#the one with the caffe outfits?

[canigetawaho]

I just want to talk about the Alien Stage songs (and my first impressions maybe) because why not :)

Also I won't put them all in one post because I'm afraid it's gonna be way to long

Starting with Sweet Dream (Sua's version)

This was actually not the first song I have heard. I've watched the clip after seeing the whole series (that was up to the 3rd round at that time) and I wasn't to impressed with it. To be honest I didn't really listen to it back then (in the sense that I wasn't paying attention), with it being so short and sort of an introduction (or maybe like an op for the series). After a long time, I had heard a part of the song randomly and I really liked it so imagine my shock when I found out it was from this series and I didn't remember it so I've decided to give it another chance and I just loved it, listening to it on repeat for weeks and even now I return to it pretty often. Sua's voice, the vibe it gives (also not me crying when reading the lyrics lol) it's just 😙👌. I think it does a good job at setting the expectations for this series and I wish I could hear her voice more often (and in general she is interesting as a character in my opinion)

Now the cover made by Luka. When I first saw there were covers of the songs made by the other characters my jaw just dropped to the floor and I couldn't be happier. That being said.... I didn't really knew how to feel about this cover in particular. His voice felt both right and wrong to me at the same time (kinda like to sweet but also like something was missing but I couldn't put my finger on it?) but I was determined to find out what was up with it and ended up getting used to it and adoring this version so ig some things will remain without an answer lol oops

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[kroosluvr]

temptation

i lowkey have too many notes to write down properly KDFHKDS but ill write them down for Future Cele so i can read it later and be like omggg past cele ur so fun and interesting

in general, the more "color" the scenes have, the closer it is to "real life" as opposed to the muted/hushed winter blues of maruki's reality

i.e. the dark frames w akira smiling and the very last panel are when reality sinks in: first for akira, then for goro

by the way this is long winter au but sumire is still brainwashed. this also works for canonverse but i just had long winter au in mind:o

youve heard of laundry and taxes now get ready for coffee and pastries

in every panel, akira is smiling! :) and goro is very much not smiling.

intentionally his face is hidden in the last 2 pages so its unclear whether it's the "ideal reality" already (akira/goro's daydreams/wants/desires), or if goro is still fighting akira on making sure he picks the right choice

the smoke from the first page kinda leads into the 3rd page omfg COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL BUT REALLY COOL LMAOOO

that's nameless and belladonna in jazz jin!!! i love them. I LOVETHEM. i miss them so bad is it obvious

the cafe is loosely based off of caffe strada @ uc berkeley LMAO. my parents used to take me there a lot as a little kid so that's the first cafe i think of when i imagine one. its like right on the streetside, basically on the sidewalk, so its very bustling and people are always walking by... probably a little disconcerting to see everyones summery bright smiles despite the bitter cold and snow

in long winter AU, the Ideal Reality starts before 1/1 so yeah they get to see the new years fireworks together (or something)

also intentional that they wear the same winter outfits in the whole comic although it Probably does not take place at the same time. in maruki's snowglobe, time seems frozen in place... but akira and goro are both acutely aware that the sands are running thru QUICK

goro's frustrated expression on page 3 is one also of disdain: "don't speak FOR me you fucking imbecile" type of expression.

goro, who's never lived a normal life and therefore doesn't know much abt "normalcy" nor really actively seeks it. this 3rd semester is basically purgatory for him and he doesn't care to try and go through the motions the way akira does. akira what do YOU know about the type of "normalcy" i deserve? how do YOU know if i "deserve" that?

im thinking that this is a naive akira who is mostly set on taking the deal because he feels hopeless... seeing all his friends with good happy lives while goro and himself are alive and miserable and shouldering the weight of the world during the horror of long winter......

oh but if he takes the deal they could all be good and alive and happy!!!.... and goro knows this. i feel like in any other universe (i.e. akira is 100% certain on not taking the deal and goro knows this) then goro would be happy and carefree to do these little indulgences for himself and akira's sake, to just enjoy the snowglobe world while it exists.

but this goro is discontent. he sees how akira is enjoying the snowglobe and knows maruki is depending on this. goro has to be the one to remind akira that none of this is his to keep........ in this fucked up world, routine is dangerous. becoming comfortable is dangerous. they cannot keep any of this.

on that note, goro says "i hate you" in a halfhearted sort of way (it's not true and akira knows that.) but he's trying to think of a way that he can dissuade akira from picking the wrong choice.....

and i think the thing is, goro thinks all of this, but he still falls into the rhythm of routine with akira anyway. in a way, goro feels hopeless too.

all of this is maruki's doing........ paralyzed by the inability to choose... whatever you do, you lose. goro needs to hold akira at arm's length so the stupid sentimental fool doesn't get too attached and falls into the wrong universe. akira needs to make a concentrated effort to detach himself from goro even though he wants the simplest thing in the world: just one more unremarkable day with him. it's lose-lose..........,

also i liked drawing the tentacles in the last pic the freaking blue lines on them were SO satisfying to draw

edit: also the last page: the blood flooding the panel….. the idea of the ideal world being built off of the blood and sweat and tears and bodies of the people who could have been. of those lost in the actualization, of those destroyed, of those stitched together and brought back to life. all just for a little false happiness. goro sees it but akira doesn’t, and it’s a grim sight.

[jedipoodoo]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request a HunterxReader. Something where Hunter is like really possessive over reader with like another guy? Or one of his brother getting a little too close for his comfort, nothing nefarious, just lite teasing.

Thank you in advance.

Again, you’re doing amazing sweetie!

Me reading this request:

I hope you enjoy this one!

Man After Midnight (Jealous!Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes: Hunter POV, The Return of The Kyle™, guy gets handsy with reader and Hunter does something about it, alcohol consumption, bar fight, 79s, feel free to check out my personal 79's Playlist here. Spoilers tagged for the gif. Y'all do not know how long it took me to find a season three gif for this one.

Whenever the squad convinced Hunter to join them at 79's, he tuned out the noises and smells to the best of his abilities. The overlapping of a million voices, all too similar to differentiate, the body odors and cologne, the pounding bass of the pop music, it could get to be too much. 

But when you asked him to join you, he couldn't say no. He was powerless to the pleading in your eyes and the joy in your smile when he finally said yes. Or it could have been how Crosshair commented on how good you looked in the new outfit you'd bought for clubbing, but he'd never admit it.

The six of you crowded into a booth at the back of the bar, farthest from the speakers. Hunter made sure that he got the seat next to you, only for Tech to remind you that it was your turn to grab the drinks from the bar. You smiled at Hunter apologetically as you tried to climb over him without bothering him too much. He had a better idea though, and gently placed his hands on your waist, easily lifting you over his legs and placing you on the outside of the booth. 

Wrecker gave a wolf-whistle at the wide-eyed look on your face, and you quickly looked away, running over to the bar as fast as you could through the crowd. 

The others were chuckling as Hunter frowned. Had he messed up? Was he too forward? He didn't consider himself a shy person, but he'd been so sure that you were sending him signals that you were interested. 

"Hmm," Crosshair hummed. 

"What is it?" Hunter sat up.

Cross smirked, "It seems our resident civilian is attracting some attention." 

Hunter quickly scanned the crowd, looking for you. Halfway between the bar and the squad's booth, drinks spilling out of your arms, you were stopped talking with a senate guard. What one of them was doing here was beyond him, but Hunter didn't like the way he was looking you up and down, and half-blocking you from the booth. He wasn't even offering to help you with the drinks. 

Hunter slammed his hands on the table to push himself out of his seat and marched over to you, shoving the guard to the side. 

"Let me help you with that," He said, taking Wrecker's boilermaker and Tech's martini from where you had kept them expertly balanced. 

"Hey, excuse me clone-" 

"You're excused," Hunter rolled his eyes at the senate guard and nodded you towards the booth, "Let's go." 

"Thank you," You said softly, but he heard it all the same. And you were smiling at him, so he hadn't totally messed up. 

The two of you handed out the drinks to their respective drinkers, and Hunter herded you back into your seat. 

"Who was that?" Wrecker asked, downing half his drink in one go. 

You shrugged, "No one in particular. I think his name was Kyle?"

Hunter huffed. He couldn't tell himself if he was annoyed or amused by this revelation. Of course the smarmy senate guard would have a name like Kyle. 

The evening carried on, Wrecker ordered more drinks, Echo found some old friends from the 212th, and Hunter could hear Tech rambling to a very interested Rodian woman who listened to him describe the nesting habits of rancors with stars in her eyes.

You, of course, were on the dance floor. You were always dancing around the Marauder, humming to yourself as you cleaned up your workspace or made the caff. Whenever Hunter saw you dancing, it felt like all was right with the world.

He spotted Kyle across the room. Hunter was surprised he'd stuck around, the senate guards typically didn't deign the clones to be good enough company to make the way across town to 79's.

But Kyle wasn't paying attention to any of the clones. His beady eyes tracked your every movement out on the dance floor. Hunter felt a rumbling in his chest, like a reek warning others to stay back. 

Kyle, of course, couldn't hear it, and even if he could, he probably would have ignored it anyway. The senate guard shouldered his way through the crowd on the dance floor, announcing his presence by placing his hands on your hips. 

Hunter heard your yelp of surprise and grit his teeth. He launched himself from the booth and marched across the room. Several startled patrons hopped out of the way when they saw the look of pure rage on his face, but all Hunter could focus on were your protests as Kyle grinned. 

"Really sweetheart, I'm just trying to give you a compliment, is all!" Kyle laughed as you flushed in embarrassment, trying to push him away. Kyle's grip tightened on you, but Hunter grabbed him by the shoulder. When Kyle turned with a smart quip, Hunter decked him across the face. 

"They said no!" He snarled, his arm out in front of you like a shield.

A few clones gave out supporting cheers as the senate's flunkie was laid out across the nearest table, but Kyle wasn't the only one present. Two more men, decidedly not clones, approached Hunter menacingly, trying to defend their friend. He saw them coming, but he had to take a hit from the first one so that the other could get close without suspecting too much. Then Hunter took the both of them with one swing. 

"Hunter!" You cried out. A crowd was gathering, and Wrecker was trying to make his way over to you and help Hunter out.

Hunter placed his hands on your shoulder, standing in between you and Kyle.

"You alright?" He asked.

"What?" 

"Look out!" Someone shouted. Hunter shielded you with his body to see the senate guards standing up.

Kyle pushed himself to his feet, though he still leaned unsteadily against the table.

"You're gonna regret that, meatdroid!" He snarled, blood dripping down his chin from a broken nose. Kyle charged towards the two of you, but Hunter stepped to the side at the last minute, catching Kyle by the collar of his dress uniform. It was tight enough already, but with Hunter gripping the fabric, Kyle had to gasped for air. Hunter swung him around and right into his would-be bodyguards.

"No fighting! No fighting!" the steward droid waved its arms, but no one was paying it much attention. Wrecker caught the three stooges by the scruff and happily carried them out the door like a mother tooka, dropping them on the veranda where they could hail a hovertaxi. 

Once he was certain that Kyle was taken care of, Hunter turned to you.

"Are you alright?" He repeated.

"Am I-?" You shook your head, "You have a black eye!" You pointed out, as if Hunter wasn't wincing every time he blinked.

"Just a scrape," He insisted.

"If I had a credit for every time-" You were too upset to even finish your thought, but you grabbed Hunter by the lip of his chestplate, pulling him over to the bar. You asked the serving droid for the medkit, and brought him back into the bathroom stalls.

"That was incredibly stupid of you. You know what kind of trouble you could get into if you hurt them too badly!" You made Hunter sit on the edge of one of the sinks so that you could treat him properly.

Hunter sighed, "Trouble seems to find me regardless of whether I do anything or not."

You fixed him with a death glare that made it clear he was better off not saying anything until you were done treating his wounds, superficial as they may be.

"Don't do that again, you hear me?" You slathered bacta over his eye, and dabbed some on the cut on his lip. Fortunately, there was one more ice pack in the poorly-stocked kit, so you snapped it in half to activate the cooling gel. 

"Sorry cyare, but I'm afraid I can't make that promise."

You froze, the ice back an inch above his eye. He could feel the air cooling around it, and gently took the ice pack from your slackened grasp, pacing it against the swelling skin.

"Hunter," You gasped, "don't say things like that. Even for me, it's not worth the risk." Your hands were shaking, so you busied them by packing up the remains of the medikit. 

Hunter grit his teeth as you turned your back to him, "You are worth every sacrifice I have made. Every shot I've taken, every nightmare that haunts me, every humiliation I've had to endure from those miserable excuses for sentient beings," He waved the ice pack in the air, trying to indicate Kyle and his flunkies.

"It's worth it," He insisted, "Just to see you smile."

He heard your heart beat faster as you swallowed the lump in your throat, and he knew he'd gone too far.

"I... I didn't know you felt that way..." You whispered.

Hunter hopped down from the sink and marched out the bathroom door. He needed a nice, stiff drink.

A couple of the other clones gave him strange looks for the eyepatch, and a few who'd seen the fight asked if he was okay. Hunter ignored them all, trying to flag down a steward droid.

"Hunter!" You shouted his name above the din of the music. He decided it was best to ignore you too.

By the time you finally made your way to him at the bartop, he was halfway through a drink he'd regret in a couple hours.

"What do you think you're doing!?" you demanded, hands on your hips.

"Having a drink, what's it look like I'm doing?" He grunted miserably.

"You can't just tell me you love me and walk away like that!"

Hunter spat out a mouthful of alcohol all over the serving droid, leaving his tongue and his nose burning from the taste.

You, however, were unperturbed by his reaction, folding your arms across your chest.

"Now are you going to ask me to dance or not?"

[inestheunicorn]

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[pjisskullourful]

𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁

☕ Ethan × Victoria × reader

NSFW🔥 kinky action to the power of 3!

° Ethan Torchio/Victoria De Angelis/female reader insert

° Ethan has been your favourite café customer for ages, you’re secretly interested in him. one day he brings bestie Victoria in with him & her forwardness brings out more from your friendship

wordcount:::    9,117

° anon request:  i love the way you write smut 😩 and to be honest, it always turns me on. can i ask something, would you write victoria x reader x ethan? 🙃 ° HAPPY PRIDE🏳️‍🌈noone in this fic is heterosexual ° thankyou to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault 💋

° [ITA]:  molto bene: very good

“...and some caramel sauce, but can you make sure that gets drizzled on the inside of the cup please?”

You paused from hitting the button on the touchscreen to add this ingredient to the order and you looked up at the blonde woman standing on the other side of the counter. She visibly cringed, her pretty face twisting into a grimace and it looked like she wanted to walk away. “I know, it’s so extra. But it’s not for me, it’s for my friend and he is-...”

“Wait, is it Ethan?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah, but how did you know that? I swear I hadn’t said his name yet…”

You laughed, shrugging this off. “He lives next door, we see him literally every day, sometimes multiple times a day. He’s so nice and you always remember the nice ones and their orders.” 

You were grinning as you checked over the requested drink, it looked exactly as it should - a white mocha with a triple shot of espresso (there wasn’t any button on the computer to indicate his preference for two shots to go on the top with the last one separated to the bottom of the cup, but you had made the specific drink so many times that it would be impossible to forget), made with almond milk, served extra hot and with the caramel drizzle on the inside of the cup, not just added to the top of the drink. You didn’t divulge to his friend that you had this order memorised because, ever since the first second you had seen him walking into the café, you had felt a deep need to impress him. She didn’t need to know that you always remembered serving him because he was the highlight of each day.

“And what can I get for you, hun?”

“Just a caffe latte.”

You had this added to the order with one tap of your finger. “What name can I put that under?”

“Victoria.”

You grabbed a second coffee cup sleeve, scribbling her name down as you wondered why you hadn’t seen her in here before. In the six months that Ethan had been living in the apartment building directly next to the coffee shop, he had never been accompanied by anyone during his extremely regular visits. You were certain that you would have remembered Victoria, she was effortlessly stylish in her red flannel shirt, smokey black and grey pigments applied around her eyes to bring out their natural blue all the more.

“I’ll get started on those for you right now.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were dotting the I’s in her name with two love hearts - a completely unnecessary flair that you didn’t typically add to a customer's cup. 

Some of the other baristas had to apply extra focus when they were making Ethan’s drink, the method not coming as naturally to them as other standard orders. But it had become automatic to you, just like fixing the locks into place on the back door when you were the last to leave at night.

And so your mind wandered, not too far - over to where Victoria was standing, looking at the display shelves of prepackaged gift boxes. You instantly wanted to know more about her, your eyes darting up whenever possible, greedily drinking in the details of her outfit and all of the antique-style jewellery she wore. Who was she thinking of as she considered the different selections of boxes? Surely, a partner, there was no chance of someone as attractive as her being single. She would be sharing those chocolates with a boyfriend, or burning the artisan scented candles in anticipation of a visit from her girlfriend.

“Victoria?” You called out and she looked up, instantly showing you a wide smile.

She reached out for the two drinks. “Thanks. I was gonna ask if you wanted me to say hi or anything to Ethan, but I feel like this lovely drawing says it all…” She said of the quick cartoon cock you had drawn.

You felt your cheeks heating. “Yeah, don’t worry- he’ll know what it means.”

“Awesome. See ya later.”

You spent too long watching her leave, your eyes taking in the sight of her tight black jeans, going down to the rainbow shoelaces that decorated her Doc Martens. By the time you came back to Earth, the next customer at the front of the line was looking at you impatiently, arms folded over their chest.

“Hi, what can I get ya?”

--- --- ---

Your response from Ethan came in the form of a direct message via Instagram (you didn’t have his phone number, you hadn’t had the courage to ask for it and he hadn’t offered it). It wasn’t the first message you had received from him - the two of you shared memes back-and-forth or he would tell you he was reminded of you when out at a bar and a Backstreet Boys song came on (your ultimate guilty pleasure, he had learnt that when you were in charge, you would play the boy band over the café speakers all day long). There were times when you thought he was flirting with you, never certain if you were reading between the lines to find what you wanted.

This message could not be slipped into that classification, his intentions of having a purely platonic joke with you were clear.

There’s a dick drawn on my cup.

You were standing by yourself, enjoying your lunch-break cigarette in the shady area beside the coffee shop. You were laughing as you started to type your response.

New phone. Who dis?

I'm going to go FULL Karen next time I'm in there. He threatened. Tell your manager to start preparing now.

Karen Torchio, I am so terrified.

--- --- ---

"M'lady…"

You looked up from wiping a table clean, finding Ethan approaching you. "M'Ethan." You responded in your typical fashion, even crossing one ankle over the other to bob down into a curtsey. 

It wasn’t unusual for him to pop into the coffee shop later in the day - looking for a five pm caffeine fix because he kept hours that would only seem regular to a vampire. He would need a kick to get him ready for a gig or rehearsal with the band.

More than once, one afternoon coffee had stretched out with the two of you chatting, him keeping you company through the mundane tasks of closing the café. Before you knew it, the floors would be mopped and all of the machines were cleaned without you having a chance to become bored by the tedious activity. He would always help you carry the trash out, never complaining about the stench. He would walk you to the bus stop, waiting with you under the dim street light and waving you off into the night. 

“Oh, hi again.” You said to Victoria. “Same as before?”

“Actually, can I get tea this time- peppermint?” She asked.

He made a face. “Ugh, you and your hot toothpaste water.”

“While you keep making fun of me over this, we’ll see who gets to make-out with more girls- coffee-and-ashtray-mouth Torchio, or fresh-and-minty De Angelis.”

“I’ve never had any complaints.” He said, pulling up a chair to one of the available tables.

You returned back to behind the counter, typing the order of one peppermint tea and one very specific mocha into the till. The peak hours of the coffee shop were well and truly over for the day - there were only two other tables occupied. It was time to let some of the tension roll off of your shoulders, time to start thinking about what you would make yourself for dinner. There would be no more noisy and crowded moments, the most you expected were some school kids ordering their favourite sugar-filled drinks on their way home.

You could quickly prepare the order of the two friends, carefully carrying the full mugs over to their table. You set the tea down first, then the coffee in front of Ethan. “No dicks this time, Karen- does that make ya happy?”

He took an exaggerated pause, playing at needing time to think this over. “It’s an improvement, but I’m not gonna delete my negative Facebook review, not yet.”

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Victoria asked, blinking up at you curiously and you saw him raise a hand, half-covering his face. “It’s kind of personal.”

“Vic…” He sighed heavily. “You can’t just ask her about this- she’s at work and you literally met her five seconds ago.”

“What?” She asked defensively and you looked between the two of them, your mind racing as you saw him squirm in a way you weren’t used to. “I said: can I ask, do you see that distinction? It’s not like I just came right out and said it, she doesn’t have to answer, that’s why I phrased it as a request, not a demand.” She held a finger up, tapping it in midair to emphasise each syllable of the next word. “Dis-tinc-tion.”

You tucked your hands into the back pockets of your jeans, feeling uncertain of what you were about to walk into. “Right, do you wanna just ask it?”

She gave him one last smug look before looking up at you, batting her eyelashes a little. “Are you gay?” Now the rest of his face disappeared behind his other hand. 

You nodded, even as your cheeks filled with a natural and bright blush. This wasn’t the kind of conversation you usually had with a customer and you certainly hadn’t shared this revelation with Ethan before. It was clear this was something the two of them had discussed, but you could only wonder for how long or why it would appeal to them as anything of interest.

“Yeah, well, if you wanna get specific or whatever- bisexual.”

She grinned, raising her eyebrows as she looked back at him. “I told you. You need to stop questioning my gaydar.”

“How did you know, am I flaming back there without even realising?” You asked.

She giggled, the way that she was so pleased with herself was infectious. “No, no, nothing like that. But when I was in here before, there was a Tegan and Sara song playing and, whether on purpose or not, you were singing along, every single word.”

“Is that the same as gaydar?” He asked.

She dismissed this with a quick flick of her hand. “Irregardless, I was correct.” She gave you a subtle wink. “Thanks babe.”

You stepped back, prepared to walk away and at least pretend to be a productive employee. But you paused. “You are too, right? I mean, you’ve got the rainbow laces and the flannel, and you knew the song well enough to know it was Tegan and Sara…”

“Okay, well now I really have to get your phone number. Finally, someone who can match my gaydar.” She said, a look of awe on her face.    

You hesitated, for some reason, your eyes going to Ethan. You were used to women being far more upfront and bold with their advances, but this was by far the most confidently anyone had ever asked for your number. It was so cocky that you assumed this must be a joke - no one was this level of self-assured.

But she had grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser and was very purposefully pushing it across the table, to where you were standing. 

“Sheesh, don’t let Karen over here see me handing my phone number out to customers.” You said, attempting a joke to remove the awkward feeling that was currently stuck in the back of your throat. “He might update his review to include a bit about how this is a family café, not some sort of lesbian hook-up zone.”

“Anywhere can be a lesbian hook-up zone so long as you’ve got courage.” She said.

“Oh molto bene.” He said, the sarcasm thick. “Tell me, are there still tickets available for your TED Talk?”

She poked her tongue out at him. She picked up the napkin as soon as you were finished writing, folding it and tucking it into her pocket immediately. “Maybe if you lost the attitude, I would put you on my guest list.”

"Okay, holler if you need anything else."

Neither of them opposed you leaving and you got back to work - close to entirely distracted at this point. You couldn't keep yourself from glancing in their direction, especially when you heard Victoria's loud laugh.

More than once, you looked across in time to find Ethan staring at you while she was talking. Was it too presumptuous, too narcissistic to think they were talking about you?

You felt shy under his gaze and you couldn't properly recognise him in this moment. You weren't sure how to act while there was so much hanging in the space between the two of you.

You endeavoured to keep your distance (this seemed like the best option until you could remember how to treat him as your friend again). 

After about an hour, your last remaining co-worker was leaving and all of the other customers had left. You were completely alone with Victoria and Ethan.

“More toothpaste water?” You asked, approaching the table where they showed no signs of readying themselves for an exit.

“No, thanks.”

“Do you want us to clear out so you can clean in peace?” He asked.

“No, it’s fine, you can stay.” You said, collecting their empty cups. “So, what are you two up to tonight- some combination of raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer your guts out?”

“No, but that’s what we should do.” She answered excitedly.

“There’s a bar down the road that allegedly makes the best lychee cocktails in the whole world and our friend just won’t shut up about it and how much we need to try it- so, that was what we were planning to do, for a start, at least.”

You forgot about needing to wash the mugs, instead energetically jumping on to his train of thought. “No, they really are the best, though. It’s this new bartender they’ve hired. And on Fridays they do this deal where you can get a whole pitcher so fuckin’ cheap.”

“It’s Friday today…” He said.

“You should come with us.” She said, smiling up at you. “Unless you have other plans.”

“Oh, but I do.” You said. “I’ve got some leftover soup waiting for me in the refrigerator and then I get to do about a million loads of laundry.”

“Uh-huh, but after that?” He asked.

“I’d love to.”

— — —

“Would you stop fuckin’ looking at me like that?” You burst out.

Ethan finished lighting the cigarette that was already between your lips, the expression on his face reminding you of a puppy. You knew you should have felt bad for this, but the three cocktails you had consumed were making you feel bolder than usual.

Spirits had been high since the three of you had met up again at the familiar bar. You felt good in the outfit you had selected and he was being very generous in how many cigarettes from his pack he was sharing with you. Victoria was so easy to talk and joke with - it was as if you had already known her for ages, with the conversation getting louder as more of the second pitcher of the fruity cocktail was consumed.

But there was clearly something on his mind - regularly, he was the first person to stop laughing at any jokes and when you looked in his direction, more than once, you had been struck by how serious his expression was. He always looked serious, his default expression was that of someone on the verge of making a sombre life decision.

It was more than that tonight and you could feel that it had the potential to kill your mood. Something was keeping him preoccupied and it worried you.

“Like what?”

Victoria had disappeared in search of the ladies room, so it was just you and he tucked away in the corner of the smokers area. This seemed like the best time to confront him and give him a chance to get whatever was bothering him off of his chest.

“Like you’re over there trying to divide two-hundred and thirty-two by thirteen and you wanna ask me for help, but you don’t know if you should, or something.”

He laughed at that, the creases of concern leaving his forehead. “That is very specific.” He lit a cigarette for himself. “What makes you think that I don’t know how to solve that equation? Do you think that just because this is such a pretty face that I’ve got nothin’ going on in here?” He tapped his right temple.

“You’re dodging my question.” You said humorlessly.

He smiled as he took a drag of his cigarette. "I know and I'm doing a great job of it."

You scowled and got up from your stool, taking the step over to where he was sitting. You swatted at his shoulder a few times. "Stop it. I want you to talk to me." You continued to play-slap him, your wrists limp and flailing. "And if you don't, I'll be forced to give you the thrashing of a lifetime."

He furrowed his brow at you. "What? Hey, cut that out."

"Resistance is futile."

He gestured to the space behind you. "Your chair has just walked off."

"Huh?" You whipped around, finding that your barstool had been taken and relocated by another smoker. "Oh, sonofa…"

"Here, have mine. I'm not gonna make you stand in those heels, especially not after you were at work all day."

You put a determined hand to his chest, managing to stop him as he made as if to get up. "Actually, I have a better idea." Before he could question you any further, you placed yourself in his lap, crossing your legs and coming incredibly close to his face. "Okay, now resistance is futile. Talk."

He didn't start speaking immediately, instead he just looked at you, his surprise evident. You took a drag from your cigarette, wondering what it would take to get him to start talking.

You were aware that this level of closeness was beyond the familiarity the two of you had established. He didn't have anywhere to hide and neither did you, now you had to confront what was lying under the surface. You did your best to get comfortable, draping an arm over his shoulder, but there was a sense of restraint, caused by your uncertainty over how pleased he was with this.

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing." He said, his brow furrowed once more as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Well, it's kinda awkward." He rested his hand at the small of your back.

"I- well, it's- you and I have- and I…" He sighed, scratching at his head. "I didn't expect that Victoria would ask for your number so quickly." He shook his head to himself. "I shouldn't be surprised, she's always been quick on the draw, especially when it comes to picking up gorgeous women. But this- this might just be a…"

"Hang on, hang on for a second- you just called me gorgeous."

"I've told you that you're gorgeous before."

"Nope. I mean, you've complimented me before, sure and you always tell me that you like my hair when it's freshly coloured. But…" You smiled, taking a drag of your cigarette, watching him. "...you think I'm gorgeous?"

"Of course I do. Are you kidding?" He said. "I'm sorry that I hadn't told you- you're the kind of woman who deserves compliments all the time. But then, I worry about being creepy and putting you in an uncomfortable spot 'cause I'm a customer, so you have to be nice to me and-"

Sitting in this semi-private corner, your body close to his, a nice buzz from the alcohol - you felt bold enough to act, to step over the old boundary line. You put your hand to his cheek, getting his attention as he breathed out another cloud of smoke. As you leaned in closer, he watched, his brow furrowed.

You kissed him, finding no resistance. Instead he sought to deepen the kiss, lips parting until you were fully indulging in his taste. It was warm and wonderful, making your heart soar, reminding you of how a compliment from him could change your day, could make you forget about any annoying customers. Reminding you of how a smile from him made it worth getting out of bed and going to work.

You were smiling, holding your eyes shut even as the two of you parted. It didn't matter how loud the music was, you were close enough to hear the heavy, trembling exhale as it fell from his lips.

"I think you're gorgeous too." You bumped your nose against his, very tempted by the idea of kissing him again. "You and your ridiculous coffee order. You and your shy smile whenever you catch my eye over the room. You and your concerned little frown lines when I tell you that I've been having a bad day. You and your absolutely bizarre sense of humour, sending me the most niché memes known to man. I think it's all so gorgeous."

When you opened your eyes, you found your new favourite of his smiles on his face. It was small, but so honest, reaching his eyes without showing any teeth. It was the calm look of a man comfortable with the decision your lips had just made. It made you want to kiss him again, because you had the feeling that he would kiss you back.

"So, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked.

You giggled, a crinkle forming on the bridge of your nose as you took a drag from your cigarette. "I was trying to play it cool. How was I supposed to know you felt the same? Imagine how awkward it would be if I had tried to hit on you, and you could only say something like, you're a great girl. And then we would have to keep seeing one another, everytime you wanted a coffee, this awkward dark cloud over us. That's nightmare material."

His hand had started to caress your thigh. "Well I wouldn't want to be the fuel of anything but pleasant dreams for you. But it is still kinda awkward, 'cause I think Victoria likes you and…"

"I think I like her too." You said, eyes still lingering back down to his lips. "You don't think that you can be attracted to two people at once?"

"I can't say that it's ever happened to me. But that doesn't mean it's not possible." He was still rubbing your leg.

"You've never experimented with two people at the same time?"

"That's not what I said."

You were smirking to yourself, watching him and the way he worried over his bottom lip. "So, what are you saying?"

He was shaking his head a little as he took another drag from his cigarette, another thoughtful look on his face. "I don't- what do you think I'm saying?"

You laughed, his deflecting was cute, but you were keen to get to the point. The two of you had been dancing around this for far too long and you were in a different setting, now you could be different versions of the people who saw each other almost daily. "Well, I- uh…" You cleared your throat, feeling how hot your cheeks were. "I'm not sure how you pronounce it, or anything. But…" His hand was so warm and firm on your leg, taking full advantage of the short dress you were wearing. "I believe it’s ménage à trois, right?"

"Right." He said, before laughing again and you joined him, marveling at how far you had progressed from what was typical. This conversation would have seemed ridiculous, out of place, only hours before. But somehow the two of you were navigating into this new territory together.

"What's so funny?" Victoria was sidling up to where you were sitting and you felt your cheeks get even hotter.

"She's teaching me some French." He said, suddenly not lost for words.

You shoved his shoulder as he laughed. You rolled your eyes before looking over to her. "It's not-"

"French kissing?" She asked. "'Cause it looks like you two are wearing the same shade of lipstick all of a sudden." She rested an arm at his shoulder. "Or is that just the lighting?"

He didn't rush to wipe his lips free of the dark shade, he didn't even try to hide his mouth behind his hand. "It wasn't especially French. But I mean, what's the classification for all of that?"

"French words." You clarified for her. "Ménage à trois…"

She smiled, giving a knowing nod. "Well, he already knows that phrase pretty well…" Her smile turned smug as she poked his cheek. "Don't you, honey?"

"Vic…" 

She stood up a little straighter. "Had you not gotten-"

"No, I had not quite gotten to that part yet." He said, almost scowling at her. "I was working my way up to that."

She rolled her eyes. "Always working your way up to somethin'..."

You put your hand to his wrist and pushed his hand down somewhat. "Hang on, I feel like I'm picking up on something and I could be way off here, so please correct me if I'm wrong. But have you two done this before?"

"Yeah."

He half-covered his face. "Subtlety Vic, can you please Google it?"

"What? She asked, so I answered." She said. "There's nothing wrong with being forward."

"She's right." You said, wrapping your fingers around his.

"Maybe if you were more forward and ditched the whole shy guy routine, you wouldn't need a wing-woman."

"No, I like the shy guy stuff." You said before meeting her gaze. "And I also like the wing-woman."

She smiled and moved in a bit closer. You couldn't help but follow the motion of her tongue sliding across and wetting her lips. She put her hand over your bare knee and you leaned forward.

Her hand went to the side of your face to draw you in those last few inches until you were close enough to kiss. You pressed your lips to hers, your heart racing as the aroma of her perfume filled your nostrils. Her soft fingers caressed your skin as the rest of the bar seemed to fade away for the moment. You leaned into her as she gently sucked on your lower lip.

Before you could open your mouth and invite her in deeper, she was gently pulling back. At once you were swarmed with a yearning for more, slowly opening your eyes to see her grinning at you.

“The wing-woman likes you too, babe.” She said.

You glanced at Ethan and saw that he was smiling as well - but not in a shy way that you were accustomed to seeing. Nor did it appear to be forced for your benefit. You were convinced that he was just as comfortable as you, invested in this increasingly-exciting encounter.

You readjusted how you were sitting in his lap, continuing to enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body. You had mostly forgotten about the cigarette between your fingers, not rushing to return it to your mouth.

“But you two aren’t…?” You trailed off, gesturing between the two friends as a means to complete this question.

She gave her head a little shake. “No, it’s not even a friends with benefits situation. More like partners in crime…”

“Yeah, ‘cause conveniently we have the exact same taste in women.” He said.

“Sometimes guys.” She added.

“That sounds like a pretty great set-up.” You said.

Her smile had a mischievous quality to it. “We know how to have fun.”

“So, is there some sort of routine that you stick with, like do you always take people back to your place, or is it your place?” You asked.

“No, it’s not this choreographed thing.” He said, ready to give you a full explanation. “It’s more in the moment. We go to whoever’s house is closest, and what the third is most comfortable with, you know.”

She cleared her throat loudly. “Honey, this is when that subtlety thing you love so much doesn’t really work out.”

“Huh?”

She showed you a knowing smile as you took a drag from your cigarette. “She’s asking us to take her home.”

He looked at you, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. “You are?”

“I am.” You said with a confident nod.

“Well- I think, um… If that’s what you wanna do… ‘cause I would really-...” He trailed off, clearing his throat before trying a different approach. “My house is literally down the road.”

You licked your lips and grinned. “I know.”

“Thank God you like the shy guy stuff.” She said. “But this is shyer than usual, you’re having an extra affect on him, like-...”

“Two choices here, Vic- you shut up or I make you pay for it later.” He cut in.

— — — 

Ethan’s apartment was just as neat and well-organised as you had always imagined it would be (and you had imagined it. Sometimes you tried to picture him in his ‘natural habitat’, other times you wondered what it would be like to go home with him.)

But you didn’t get to see much of it - there was no time for a tour of the space when you had both he and Victoria whisking you away to the master bedroom. Their intentions were clear and even though you had never done anything like this before, it was easy to follow their lead.

Once in the bedroom, Ethan let his hand drop from yours so that he could pay her some more attention. He joined her at the foot of the large bed and you saw the two friends share a smile. She initiated the kiss as he pulled her to him.

He wrapped his arms around her petite body and lifted, getting her off of the floor. Then he tossed her backwards, with as little effort as if she were a ragdoll. She landed on the bed with a grin on her face and instantly set about getting comfortable.

You put a hand on his shoulder as you stepped closer to where he stood. “My turn?”

He bent down, placing his arm behind your knees so that he could scoop you off the floor. You felt entirely steady as he straightened up, carrying you into the air.

For an exhilarating moment, you weightlessly flew, expertly thrown away from his body. It happened so quickly that you didn’t have any time to register fear. Instead, your trust remained intact and you just had fun. You were also smiling when your back hit the mattress. Victoria moved in closer to you and slid her hand across your middle.

“Two gorgeous women in my bed…” He said, his tone full of awe.

She looked over her shoulder to where he stood. “What are you gonna do about it, honey?”

"Whatever our guest is comfortable with." He said, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Oh don't worry about me. Currently I am very comfortable." You said, taking in the sight of his bare torso and feeling your heart beat harder. "Very, very comfortable." 

She sat up and leaned forward, slowly crawling across the mattress to him. "What does my nasty boy wanna do, hm? Should I get the box from under the bed, is that what kind of mood you're in?"

"Maybe." He said, his eyes appearing darker in this moment as he looked at her. "Maybe I'm in the mood for some pegging."

"Really? God, you know how much I love pegging you…"

"Yes, I do know." He said, bending down until he could capture her lips in a kiss.

As he kissed her, she put her hands to the buckle of his belt. She took this off of him as they separated from the kiss, she tossed the accessory away. Then she was moving, climbing off the mattress in pursuit of this box.

This left Ethan to place all of his attention on you. He brought his knees down to the mattress, starting to move toward you, his eyes fixed on you as the target. You licked your lips, staring back just as intently. His hand began on your ankle, travelling upwards as he came in closer.

"Let's get you out of this dress, yeah?"

"Yeah." You eagerly responded.

You moved your hands up to his face, your fingers caressing his skin and you licked your lips. Tilting your head to the side, you initiated the kiss. His warmth engulfed you as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands moving to your back. He found the zipper of your tartan dress, pulling this down. He eased the fabric away from your skin, letting it pool around your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to tease your tongue at his lips. He was busy unclasping your bra, moving the lingerie aside. Then he wrapped his arms around you and relaxed his jaw, sinking into this deeper embrace with you. You pushed your bare chest flush to his, enjoying the feel of his firm hands grasping your back.

Victoria's hand collided with his butt with a loud smack, interrupting your flow. He pulled back, glancing over his shoulder. She had removed all of her clothing, revealing a pierced nipple. 

Aside from a smirk, the only thing that she wore was a harness-style belt, with straps that wrapped securely around her upper-thighs. Her hands were full - a black dildo in one and a bottle of lubricant in the other.

"Pants off, honey."

She rejoined you on the bed as he moved away. She placed the objects down, emptying her hands before starting to kiss you. Both of you let your hands explore, with you caressing her neck and shoulders. Her hands travelled up your sides, squeezing as you arched your back into her.

You were breathless, keeping your eyes shut as her kisses started to move down your neck. You let your fingers play through her silky hair as she kissed across your collarbone. Your nipples were hard before her mouth reached this area, her lips wrapping around one of the stiff peaks. You moaned when she started to suck, you were too turned on to contain yourself or feel inhibited.

Your eyes fluttered open, finding where Ethan was standing. Your eyes bulged as you looked at him now that he was naked. Your throat clenched and you found yourself looking at the largest dick you had ever seen.

"Oh my God." You could hardly get the words out.

This got Victoria's attention. She sat up, following your line of sight. "You've never seen one that big before, eh?"

You shook your head, your mouth feeling dry. "Um, only in porn."

"Yeah, I was the same the first time we fucked." She said while he patiently waited at the end of the bed. "But it's okay, he's really gentle when he needs to be and he makes it feel so good."

"I've just never had one that big before…" You said.

"I'm sorry, does it freak you out?" He asked, one hand bashfully moving down.

You instantly shook your head. "No, no, it's not that, it's just…"

"It'll fit." She said, close to your ear. "Don't worry, he knows how to make it fit and once you take it, you're gonna love it."

You finally broke eye-contact with his hardening dick, looking at her smiling face and nodding. "I believe you, I'm just surprised…"

She stroked your hair. "Just relax, babe. We're gonna take really good care of you and make you feel really amazing, okay?"

You drew in a deep breath. "Okay."

"Are you alright if I come over?" He asked.

You looked at him and smiled. "Yes, of course."

He crawled across the bed, his eyes studying your facial expression. "We can start off… let me warm you up a little bit."

Your smile widened and you felt yourself relax some. "Okay."

"I want you to get comfortable on those pillows." He said. "You can lay down, you can rearrange them, you can take your dress off if you like. However you're most comfortable, baby."

You grabbed the fabric around your waist and lifted the dress up, removing it. You parted your legs as you watched him coming closer.

She tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed you on the cheek. "We're gonna make you feel amazing."

You leaned back against the pillows, taking another deep breath. He came in between your legs, leaning down. You snagged your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him remove your underwear.

He started to lay kisses down upon your cunt, with your belly filling with butterflies in response. His lips moved slowly as he thoroughly discovered this area.

Victoria leaned in, placing her hand to the back of your head. She guided you in for more kisses. You let her tongue tease your lips apart as the two of you settled into a decadent rhythm. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her naked body to yours as her tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

He put both of his hands against the insides of your thighs, gently pushing so as to part your legs even further. Then he moved lower and the tip of his tongue found your slicked entrance. Your whimper was muffled by her lips and you put your hand to his head, a silent encouragement.

His tongue dipped inside of you and your body swarmed with a lovely warmth. She pulled away but you kept your eyes shut. You lazily twisted some of the strands of his hair around your fingers as his tongue worked between your inner-walls.

There was a smile on your face as your eyes fluttered open, curious of what the other woman was doing. Looking to your side, you found that she had attached the dildo to her belt, affixing it at her crotch. She moved away from you, her eyes travelling down his naked body.

She moved down the mattress, taking the bottle of lube with her. She held her index and middle fingers out, then squeezed some of the product onto the extended digits.

Ethan whined into your pussy as she began to play with his hole. He rubbed his tongue harder against the inside of your cunt. She worked at coating his hole in the lubricant, easing her fingertips inside.

She squirted more of the lube out, this time applying it to her temporary phallus. His tongue was moving faster inside of you as his anticipation grew, flicking up-and-down.

She smacked his butt again and he pulled back, moaning. "Are you ready for my cock, nasty boy?"

He nodded. "Mm-hmm, but I… it makes sense for- if we- if I'm inside of you first…" He gestured to you. "And then you can put it in me." He gestured to her. When he looked back at you, it was with wide eyes. "Do you think we can try? We don't have to if you don't feel…"

You leaned forward and took one of his hands in yours. "I want to."

"What a good girl." She practically purred.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." You said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I want you to fuck me, I'm sure."

"Just let me grab a condom." He said.

She came back over to sit next to you, rubbing your arm. You could feel the swarm of butterflies in your tummy, but you returned the smile that she showed you.

After applying the condom to his erection, he returned to place himself directly in front of you. You leaned in, kissing him and moving your hand up to his cheek. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he filled the space in between your legs. He leaned his body weight into you, easing you against the headboard of his bed.

Your body pulsed with anticipation as he repositioned his legs, pressing his hips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, holding him to you.

Your cunt was fluttering as the head of his dick began to stretch you open. He moved slowly, gradually filling more of you. Your arms tightened around him as you had a moment of reminding yourself that this was actually (and finally) happening. You broke the kiss, keeping your eyes shut to savour this closeness.

And he was still getting closer.

“Do you feel good, babe?” Victoria asked.

“Yes.” You breathed, turning to look at her.

She captured your lips in a kiss as he worked deeper inside of you.

He stopped with a heavy sigh, and you were full. Your body buzzed with all of the anticipation, thrilled to discover what would come next.

She parted from you, leaving you licking your lips. He was looking between the two of you, watching your intimate exchange with great interest.

She leaned over to him, closing the distance between them. They each began to smile when her nose bumped against his, and then they kissed.

“Are you ready, nasty boy?” She asked.

Words seemed to fail him in his excited state and he just nodded his head. She glanced in your direction (a lustful grin on her face) before moving away. The false phallus swung and bobbed in the air in front of her as she sought a new position. She placed herself behind him, her hands stroking across his bare skin. She sat behind him, her chest pressed to his back as her hands explored the sides of his torso.

She wrapped an arm around his middle while her other hand worked out of sight, directing the dildo to his awaiting hole. He let out a shaky exhale and his eyes became unfocused as the penetration started. You felt him twitching inside of you as she eased the dildo in deeper.

“You like that, honey?” She asked.

“God, yes.” He moaned.

His eyes shut as he tilted his head back, presenting his face to the ceiling. You watched as different muscles in his body tensed and quivered, the pleasure radiating out, poised to ruin him. His breathing deepened and she smiled as she checked his expression, delight sparkling in her eyes.

“Fuck.” He whispered, wiggling his hips a little.

Her arm around him started to relax. “Is that-?”

“It’s fuckin’ perfect.” He quickly affirmed.

“Good boy.” She said, loosely holding onto his hips. “Can I leave some marks on your shoulder here?”

“You’re so tacky.” He said.

“What, since when have hickeys been a crime?” She innocently asked.

“Yeah, I think they’re sexy.” You contributed.

She batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you really gonna say no to both of us?”

“Alright, go ahead.” He admitted defeat.

She maintained eye-contact with you, her light eyes glimmering as she began to place kisses on the skin of his shoulder. At the same time, she adjusted her hold on his hips to something more secure. She held him in place and thrusted forward.

One of his strong arms encircled your waist and he braced himself with a hand on the headboard behind you before he began to move as well. He stroked himself deeper into you and you felt excitement blooming in your chest.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss as another buck came from his hips. You kissed him deeply as he began to find a tempo, your pussy stretching around him again-and-again.

His moans vibrated into your mouth and it wasn’t long before his speed increased, becoming confident in his momentum. You arched your back, lengthening the collisions between your bodies as each pump from him awakened more sensitivities in you. Victoria’s huffs of effort accompanied the wet sounds of your mouths working together.

When you parted, he stared you down. He was looking at you differently to how he ever had before - seeing more, seeing deeper than all of those glances across a crowded room could allow. And, amongst all of your whimpers and whines, he didn’t see anything that turned him off, consistently taking you further with every masterful pump.

“You like that, do you feel good?” He asked.

You grinded your hips against his. “I fucking love it.”

Victoria nipped at his earlobe, her body still moving with his. “Now’s not the time to be shy, nasty boy. Tell her that you love it too. ‘Cause I know you do, you’re having the time of your life right now.” She grabbed at a section of his long hair, twisting some of it around her fist to give it a tug. “I bet you’re gonna come so hard for us, aren’t you?”

He turned to look at her. “Why don’t you find out, hm? Make me come.”

She licked her lips and snapped her hips into him faster, skin audibly slapping skin as she set into a more intense tempo. His lips parted, but he didn’t have anymore words to say, he just panted for air as he came into you quicker-and-quicker.

The pressure was building up inside of you, to a level that was almost too much to cope with. You put your mouth to his shoulder (the side untouched by Victoria) and began to kiss, leaving an invisible trail of your spit. Riding the incredible waves of pleasure, you started to suck on his skin. You moaned into his muscle as your body trembled.

With your walls spasming uncontrollably, you shattered at your peak. Your jaw dropped as your strength wholly fled you in one second.

“Yes, ah.” You whispered, starting to peel back from Ethan.

Before you could get too far, he was gripping your body to his, craving more friction between your bodies. He was greedily chasing his own release, unrelenting in his need. You felt like you could be split in half in the face of his impassioned jolting, and she kept surging him on.

“God…” He cried out as your swollen pussy clenched on him.

“C’mon honey.” She said over the sound of his laboured breathing.

His tempo began to suffer, desperately carrying on until he ultimately dissolved into the heights of pleasure.

She could read him, instantly quitting her effort. He leaned forward, resting his head against you, his arm loosening around you. As he shuddered slightly, she withdrew, resting back on her elbows and trying to regain her breath.

Gradually, he pulled away from you and you slumped against the headboard. His fingers caressing your cheek prompted you to open your eyes, finding him studying your expression.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Fucking fantastic, that’s how I’d word it.” You said, earning you a smile from him. “Is the wing-woman alright?”

“You two wore me out.” She said.

You leaned in closer to him, whispering into his ear. “You could use this moment to get revenge for those love bites…”

He nodded in understanding, while she remained oblivious. He crawled over to where she lay and began to remove the harness that held the dildo, which she didn’t resist.

He hovered over her, giving her a few kisses. “You can’t be too worn out yet, you haven’t even had your turn. I’m not gonna just leave you out, honey.”

“I’d be an idiot to turn down an offer like that.”

“You just lay there and relax and we’ll take care of you.” He said.

You edged forward, you didn’t know what he had planned - but you knew that you wanted in. “Yeah, we’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

Her eyes darted between the two of you and a smile on her face gave away some of her excitement. He guided her legs apart, rubbing the inside of her thighs with his thumbs. You moved in closer and began to stroke the smooth skin of her leg.

He leaned down, taking his face up to her cunt. She shivered as he exhaled upon the sensitive area. “Hm. You’re looking quite wet, maybe you’ve been ready for your turn for a while.”

He dragged his tongue between her labia and her eyes fluttered shut, with her face taking on a dreamy kind of expression. He then worked his way off to the side, bringing his lips to her thigh. He applied lingering kisses to one, before returning to her crotch. He moved slowly over to the other thigh, then back to the centre, setting into a decadent routine. She lazily stroked her fingers through his hair as he treated her.

“You have a really gorgeous body.” You said, your eyes sweeping up-and-down as you couldn’t help but admire all of her. “And your legs, especially, are very sexy.”

“You think so?” She asked.

“Definitely.” You instantly replied. “It’s probably a testament to the amount of time I’ve spent grinding on thighs that legs can turn me on so much.”

He lifted his head to look at you, showing you the glisten on his lips. “She tastes as good as she looks. Try.”

She nodded and he moved out of the way, offering you the space between her legs. You were fast to reposition yourself, eager to experience this part of her. She watched you and raised one of her hands, stroking your face.

You got down to her cunt, taking in her primal, intimate scent. You placed a kiss to her clitoral hood, letting the little bulb rest against your lips. Then you gave it another kiss. You completed the third kiss by pushing your tongue forward, rubbing it against her, which prompted her to whisper your name.

Beside your head, he began rubbing her thigh. “I don’t think that I’ve ever properly appreciated your legs.”

“Yeah, you’re usually pretty improper.” She teased.

“Now that she’s pointed it out, I’m just noticing how very kissable they are.”

“All of her is very kissable.” You said, briefly breaking contact with her cunt.

He joined you in lying between her legs. She didn’t question his motives, lying relaxed as he began to kiss her bare thighs. You were running your tongue in circles around her clit.

“Can I just say that I love my turn?” She said.

“Enjoy all of the attention, honey.” He said.

As he laid more-and-more kisses on her skin, you opened your mouth and inched your face lower. You placed the tip of your tongue at her entrance, then dragged it up between her folds. As you repeated the motion you were tasting more of her.

You returned your tongue to her entrance, using it to work her open. She cursed under her breath and you felt her body stiffen as you moved your tongue deeper. Your lips were pressed flush to her skin as you used long and slow strokes on her inner-walls. She could hardly contain her whimpers, arching her back.

“Are you…?” She began, sounding as if she were struggling to maintain her focus. “You’re giving me fuckin’ hickeys, aren’t you?”

He released her skin from his mouth. “I thought you said it wasn’t a crime.”

“I should’a known you wouldn’t let… that… go.” Her speech became slower as you returned to playing with her clit. “You’re so damn pett- ah…” You made her whole body jolt as you stuffed two fingers into her cunt. She sputtered wordlessly as you worked both your tongue and fingers on her, feeling her walls start to spasm.

She gave up on her sentence with a huff. When she spoke next, her tone had changed. “Actually, I don’t care. While she’s doing that, you can do whatever you want.”

Along with her laboured breathing, you could hear the sounds of him sucking at her skin as he worked to leave his mark.

Inside of her, you pumped your fingers, setting into a merciless rhythm. All the while, you kept toying with her clit. You felt her walls clench every time you sucked it. The faster you circled it, the louder she got.

The mixture of saliva and cum dripped from your lower lip. Her arousal was blocking out your other senses as you chased different reactions from her.

“Oh, babe.” She whimpered. Her composure was starting to abandon her and her hips stuttered upwards in a desperate, unpredictable fashion. You didn’t let this dislodge you, sticking with your consistently quick pacing. “Fuck.”

It only took a couple more strokes from your fingers to get her over that edge. Her pussy clamped down on you as she whined louder than ever. Her body jerked and twitched uncontrollably as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

You and Ethan sat back at the same time, giving her the space to go limp. She laid mostly still, an occasional flinch happening while she worked to regain her breath.

Without a word, he got up from the bed and walked out of the room, the two of you left to recover in silence. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and began to wonder how quickly he would want you out of his home now that the deed was done.

He returned to the bedroom carrying two bottles of water. One was handed to Victoria, the other to you.

He met your eye as he sat down, then he slightly bowed his head. “M’lady…”

You grinned. “M’Ethan. It’s kinda weird, you bringing a drink to me.”

“And I did it without any training, can you believe it?” He joked, making you laugh, which helped this encounter feel less foreign.

“Where’s your bathroom?” You asked and he pointed it out for you.

When you returned, she was sitting up with him. Their conversation halted as soon as you stepped through the door, with both of them staring at you. You saw that they each wore a smile, but you hesitated, unsure of what you had just interrupted.

“What, what did I miss?” You asked.

“Nothing, just come sit down.” He beckoned, there was a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I dunno about that, I feel like you two partners in crime are up to something.” You said with exaggerated suspicion.

“Definitely not. Just come chill with us.” She said.

You made a show of how slowly you approached the bed, then you perched yourself at the very edge. “So what were you talking about?”

The two friends shared a knowing smile before she spoke. “We were talking about how there’s no way you’re leaving here without a hickey.”

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[sanchoi21]

Intoxicated

TOJI FUSHIGURO X READER

WARNING: Mentions of drugs, alcohol and sex. But mostly fluff but very suggestive. If you are not comfortable please don't read. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

You and Toji have been a couple for a year now. You met him in bar where you worked as waitress. He was a regular for drinks and indeed a heavy drinker. But he never seemed interested in women despite receiving quite the advances from the ladies. He was indeed an attractive man, so getting attracted to his pretty features and hot physique was not a hard thing for you. But being a bar tender you saw more sides of him than anyone else. He used to order his regular whiskey and sat there drinking for hours. When he gets a little tipsy he used to chat with you and tell you a few innocent details of his gruesome jobs. You always found yourself intrigued in his deep voice, jade eyes and the way the scar on his lips moved when he spoke. His stories were indeed interesting as you had no such fun in your life. Due to financial instability you were forced to work at a bar as it gave you a good pay and you were trying your best to find good reputable job soon after completing graduation. But since you met Toji your life at bar was much more livelier.

That day too Toji sat randomly at the bar stool staring daggers into you. So you asked him what's wrong to which he sheepishly smiled and said 'you are beautiful.' This got you genuinely flustered. As days went by you found that you were getting a little to much attention from this hot man. Soon enough he proposed you saying that, "I haven't met anyone after my ex wife who could truly understand me and accept me as I am. My world went dark when my ex wife passed away and I saw no light, no hope, no future ahead of me, just me and my monotonous life. Thus I found no females attractive anymore. But when I met you, someone who struggles everyday to make ends meet and still tirelessly wears a warm smile on her face, I was intrigued and once I got to know you more I fell harder. So, Y/n will you be my girlfriend?" Hearing his confession you had tears in your eyes as he was also the only man who noticed the smallest details of you such as your discomfort in wearing a too reveling outfit to which he used to lend his jacket dismissing it by saying it's cold inside or when he protected you from a bunch of guys who were trying to make you uncomfortable with their gazes and comments and so on. So you indeed accepted his confession and got into a relationship with him. He told you all about Megumi and how he doesn't like him. But when you first met Megumi he was indeed indifferent at start but soon warmed up to you and eventually to Toji too when you cleared their decades long misunderstandings. Later after a year Toji asked you for marriage which you gladly agreed to.

Today Toji came rather early to the bar wearing a black turtleneck and a blazer pairing it which excellently complimented his amazing physique.

Toji: Y/n you are not going to work here anymore starting today. I found you a new job at a caffe where you wouldn't need to deal with creeps.

Y/n: Wow that's really great!! Thankyou so much Toji!!

Toji: Let's leave now!

Y/n: What now?? But I still have to fill in for today!

Toji: No need, I talked to owner about it. So let's go please!

Y/n pov: I can't exactly say no when he whines like a baby, can I now?

Y/n: Ok, let's go. Let me just grab my stuff first.

"OK" Toji said beaming a radiant smile as if a child just got permission to go out. You found it very cute. You quickly got your stuff and stepped out of bar with Toji as he moved towards his riderbike. It was a dark navy blue colored bike, a beautiful one at that. You liked the choice of color as it suits it's owner. He signaled you to climb up behind him, so you did and once he started the engine, you quickly wrapped your arms around his waist. You could easily feel his well toned abs beneath your delicate hands. You never knew he felt this good. You just imagined it up until now how his abs would feel beneath your touch. Toji blushed at your action unbeknownst to you. He was glad that he wasn't facing you as it was embarrassing how your slightest touch made him dizzy.

As night's cold air hit your faces you both made your way through the breathtaking city landscapes which were now shimmering in yellow and neon lights. The moon shone brightly above you in it's bluish hew. You felt feverish under all this overwhelming feelings of having the man of your dreams right in your arms and the breathtaking cityscapes passing by.

Toji soon parked in front of a fancy restaurant and helped you getting down. You both entered inside with linking your arms together. There was Megumi sitting at a table. You both moved towards him and greeted him. You were surprised by both these men's planning and you wondered what day was today. Then Megumi spoke first, smiling warmly at you.

Megumi: Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad.

Then it struck you, oh how could you forget? It was your one year anniversary as a married couple.

Y/n: Toji... I am really sorry I forgot and didn't got you anything.

Toji: It's ok Y/n I know you had been busy with you finals and working shifts together. I understand and it's ok. So I and Megumi together planned this out so that you can rest and relax now that finally your exams are over.

You were really touched by both of their genuine efforts and the way they cared for you like a family, which you never had. So you simply thanked them and gracefully accepted the special treatment given to you.

You all had a delicious dinner over a lots of chat about your lifes and once again you felt accepted and welcomed in many ways in their small family.

After dinner Megumi said he had some work and left early, you wondered why. Toji took your hand and guided you to the lounge above the restaurant. It was a very beautifully decorated room with a terrace attached to it. You both got to the terrace admiring the night city below you.

Y/n: Toji... What is all this??

Toji: Nothing much! Just a place for us to be intimate and relish ourselves.

Y/n: W-what??? ( You were flushed red.)

Toji: As if you weren't just feeling my abs and staring holes right into me! (He said smirking cockily)

Even when one year passed for your marriage anniversary you still have not fucked Toji yet. Why?? Because he thought you were still quite young and needed time. But he didn't know that you were more than ready to fuck him. When he realized your longing glances, the bite of your lips every time he was close enough for you to smell his cologne or when you mindlessly stared a little too long at the scar on his lips. He knew it all too well, so he planned everything perfectly just to ruin you even more and make your God knows what kind of wild fantasies you have of him, for him to make them real tonight. He was a little nervous too of disappointing you but he was going to make sure that you feel safe and enjoy it too.

You both stared at each other with such longing and hunger you didn't know existed. You didn't realize when your both' s clothes were long gone on the floor where they belonged. Now with you both being only in your undergarments and kissing each other passionately as if there is no tomorrow. You both were intoxicated by each others presence, with your bodies on fire and scents mingling into each other. It's really surprising how you felt intoxicated with just how his lips felt on yours. With his scar brushing against the corner of your lips every time you kissed him. You just couldn't get enough of him. And he was the same as he constantly pulled you close to kiss you and to just let go for a few seconds to catch breaths. It really surprised you both knowing how it was so intoxicating being under each others gaze and touches even though there was no alcohol or drugs in your systems. You passionately spent the rest of the night together nastily marking up each other and succumbing to your forbidden desires.

Next morning you woke up with a sore body and sunlight hitting your face. You saw Toji staring at you with his half lidded eyes.

Toji pov: She looks so pretty and cute while sleeping even though she was quite a succubus last night. And how naively I thought I wouldn't fall any harder.

Toji: Mhh... Good Morning Y/n! Does it hurt anywhere?? Are you fine??

Y/n pov: Oh gosh!!! His rough morning voice is so attractive. I could get addicted to this. I hugged him tight nuzzling deeper in his chest which was covered by the hickeys I gave him last night.

Y/n: I am fine love. Don't worry.

He just sighed and hugged you back. With the memories of last night still fresh in your minds, you thought how you both will further continue on living together spending many more of such intimate nights and being intoxicated by each other like drugs and alcohol with every passing day.

[anarchistbakery-vtubers]

A dozen Cupcakes

A comparison of all my model variations over these short/long couplea years I been a vtuber. Aaaand unlike on tweeter, I can actually explain it here~

So the first is a sorta "Proto Cupcake" a drawin I made for a web novel Bonbon was writin about a trans girl in a punk band. She was canonically a former vtuber who went by "Cupcake Rebel" so like I guess in an alternate universe she is me XD

Then theres my "Cupcakless Rebel" Model that I made some test videos with before movin on to the next one with the first version of my cupcake logo.

I actually had drawn the Cupcake logo first, before the name "Cupcake Rebel" even. This first model with the logo is the one I made my first youtube videos with. My first video bein "Anarchy in the First World, Cupcake Rebel reads r/firstworldanarchist"

I had accidentally made the hair brown in this one lol

Yea, I started out as a reddit readin vtuber. I made some tweeks and adjustments to the colors and gave myself a much better cupcake logo with the next model. Also this ones outta order on the big pic, oopsie.

New eyes, sharper colors and adjustments to the cupcake later.

This one was unused for some reason. I had given myself fishnets, and a feathered earin, And is also outta order on the timeline for somreason. I gotta be more attentive when makin stuff like this...

Finally the design most people know me for, sorta. I really learned how to use vroid, boutgh a couple booth assets, and started makin major changes to my model. The ribbons, piercins, and choker were booth assets. I did modify the chocker so it would be a heart insteada the normal buckle it had.

The nude model was used in some NSFW comics Bonbon posted over on her twitter. I like em cause you can see my painted toenails, freckles on my chest and shoulders, and the fact that I got nipple and dick piercins.

(Not attachin the image again cause I don't wanna get flagged for nsfw stuff idk)

The real model I am most known for is next. Vroid was no longer in beta, and I had also gotten a whole lot better with it. The ribbons were no longer a part of the dress texture, my hair was improved a whole lot. Also my skin looks so much better at this point.

Oh and if I push the "7" on my numpad it swaps out this avatar with Bonbon's avatar, that way we can stream together~

The next one was gonna be the basis for my new avatar that I was gonna redebut with. I got the new pants with an illustration of my personal favorite vtuber, Electravirus Ella. The flat texture ribbons were replaced with 3d models made by said Ella, and I was wearin all new boots I made myself. This version was in a comic featurin me and Vox.

Then is my Anarchist Bakery Caffe maid uniform. This is my official uniform for when I'm on duty at the Caffe~

new cropped hoodie made by yours truly, complete with oversized zippers. A cute lil half skirt, also made by me. A lil ribbon made by my Ella. A heart padlock choker given to me by Bonbon and made by her. Handcuff Earins, handcuff brow piercins, a tranarchy pride earin, and a new lip ring. Also cute lil ribbons on my boots~ I really love this outfit I made, and I really can't wait for my redebut in January~

If it's not obvious, makin models is my special interest, and if you read this far thank you for listenin to my ramble on about somethin I'm passionate about <3

[doom-nerdo-666]

One reason i kinda like most skins and podiums in DE is because Doom never had a proper Earth, so these new assets almost "expand" the setting or have potential to do so.

If id ever wanted to do more with Hell on Earth, they could use these podiums and such as reference, to make new places or something, whether it's different types of stores/services, locations with purposes or even countries like Japan or concepts like beaches or graveyards.

That is if they could break apart certain bits of a podium and make new models/props out of it and come up with some actual new assets to visit different places, because trying to reuse things can be hard.

I guess enemies wearing these skins could be secret/easter egg enemies but not sure about the Slayer's skins, though some zombies wearing funny outfits could work.

Using podiums to create assets for single player levels probably also means reworking some assets and changing textures that refer to the demons or something, so MC Pain's assets could refer to a made up rapper in the universe and even stuff like the Mullet Slayer podium could refer to some guy's house.

Like how the Hipster Archvile podium is of a caffe place called Hell's Cup, when on Earth, it would be called something else (Unless you justify this by saying Hell corrupted Earth or that most people became devoted to Hell like the UAC... or just some tongue-in-cheek joke from the story and an unfortunate coincidence before the invasion).

(I think QC had lore about Doomguy's Cacodemon mask being made after the invasion was stopped and people bought it still)

Meanwhile the Plasma Revenant is like an actual potential enemy with a new role that fits the main setting.

And Le Manc could inspire like an underwater segment where Doomguy swims to find a pirate ship.

I think even the unused Bob Ross skin could lead to like an art class room on Earth.

Wonder if the reason this set didn't show up was because of how some companies used Bob Ross' image lately, even though this set wouldn't be disrespectful as that Montain Dew ad or the NFT/Funko Pop mess.

I thought at least the afro could've been used in some 70's Disco set and the Bob Ross skin could just use a beret to make him a more generic artist.

[now-we-say-c0ral]

May 6, 2023

Woke up today around 9am in the morning for our 10am meet-up in Norbiton station. Ed will be away for the day because he's going to be seeing his friend in Sunderland. I texted Porcia around 9.30am and asked if she was on her way to the flat because I asked her if she could lend me one of her luggage because the rest of my clothes that I have here won't fit in the luggage that I have. It seems that I have underestimated the amount of clothing I have left here.

We met up and went to Costa to get Dani a cortado which she requested and we went to Sainsbury afterwards because I wanted the canned Starbucks double shot espresso. We went inside the station and saw Carla and to my surprise our outfits were kind of similar. Dani came and we headed out to the station and waited for the train. So we took the National Rail to Vauxhall then the Victoria line to Mansion House station. It was a bit early when we got to Madisons, the restaurant where we planned to have lunch, so we took a walk and went to a nearby caffe and had some drinks to pass the time.

We got inside Madisons around 11am and a lot of people were queueing despite the weather being horrible. I told my friends that the weather is a result of Princess Diana's rage over the new King's coronation. We had some cocktails, lunch, and desserts and we honestly had a good time. I'm so glad that my friends still celebrated me for the second time this week now because I've resigned from my post already.

We went home around 3pm because we still had another party to go to. Kuya Luigi had organized the whole event and all the DSU staff were invited to come to Airen and my leaving do. We got to the function hall of St. Pious Church near The Triangle and there were a lot of good Filipino cuisines that were being served. I liked the pork and chicken bbq, the dinuguan, and the lumpia the most! I had a lot of portions! We did some Tiktoks, a lot of karaoke even though we couldn't reach a lot of the songs, I had my face drawn on by Louise which is Kuya Luigi's very cute daughter, and had a lot to drink. The boys even carried me when I asked for a group picture with them and it was a lot of fun.

Went home 10 minutes to 12am. Throat's sore from the singing, cheeks worn from all the smiling, feet are wasted from all the walking, but this day was so worth it.

I'll miss the bunch a lot now that I'm officially away. They'll always hold a special place in my heart. They've made working a very enriching and a tolerable experience for me and I'll always be looking for people like them in my new hospital. It's been a fun 11 months of handing scalpels and running to and from the sterile rooms. I'll carry all these good times (and maybe the not so good ones) with me. I have nothing but gratitude for Kingston DSU.

[ganpatgrand123]

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[william-t-sickofyourshit]

William chuckled a little when Sebastian said that he could polish his sewing skills and try make such clothing for his boyfriend. He glanced at his beloved with a knowing smirk. “Oh yeah? I bet you would love to make fancy outfit for me so that we can play ‘prince and delinquent lord’ more often, huh?” he snickered, nudging Sebastian playfully. But in all seriousness, after seeing some of Cynthia’s designs, back when they visited Sebastian’s parents, William would be curious to see what Sebastian himself could sew. So that was actually a good idea, and William would for sure support his boyfriend if he wanted to get back into his hobby.

After looking at all the outfits and costumes thoroughly, and taking pictures, they eventually reached the end of the exhibition. By now, they were actually already walking around Salisbury for a few hours – touring the cathedral, park around it, and the museum sure took some time. So they were both feeling it in their legs by now, so they decided to go sit somewhere for a bit, and take a small break. Once they left the museum, they headed towards the city center, and sat down on one of the benches surrounding a small park with a fountain. It was a very picturesque spot, old beautiful houses all around. As they sat down to take a break, William looked at his phone to check what else they could see here in Salisbury.

“Oh… how about we go check out Fisherton Mill?” William suggested then, showing Sebastian his phone. “There is a gallery there displaying artworks of young, independent artists, but there is also a caffe and a food court. We could have a snack and drink, take a small break… then we can check out the gallery too.”

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[excerptofrie]

Traveling from HOU to SA and back to HOU all in one weekend can be grueling. Your back gets stiff and the Sleepies usually have an offset delay.

I took some epic dad pics with my beer and sunglasses. I was hanging out on the balcony taking in all the simple pleasures of coming home after a long weekend of travel and busy schedules back in my hometown. Decompressing. Drinking my favorite beer and it actually going down well. Liking my outfit. My hair looking good. Nice weather. Content for the moment.

And I got my half caff coffee beans from Onyx in the mail so I I unboxed that and made a cute lil video doing it.

[loux-luna]

Luxe and Lunacy

Chapter 21 - Break The Ice

Finally out of Guarm space and general sight, she tries to connect. Mood Music ⏬ Britney Spears - Break The Ice Intro - In The End | Ch. 20 - Stay | Ch. 21 - Break The Ice | Ch. 22 - Queen Of Nothing

     I awoke alone in the bed again, but I could still smell him on the sheets so he couldn't have been gone long. The simple outfit he’d given me had been waiting on the bed, implying he’d been here before meeting me for the mission, and I’d slept in it so it’d taken on some wrinkles since. I slipped out of bed and made my way out of the room, hands idly trying to deal with those wrinkles while I went looking for him.      He was in the kitchen where I joined him with a confident stride, slipping past to hop onto the counter beside where he fiddled with the built-in Caffe machine. He looked me over once with a raised brow before focusing back to getting his cup filled, “Bold.”      I looked in said cup, the liquid was dark, “Me or the drink? Y’got sweetener in that right?”      “You’re on the counter.” he responded simply, “And Zathians can’t taste sweet things. I believe it’s a carnivore thing.”      I frowned, “Tragic.”

     He shrugged, “Make your own," he said, gesturing to the cupboard above it, “Stuffs all here or built into the machines,” he informed me before wandering back to the table where he’d left the tech he’d been working on.      I grumbled and eyed said machine, scanning the buttons before grabbing my own cup, actively trying to look as competent as I could. Then I joined him, sitting at the other side of the table where I could see him and resting my chin on crossed arms, “Can we talk now that we’re outa Urgu’s reach or you just quiet normally?”      He glanced up at me then back down to the tech, “I have nothing to say.”      I hummed, watching him, I wanted to push, “Where's yer tattoos?”      “My back.” He paused, “and calves.” He wasn't giving off anything that felt like irritation yet.      “Did you take your face one off?” I asked, that got a spike of something negative and there was danger in the eye-contact he made with me in response. I sat up quickly, raising both hands to signify innocence, “Hey, no judgments here. I just wanna know ‘bout my savior, y’know?”      He huffed and focused back on his work, “Alright, if you want to talk so bad; when were you planning to tell me you could pilot off auto?”      I shrugged, “You never asked,” I replied, mimicking his own half answers.      He gave me the side-eye momentarily before continuing, “What else can you do?”      I faltered, unsure what exactly he was looking for, “besides sex or?”      He waved it off, “No, something useful. First aid, languages… whatever pheromone shit you can pull that isn't sexual.”      I answered the ones he said specifically, “Yes. Guarmyn and Bli’esh. Can make folks gather, more agreeable, or panic. Can sense when they’re overwhelmed,'' before adding a few more, “I can also handle more hard drinks than all advanced humanoids I’ve encountered, am good at gambling, sense Umbrites, and pilot some pretty messy lanes… Could use some practice shooting though.”      He hummed thoughtfully as he drank, gaze distracted by the tech in front of him, “Yet you were owned by Urgu, who was clearly not too bright.”      I shrugged, “Dumb luck, last guy had a gambling problem.”      He let out an amused breath, “and the others?”      I hesitated, trying to compile enough information to answer, “Before that, the family didn't like me; somethin ‘bout bloodlines. And before that, he tried to use me fer political sway but I was better at it than him. Then was the school.”      He looked at me, “The school?”      I shrugged again, “One of the ships where the Guarm train servants.”      He squinted, then his focus moved away again, “And how did you end up there?”      I huffed, not wanting to answer that one, “When do I get to ask questions?”      “You don’t want to answer that one do you,” he stated, trying to make a point that I refused to look at.      “I was sold,” I answered defiantly, but my voice cracked. “Parents didn’t want me ‘cause I didn't look like ‘em.” I could feel his mental disarmament when I shoved through what I interpreted as some sort of bluff; hoping that I could earn an answer by pushing through the topic. Unfortunately, I’d salted my own wounds in an effort to get the upper hand and my nervous system began reacting hard. My body began to vibrate, even without having drank any of the Caffe I was now white-knuckling. I attempted deeper breaths to calm myself but those only made me more aware of the heart now trying to pound out of my chest.      He looked across to where I was now hyperventilating with tears streaming down my face and rolled his eyes before getting up to disappear into the bedroom. He returned soon after with his jacket which he draped over my shoulders, “We understand why the topic is best left unaddressed now?” he asked above me.      I pulled his clothing tight around my shoulders and tried to make myself small in them, nodding.      I heard him slouch into a sigh before he rested his hand on my shoulder, then reached it in front of me to coach my hands away from the cup. “Squeeze my hand,” he insisted, “put your emotion into your grip and focus on your senses.”      I did as I was told, slipping my fingers between his and gripping the man’s hand with both of mine, his skin was warm and his scent lingered. I could hear the machines in the walls and smell the Caffe, his shirt was a black pinstripe - and a smile pulled at my lips.      “What?” He looked down to see what I was seeing.      “Same shirt pattern ye gave me before.”      “It’s a pretty solid style,” he responded, “You did pick from my clothes, remember?”      I nodded, smiling up at him, “It looks better on you,” I teased, trying to pull myself into a lighter mood.      His flash of a genuinely amused smile helped but he looked away to his project soon after, “We’re going to have to head planet-side for a part,” he said, changing the topic, “It’s just a couple skips off. I already have a place there but we should load the cargo into the unit and ditch the transport before anyone realizes it’s hot.”      I nodded, releasing his hand to return to my cup, “It’ll help the jitters too.”      He shrugged, leaving his own cup to get to the job at hand, “Don’t be too long, I’d like to get going sooner than later.” and left me to finish my drink. I didn't waste too much time but I did let myself enjoy the Caffe before joining him.

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you cannot look me in the eyes and say that Vulkan wouldn't have the time of his life if he ever visited one of those neko caffe, you know the ones where you can play with cute little kittens while having a drink;

You

You absolute genious

The primarch, put they are at a cat cafe

Magnus: oh he's IN!!! Fully talking to the cat, has at least 3 on him at all time, and is the only one able to perfectly eat in peace.

Rogal: not very much a cat person. But is appealed by the state of their cat trees. Start building a better one, and keep lecturing the cat's about interrupting his work about Osha violation.

Horus: not a cat person. Joke and call them fleabags. Get violently bitten by a whe kitten. There's blood.

Leman: at a lost. Keep waving bones, stick and balls at them. Does appreciate what fierce lil warrior they are, but they don't wanna play with him :(

Jaghatai: may have brought catnip. He's now covered in cat. This was a tactical mistake. Look like he's regretting it.

Alpharius Omegon: they have smugled in silly outfit and are now making beautiful, BEAUTIFUL stupid lil video of cat in astartes or mechanicus costume

Konrad: He's fucking GONE. He has joined his people. He's a lil bastard, a hissing creature, and the cats have accepted him as one of their own.

Lion: They stay clear of him. He stay clear of them. They have an understanding.

Ferrus: a fat orange tabby is now living in his laps. They make the same deadpan expression. It's very funny. Complain about the menu options.

Sanguinius: oh he's NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME. all the cats keep batting at his wings and try to gnaw on them and he's being very twitchy, about to loose it.

Fulgrim: insanely jealous of all the cats batting at sanguinius. Try to get them to come play with him with an series of string toy.

Corvus: she's trying to get Konrad to stop hanging out from under the table with the other void cats. Fail. She just wanna pet a void baby :(....

Perturabo: he kept saying that he does not like cat. Actually sat down, and got to touch this affectionate toxedo cat's toe beans. Might be crying. Is 100% planning to smuggle it out.

Angron: has become one with the floor. Spread fully, arm stretched on it. The cats walk all over him and he might have ascended to a higher state of being.

Mortarion: oh he's not having the best of time. The cat keep batting at his respirator and the hairs and dandruff make it hard to breath.... But actually like the lil bastards and want to STAY.

Roboute: he find an old bastard cat, maybe missing an eye, and they just gently cuddle together in a corner. He's also the only one to actually go to the counter and fill the proper paperwork to adopt him.

Lorgar: he ordered food, and keep getting it stolen by cats (and Konrad). Can't even be mad.

And Vulkan: he's in heaven. Paradise. Life is wonderful and perfect. He's WARM and all the lil baby come snuggle on him to sleep. Mama cat's hand him kittens to babysit. He's thinking of installing cat cafe on all his ships.