#Indulgent dining

[jadewritesficshere]

Happy Birthday

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Summary: Steve gets a video from you for his birthday.

Warnings: masturbation (male and female), f masturbation on video, pet name (baby), no use of y/n

18+ only

Steve sighed contentedly as he flopped onto the couch. He propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. He surveyed the destruction across his living room and smiled. Balloons were strewn about, streamers falling off the walls, and random cups that had been forgotten. Robin had thrown a surprise party, and though part of him thought he was too old for a party being in his 20s, he couldn't help but feel elated. Cherished even.

He glanced at the pile of gifts he had received. Eddie had gotten him an album, Nancy had given him more clothes in yellow, and Robin had gotten him tickets to a hockey game. You had given him three movies: one was a favorite of his, the other a new release he had wanted to watch, and then a home movie. You had asked him to watch it alone, claiming it was too embarrassing to show everyone and that you had been emotional in it. You made him promise, and Steve tried not to break his promises.

Steve hoped you were emotional because you confessed you liked him. Steve and you had a flirty relationship, but neither of you had "officially" said anything. One drunken make out session kiss was enough to fuel his fantasies for months, a kiss that you didn't seem to remember. Steve wasn't sure if he should bring it up, afraid of rejection. He wondered if you were silent for the same reason, or if you didn't even remember.

However, you could be emotional because one of the times you had your camera, you had found a stray dog. Both you and Robin were bawling about how the dog had been abandoned, leaving him as he wrestled with the dog from hell. Steve cursed that stupid rat dog, he would even curse the breed if he knew it, as it had scratched him relentlessly. Giving the dog a bath was funny in retrospect, but at the time Steve was fuming over this dog soaking both him and Robin and causing Robin to somehow fall into the tub, yanking Steve down with it. Of course, you were recording the whole time. The only good part was hearing your laugh.

Or maybe it was the time everyone had went to the lake. A seagull, which made no sense to Steve as it was the lake and not the sea, had stolen Eddie's sandwich. Eddie had taken off chasing the bird, yelling and cursing the whole way. Steve remembered laughing so hard he was crying, and he remembered the way your face had beamed at him. The way you pushed the hair out of his eyes.

Or it could be the party where everyone had gotten drunk, except for him. Sure, he had done a few keg stands in his days, but he wanted someone to be sober to take care of you. You had been rambling about something before stopping and calling him "pretty". He had blushed and tried to deny it, somehow making you think that he didn't find himself pretty. You had started trying to convince him, getting more sad that he felt bad about himself. Which Steve didn't feel bad about himself, but he wasn't going to complain as you gave him compliment after compliment. You even wrapped your arms around him and cuddled him. You were so warm in his embrace. How he wanted to embrace you in other ways.

Steve snapped the VHS case open and stared at the tape. He was alone now and his mind was going crazy with what ifs. He probably was overthinking it. He popped the VHS in the player and grabbed the remote before sitting back on the couch. He hit the power on and-

Steve's eyes widened and he dropped the remote. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but seeing your chest in red lacy lingerie was not it. The swells of your breasts pushed up slightly. He wanted to kiss and suck at your chest. Red lace contrasting against your skin. Your chest moving up and down as you breathed. Your hand comes into view and gently grasps your breast, squeezing it. Steve wished it was his hand.

Steve inhaled deeply and his hand shook. Holy. Fuck. His jeans were unbearably tight as he watched you slowly remove the bra. Your nipples were hardened-God, how he wanted to lick and tease them. You pinched one and let out a moan. Steve wanted to make you moan like that, but just hearing you? He was harder than he ever had been in his life. You sounded sweeter then anything he could imagine. You sounded like an angel, and he was in Heaven.

Steve unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them down enough for his cock to bob up and hit his navel. He was already leaking. He spit in his hand and wrapped it around his hardened length. He focused back on you and-

Steve moaned. You had moved the camera down to the red lacy panties you were wearing. "See that Baby?" You were out of breath, barely speaking above a whisper as you traced a finger over your clothed pussy. A damp spot was noticeable in the fabric and you sighed as your finger traced over the spot," See how wet I am for you, Baby?"

Steve's eyes closed instinctively before he snapped them open. He didn't want to miss a second of this. Steve's hips bucked into his hand as he stroked up and down his dick. On screen, you removed your panties, and his mouth watered. Steve bit his lip as he got a clear view of your pussy. You were so wet; he wanted to lick every drop. He wanted to taste your arousal. He wanted to hear you scream and writhe against his tongue as you came. He wanted his face covered in your release.

Your fingers on screen played with your clit before circling your weeping hole. One of your fingers easily slid in due to how wet you were. Steve moaned at the site of you adding another finger and pumping in and out. You moaned and ground against your hand. You added another finger and Steve couldn't help but think of how small your hands were and that it wouldn't even prepare you for his dick. As you picked up your pace and started to buck your hips wildly, Steve sped up to be at the same pace as you. He imagined that it was his cock spreading you open. How wet you would be. How warm. How tight. Your mouth dropping open in pleasure, your whimpers under him (or over him he wasn't picky).

"Steve!" You let out a gasp and moaned on screen, fingers getting drenched by your release. "Oh fuck shit fuck," Steve rasped out in between whines as he came all over his hand. His chest was heaving. Brain foggy from pleasure. His hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat. Steve sighed as he grabbed a napkin off the table and cleaned his hand, rubbing at the hem of his shirt that had gotten dirty. He looked back up on the screen to see your smirk. "Call me Stevie, next time you could do this to me yourself." The screen went black as you covered it with your hand. He could faintly hear,"Oh God what did I just do fuck ok this is fine, he'll like it right?" It took Steve all of two seconds to jump up and grab his car keys to head to you. Oh he definitely liked it. Fuck calling you though. The only calling that would be happening tonight was you calling his name.

[hall-of-fandom-stimboards]

Wine and Dine stimboard with tragic/romance related stims!! {Self indulgent}

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[diningwiththeasquiths]

I've been thinking about genderbend Devil's Minion and 🫠 NSFW musings below ⬇️

Danielle's breasts sagging due to age and nursing her two sons all those years ago. Armande worshipping those tits with her hands and mouth for ages while she humps Danielle's thigh, leaving a large bloody smear across the map of thread veins on Danielle's soft skin.

Danielle voraciously and sloppily eating Armande out, feeling herself becoming wetter than she has been in decades after repeatedly swallowing the metallic slickness that keeps coating her tongue.

Danielle finally pulling away from between Armande's still lightly twitching inner thighs and Armande being greeted by the sight of Danielle's mouth, chin, and even her nose stained a bright red. A view so breathtaking—if she had breath to take away—that she hauls Danielle up for a teeth-rattling kiss.

Armande's hand finding her way down to Danielle's slippery wet folds. While being mindful of her long claws, she knows very well that every light scrape will have Danielle moaning into her mouth just a little bit harder, until the combination of the soft finger pad on her swollen clit and the pointy nails digging into her flesh send her over the edge.

Armande pressing her sticky fingers to Danielle's mouth and slipping into Danielle's mind to experience what she would taste like if her own tongue was still able to differentiate flavours.

[starryemeralds]

do you ever think about how aziraphale fell in love with crowley because of his love for the earth; and crowley falls in love with the earth because of his love for aziraphale?

i think about it often actually.

[asoeiki]

Fav Excerpts (FFXV fanfics AO3)

I just wanted to share with everyone some of my favourite passages from the fanfics that I had read, I had more actually but I managed to narrow down some of these that I thought was pretty neat with the way they write the scenes! Writers, ya'll are amazing with the way you write stuff, blows my mind every time TwT!

Out Here with the Daemons by Lagerstatte (Graphic violence)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11188884

It’s the worst barricade in the world. Bullets will punch right through it, Prompto has time to think. It never occurred to him before that this is how he’d end up dying. He doesn’t want to die. Does he want it less than he wants to kill people? Surely there’s another way out. He’s still trembling.

‘Don’t look,’ Ignis says, very softly, before leaving them there.

Noct grips Prompto’s arm, tight enough to hurt.

Prompto has a split-second to realise that even if he doesn’t look around the table, he can still see in the room’s reflection in the window.

He’s just in time to see the first of Ignis’ knives leave his hand and slice open a man’s throat. The flesh splits open neatly and blood sprays out; Prompto’s eyes snap shut. It doesn’t block the bubbling sound of wet gagging, somehow audible over the screams, shouting, and gunfire. Prompto hears something like that one time he’d blocked the kitchen sink and let it overflow, and it takes a few seconds to realise it’s not water he’s hearing splattering onto the wood flooring.

For Hearth and Home (Incomplete) by Viviena

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7954894/chapters/21589655#workskin

“I was planning to go back because I was no longer needed here. Thanks to you it’s all mute point now. I have my new goals and you can bet I’m not letting you get anywhere near them.”

“And by those you mean…”

Nyx hesitated for a moment but it was so obvious, there was no point in pretending it to be a secret.

“Protecting lady Lunafreya and king Noctis.”

“Of course,” Drautos asserted slowly and looked to the side, seemingly deep in thought. He nodded slightly to himself and looked back up with clearly contemplating expression.

Nyx pointed a finger at him.

“No.”

Commander Drautos seemed completely unfazed by it. So Nyx repeated with more intent.

"No!"

That got him an exasperated eye roll.

First Bloom by Sekiei

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11951613

During the next four months, they renovate the house, change every piece of wood. They raise the floor a couple of feet off the ground, double the walls and insulate them with earth and dry vegetation, pierce a few more windows. By the time they’re done, the cabin looks like a house, small and amateurish, but a house not a shack. They even have steps leading to the front door that Gladiolus is unreasonably proud of and Ebony loves to lounge on.

They kept the house the same size. One room. The kitchen left of the entrance, a couple of armchairs and a new plush carpet to the right in front of the fireplace. They could have made it bigger, but they didn’t. Gladiolus likes what they’ve found. It’s enough. After all they’ve been through, they’re not greedy; having a peaceful place to call their own is enough. He suspects Ignis feels the same way, but he doesn’t ask.

They eat the occasional fish and dry, thin bread Ignis makes with water and the powdered white flesh of roots he has an uncanny sense for finding deep in the ground even in the middle of the ghost forest. Gladiolus wonders how he learnt this, what happened to him all those years they were apart. Gladio mostly protected civilians and their settlements, ate cans of beans well past their sell-by date, dusty noodles on good days; on special occasions, chocobo greens and mushrooms grown under electrical floodlights. But the few times he saw Ignis, he was always out and about hunting, more often than not on his own. He hadn’t thought about what he had to do, to learn, in order to survive that lifestyle back then. But he doesn’t ask this either. There are topics that are best left alone.

Preventing General Glauca (Incomplete) by MeinNameIstJette

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16147616/chapters/46799737

Titus stands near the edge of the dock, certain now, that he wasn’t going to make it out alive. There were too many enemies to cut down and he was on his very last leg of energy. If lucky, he’d cut down two maybe three, but that would be the end. He doesn’t want the defeat to show on his face but he’s sure that his stance is evidence enough to the Niffs that they had this in the bag.

That is.

Until Titus can feel a shift in the wind. He swallows, rather tries to swallow even though he’s parched, and straightens, as best as he can. He can hear something. He’s not sure what it is but it’s a faint and distinct sound. A part of him feels as if that’s the sound of death but then the unthinkable occurs.

The whistling becomes louder, distracting the enemy even as weapons rip through them almost as if they were made out of paper. Titus’ stance falters as he watches something unbelievable occur before his eyes. He doesn’t recognize any of these weapons and he certainly knows of no one in Sennheim who is able to do this and yet it is happening.

Knife Skills by SensationalSunburst (Graphic violence)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10983987/chapters/24461079

The cashier stood, glancing down the aisle at them, expression twisted into something between annoyed and concerned.

“Glad-” Ignis began, one hand reaching out blindly to grab the shield’s attention, but everything promptly exploded into the sound of shattering glass and gunfire. The van had violently reversed into the parking lot, the back doors flying open and a hail of gunfire sent the cashier crashing to the floor behind the counter. A man dressed all in black flew from the back of the van, rushed through the shot out door and began firing the second his boots hit the earth. Ignis snatched Noctis on instinct and spun to hurl him to the ground behind him as bullets riddled the display he’d just been looking at. He followed Noctis down, cushioning his head before it could bounce against the linoleum and muffling the startled cry that tore itself from Noct's lips. The gunfire that had followed them down the aisle ceased, and Ignis was immediately on his feet. Gladio had already grabbed Noctis, who was clawing against the iron bar of his arm across his chest to grab at Ignis.

“Ignis, stay down!” Gladio snarled.

“Iggy! Ignis!” Noctis pleaded, breath coming in short, panicked gasps. “Come back!”

“Ignis, dammit!” Gladio shifted as if to get up and Ignis turned on him with a snarl.

“Sword,” He snapped, pointing a blessedly steady finger roughly at himself then Gladio, “Shield. Do you duty and get him out of here.”  Ignis turned his back as Noctis’s shouting went up in pitch. He felt the telltale tug of magic in chest as Gladio pulled a shield from the armiger and took a single, calming breath.

Unlike Gladio, who would reach into that strange, supernatural space between worlds as easy as breathing, Ignis hadn’t been able to pull weapons from the armiger outside of training. For him, it took minutes of strenuous, sometimes painful, meditation before he could pull a blade from the armory. He could hold it in his palm just long enough to recognize the intricate patterns etched into the handles before the connection was lost; the snapback of magic enough to knock his balance loose and sending him stumbling to the mats.

But as he drew himself up in the bullet ridden remains of the store, fueled by magma scorching its way through his veins, he felt his rage solidify against his palms. The dagger sailed from his hand and thunked solidly into the shoulder of the would-be-assassin, it was off target, but the second struck true, cutting off the scream as the blade lodged itself in his heart.

Road Trip - Shattered by Sekiei

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8848198

The first few days after he’d been injured, Ignis had kept it together when talking to Noct, but had been almost shell-shocked when it’d come to moving around. Gladiolus had been shadowing his every step then, a hand to the small of his back, to support and to guide him. He had been careful, considerate. Focusing on Ignis had helped him overcome the maelstrom of emotions and pain in his mind. For a time. But less than a week had passed before Ignis’d asked for a cane and made clear that he would ask to hold onto one of them if he wanted guidance, but he refused to be lead around any longer. He would decide for himself when and who to follow and just how far. In a way, seeing that fiery independence survive the ordeal had been a blessing. Ignis was hurt but he wasn’t broken. Yet, silently and despite being aware of his own selfishness, Gladiolus had wished he could have been relied on a while longer.

Ignis’ hand closed around his elbow with a natural that hurt him. It had only been three weeks. This shouldn’t have been so easy for them, so rehearsed. Gladiolus dropped words then and there, on their way to the end of the platform, at first to guide, then just to fill the silence. Stairs, three steps. The rails are on our right, two and half meters away. It’s a pretty steep drop, don’t go close. Have they told you… there’re mountains all around us, most are bare sand and rock, but there’s snow in the distance. It’s glowing through the nightfall. He was babbling but it kept his mind off what was coming.

He stopped far enough down the platform that they were out of earshot but still within the safety of the lights and turned towards Ignis. He steeled himself, taking a deep breath, trying for a composure he already knew he wouldn’t be able to sustain. Ignis seemed content to wait for him to talk, a sure sign that the argument was unavoidable.

‘Look, if you’re going to run through your tirade from the mine again save your breath. I get it. His Highness can do no wrong and he needs to be coddled to greatness. I just hope you’re volunteering for the job because I won’t be bowing to his whims any longer. I’ll respect my King when he starts behaving like a king and he needed to know that. Also I think you coming to Gralea with us is a stupid idea and you won’t change my mind on that one either.’ ‘Anything else?’ ‘Depends on what you say next. I am in no mood for a lecture, not even from you.’ ‘Could have fooled me.’ ‘Bite me. Are we done?’ ‘Oh, I haven’t even started. I’ve listened to you, now kindly shut up and give me the same courtesy.’

Carry Me Back Home by Moon_Raccoon_exe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12947106

I bawled my eyes out again when I read this fic = w=;

And there you lie, my dear soul, on gladioli and irises, and a few sylleblossoms, on the altar of the temple for everyone to admire and bid goodbye before cremation.

It is a Lucian tradition, unlike Niflheim; we incinerate as the usual method and we bury as the unusual one. Our ashes ascend to the skies and it frees our souls from the body, and the smoke helps them to become ethereal and cross to the other side and the whatever exists after death. I do have to admit that, as much as I believed it a beautifully tragic process, only now I feel a little sad in a fully egocentric way that I will have no physical something to cry to, other than a golden plate with your name on it. A plate I can’t even see, with letters I can’t even read.

long way home by ninemoons42

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14403639/chapters/33263658

The cat is not a threat. He tells himself that. The cat is not a bomb and not an enemy and not a threat.

But those claws are real, and he’ll end up needing to mend his clothes, if Noct keeps going.

He’s loathe to push Noct’s presence away and that leaves him with only one thing to do -- the unlikely thing to do.

He passes a hand over Noct’s head, down that powerful curve of backbone, all the way to the twitching tail, and asks, “What do you want from me?”

In response -- the cat kicks him, lightly, with its powerful hind legs -- kicks him and then leaps, and the force of that leap is more than enough to take it across the room. Noct is now standing right opposite the window.

And Noct meows, once.

There’s something oddly compelling about that sound that he doesn’t often hear out of his cat, anyway: Noct prefers to communicate in pointed looks, in the flick of tail, in the twitch of ears.

The ears that twitch at him now, oversized triangles that are still startlingly soft to the touch, twitching and twitching as he pulls on the previous day’s shirt and trousers and shoes.

At the last moment, he huddles into his oldest coat -- strange to find it still in the depths of his closet, still hanging neat and pristine from clothespins and a sturdy hanger. The coat is his last reminder of the ceremonial of the military, the rites and the parades and the inspections. Ghostly shapes on collar and sleeve, where his rank insignia and unit patches used to be, and the outlines are all that’s left. The coat is made of thick black material, mostly water-repellent. Silver-braid edges and trim, and domed buttons to match, scuffed now, but still anchored down the torso in parallel lines, framing the center closure and its hidden clasps.

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[croc-odette]

listening to good old fashioned lover boy with this expression on my face

[rragnaroks]

i bought myself some finishing salt after having had a weird hangup about it for years. i've always seen it as a sort of frivolous indulgence, but i've also always enjoyed that little pinprick of joy of biting into some finger salt on a restaurant meal. well now i finally got it and i really don't know why i've been dismissing the thought of getting some all this time. i'm all for little happinesses in life in general and i can't believe i've been just one step away from restaurant-level salmon for YEARS because i've been so weird about this

[captionsy1]

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[diningwiththeasquiths]

It's the seventies, so Bill and Nancy being swingers is certainly a possibility. What if they invited Holden and Debbie over for an entirely different reason?

The married couple springs it on them after they've finished dinner and two bottles of wine between the four of them. Debbie is immediately open to the idea, and after some initial hesitation Holden goes along with it, mainly because he doesn't want to seem like a square, especially not next to his middle-aged colleague and his permed housewife slash real estate agent.

The next part of the evening starts out the way one would expect. In the master bedroom, with Bill trying out different methods of foreplay on Debbie like the gentleman he is, and Nancy initiating a kiss from a clearly struggling Holden, who's not quite sure what he wants and what he's allowed to do.

The two of them are still kissing, with Nancy boldly exploring Holden's youthful body while his hands never stray lower than her shoulders, when Bill grabs a condom from the orange patterned ceramic bowl on one of the two identical nightstands and proceeds to engage in sex with Debbie, who's not shy in telling him what she likes.

It distracts Holden for a bit, his eyes on Bill's body, familiar due to road school but unfamiliar in its full nudity and the movements it's currently making, the way his sizeable thighs and even larger gut look as he thrusts into Holden's girlfriend at a leisurely, even, yet unrelenting pace while she moans appreciatively and encouragingly, and a little exaggeratedly if you ask him.

He wishes Bill would return his gaze. Nancy stops her own voyeurism to pull him back into another kiss that's not exactly unpleasant but doesn't do much for him either. A stark difference from the enthusiastic activity beside them. Suddenly he feels bad for not having gratified her in any way yet, except for letting her feel him up. He quickly offers to use his mouth on her, and she readily accepts.

He finds she's as hairy as Debbie between her legs, which he likes. Any shaving down there would only remind him of the interrogation in Adairsville and Debbie's (astute) accusation afterwards. He goes to work, eager to please, although his mind is preoccupied with the fact that Bill has been here countless times before, this private spot of her body, with his fingers, tongue and cock. It's that thought that makes him moan against her sensitive flesh.

Bill and Debbie finish before Nancy even comes close to coming. Holden stubbornly continues, even though the untrained muscles of his jaw started aching a while ago. He can hear Bill light his post-sex cigarette. Nancy suddenly seems a lot more vocal. Holden figures it's because her husband's attention is on her now. It's probably not jealousy she's aiming for. Judging by their interactions during dinner, it's more about throwing yet another perceived inadequacy in Bill's face.

Then comes Debbie's voice, offering to take over from Holden. An offer which the older couple clearly wasn't expecting, judging by the sudden tension in Nancy's body that's got nothing to do with Holden's continued efforts, and Bill's momentary stunned silence. Holden bristles at the openly stated implication that he's bad at this particular act, it's not the first time Debbie has alluded to it, but Bill is swift to say that he wouldn't mind watching them do it, as long as Nancy is comfortable with the idea as well.

Holden wipes his mouth and watches Bill instead, as the older man looks at Holden's girlfriend expertly going down on his wife. The atmosphere in the bedroom finally grows into an intoxicating haze. Holden is unable to tear his eyes away from Bill's dick, slowly rising once more from between Bill's powerful, fleshy thighs as the man enjoys the sight next to them while taking savoringly slow drags of his cigarette. Virile, is the word that springs to Holden's mind, his own cock twitching to life at long last.

It's the sort of night where anything feels possible and within reach.

"May I?" he asks with a soft voice. His eyes are still glued to Bill's crotch, making his intent obvious. The noises coming from the ladies—a combination of quick wet sounds and breathy moans that Nancy definitely wasn't making when it was his head between her spread thighs—fade into the background. He doesn't wait for Bill to give him any sort of verbal permission, the older man seems stunned into silence again, instead going ahead with the intention to force himself to stop if Bill reacts negatively in any way.

But Bill doesn't stop him, and Holden ends up taking him into his mouth, causing Bill to drop his cigarette onto the bed. The older man swears and picks it up quickly to crush it into the bedside ashtray. Holden barely notices any of that, busy gripping and stroking Bill's thighs, brushing against the hairs there as he explores the abundant naked flesh while simultaneously getting his first heady taste of Bill. He thinks he might have a fascination with those thighs. They feel firm underneath the top layer of fat, and every once in a while, when he tries something with his tongue or mouth that he thinks Bill will appreciate, the muscles there twitch under his palms.

Bill starts a series of low groans, which he seems unable to hold back. Holden swells with pride. Apparently he's better at this than performing oral sex on a woman, and he finds that he cares a whole lot more about Bill's opinion of his oral skills than Nancy's or even Debbie's.

Bill's hand slides from Holden's hair to the side of his face, and Holden basks in its gentle touch. There's a sharp intake of breath next to them, which probably means that Nancy has either reached her peak or has glanced over at their side of the bed. He doesn't care enough to check, predominantly absorbed by the task in front of him and partly inside of him.

Bill's attention has yet to stray from Holden either. He seems to grow even more hard, one hand clawing the sheets as the other presses down on Holden's head, unthinkingly trying to keep him in place as his pleasure crests for the second time that evening. Holden doesn't mind one bit. He gladly swallows down whatever Bill has left to offer.

Later, when he thinks back to that precise, key moment, lying awake in the dark next to Debbie in her apartment, long after they've said a (rather awkward) goodnight to the Tenches, the willingness to do things for Bill, any sort of thing, no matter how vile or immoral, scares him. And, just like any other concept that's terrifying to him, there's this familiar, accompanying thrill running right alongside it.

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"The Narcissimus": Enjoying with Self-Love

Amidst the bustling cityscape, a place has emerged for those who cherish their reflection as much as their meals. Welcome to "Narcissimus" – an enchanted haven for narcissists and self-lovers.

Upon entering this unique restaurant, one is immediately greeted by a shimmer of mirrors and crystal chandeliers. The walls and ceilings are artfully adorned with mirrors, reflecting light in every direction, transforming the space into a sparkling fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling and adorn the tables, capturing the light and bathing the room in radiant glow.

Yet, what sets "Narcissimus" apart are not just its sparkling decorations – it's the tables themselves. Each table is equipped with a mirrored tabletop, allowing guests to gaze upon themselves as they dine. A truly narcissistic delight, inviting guests to lose themselves in their own reflection while indulging in culinary delights.

Amidst this dazzling ambiance sits a young man at one of the tables, gazing at his own reflection. Surrounded by sparkling crystal light and in the company of his own reflection, he awaits a culinary adventure that not only tantalizes the palate but also indulges the ego.

"Narcissimus" is more than just a restaurant – it's a place where self-love and enjoyment go hand in hand. Here, guests can mirror their own beauty as they are seduced by exquisite flavors. Welcome to "Narcissimus" – where self-admiration takes center stage, and every meal becomes an act of self-love.

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