#Sample the Menu

[zepskies]

Sample the Menu

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader

AN: Happy New Year, everyone! 🌟 This was requested by a lovely anon. It’s sort of a sequel to the imagine below. ⤵️

See this imagine for context: Repaying him for a job well done.

Word Count: 550 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only — spiciness and innuendo.

Imagine: Interrupting Ben while he’s cooking.

The cringeworthy sound of metal clanging on metal woke you up early on a Saturday morning. Though your irritation was soon waylaid by the glorious smell wafting up from the kitchen.

Bacon. It had to be. Mixed with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

You slid out of bed, pulled on one of the shirts discarded on the bedroom floor (likely Ben’s, for how big it was), and freshened up before heading downstairs.

You were greeted to a mouthwatering sight.

An over six-foot tower of a man was taking up your kitchen, all broad shoulders and lean muscle and bed-tousled hair.  

In short, Ben was cooking.

But because he didn’t have to worry about the potential sting of sparked bacon grease, he only wore a pair of sweatpants while scrambling the eggs. Slowly you crept closer, not wanting to disturb his concentration just yet.

He actually seemed to be doing well. Or at least, nothing seemed to be on fire. (A vast improvement from previous attempts.)

Besides the pans of eggs and bacon, there were four slices of bread locked and loaded in the double-decker toaster, a side of butter, and two plates on the counter. The coffee was already done percolating.

Once again, your boyfriend managed to delight and surprise. He’d never cooked for you before. And you could dare to say, not for anyone before. You'd just recently managed to get him to do the dishes without being asked, to say nothing of breaking out the cookware...

There was an enormous mess of bowls, plates, and even a whisk in the sink, but you could deal with that if this was your reward.

A bubbly feeling rose up into your chest, making you smile. You went to him on light feet, sneaking up behind him.

Looping your arms through his and embracing him from behind, you leaned up on your toes and nipped at his bare shoulder. To him, it felt like a mere graze of your teeth.

“Mmm, I love a man at work,” you said.  

“Was wondering how long you were gonna fucking stand there,” Ben said, finally glancing at you over his shoulder. His lips twitched upward at the sight of your grin.

You hugged him tight from behind and pressed a lingering kiss into his neck.

“Breakfast looks good, babe. Thank you,” you said, though your hands drifted down his chest, down his sternum, down to thumb at the stretchy waistband of his pants. “It all looks good.”

A smirk pulled at his lips, though you couldn’t see it.

“Oh yeah?” he said. “Want to sample the menu?”

He felt your smile grow against his skin. “Yeah, I think I do.”

Just as you might’ve started inching that waistband down his hips, and lowering yourself along with it, Ben set down the metal salad spoon he’d been using to mix the eggs and turned in your arms.

He grabbed you by the hips and hauled you up on the counter beside him, hard enough to make the plates clatter. You gasped at the suddenness of it and clung to his arms.

“Ben—”

“Be a good girl and sit pretty for me,” he said. His eyes glinted with a familiar edge of cockiness before they roamed over your bare thighs. His grip brought you right to the edge of the counter, where he spread your legs apart. You allowed it, a tremor of arousal coiling in your belly.

His hand ventured up the inside of your thigh, and his smirk deepened.

It seemed you’d forgone panties entirely this morning. He liked that, along with the blushing smile you now wore, just for him.

“On second thought,” he said, as his fingers brushed the bare seam between your legs. “I think I want a taste.”  

AN: Hopefully the real food doesn't get cold. 😅

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[clawdmg]

 ✿ . APPLICATION / WRITING SAMPLE

I.

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐀  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  a  little  scruffy  creature  ——  with  equally  scruffy  powder-pink  hair  ——  who'd  periodically  pop  her  head  out  from  the  safety  of  her  father's  tall  legs.  bright,  inquisitive  eyes  the  shape  of  almonds  and  the  hue  of  seaglass  gleamed  in  awe  of  the  vast  world  surrounding  her.  most  striking  of  all  were  the  twitching,  real  calico  ears  crowned  atop  her  head.

this  was  diona  kätzlein.  she's  very  important. 

when  she  was  younger,  she  seldom  visited  the  moon  city,  apart  from  when  her  father  caught  big  game  that  day  and  took  her  to  the  market  to  celebrate.  such  fond  memories  warmed  her  stomach.  the  mora  in  his  calloused  fingers  would  sparkle  like  gemstones  as  he  placed  them  one  by  one  in  his  daughter's  tiny  hands.  he  would  then  gently  encourage  her  as  she  reluctantly  approached  good  hunter  and  placed  an  order  like  an  adult.  they'd  spend  the  afternoon  feasting  on  chicken  skewers,  grilled  fish,  and  fruit  juice  together  until  their  bellies  swelled  full  enough  to  burst. 

but  then  calico  ears  would  twitch,  alerting  the  girl  of  hushed  whispers  drifting  over  the  market  square.  she'd  glance  to  find  eyes  pinned  'pon  her,  mouths  open  wide  in  wonderment.  she'd  try  to  blend  into  the  chair,  sinking  lower  and  flattening  her  ears  against  her  skull  as  her  cheeks  dyed  red.  as  always,  her  hero  of  a  father  would  come  to  her  aid,  ruffling  her  hair  till  she  scoffed  indignantly. 

❝ let  them  stare, ❞ he'd  say  between  another  bite  of  fish. ❝ you  and  me?  we're  hunters,  kings,  conquerors  of  the  wild.  people  like  us  aren't  meant  to  shy  away  in  a  corner.  didn't  you  say  you  wanted  to  be  a  hunter,  just  like  your  daddy? ❞

❝ of  course  i  do! ❞ with  a  shout,  fists  pound  the  table,  eyes  gleaming  with  determination. ❝ i  want  to  ——   no,  i  will  ——   put  together  an  unrivaled  hunting  team.  we'll  travel  across  the  region  and  won't  come  back  until  we've  caught  the  largest  bounty  you've  ever  seen.  just  you  wait,  dad,  it'll  be  for  the  history  books! ❞ realizing  the  scene  she  was  creating,  the  righteous  fire  in  her  voice  fades  to  a  softer  tone,  ❝ . . . because  then  you'll  be  swimming  in  mora.  you  won't  have  to  worry  about  working  ever  again. ❞

❝ atta  girl, ❞ her  father  chuckles,  reaching  over  to  pet  her  head  once  again,  but  she  swats  his  hand  away  with  an  amused  but  annoyed  huff.  he  laughs  again, ❝ well,  aren't  we  just  spirited  today?  i'm  looking  forward  to  it,  but  you  should  know  it'll  be  a  long  time  before  you're  ready  to  take  on  the  family  legacy. ❞  

❝ what!?  but  i'm  already  plenty  prepared! ❞ to  prove  it,  the  calico  extends  her  arm  over  the  table. ❝ c'mon,  wrestle  me. ❞

❝ ohoho?  think  you're  strong  enough  to  take  on  your  old  man? ❞  

❝ i  know  i  am! ❞

II. 

diona  giggles  absentmindedly  as  she  ties  back  her  hair,  recalling  how  draff  used  to  always  let  her  win  their  wrestling  matches.  she  threw  a  tantrum  when  she  first  discovered  it,  but  now  she  thinks  it's  astonishing  how  long  the  jig  lasted  ——  what  a  lousy  actor  he  was! 

hands  rest  on  her  head.  she  doesn't  remember  when  he  last  ruffled  her  hair. 

III. 

for  a  young  mondstater,  especially  for  one  less  acquainted  with  the  outside  world  like  diona,  learning  how  the  other  archons  reign  over  their  people  can  be  quite  the  culture  shock.

indeed,  it  made  some  sense  for  morax  ——   ah,  it's  awkward  to  say  this  about  a  god,  but  bless  his  soul,  she  hopes  he's  resting  in  peace  ——  to  have  descended  from  the  heavenly  skies  once  a  year  to  lead  his  people.  but  then  her  thoughts  drift  to  kirara,  the  two-tailed  inazuman  courier,  who  she  was  told  has  delivered  parcels  to  the  almighty  shogun  herself.  she  often  rolls  the  idea  around  in  her  head  like  a  pearl,  imagining  what  it  must  be  like  to  witness  a  deity  in  person  and  speak  with  them  as  you  would  any  other  person. 

quite  frankly,  it  feels  strange,  and  she  doesn't  like  it. 

while  neither  the  most  devout  nor  the  least  pious,  diona's  connection  to  the  god  of  freedom  was  precious  all  the  same.  when  she  snuggles  into  her  favorite  spot  'pon  the  giant  oak  in  windrise,  bathing  in  warm  sunlight,  she  understands  barbatos'  love  does  not  manifest  in  grand  spectacles  nor  glorious  feats,  but  rather  the  gentle  breeze  caressing  her  cheeks.  like  a  cherished  tune  murmured  beneath  one's  breath,  it  is  a  love  faint,  comforting  and,  most  importantly,  hers. 

IV. 

❝ i'm. . .  archons,  it  sounds  so  stupid  now  that  i'm  saying  it  aloud.  i'm  mad  at  someone.  like,  really,  really  mad. ❞

❝ language,  my  dear. ❞ a  gentle  breeze  swept  through  the  little  garden,  rippling  through  white  tablecloth  where  sister  grace  and  her  old  friend's  daughter  were  seated,  stirring  the  shimmering  amber  liquid  in  their  cups.  the  calico's  plush  ears  twitched  in  displeasure,  but  she  did  not  pounce  right  away,  instead  narrowing  her  eyes  as  the  nun  lifted  the  teacup  to  her  lips.

❝ even  worse,  i've  been  mad  at  d——  uh,  my  friend  for  what  feels  like  forever  now.  i  can  feel  it  driving  me  crazy.  he's  driving  me  crazy. ❞ diona  frantically  gestured  to  her  tail,  the  fur  standing  on  end.  ❝ just  talking  about  it  now  has  me  riled  up!  give  it  to  me  straight,  grace,  will  i  be  punished  for  this? ❞

rather  than  reply,  sister  grace  tilted  her  head  curiously,  taking  in  the  child's  expression.  pink,  fluffy  eyebrows  furrowed  the  longer  she  studied  the  young  girl;  diona  was  never  the  patient  type.  ❝ well? ❞

❝ why,  my  dear, ❞ sister  grace  finally  said,  setting  down  her  cup  and  folding  her  hands  in  her  lap,  ❝ would  lord  barbatos  punish  you  for  this? ❞

 a  groan  of  frustration.  ❝ it  feels  ——  i  don't  know  ——  wrong?  it's  a  heavy  feeling  in  my  stomach,  like  swallowing  a  pile  of  rocks.  my  kätzlein  intuition  is  screaming  something  bad  is  about  to  happen! ❞

despite  the  calico's  obvious  distress,  sister  grace  simply  traced  the  rim  of  her  teacup  with  a  neatly  manicured  nail,  humming,  ❝ i  don't  think  you'll  be  punished,  diona. ❞

❝ and  how  do  you  know  that? ❞ she  scoffed.

sister  grace  smiled,  pointed  to  her  veil,  then  the  remainder  of  the  habit,  and  finally  to  the  anemo  archon  statue  in  the  distance.  ❝ because  i  know  enough  about  lord  barbatos  to  know  he  would  never  punish  his  children. ❞ she  paused  before  adding,  ❝ i  was  concerned  at  first  when  you  came  to  me  seeking  repentance,  but  dear,  i  am  relieved  to  inform  you  that  you  have  not  confessed  to  any  sin.  feeling  slighted  is  a  fact  of  a  life,  i'm  afraid. ❞

❝ but  i  ——  augh,  it's  not  about  being  angry, ❞ diona  huffed.  feline  eyes  wandered  to  the  skies,  searching  for  the  right  words  amongst  the  white  clouds  dotting  the  skies.  ❝ you  don't  have  to  tell  me  that  it's  okay  to  feel  angry.  i  know  damn  well  —— ❞

❝ language. ❞

❝ darn  well, ❞ she  grumbled  under  her  breath.  ❝ that  it's  fine.  in  fact,  i  could  give  you  a  long,  long  list  of  unruly  drunks  who'd  i'd  give  anything  to  turn  into  my  personal  scratching  posts.  i  don't  feel  a  lick  of  guilt  for  hating  any  of  them!  but  when  it  comes  to  my  friend. . . ❞

❝ you  don't  want  to  hate  him, ❞ grace's  sister  nodded,  ❝ but  it's  nearly  impossible  because  you  think  he  deserves  it. ❞

❝ exactly! ❞ diona  exclaimed,  clapping  her  hands  together.  the  elation  is  fleeting,  however,  as  she  then  frowned,  muttering,  ❝ but  it's  not  his  fault  he  acts  like  that.  he  doesn't  deserve  to  be  hated.  it's  the  evil  alcohol  infecting  his  mind  and  feeding  him  those  horrible  thoughts.  i'm  the  one  who  isn't  working  hard  enough. ❞

❝ diona. ❞ calico  ears  perked  up  as  she  watched  the  nun  set  her  teacup  carefully  back  onto  the  saucer.  the  patient's  smile  vanished  into  lips  pulled  taut.   ❝ indulge  me  for  a  second,  will  you? ❞

diona's  brow  furrowed  once  more  but  slowly  nodded.

❝ lord  barbatos  blessed  me  with  the  chance  to  take  care  of  many  children.  wonderful  children.  i  know  sometimes  draff  isn't  always  —— ❞   sister  grace's  eyes  flickered  to  diona's  own,  gauging  her  reaction  before  continuing  on,  ❝ ——  present,  so  i  wouldn't  mind  taking  care  of  you  in  his  stead.  there'd  be  warm  meals  every  day  and  a  warm  bed  every  night,  and  i'd  promise  a  happy,  prosperous  life. ❞

her  lips  pulled  tighter  as  diona  fidgeted  uncomfortable  in  her  seat.  where  was  she  going  with  this?  ❝ but  i  know  you'd  never  want  to  part  from  your  father.  you  love  him  dearly,  don't  you? ❞

the  calico's  response  was  lightning-quick:    ❝ of  course  i  do!  more  than  anything  else  in  the  world! ❞

❝ i  thought  so, ❞ sister  grace  nodded.  it  was  as  if  a  magic  spell  cast  over  her  had  faded  in  an  instant.  diona  had  always  been  a  perceptive  girl,  but  now  she  could  see  the  dark  circles  beneath  steel  blue  eyes,  how  her  pale  skin  seemed  to  sag  even  further  after  hours  sitting  in  the  sun.  was  she  always  so  tired?  ❝ i  want  to  ask  one  more  thing:  does  he  make  you  happy? ❞

❝ pfft,  what  type  of  question  is  that?  of  course  he. . . ❞ diona  began,  but  the  words  died  in  her  mouth  as  she  saw  sister  grace's  face,  which  suddenly  bore  a  wry,  melancholy  smile.

 (  she  loves  him.  of  course  she  does  ——  it's  natural  to  love  your  father.  she  shouldn't  be  angry  whenever  happy  families  run  around  the  market  square,  flashing  mora  and  feasting  on  sunsettias.  it  shouldn't  devour  her  insides  when  she  discovers  draff  dead  against  the  side  of  angel  share  and  has  to  alert  a  guard  to  accompany  the  two  of  them  home.  the  enemy  is  the  wine,  not  draff.  she  needs  to  say  that.  )

she  finished  weakly,  ❝ . . . he  makes  me  happy.  every    single  day.  sure,  he  may  not  always  be  at  home,  but  only  because  we  both  work  in  the  morning.  he  still  puts  in  the  effort  to  make  time  for  me.  he's  my  best  friend  and  i'm  his.  we  love  eachother. ❞

 (  it's  not  a  lie.  its  not.  he  is  trying,  he  does  make  time  for  her,  he  tells  her  all  the  time  he  loves  her.  why  does  it  sound  so  unconvincing  even  to  her  own  ears?  )

❝ i  see. ❞ another  breeze  blew  through  the  gardens  as  the  enormous  church  bells  rang,  signaling  the  end  of  prayer  hour  and  afternoon  tea.  the  air  smelled  softly  of  honeysuckle  and  fresh  dew  as  the  two  ladies  cleaned  up,  dumping  the  remaining  cold  tea  into  a  nearby  sink  and  gathering  their  belonging.  bidding  the  sister  goodbye,  diona  was  the  first  out  the  gate,  racing  down  the  curving  dirt  path  toward  home,  hair  flying  behind  her.  all  the  way,  she  could  feel  the  rocks  in  her  gut  slowing  her  down.

[yuno-karei]

Will open commissions in a week or so so thats smth to look out for wink wink nudge nudge /gets exploded

[taintmansion]

I’m sorry but this weekend has been full of customers with no thoughts head empty I’m tired 😂

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Ive discovered, the frustration I feel watching S1 of Bridgerton is that I cant decide if I fancy Daphne or Simon more

Actually this isnt a problem at all

[kathybluecaller]

To the person who out bid me for a fully functional Orion TVDVD092 9" CRT TV/DVD Player

(respectfully)

[janeway-lover]

all I have to do is get through breakfast and then it’s smooth sailing for the rest of the day I can’t wait

[ask-lucius-spriggs]

Are you and Pete still open now that you're married?

Yeah, we are. We're obvs each other's number one and honestly neither of us are interested in another partner (because we're so in love), but it's still fun sometimes.

[theinfinitedivides]

this is why i can't eat at fancy ass restaurants how is that kind of portion considered food

[lewistheeditor]

I didn’t quite manage this either, but...

I’ve taken more baths this year than perhaps in my whole life. I get now why having your body surrounded by cozy warmth is good for your soul.

I have more clothes that I like this year than I ever have. I would never, ever judge someone on what they wear, but it’s not about other people. It’s that I get now why wearing clothes that you *like*, that *fit* is good for your soul. It’s that I actually care about the physical side of life a bit now.

I went to sleep early, without phone scrolling, without book reading, without brain circling, for more nights this year than I ever have. It was not many nights, and I think sleep will take many years to settle down. But there was something I was able to let go of that let me just be in bed. Some realization that just *being* in bed was the part that was good for the soul.

There’s still a part of me that cries out for the mental stimulation of all the languages and all the books and all the skills. But for right here and right now, the language of my body is a delightful one, and very rich and complex. Much to learn.

i was going to learn 12 languages, read 250 books and learn 75 new skills this year what happened

[miss-floral-thief]

“Ground pork “ noodle option is labeled as “Chendu”

[poppapeasy]

to me in; in this iteration of my psyche i consider a date something like when you first learned how to be bad without getting in trouble.

like shit on the fringes of “if someone sees us we’re cooked”.

it don’t gotta be touchy feely but for sure has to be a little…”let’s climb up there. if they kick us out they kick us out”

if it don’t feel like a heist, i will not remember the experience.

[d-9542]

found this in the postal 1997 source code. the method's called PlayWithMyOrgan(). now what could they have meant by this ?

[alastryona]

1:20

if i was a musician i’d sample kingdom hearts like fucking craaaazy, that little “buwoop” sound on the menus is like crack to me idc idc

[random2908]

Booked an apartment for a week in Reykjavik to see the eclipse next year! It's still too early to be able to book plane tickets though lol.

One of the friends coming on this trip had suggested a cruise, and I was like, you're vegan... how do you imagine you're going to manage to eat on a cruise... But then the friend who is a regular teacher, not a college prof or a scientist, vetoed the cruise for price. Which was great, because then I didn't have to veto it for seasickness and look like a baby.