to—”

Mingi’s fist came down on the table, the sound echoing through the room. “Enough.” His voice cut through the air like thunder. “You come into my space, waste my time, and then try to change the terms? Do you think I’m running a charity?”

The man flinched, his face pale. “N-No, sir. Of course not, I just—”

“You just underestimated me.” Mingi rose to his feet, towering over the man, who shrank back into his chair. “Here’s how this ends: you meet my original terms, or the deal is off. No renegotiations. No second chances.”

The man’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but he nodded quickly, his voice barely a whisper. “Understood, Mr. Song.”

Mingi stared him down for a moment longer before sitting back down, his composure returning like a mask slipping into place. “Good. Then we’re done here.”

Without another word, Mingi signaled for his assistant, who escorted the trembling man out. As the door closed behind them, Mingi picked up his glass, swirling the amber liquid inside before taking a slow sip. His jaw tightened as he muttered to himself, “Amateurs.”

Wooyoung arrived just as Mingi’s assistant escorted the man out, frustration still etched into Mingi’s features. The younger man whistled as he stepped inside, his sharp eyes immediately picking up on the tense atmosphere.

“Not good?” Wooyoung asked, his tone casual as he surveyed the room.

Mingi leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening as he let out a deep sigh. “Waste of time,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Tried to push higher bids, but none of it added up. Can’t believe I even entertained that.”

Wooyoung smirked, unfazed. “Classic,” he quipped, his arm sliding effortlessly around the waist of a woman who trailed in after him. She clung to him, laughing softly, her hands tracing patterns over his chest as if the room was theirs alone.

Mingi clicked his tongue, his frustration morphing into irritation at the scene. “Yah, Woo,” he snapped, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “If you’re gonna do that here, at least take it somewhere else. I don’t need to watch you—”

The door opened before he could finish, drawing his attention away. You walked in, balancing a tray of drinks with practiced ease. The soft click of your heels against the polished floor echoed faintly as you entered, your head held high despite the noise and energy of the room.

Your uniform skirt swayed just above your knees, complemented by sleek black leggings that accentuate your figure. The crisp white button-up shirt you wore hinted at lace beneath, an unintentional tease that didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi.

You paused briefly at the sight of Wooyoung and his companion. With a barely audible sigh, you set the tray down with precision, casting a quick glance at the pair before looking away yet a blushed was evident on your cheeks.

Mingi’s sharp eyes followed your every movement, his irritation ebbing into something else entirely. A smirk crept onto his lips, slow and deliberate, as he leaned back in his chair, the tension in his body shifting into a predatory calm. You hadn’t even looked his way yet, but he was already captivated.

An hour later, your co-worker returned, looking slightly disheveled. You didn’t comment—she probably managed to sneak in a nap during her extended break. With a tired smile, you handed her the apron and returned to your usual spot at the counter.

It was the same spot where he had been sitting earlier, though now, to your dismay, he’d moved to one of the VIP sectors. You didn’t know which one, but a part of you couldn’t help wishing he’d stayed there for the rest of your shift.

“Hey, Sector 1 order is ready,” your co-worker called, balancing a tray of drinks before setting it down on the counter.

You nodded, propping the tray on one hand as you made your way toward the VIP area. The bouncer stationed at the door gave you a quick once-over before stepping aside to let you through.

What you saw next made your stomach flip. 

Right in front of you, a woman—barely dressed, her tight dress slipping dangerously low—sat straddled on a man’s lap. Their mouths were locked in a heated, messy kiss, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Your instincts screamed at you to avert your eyes, and you did, lowering your gaze immediately as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. You stepped forward hesitantly, balancing the tray as you placed the cocktails and wine on the table.

But then, a familiar voice broke through the tension.

“Ice, baby, can you bring me another bucket?”

Your head snapped up at the sound, and there he was. The man from earlier, lounging casually on a plush velvet couch. His posture was relaxed, legs slightly spread, the leather of his pants taut against his thighs in a way that made you swallow hard. He was still fidgeting with a melting ice cube in his hand, the droplets glistening against his skin.

He caught your gaze, his smirk growing as if he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he added, his voice teasing, yet commanding enough to send a shiver down your spine. You nodded stiffly, your heart pounding as you quickly turned to retrieve the bucket. All the while, you could feel his eyes following your retreat, the weight of his attention lingering long after you’d left the room.

When you return, the couple that were messily making out are gone and so is the bouncer. Which makes you confused yet you shake it off as it is not your business and place the bucket of ice beside the other drinks.

“Icy,” the man drawled, his voice low and deliberate. Your head turned in his direction, finding him still lounging comfortably, one ankle lazily draped over his knee. His sharp eyes locked on yours as he leaned forward, the movement deliberate and commanding.

You swallowed hard, nerves fluttering in your chest as you instinctively stepped closer. Mingi leaned back slightly, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he extended a hand toward you, palm up.

“Give me your hand,” he said, his tone both inviting and teasing.

Confused but too caught up in the moment to question him, you slowly extended your hand. His fingers brushed against yours as he took a single ice cube from the bucket and placed it gently in your palm.

A soft gasp escaped your lips at the sudden chill, the ice burning in its intensity as it met your skin. Your hand instinctively twitched, but his gaze held you in place, the corner of his mouth curling upward as though he found your reaction amusing. He moved the ice around your palm, “It is not as painful as you think it is. It’s normal for a body to react to anything.”

The soft noises you made seemed to stir something deep within Mingi. He sighed, tossing the ice to the side as he rose to his full height. The sheer size of him overshadowed your figure, and you found yourself tilting your head upward to meet his intense, hooded gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached for a fresh piece of ice from the bucket, his movements deliberate and measured. “Open,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected instruction, but the gentle grip of his fingers on your chin coaxed you to comply. His thumb brushed over your lips as he carefully placed the ice cube between them, his touch leaving a fleeting warmth against your skin.

The coolness of the ice was sharp against your tongue, but it was the weight of his gaze that made your breath hitch. Mingi's jaw tensed, a subtle reaction that betrayed the growing tension as his eyes lingered on you.

“When it melts,” he murmured, his voice a whisper that seemed to reverberate through you, “tell me.”

The bucket of ice is almost half empty yet Mingi isn’t finished yet as he grabs another ice cube and places them in your mouth. The ice cube holds in your loud moans as you rock back and forth, the water dripping out the corner of your lips, down to your chin and rolls down on your neck disappearing between the valley of your breast. Your grip on the couch tightens and so does your hole clenching tightly around his cock, a white ring already forming around the base. 

“Fuck~” He groans as his grip on your hips tightens as Mingi took an ice cube, and holds it against your already numb and glistening pussy. You squirm, moving back which makes Mingi hiss as he runs it up to your clothed tits. The coldness penetrated through and it made your nipples hard, grazing on your clothes painfully. As bold as you were right now, you reach over to your uniform and fumble with the buttons, Mingi sees what you were doing; smirking as he leans over, his glistening chest from the sweat.

“Let me.” Before you process his hands crawling on your button up when he rips it open, some of the buttons flying, exposing your lace black bra. Mingi groans as he speeds up his thrust behind you. The ice melted in your mouth, taking the advantage to moan loudly. 

A squeak left your lips as Mingi suddenly pulled you up to his chest, gripping your jaw in his hand, “Didn’t I tell you to tell me when it melts?” His voice gruffed and hard as he kept the speed up. Your eyes slowly rolled back in bliss as you nodded, head on the clouds. 

“Yes … Yes Mingi!~Fuck!” You rolled your hips to meet his thrust to which made Mingi chuckles deeply, reaching over to your lace bra as he yanks it down. Your tits bouncing out of the premises of your bra and the cold temperature hitting your hard nipples.

“Yes, keep moaning for me baby, let me show you how ice melts faster.” Instead of one, he took two ice cubes already emptying the bucket. Taking each of the ice cube in his hands as he places them each on your nipples. A loud gasp left your lips as you grab on each of Mingi’s wrist trying to yank it away from the pain yet so blissful.

“Mi-Mingi!” You whimper as he rolled the ice cubes around your nipples, the water dripping downwards and disappearing between your body and clothes, Mingi loves how you have gone tighter and tighter making him close to his high.

“I’m coming Icy, come on just a little more for me okay? It’s not painful right?” Your whimpers were sort of an answer to him as he sped up. Your tits bounce the same time as he circles the cube until it has all melted, only for him to pinch and circle them. Your head throws back as you have no time to tell you have reached your high as you creamed right on his cock.

Mingi feels your pussy pulsating as you come down from your high, he grips on your hips to pull out until you hold him in place. Mingi felt his hips stammering, calling to you gently “Baby?”

Looking over your shoulders, your eyes glistening in pleasure tears, cheeks all flushed and your curtain hair had tipped Mingi over the edge along with your words, “Inside me please.”

His fingers tightly grip on your hips as he leans forward, burying his face on your hair as it comes inside, spurting his seeds inside, painting your walls white. Mingi gasps loudly behind you as squeeze your hips before he pulls out, Mingi looks at your puckered hole; eyeing it as it opens slightly and gushes of his white seeds trails out. 

Mingi bit his lip as he looked over at you, a smirk on his lips, eyes darkening slightly in lust, “I have more ice at home.”

[wonryllis]

AGENT HEESEUNG ★ LITTLE BIT DANGEROUS BABY, THAT'S HOW I WANT IT.

惹き付ける 𓈃 ﹙where,﹚ agent red gets distracted on a mission.

001 ꗃ. agent heeseung headcanons 640 words! warning MDNI NSFW; mentions of fingering crdt! of edit @hypenwons on tiktok LIB?

"stop staring at her," jay's voice rings in heeseung's earpiece.

"what?" he's too lost in thoughts like? dude you got a national level mission to do where's your mind at?

less than two hours ago he was in prehaps THE MOST secret facility in the country going over plans of an undercover search that he was SPECIFICALLY CHOSEN for

and here he is now leaning against the countertop of the bar with a fancy drink in hand

surely it wasn't alcoholic, he can't afford to be intoxicated in the slightest bit, right?

"olive green knit crop and black pants, you're staring," the venom and warning in jay's voice bites back from the control room

heeseung takes a sip of his mocktail and sighs there's no way literally no way, jay's gotta be kidding

"i'm not staring," this has to be a joke because why is jay not kidding, it's been fifteen minutes and his eyes just keep following you and your every move

from the way your mouth shapes as you laugh amidst the crowd of your friends(he assumes) to the way your lips touch the glass of vodka to the way your hips sway as you scurry to the dance floor

"you are, agent red," how your body moves to the music and the little peaks of skin that show and how it just seems to glisten under the disco lights.

"shut it, you have a mission to focus on," with the high tech glasses on, he can see the remnants of the liquid shining on your lips each time you drink a glass.

he can not help but be drawn to those beautiful colored lips

in fact your whole existence is quite literally making him go crazy, his thoughts running to such places that he absolutely should not be thinking about on a mission for fucks sake

if he were to just walk over and kiss you right now he wonders what you'd taste like, vodka? tequila? flavored cocktails? sweet and addicting? BINGO!

"yeah whatever," heeseung chugs in his drink and puts the glass back on the counter, zeroing in on you one last time.

"what? what did you just say heeseung-" rip jay. we'll miss you dearly

BEFORE HE TAKES OUT HIS EARPIECE AND GLASSES TURNING THEM OFF AND SHOVING INTO HIS SUIT POCKETS KSJHKKS

in the blink of an eye he's right behind you, slyly putting his hands on your waist as he joins you on the crowded dance floor standing impossibly close kshjsjd

and like an incubus bends to whisper in your ear, voice husky and tempting. he knows how to charm his way * - *

"you wanna dance together, pretty?" (died.)

the entire time his hands roam everywhere and anywhere caressing your curves shamelessly (if that's not heeseung)

it doesn't take long though for him to initiate a kiss, isn't that what he dropped his mission for?

but god forbid how wrecked he was about to be,, for the moment his lips touched yours, lee heeseung knew

HE WAS DAMN SURE INTOXICATED (can you hear me screaming?)

sucking and biting on your lips wasn't enough for him he just wanted more, so much more 👀

"does it feel good baby?" he can not stop staring at your face as his hand moves between your legs. fingers inside you with the thumb circling against your clit and the other hand around your neck holding you in a light choke

the way you suck in a breath, bite on your lips whinning to hold in a loud moan, the sounds going straight down against his tight pants and how your hooded eyes keep looking at him in a sultry daze.

WAY TOO INTOXICATED to realize you're the one he was supposed to find info on, and you have him exactly how you planned to, wrapped around your finger.

so, enemies to ?

TAGLIST. ( open ) @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue

[reiderwriter]

Hi there! It's me :"> again I read that you're closing your request soon and I just want to put another in before the deadline haha But by no mean you should put more pressure on yourself please take all the time you need, I'm always here happily waiting while enjoy reading all of the fabulous writing you had for other requests <3 Much love to your work <3

I have a request for s smut fic when the BAU was called in for a case: the victims were workers at the local bars/restaurants, the bau!reader recognised one of the bars the unsub frequently target is the one she used to work at as bartender/mixologist while putting herself through school and asked to be the undercover while other agents supervise. After successfully closing the case, the BAU decided to celebrate at said bar and the owner was happy to let the reader personally make your friends any cocktails outside of the menu.

The reader then learned about all the mildly irritations and possessive feelings softdom!Spencer had while watching people hitting on you behind the bar, but all of that can be solved with a (almost criminally) 3-sugar-cube level of sweet of a cocktail the reader personally made for him hiding an ungodly amount of alcohol which made the night a lot more interesting ;)

I'm sorry if all of my requests are soo long I know you want to have as much details as possible but please lemme know if you feel like it's too much haha Happy writing!! :">

A/N: Thank you for your request! I was partly inspired by this post to help me out with some of the drinks orders, so go check it out for more character headcannoms!

Warnings: NSFW, soft dom! Spencer, spanking, semi-public sex, jealousy, slight breeding kink/ creampie, thigh fucking etc. 18+ Minors DNI

It had been a good few years since you quit the bartending job that put you through college, so you didn't realise just how much you'd missed it.

You thought it was the universe intervening when a case popped up in your college town, and the bar you'd spent every weekend in for nearly three years straight from the end of your undergrad to the first years of your masters degree was at the dead centre of Spencer Reid's geographical profile.

You knew the unsub had been hunting from bars, and it took only a few nights of surveillance to catch his scent, and one more of a simple cover to get the guy.

You'd taken up your spot once again, slipping easily back into making cocktails and pouring pints of beer on tap - a skill you were regretfully slow to learn but happy to see stayed with you even in your brief retirement.

You busted the bar while your coworkers tried to look inconspicuous sitting around as customers. Diligently, you served them mocktails and alcohol free beer ad regulars clapped you on the back, greeting you like an old friend as you worked to catch a killer.

JJ was the bait, and you were glad, for once, that it wasn't you, even if that thought made you feel guilty. She slipped out with a crash, and all eyed were on the man that followed her quietly to the alleyway out back.

He practically arrested himself. All in all, it had taken maybe three days to catch the guy, and you'd never been so happy to have had to work a double shift to do it.

“Y/N, if this FBI thing doesn't work for you, I'd be glad to have you back behind the bar. These college students just aren't what they used to be.” Your ex-boss grinned at you, indulging in his own glass of whiskey now that the case was closed.

He'd graciously invited your entire team to spend the rest of the evening at the bar celebrating (for at least a drink or two before his wife came to collect him). You were shocked when Hotch took him up on the offer, but happily stayed behind the bar mixing up the drinks.

“Okay, now that we've found out you're this magic mixologist, you have got to make us personal cocktails. I want to see how drunk you can get me, Y/L/N.” Emily laughed from the corner, finishing the last dregs of her virgin piña colada.

“My dear Emily, it is not the mixologist job to get you drunk, it's the mixologist job to keep you sober for as long as possible so you keep buying drinks.”

“No, come on kid, I'm intrigued as well. I'm not a cocktail guy but you've been pouring like a woman possessed tonight. Help.me out here, Spencer, hasn't she been on fire?”

Spencer's eye caught yours and your heart skipped a beat when he gave you a small smile. He'd been quiet all night, and you felt a little regretful that you'd made him stay so long in a place he wasn't entirely comfortable with. But he was still here, and surprisingly, still drinking, nursing the beer that your old boss had served them all when they'd returned from the crime scene.

“Mixology is an interesting field of study. When you think about it, it's practically chemistry.”

“I like to think of it as alchemy,” you grinned at him, enjoying the way he could turn anything into something more complicated and mathematical than it is. “Because one sip of one of my cocktails will have you thinking you've unlocked the secret of immortality.”

“Okay, if that's how drunk we're getting tonight then I'm calling home now,” JJ laughed standing from her chair and already dialling the numbers.

“Okay - here we go.” You grabbed the bottle of vodka from the counter and started, keeping your eyes focused on Reid as much as you could.

–X–

After two hours and about 5 rounds of cocktails, you'd nearly defeated the entire team. Your ex-boss had thrown you the keys half an hour earlier and called himself a cab, leaving you behind to close up just like old times.

Hotchner and Rossi had given in after two drinks each, apparently old and wise enough to know just how much alcohol was in an Old Fashioned and a Negroni each.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen,” Emily had mocked them on the way out, but two drinks later and she was asleep in the back of a cab having been carried out by both JJ and Morgan.

You'd used the good gin in her Aviation cocktail, and it was only a matter of time before she ended up peacefully sleeping the week away.

The only member of the team left standing was, surprisingly again, Spencer.

You'd gone simple with his Espresso Martini, though you'd made a big show and dance about adding twice as much brown sugar syrup than the recipe required.

“A sweet cocktail for the man who drinks the sweetest coffee known to man.” He'd brushed his hand across your fingers every time you'd passed him a refill, and you'd felt the familiar jolts of anticipation pass through you with each shared glance.

Your old boss had even noticed that you were ‘sweet on that little coworker of yours,’ and you'd had to do your best to stop yourself from openly flirting with him whilst he was sat there at the bar.

You'd done it for tips every single shift, not caring about the consequences, buy with Spencer, you so desperately wanted there to be consequences that you never so much as tried.

“We should pack up and head home, Spence.” You said, cleaning up the final glass of Mai Tai Derek had left behind, but when you turned around to see him, he was gone.

More accurately, he'd moved to your side of the bar and was sliding his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you in.

You gasped his name like a prayer, not expecting his cold fingers to curl under your shirt as he buried his head in your shoulder.

“Spencer! What's… what are…”

“Let me hold you.” He didn't say much more than that, but he didn't need to say more. You'd already.relaxed into his touch, eyes shutting so you could focus on the feel of his skin against yours.

“You're good at this,” he mumbled, words slightly slurred. “Everyone was watching you, they all wanted you to pour their drinks.”

You listened to each word of his voice fighting off confusion. Who was everybody? There hadn't been another customer in the bar since you'd made the arrest.

“The old men in the corner, they looked down your top when you picked something up for them. I heard them talking about it, how they thought about stuffing a couple of one's right here,” his hand trailed up to your breasts and you gasped, “like you were some stripper.”

His hands were slowly caressing you as he stood, chest pressed against your back, and you felt desire flood between your legs.

“Spencer, you're drunk, we should get you back to the motel.”

“My blood alcohol level should be around 0.11, so yes, legally I am drunk. If you want me back at the motel, be my guest, but I don't think I can keep my hands off of you tonight, Y/N.”

His words were blunt, delivered the same way he usually talked about case details, or books he'd read. There was nothing in it to indicate he'd meant to turn your world upside down just like that.

His hand had moved under your bra now, and you snapped back to reality, grabbing his hand and halting his movements momentarily as you craned your neck to look at him.

“Spencer, you're not in your right mind, you're going to regret this-” you didn't get to finish the sentence as he cut you off, pushing his lips into yours softly. With each second, his passion grew, until the two of you were caught in a battle of tongues, saliva dripping down your chin as you cared about nothing else but the pleasure you found in each other's mouths.

“The only thing,” he whispered between kisses. “That I'm going to regret, is if I let you walk me out of that door without showing you how much I want to possess every inch of you.”

His words were insistent but there was a question hidden in his movements. He'd withdrawn slightly, giving you enough space to turn him down should you want to.

You didn't.

Instead, you let a hand run up the back of his neck to his hair until you were pulling him down into you, stepping back into the warmth of his broad chest as you opened up to him.

Your other hand relinquished his, letting him explore your chest further and doing much of the same as you tried your very best to twist in your spot to get a better hold of him.

He was holding firm though, despite everything he'd drank, and had pushed you once again against the counter, hand moving between exploring your ass cheeks, and placing your hand firmly underneath you on the table so you could stabilise your position.

He worked his lips down your neck, prying your other hand out of his hair and placing it parallel to the first, before pulling your hips back slightly and encouraging you to arch your back.

You only realised you'd assumed a position for spanking when the first blow landed on your ass.

It was soft, all things considered, and he was still busy bruising your neck that you almost thought you'd imagined it.

The next one was harder though. It was real.

“Spencer!” You gasped as he stroked a hand over your asscheeks.

“Shhhhhhhh s'okay. You have a beautiful ass, I'm just making it prettier.”

His hands fumbled over your pants zipper, and then pulled them down to your knees as he continued stroking your ass and licking your neck.

The material limited your movements, trapping your knees together as he delivered one more blow. The skin to skin contact was too much and you let out a sinful moan, surprised at how loud you were suddenly managing to be.

You'd never been spanked before, never even thought about it, but something about Spencer's hands on you, the lingering scent of alcohol in the air had every hair on your body standing in excitement.

You heard Spencer unzip his own pants and were a little regretful that you didn't get the honour. You wanted to see him hold him in your hand, take him into your mouth and play with him until you knew just how he worked. But your back was still to him, and he wasn't giving you the space you needed to turn around and catch a glimpse.

“Every man in this bar tonight wanted to be where I am right now,” he whispered into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head, and then pushed your panties aside and ran himself along the lips of your cunt.

It was a night of sounds - the zippers, his whispers, your moans - bit you still weren't expecting to be able to hear your arousal.

It was erotic, near pornographic how wet his spanking had made you, and he let out small groans of appreciation as he gathered your juices on his cock.

He didn't try to breech you just yet, but rocked his cock between your thighs and cunt, teasing you just enough to keep you hooked, but nowhere near where you needed him to get you.

“Every man who was in here wanted you, and I got you. Right?” He asked again, practically rutting against your cunt.

“Y-Yes, Spencer.”

“Yes, sir.” He corrected, and you gasped as his hand struck your ass again, dangerously close to where his hips joined yours.

“Yes, sir.”

“Be a good girl for me, baby. I want to take care of you.”

With those words, he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance and slipped in.

With your knees still locked in place by your pants, it was really up to Spencer to control the pace. You didn't spare a second for the thought that had you been completely naked with a better range of motion that he still wouldn't relinquish this quiet control of you.

With one hand on your hip, and the other curled around to reach your clit as you arched your back against him, it wasn't long before he was setting a vigorous pace.

It wasn't that he was thrusting particularly fast, or that he was doing it ridiculously hard, like some men who knew no better tried. It was the combination of how far he was able to reach with his careful concentration on your pleasure.

You felt him speed up once before quickly drawing himself back to the even tempo, doing his best to not get lost in you.

His fingers traced your cunt in a slow figure eight as first, before experimenting with different movements, shapes, words until he'd been rewarded by your cunt clenching around his cock as you came all over it.

You gasped in shock, and flushed, so shocked it took only that long.

Instead of congratulating himself on getting you off though, he used your orgasm to inform himself of what you liked, what you so desperately needed from his fingers and his cock.

And most importantly, he didn't stop.

Even as your body twitched and spasmed around his cock, he kept up his wrist movements, keeping your body warmed up as he finally took his turn.

“Tell me how much you want this,” he whispered into your ear.

“I want this so badly, Sir, I need your cock pumping in and- ahhh out of me.”

“Tell me how nice my cock feels,” he again ordered and you willingly obeyed.

“Your cock is perfect, it's so big and warm, like it was made just for me.”

“Good girl, now tell me how much you want me to shoot my cum inside of you.”

Your mouth went dry as you choked out a moan, his pace getting rougher and rougher with each thrust. You hadn't heard him correctly, surely, your brain was imagining things.

But he prompted you with a slight tap to your face, a slap that wouldn't leave any mark.

“You don't want my cum all over this bar, do you? It would be a shame for your ex boss to fail his hygiene inspection.”

“Cum in me! God, please cum in me.”

He gripped you tight around your waist as he finally pushed himself over the edge, filling you with his seed and keeping you pinned in his arms until he was sure that none of it would escape.

“I'm glad you agreed, because I wasn't asking,” he said, chest still slightly heaving as he rode out his orgasm, lower body twitching in its sensitivity.

When he finally did pull out, he'd spent so long inside you, cockwarming, that not much of his cum slipped out. He cleaned you up with a clean dishcloth you pointed to on the counter, and pulled your pants back up, quickly manoeuvring his up too.

After a brief moment of silence, you finally turned to look at him, melting into his arms again as you took in his fucked out expression.

He stroked your head quietly for a few minutes, before pulling back from your hug.

“This bar doesn't have CCTV, does it?”

[itwasthereaminuteago]

First date: Frank takes you dancing

Of course he comes to pick you up with a bunch of flowers in hand and a sweet kiss on your cheek.

He looks so good, shirtsleeves pushed up to his elbows showing off the thick veins crossing his forearms, and you spend the whole ride in his truck yearning for the moment when he'll put those arms around you.

But first, when you get to the venue, he buys you whatever drink you desire, whether it's a ridiculously fancy cocktail or mocktail, a whiskey, or a bottle of beer like he's ordering, whatever you want.

You notice how he listens closely and looks right at you when you're talking, it makes you feel like you're the only person in the room. You can't help the slight heat from coming to your face whenever he catches your gaze and his lips spread into a handsome smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

The local band is playing something mid-tempo and catchy, and you find your fingers tapping along to the rhythm on the side of your glass.

When he gets up from the table, extending a hand, you're full of nervous excitement. His hands are warm and sure and he moves one to the small of your back to guide you onto the dancefloor sending little shivers up your spine, and when you get closer he smells so damn good you want to eat him.

He lets your fingers intertwine, his hands so big but he's gentle with you as you start to move together to the music.

Thoughts of him doing other things with them come unbidden into your imagination as he competently dances you around the floor, like how his fingers would feel pressing into the soft flesh of your hips, or maybe even his hand wrapped firmly around your neck as you're on top of him...

Your other hand is at his shoulder and you can feel his muscles flex slightly under his shirt as you trail your hand slowly down to rest on the broad expanse of his chest.

Then you laugh out in surprise as he suddenly twirls you in a circle and tightly pulls you back in to his embrace.

"You enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" He asks you earnestly, determined to ensure you feel comfortable, and you nod, your face lighting up with your smile.

"What if I told you you're doing everything right so far?"

"Anythin' more I can do?" he says, those warm brown eyes only further stoking up the flames of the fire that is burning at your core.

You're no longer really dancing, just gently swaying together, the tension between you both feeling like something could break at any moment...

"You could kiss me?"

It's as if he's been waiting for years for you to say those words the way his eyes instantly flicker down to your lips.

Frank brings his fingers up just under your chin, tipping your head towards him as he leans in. As your mouths meet in a soft, sensual kiss you cannot help the little noise of pleasure you make now that it's happening, and as you kiss back he's deepening it, fingers skating along your jawline to cradle the side of your head, pushing into your hair and guiding you with just enough control it makes your knees weak.

You both only pull away far enough for your foreheads to touch, the bustle of the dancefloor and the bar fading into the background.

Dancing then becomes dotted with your languid makeout sessions, eventually culminating in you leading Frank back towards the table so you can pick up your jacket and bag.

"So are you gonna take me home, Marine?"

Frank chuckles, shaking his head as he smiles, but evidently glad that you're game to continue this elsewhere.

"If that's what you want, then yes I am." he replies in a low voice, stealing another soft kiss from you, and you're met with a deep rumble from his chest as you playfully nip his lower lip with your teeth.

[kurishiri]

THE CHARA CAFE × Ikemen Villains menu translation

(src) this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties. You can click on the image for better quality. Please reblog, not respost!

which ones would you order? ✨✨

To my precious robin and from the self-righteous king, a most sinful love: a frozen strawberry drink (William)

strawberry ice cream

strawberries

milk

strawberry sauce

whipped cream

I encaged the scenery I saw with you inside this glass: a blue ocean drink (Elbert)

blue raspberry syrup

lemon water

lemon slice

gold leaf

Drink this if ya want. I ain’t drinkin’ it though: a ruthless butterfly pea soda (Jude)

butterfly pea syrup

carbonated water

lemon syrup

violet jelly

I want your greatest happiness: a berry tea of happiness (Ellis)

berry tea

blackcurrant jam

For you, the sinful one who wandered into a den of evil: the death god’s hot chocolate (Victor)

cocoa

whipped cream

coffee sauce

Blooming in the dark night, a violet cream soda

cider

purple melon syrup

vanilla ice cream

cherry

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

I swear a most sinful love to you on this wedding mocktail

pink grapefruit syrup

peach cheese

carbonated water

edible flower

“So that you, the one I love, may smile, I cast a magic spell on this”: the Cheshire Cat’s fresh fruit salad (Liam)

salad mix

smoked salmon

raisins

grapefruit

diced nuts

lemon dressing

black pepper

edible flower

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

“Nothing like meat for a reward, don’t you agree, lil lady?”: the egoist’s roast beef plate (Roger)

roast beef

rice

rock salt

baby leaves

parsley

mini tomatoes

camembert cheese

steak sauce

The Crown members’ favorite! The head chef’s special tomato sauce pasta

pasta

tomato sauce

bacon

consommé soup

parsley

crouton

“Hey, wanna split this half and half with me?”: a chocolate mint parfait of the Lying Fox’s charm (Harrison)

bavarois

mint jelly

chocolate corn flakes

whipped cream

mint chocolate ice cream

chocolate sauce

mint

brownie

“Aha! It’s my creation, as someone with a steel stomach”: a special scone set made by Alfons

scone

vanilla ice cream

blue raspberry syrup

whipped cream

chervil

biscuit

silver dragee

A vow to fall deeper into your sinful love: a wedding berry cake set

berry cake

macaron

cookie

whipped cream

mint

cotton candy

rock salt

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

Dessert of the robin on a moment’s break: a fresh fruit cocktail

cider

orange (mandarin)

yellow peach

cherry

strawberry

three-colored agar agar

heart-shaped gummy

popping candy

if you order something from the food or dessert menu, you’ll be gifted a 2L photocard (top), and if you order a drink, you get a coaster (bottom).

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what a happy time . . a joyful couple to be wed, the forest's happiness aglow . . the couple thanks you for your presence! but before the wedding festivities can kick in with full force, we do have some fun for the bridal party . . . ( ← you ! ♡ )

( MINIEVENT ONE ) : COCKTAIL GLASSES

make a moodboard which you think represents yourself – send it to my inbox!

you can also send me a picrew of yourself if you wish hehehee !!!

i'll use both the moodboard & the picrew to assign you a cocktail ( or a mocktail, if you're a minor! ) ♡

(*if you don't want an alcoholic drink, do let me know in the ask & i'll assign you a mocktail as well mwahahaa!)

let's have some drinks before the party starts, yesyes? (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

( MINIEVENT TWO ) : FLOWER BOUQUETS

make your own flower bouquet with me !!! ♡

choose either brown wrap ( fluff ) or white wrap ( comfort ) ..

.. then choose your flowers to determine a location ♡

choose one type of flower out of the list, then let me know which fノo of yours you'd like to gift this bouquet to!

i shall then supply you with brainrot according to your chosen bouquet hehehe !