#customization mocha

[ourdadai]

mocha customiz.

[spadesncrows]

they hate their mascot

[jelliberri]

Mocha plumbob ✿

A plumbob that replaces the default plumbob ୨୧୨୧ my mesh. ୨୧ works on humans, occults, and human club leaders. ୨୧ You can only have one plumbob override in your mods folder.

There is also no need to change the color numbers of the plumbob to "1.00" in your default.ini file since I've already done that in sims 4 studio, so just directly put both files in your mods folder .ᐟ.ᐟ Please let me know if there are any issues with the plumbob in game .ᐟ T.O.U ♡ don'ts .ᐟ୨୧ Do not place my content behind paywalls. Do not claim my content as your own. Do not steal my content. Do not copy my content. Do not modify my mesh or recolor and publicly share it.

Dos .ᐟ୨୧ You are allowed to re-upload my content but with credit. You're allowed to recolor and modify but only for personal use and with my permission.

please download both files! Download | free ✿

[mocha1004]

idk what's in the air but i could not focus at work because i was spacing out thinking of leon pounding me. what the Freak

[thoughtsfrombehindthecounter]

Little bit of latte art to start the morning

[barrymccaulkinem]

i want somebody else to install Aroma and Pretendo for me :/ I'm not feeling confident in my ability to follow instructions and wont risk bricking my console

[mechahero]

sketches of a concept i keep tossing around

[guitarbomb]

LEAK: Fender Bruno Mars Stratocaster in Mars Mocha Heirloom

The Fender Bruno Mars Stratocaster features a stunning Mars Mocha Heirloom Nitrocellulose Lacquer finish. This eye-catching guitar has surfaced on dealer sites across Europe. A Tribute to a Musical Icon Bruno Mars, known for his incredible talent as a producer, singer, and songwriter, has left an indelible mark on the music industry. With his unique blend of pop, R&B, funk, soul, reggae, disco,…

[ailithnight]

Danny works as a barista at Tim's favorite coffee shop.

And Danny absolutely hates Tim motherfuckin Drake-Wayne.

He comes in every morning with the hell rush of stuffy, self important business men who will scream at teenagers for any minor inconvenience. And every morning, without fail, Mr. Drake Wayne is in the dead center of that line; and orders the biggest, most irritating, most pain in the ass to make monstrosity that Danny always ends up being the one to spend several minutes making.

If Danny has to listen to one more egotistical asshole scream at him that he's taking to long because of Tim's ridiculous fucking Demon Concoction, Danny is going to throw the espresso machine at Tim's head and then make him pay for the inevitable stay in Arkahm when he does.

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Tim's favorite coffee shop got a new barista. Danny is a pretty cool dude. He's mostly chill, but fully capable of sassing asses off; is unafraid to tell off and cuss out the snobby "big wigs" when they start screaming at the other baristas; he always makes Tim's order perfectly and faster than anyone else ever can; and also he's just really really pretty. Maybe Tim should ask for his number...

Write below a Batfamily meets Danny Fenton story but choose the wildest relationship that you can think of that isn’t adoption or a romantic relationship

For instance:

- breaking into a building for a drug bust but they got the wrong building number and broke into Danny’s apartment.

- gets met over and over because Condiment King of all people continuously kidnaps him for plots

- was brought to the GCPD for wrestling Killer Croc at 3am high as a kite over a new fear gas drug that’s been making its rounds through Gotham.

- accidentally smacked the coffee out of Danny’s hands while catching a perp.

[lijoue]

ITALIA WORLD MOD PACK

Hello hello,

I've been working hard to create something really good to share with you. This is my most ambitious release yet, so I hope it was worth the wait!

ITALIA is a custom cc 'game pack' that transforms Tartosa into a beautiful Italian-inspired destination! Tartosa is my favourite world in the game, but I feel like it never gets any love because everyone hates My Wedding Stories. I want to help you fall in love with the beauty of Tartosa! If you don't have My Wedding Stories, there's plenty of base-game friendly items for you as well. There is A LOT of stuff in this pack (around 125 items).

Download Link & More Details on Patreon (early Access)

CORE FEATURES

Tartosa world override with new world lighting, buildings, trees, streetlights, functional objects, marketstalls, and decor.

New food & drinks (gelato, pasta, pizza, wine, and coffee!)

New custom-tuned functional objects to elevate your gameplay.

NEW FUNCTIONAL OBJECTS (custom tuning)

Picnic Blanket | Sit, eat, gaze at the sky, and even bathe in the moonlight. *DLC interactions require their respective packs (Lovestruck, Life & Death)

Beach Bathroom | Using this outdoor bathroom costs 1§ and restores hygiene & bladder without the uncomfy public bathroom buffs.

Beach Bag | Works like a dresser to change outfit on-the-go.

Cooler Bag | Stock with drinks & snacks. Functions like a picnic basket on blankets and picnic tables. Helps keep food fresh and fixes the picnic basket inventory to store up to 99 food and drink items.

Stovetop Moka Pot | Brew a quick pot of espresso from the countertop or stovetop.

Souvenir Stand | Purchase from a curated selection of art & objects. Includes items that are difficult to obtain in-game, as well as cc from two of my favourite creators bbygyal 123andPierisim. CC items will only show up in the shop if you already have the files in your Mods folder, so please check out their work if you haven't already! Sims can also purchase wearable souvenir t-shirts and baseball caps.

Gelato Stand | Purchase gelato, ice cream, and drinks.

Beach Stand | Purchase beach stuff, drinks, snacks, and souvenirs.

Coffee Stand | Purchase coffee and snacks

Park Fountain | Toss a coin in the fountain and have a seat. The XL version spawns butterflies.

Drinking Fountain | Wash hands or grab a drink of water with the infinitely refillable water bottle.

Nectar Bottle | Pour a glass of nectar. Includes 7 new nectar drinks and new custom buffs. Also includes in-game nectars from Horse Ranch, Dine Out, Bistro etc.

Classic Pool Float | Please download my mod Better Pool Floats for optimal experience.

Restaurant | Call a waiter to serve a curated menu of food & drinks. Sims in a rush can also order to-go (without a waiter).

NEW FOOD & DRINKS 

Nectar: Vigna Bianco, Sparkling Luminoso Bianco, Sparkling Luminoso Rosé, Rosa D'Amorosa, Amanti del Rosso, The Devil's Nectar, Bianco Spritz

Gelato: Pistachio, Pesca, Fragola, Bacio, Fior di Latte, Vanille, Caffè, Limoncello

Pasta: Carbonara, Spicy Carbonara, Spaghetti Alle Vongole, Cacio e Pepe, Spaghetti Marinara, Shrimp Spaghetti Marinara, Spaghetti Aglio e Olio

Snacks: Margherita Pizza, White Funghi Pizza, Fruit & Cheese Charcuterie Board

Cooler Drinks: Bottled Water, Aranciata Soda, Lemon Soda, Mojito Soda, Barbet Light Wave, Barbet Wild Card, Barbet Love Bite

Espresso: Caffe Latte, Cappuccino, Italian Hot Chocolate, Mocha, Macchiato, Americano

Download Link & More Details on Patreon (early Access)

[paigesluver]

A Little Sparkle, A Little Secret

paige bueckers x fem reader

synopsis; at paige bueckers’ WNBA Draft night, a simple necklace reveals a quiet romance that had been hiding in plain sight — turning friendship into something more, one subtle moment at a time.

warnings; fluff

hi hi! i’ve had this written since draft night and finally got around to completing it. but did y��all see that necklace on azzi today? yeahhhh😽😽 i hope y’all enjoy this one🙂‍↕️

Paige Bueckers lit up the orange WNBA Draft carpet in a custom Coach suit that looked like it was made of stardust — mocha brown, dripping in over 200,000 glass crystals, with wide-leg pants, a Y2K vest top, and a blazer that shimmered with every step. Her long, wavy hair framed her face, and the black platform shoes only added to the glow she carried — part nerves, part pride, part finally.

You were right behind her — not a player, but a familiar face. You were the student manager for UConn’s team, always in the background, always around. Fans knew you. Some had noticed how you and Paige were nearly inseparable. But it was always chalked up to friendship. You’d both even played into it — “best friends,” you’d say in interviews, laughing like it was the easiest answer in the world.

But tonight, you wore something new.

Something no one could ignore.

A diamond “P” pendant rested against your skin — simple, subtle, but loud in its own way.

No one could have guessed it had been a pre-game gift. Not after the win, not after the celebration — but right before the biggest moment of Paige’s college career.

Just before warmups, Paige had pulled you aside in the tunnel. The arena hadn’t even filled yet, but the energy was already thick. Paige looked calm, but you knew better. There was adrenaline in her eyes — and something else.

“I’ve been saving this,” Paige murmured, slipping a small box into your hand. “Today felt right.”

Inside: the necklace.

“For good luck,” she added, her voice softer now. “And so you’ll have a piece of me, for when I’m not standing next to you.”

It was a good luck charm for the game — but more than that, it was a keepsake. A quiet promise. Her way of saying you’ll still have a piece of me with you, even when this chapter was over. A lowkey but loaded moment — one that hinted at the shift coming for both of you, while quietly confirming what no one else had ever known.

You put it on right then and there. They won. Everything changed after that — but one thing didn’t: the necklace stayed on.

Fast forward to draft night, and it didn’t take long for fans to start piecing things together. After Paige lit up the carpet in her shimmering mocha suit, she slipped away and changed — swapping the glittering set for a sharp black Coach power suit, braless under the blazer, the lapels catching the light with a subtle shimmer. She looked like everything the league had been waiting for.

And when the commissioner finally called her name?

You were the first person she hugged.

Not her parents. Not her coaches. Not even her teammates.

You stood first, arms already open, eyes already shining.

Paige walked straight into you.

It lasted only a few seconds. Just long enough to make fans watching at home blink twice.

Then the tweets started.

“Did anyone else notice that necklace? 👀 Same one from the championship…”

“Paige just gave her the FIRST hug. I’m not saying anything, but I’m saying something... 🤔”

“Okay but WHY does it feel like they’ve been dating for a while and we’re just catching up?”

“They’ve been dropping hints and I’m picking them up! That necklace is too meaningful to be a coincidence.”

“How are they keeping this a secret when the necklace is literally screaming it? 😂”

“That necklace didn’t just appear outta nowhere y’all. The math is mathing. 💅”

Then came the news stories.

“Paige Bueckers’ Draft Night Mystery Guest Turns Heads”

“Is Her ‘Best Friend’ Actually Her Girlfriend? Fans Think So”

Still, nothing official. No hand-holding. No Instagram drops. Just tension, shared smiles, and that necklace that kept catching the flashbulbs.

The real moment came later — at the after-party.

Away from the buzz, in a quieter corner of the room, you leaned your head against Paige’s shoulder.

“You think people figured it out?” you asked, just loud enough over the music.

Paige looked at you, her fingers gently tugging the chain around your neck.

“They’ve been figuring it out,” she said. “Let ’em.”

You grinned. “No regrets?”

Paige tilted her head. “I gave you that necklace before the biggest game of my life. You think I’m scared of a few tweets?”

You didn’t post anything. But someone else did — a snap of you two mid-laugh, your hand resting easily on Paige’s thigh, the necklace front and center.

No caption. No confirmation.

Just two “best friends,” looking a whole lot like something more.

And the internet?

Oh, they knew.

[offalteeth]

THERE HE ISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

Shocked he made it to you, it was hard to let him go....

MOCHA MADE IT HOME!! HES SO BIG AND LOVELY AND CUTE AND I CANT STOP CARRYING HIM AROUND LIKE A BABY. Made by the lovely @offalteeth, if you’re looking for your own bizzybeanie they’re the place to go!

[cece693]

PART 2 OF THE BUCKYxLOKI’S BROTHER PLEASE!! (And thank you)

He's Cute Pt. 2

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader tags: date night, cute moments between bucky and reader, protective bucky, reader having eyes only for his man, couldn't help myself so we have some jealous bucky

The morning sun cast a warm glow on the bustling New York street as you and Bucky left the Avengers Tower, side by side, for your much-anticipated coffee date. You could practically feel Bucky’s heartbeat thrumming—his energy was a mix of nerves and excitement, hidden behind a carefully maintained cool exterior.

Still, you caught the way he’d sneak glances at you, how he kept a polite but protective distance between you and the street, and how his hand hovered near the small of your back whenever you paused to look in a shop window. If there was one thing you’d learned about James “Bucky” Barnes, it was that beneath the stoic shell, he was a sweet, attentive soul.

When you reached the little coffee shop a few blocks away, the sweet aroma of espresso and baked goods made you inhale appreciatively. Bucky let you step in first, his eyes still straying to you while you gawked at the menu board.

“Wow,” you murmured, half to yourself. “So many options. Mocha latte, flat white, salted caramel… Are these incantations?”

Bucky suppressed a grin, remembering the first time you’d asked that. “No magic, promise,” he said, nudging your shoulder gently. “What are you in the mood for?”

Before you could answer, the barista—a cheerful guy in his mid-twenties with a neat man-bun and bright green apron—leaned over the counter, practically beaming at you. “Hey there! First time, huh? Don’t worry, I can help you pick the perfect drink,” he offered, sliding an elbow onto the counter in a move that was definitely meant to come off as suave.

You blinked, oblivious to the barista’s flirty smile. “That’s kind of you,” you said politely. “I’ve only tried a couple coffees so far.”

“Awesome,” the barista replied, eyes dancing with interest. “You should let me whip up a custom latte just for you. Something sweet, with a little extra foam on top, maybe a heart design…”

Bucky cleared his throat, stepping forward so that his broad shoulder was just enough in the barista’s line of sight to cut off the direct gaze. “He’ll have a caramel macchiato,” Bucky said firmly, voice low in a way that suggested the barista hurry it up. “And I’ll take a black coffee.”

The barista’s smile faltered, eyeing Bucky with a mix of confusion and polite fear. “Sure thing.”

As the barista fiddled with the espresso machine, you turned to Bucky, eyes sparkling. “I didn’t realize there were so many specialized drinks. Custom lattes?”

Bucky’s jaw unclenched, and he mustered a small, reassuring smile for you. “Yeah, they get creative. But trust me, you’ll like the macchiato.”

Once you two collected your drinks, you picked out a cozy table near the window. The morning light bathed you in a soft glow that made your hair look…well, downright ethereal, if Bucky were being honest. And from the corner of his eye, he noticed more than one patron shooting glances your way.

You sipped your caramel macchiato, eyes lighting up at the sweet, creamy flavor. “This is wonderful!”

Bucky felt a surge of pride, as if he’d personally crafted the drink. “Glad you like it,” he said, resisting the urge to reach out and brush his fingers across your knuckles. Before the conversation could deepen, another interruption arrived—this time a fellow customer who lingered by the pastry display, giving you a once-over before sauntering over.

“Good morning,” she said, flipping her hair with a practiced flourish. “I haven't seen you here before."

You, perpetually polite, offered a friendly nod. “Yes, I’m new to Midg—New York. It’s very different from home.”

She giggled, eyes trailing over your features. “Well, if you need a local guide, I live right around the corner.” She lowered her voice, leaning in conspiratorially, “And I know all the best spots.”

Your eyebrows lifted in genuine curiosity. “Really? That sounds interesting.”

Bucky’s grip on his coffee cup tightened until his knuckles turned white. He cleared his throat, but she didn’t budge—she seemed more than happy to ignore him entirely, focusing on you like a hawk. “Yeah,” she continued. “I could show you a real good time. How about—”

“He’s good,” Bucky cut in, voice dangerously soft. He stared her down, his intense blue eyes flicking to her face with a distinct warning.

She blinked, finally noticing the murderously protective glint in his gaze. “Oh—are you two…?”

“Yes,” Bucky said bluntly, not even letting the question hang.

You, still oblivious, looked between them. “We’re on a date,” you added helpfully, as though trying to clarify.

The woman looked between you, Bucky, and his metal arm resting on the table. An awkward laugh escaped her. “My mistake. Enjoy your coffee.” She walked off, adjusting her purse with forced nonchalance.

As soon as she was gone, you turned back to Bucky, your expression perplexed. “She was hitting on me, right? Is that like a phrase, ‘hitting on someone?’ Because you said—”

“Yeah,” Bucky confirmed, irritation still simmering just behind his calm veneer. “She was.”

“Oh,” you murmured, taking another sip of your drink. “Well, that’s not a problem, is it? I mean, people here are friendly…”

Bucky exhaled heavily, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. He reached across the table, lightly brushing the back of your hand. “You’re too nice for your own good,” he said softly. “Just...it gets on my nerves when strangers try to pick you up right in front of me.”

Understanding dawned on you, and your eyes softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He shook his head, giving a dismissive little shrug. “Not your fault at all. I just…might have a jealous streak, I guess.”

A warm smile curved your lips. “That’s kind of sweet. In a protective way.”

Your words made him relax, and he actually managed a genuine, sheepish grin. “Glad you think so.”

With the interlopers gone, you and Bucky finally got some quieter moments. You asked him about the differences between the 1940s and modern times—he gave you quick anecdotes about old radio shows, dime coffees, and awkward attempts to use smartphones now. In return, you regaled him with tales of Asgard—though you stuck to the less epic parts, not wanting to overshadow the mundane joy of a simple coffee date.

Sometimes Bucky would reach out and tap the rim of your cup with his vibranium fingers, almost like he wanted an excuse to brush against your hand. More than once, your gentle laughter made him forget the rest of the café altogether. That is, until your phone chimed with a text—a reminder from Tony about some meeting in a couple of hours.

“Guess we need to head back soon?” Bucky asked, trying and failing to hide his disappointment.

You nodded regretfully, finishing the last sweet sip of your drink. “Seems so. We can’t exactly ditch the meeting, can we? Tony would… he’d probably show up here with an Iron Man suit,” you joked.

Bucky gave a small smirk. “He’s petty like that.”

With some reluctance, you both stood, disposing of your cups and stepping out into the warm late-morning air. The short walk back to Avengers Tower was surprisingly pleasant, even with the occasional sideways glances from passersby who recognized one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Bucky kept close to you, occasionally brushing his shoulder against yours, as if to remind everyone this is my date.

The moment you stepped through the Tower doors, though, you found yourselves ambushed by the rest of the team loitering in the lobby—clearly waiting. Tony, arms crossed over his chest, grinned like a cat who caught the canary. Steve, Sam, Clint, and Natasha stood behind him in a loose huddle, each wearing various degrees of curiosity and mischief.

“Would you look at that,” Tony drawled, “our resident star-crossed duo has returned.”

Sam smirked. “Didn’t think a simple coffee run would take this long. Or is that code for something else?”

Clint raised an eyebrow suggestively. “‘Coffee run?’ That’s a new one.”

Bucky glowered at them, ears turning pink. “It was just coffee. And we walked.”

“Walked,” Tony echoed, lips twisting in an exaggerated pout. “Uh-huh, I’m sure.”

You, still glowing from the morning’s events, decided to speak up. “There was coffee, yes, and a few people...tried to start a conversation.”

Natasha picked up on your hint of confusion. “Tried to start a conversation? That’s a polite way of saying they were hitting on you in front of Bucky?”

You nodded earnestly, unwittingly dropping the bomb the team was waiting for. “Yes, actually! Twice, in fact. Bucky was not pleased.”

A collective gasp and a few stifled laughs rippled through the group. Sam hooted, patting Bucky’s shoulder. “Oh man, did you go all Winter Soldier on them? Metal arm intimidation?”

Bucky shrugged off Sam’s hand, trying to maintain dignity. “I just told them to buzz off. That’s all.”

Tony snickered. “I can see it now: ‘Move along, buddy, or you’ll be meeting Mr. Vibranium.’”

Steve, at least, tried to look sympathetic. “Glad it went okay, though. The date, I mean.”

“It was nice,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting in a sincere smile. “Very…sweet.” You turned to Bucky, stepping closer. “Thank you for showing me more of Midgard’s culture.”

Before Bucky could form a reply, you leaned in and planted a quick, affectionate kiss on his cheek. The lobby erupted in whoops and cackles. Sam feigned swooning against Clint, who patted his forehead dramatically. Tony cupped a hand to his ear as though straining to hear wedding bells. Bucky froze, eyes going wide, heat rushing to his face. But the grin that broke out was nothing short of radiant.

“Oh, that’s how it is, huh?” Tony teased, crossing his arms with a smug grin. “Looks like we’re gonna have to start calling you guys ‘Sugar and Spice.’”

Clint made an exaggerated smooching sound. “Or do we call you both ‘Buzz Off!’ and ‘He’s Mine!’”

Bucky grumbled something incoherent, but he still looked over at you with soft eyes that said he didn’t regret a thing.

[naihvty]

kind eyes - part 1 (steve harrington x reader)

part 2 here!

summary : king steve walks in your coffee shop. it’s 6 years since you last saw him. you don’t know how to feel, but you notice some changes in him, including his kind eyes.

word count: 1.1k

tags: slow burn, used to be a dickhead but now he’s not, no smut in this chapter but there will be eventually, idk what I’m doing I just wrote this all today I haven’t written in ages, not reallyyyyy proof read sorry

a/n: hope you enjoy the word vomit!!!! idk if it’s any good but I was inspired to write this out of nowhere! I wanted it to be a one shot but it’s turning into a series apparently uh oh that’s a big commitment but oh well!

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King Steve. Or dickhead Steve, as you profoundly named him during your school years. Famously known for fucking pretty much every girl in your year at school. And some in the year above, too. Even the year below later on in your years there. Excluding you, of course. No no no no, you were not his type. You’re pretty sure you were invisible to him. Not that you cared. Not even a little bit. Definitely not.

So, all of 6 years after graduating, why did seeing dickhead Steve queuing up to be served by you at your work, make you feel something? Something good or bad, you weren’t sure. Definitely bad. Probably. Surely, right?

You spent your time serving the customers before him contemplating how to approach the situation. Do you strike up a conversation? You didn’t know if you could face the embarrassment of him not recognising you. Maybe playing it cool and pretending to not know him would be your best bet. Just take his order, get him sorted, and let him leave.

As you hand the takeaway cup and pastry to the sweet old lady in front of you, you steal another glance in Steve’s direction and notice that he’s got company. More specifically, female company. Shocker, you think. He always had a girl attached to his hip in school. You’re not surprised to notice that things haven’t changed in that regard.

Okay. Just do your job, you think to yourself as you head back to the till, making sure your screen it set up to take a new order.

“Hey! What can I get you?” You smile, requiring a little bit of forced happiness as you meet eyes with Steve and his female friend.

“Rob, what do you want? I think I’m gonna get… hey, do I know you?” Steve answers you, doing a double take and examining your features as if he’s searching for a missing piece of a puzzle in his head.

Shit. Just what you didn’t want to happen.

“Uhh, yeah I guess you do? I went to Hawkins High, in your year.” You reply, telling him your name and feels your cheeks flush slightly.

You see the flicker of recognition in his eyes. “Right!!! I knew I knew you from somewhere. Wow, it’s been what, six, seven years? You’ve uhhh, you’ve changed. Not in a bad way, obviously. In a good way. Heh.” Steve exclaims. “Hey Rob, we went to school together! This is Rob. Robin, I mean. This is Robin. Do you know what you want, yet?” He carries on, turning round to face Robin and frowning slightly at the grin plastered on her face.

You watch the conversation unfold, feeling slightly confused. This is NOT the King Steve you remember. He was confident, cocky, rude, all things that he was not currently exuding. His eyes seem kinder somehow.

“Nice to meet you Robin, girlfriend, I’m assuming?” You say, throwing a small smile her way.

Robin’s grin widens further, turning in a laugh. Before you can say anything else, you see Steve’s eyes widen.

“Girlfriend? No no no no, hah, no. Not at all. She’s uhhh, gay. Actually. Very gay. Extreeeemely gay. Not my girlfriend. Just my friend. She’s a dingus, but I love her. As much as she hates me, sometimes”.

“All the time, dingus. I’ll grab an almond milk latte, please. OOH! And a brownie. Dickhead here will have a mocha. I’m gonna grab us a table..” Robin chuckles, taking her order and rolling her eyes at the very flustered Steve.

You feel a giggle threaten to escape your lips as you hear that Steve drinks mochas. You didn’t really pin him as the mocha type. Maybe he really has changed. And why on earth did you feel immediate relief at hearing that Robin was definitely not his girlfriend? And why did Steve seem so determined to clear that up?

“Sure thing”, you push on, swivelling your screen round to Steve to allow him to pay. “That will be £8.95, please, you can just tap on the screen there.” A small smile blooms on your face again, and the eye contact you’re making with Steve feels weirdly charged. Barely, but it’s there.

“Someone will bring it on over to you when it’s ready!” You explain to Steve as he tucks his phone away into his pocket.

“Thanks, it was nice to see you again. Really nice, I uhhh, I’ll see you around I guess?” Steve replies, breaking off eye contact with you for a second before he looks at you one final time, then hurries off to find Robin and join her at the table. She picked the best in the place, the window table with the bench. That corner of the shop was a sun trap, and you often admired the people who curled up with the cushions with a book, wishing it was you there instead of behind the counter.

You don’t have time to respond before he walks away. You smile to yourself slightly and mutter, “yeah, sure. See you around.” Even though you’re sure that’s probably not true.

You shake off the mix of emotions you feel swimming around in your head and try to focus on the next couple of hours before your shift finishes. You glance on over to Steve’s table every now and then without even realising that you’re seeking him out frequently.

You frequently feel eyes on you, which you confirm as Robin’s. Not too often, but enough to know that something’s going on. You’re not sure what, but you notice the hushed discussion and the defensiveness of Steve’s demeanour from the back. You think you notice the words, “just ask her!” slip from Robin’s lips, but you try and brush it off down to your poor lip reading skills. The hum of the coffee machine, chatter of the customers and soothing sounds of the lo-fi playlist you always put on makes you think you should be competent in lip reading by now, but you’re not.

Not long after, the two of them get up to leave. “Bye! Thanks for the coffee, it was great!” Robin shouts over to you whilst you’re mid tidying up the counter in front of you. You smile back at her politely and give her a small wave. You catch Steve glancing at you, a grin playing on his lips as he follows Robin out the door. You feel your cheeks heat again, and the soft buzz of something you can’t place in your chest.

You do NOT fancy Steve. You don’t. It’s just not possible. What is wrong with you?! No, it’s not that you fancy him, it was just nice to see him again, right? He looks great. And doesn’t seem like such an idiot anymore. About time, really. But no, you definitely do not hope that Dickhead Steve Harrington will walk into your coffee shop again. Definitely not.

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a/n: yay hope you enjoyed! no idea how often I will update but fingers crossed will be regular :)

[i-dared-myself]

Filming with Us

Seonghwa x reader x San

In which you meet your partner arranged by Seonghwa before you should.

18+

Cw: Smut. Hate sex, blowjobs, degrading (of San and reader), crying during sex, impact play, dirty talk, overstimulation, no protection (DO NOT ATTEMPT), and no prep (DO NOT ATTEMPT)

Series masterlist

You step into the coffee shop, hearing the bell ring above your head as the door swings open. There’s a quiet chatter in the shop, and you take a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of what you’ve come to consider a comforting place.

You line up behind the one other person placing their order, looking around at the already served customers. It’s a group of faces that you see day after day, all part of your routine.

You step up to the counter when it’s your turn, smiling pleasantly. “Hi, I’d like a mocha, please.”

“Of course,” the worker answers cheerily, tapping on their screen. “Whipped cream?”

“Yes, please,” you reply, mind going to your evening plans. Seonghwa would be coming, bringing a friend to film content with.

You are slightly nervous about it, since you had never filmed before. Seonghwa hadn’t pressured you into it, merely mentioning that his friend was looking for a female sex worker, and you had volunteered.

You are secretly hoping Seonghwa would join. He still hasn’t fucked you yet, and it’s been, like, forever.

You absently pay for your drink before walking over to near the other counter, scrolling on your phone. You glance up when the bell rings again, signalling a new customer.

A man steps inside, with broad shoulders and dark eyes. He’s attractive enough that your mind immediately goes to how he could fold you in half.

Maybe you’ve been working too much lately.

His voice is low as he gives his order, and it’s just as your own is set down on the counter. You accept your drink with a thanks, wrapping your fingers around the cup. You turn on your heel to go to your usual seat by the window, bumping into something.

Or rather, someone.

The attractive man hisses as your hot drink spills over his chest, the lid apparently not screwed on correctly. You yelp as it gets over your hands, muttering apologies as you reach for napkins.

“Watch where you’re going!” he snaps, grabbing some of the napkins from you. He wipes his now-ruined shirt off, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry,” you say, watching as his wet, white shirt clings to his abs. His gorgeous abs.

“My eyes are up here.” His words make you whip your head up to look at his face. “This shirt was expensive.”

“Well it was an accident,” you respond, letting a hint of irritation show in your voice. Who does he think he is? “Grow up and buy a new shirt.”

That’s the wrong thing to say, because his eyes narrow and he takes a menacing step closer to you. 

“Watch where you’re going, next time.” He grabs your hand, pressing the used napkins into it. He pats your shoulder as he walks past you to pick up his coffee, muttering under his breath, “Careless bitch.”

“Excuse me?” you demand, eyebrows shooting up. “You’re the stupidly tall man in the- in the slutty shirt. I can see your tits.”

“I can see your tits,” he counters, gaze falling to your chest and your exposed cleavage. “And are you calling me a slut?”

“Maybe a am, you whore.” You ignore the scandalized gasp of an old woman, pushing for the win. 

He scoffs and turns away, exiting the shop. You take pleasure in knowing the coffee has turned cold and he’s going to smell like your mocha until he manages to shower. 

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It seems like a familiar routine to hear a knock on your door, and answer it to find Seonghwa on the other side. He smiles warmly at you, sighing softly.

“Hi,” he says, entering your home. He slips his shoes off and faces you again. “You look good today.”

“Thanks. You too.” And it’s not a lie. He’s wearing a set of black pants, with a light blue shirt. His hair is as neatly styled as ever, and you remind yourself that this is supposed to be professional.

“San should be here in a moment,” Seonghwa tells you, tucking some of your hair out of your face. “He parked a bit further down.”

“I’m here,” San, presumably, says from the doorway. You face him with a smile, your happy expression crumbling when you lay eyes on him.

“You,” you spit out furiously, crossing your arms.

“You,” he echoes, scowling at you.

Seonghwa glances between the two of you, obvious to your morning encounter. “You two know each other? Excellent. That clears up any greetings.”

“This slut,” you exclaim, ���was an asshole to me.”

“Because you spilled your stupid mocha on me!” San lingers just outside your home, and your nosy neighbours are starting to peek their heads out.

You grab San’s arm and yank him inside, slamming the door shut. “Why the fuck did it have to be you?”

“You can back out if you want.” San sneers and lifts his chin. He kicks off his shoes and rolls his sleeves up, leaning down to stare into your eyes. “But I plan on fucking you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow. You’ll be cursing my name and begging for more, at the same time. You’ll hate yourself for wanting more of my thick cock.”

You swallow thickly, feeling the atmosphere change. “Seonghwa says you want to film us?”

“Yeah, which is why I’m here.” Seonghwa watches on in amusement. He opens a bag you hadn’t noticed, revealing a video camera. “Then I’ll give the footage to San, so he can upload it to his account. But if you don’t want to-“

“I want to,” you interrupt, glaring at San. “This little slut can’t hurt me. I bet his dick’s so small that I won’t even feel it.”

Something in San’s jaw ticks, and he glances over his shoulder to Seonghwa. “Colour system?”

“Of course,” Seonghwa calmly says. “Kinks are as listed in the form I gave you.”

“Great.” San returns his attention to you, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Get on your knees.”

“Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow at him, placing your hands on your hips. You can see Seonghwa fiddling with the camera out of the corner of your eye. “Fuck no. I’m not subbing.”

San throws his head back and laughs, shoulders shaking with amusement. “You think- you think you’re topping me?”

“Well I’m certainly not letting you-“ You’re cut off by San’s fingers looping through your hair, tight enough to hurt. He forces you to your knees, ignoring the curses that fall from your mouth. 

“That’s better.” San grins down at you. He drags your head closer so that your cheek is against his crotch. “Do you feel that?”

“No,” you answer instantly, struggling to escape his grip. But it starts to hurt your scalp, so you just let him hold you in place. “I can’t feel anything. I was right about your dick being small.”

Seonghwa lets out a snort, lips quirking. “I’ve seen it, darling. You’ll be taking that back soon.”

“I’m just not hard yet,” San softly says, using his free hand to hook his fingers past your lips. You bite him, and he swears and removes his fingers. “You bitch!”

“She consented to impact play,” Seonghwa chimes in quietly. His attention is still solely focused on the camera. “If she bit you, that’s unacceptable behaviour.”

San closes his eyes, relishing in the moment. “Thank you, Seonghwa. I’m going to enjoy this.” He swings a hand and slaps you across the face, hard enough that your head snaps to the side.

He’s still holding you by your hair, keeping you in a kneeling position. You stay like that for a moment, mind catching up to what he did.

“You fucking hit me!” you snarl, trying to bite him again. He yanks your hair to keep you away from him, smiling from ear to ear.

San ignores your incredulous cries and says, “Now I’m going to give you my cock, and if you dare to bite me, I’ll spank you until you bleed.”

You open your mouth obediently, watching as he undoes his belt. Seonghwa has the camera on now, observing the scene through the lens.

San isn’t nice about pushing his cock into your mouth. You choke at the suddenness, eyes watering as he hits the back of your throat. You fight your gag reflex down, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You still think it’s small?” San taunts, fisting your hair to make certain you can’t get away. He thrusts once, making a small sound of pleasure. “Well? Or is my cock filling your mouth so much that you can’t even talk?”

You whimper pathetically, gurgling around him as he continues his movements. He’s being rough, with no concern for you whatsoever. He’s using your mouth like a fleshlight, hitting the back of your throat with each roll of his hips.

You dig your fingers into the material of his pants to ground yourself, but don’t use your signal. You’re drooling around him, spit and tears dripping down to your chin.

“Aw, sweet thing.” San laughs, grunting as you run your tongue over the underside of his cock. “If this is too much, then how are you going to handle it when I’m buried in that wet cunt?”

You can take more. So to prove it, you take him further until your lips are wrapped around his base, and you can’t inhale at all. He wrenches you off of him and you gasp for air, coughing.

“I bet a slut like you just wants to be fucked on the floor,” San purrs to you as he pins your body to the floor with his own. You clutch at the material of his shirt, distantly noting it as a different one than the morning shirt. You’re still sucking air in as desperately as you can. 

You’re spreading your legs before you even know it, and he’s pressing himself to every part of you. His thick and heavy cock is resting between your legs, and your clothes are the only thing stopping him from entering you.

Especially when he begins to roll his hips in a tantalizing fashion right up to your core. San’s hand land on your thighs and he holds them even further apart, making room for his body. He moans, a filthy, lustful noise that makes you clench around nothing.

You try and reach to expose your pussy to him by pulling your panties to the side beneath your skirt, but he clicks his tongue and wrestles your arms above your head. His hands are no longer supporting his weight, causing him to push on you heavier with each fluid movement.

“Do you think you’re ready?” San whispers, rolling your shirt off over your head. He presses a kiss against one of your breasts before it turns into a bite.

You yelp and try to smack him, but your wrists are out of your control. They’re held up above your head in his tight grip. “Yes! I’m ready!”

“I want you to think carefully,” San darkly says. “Because I’m not prepping you with my fingers. I want this to hurt you and to make you cry. I want you to sob and beg me to stop, while your legs drag me closer because I fill you up so good.”

“Yes,” you breathlessly respond. “Yes, I’m ready. And I want that.”

“Fine then.” San releases your wrists and you rub them tenderly as he lifts your hips up to remove your skirt and underwear. You look at Seonghwa and the camera before San is tilting your chin to back to himself. “Eyes on me,” he orders as he pumps himself twice.

Then you’re throwing your head back as he plunges into you. It’s not all at once, since he seems to understand that that would tear you in half. Instead he slowly bullies his way inside until you’re wrapped snugly around him, your eyes hooded.

He bends down so that his mouth is covered by the camera’s view and he can murmur into your ear. “If it’s too much, say red. I’ll stop and record something else for my post.”

You buck your hips up, whimpering at how stretched out you feel. It’s just so much.

San takes that as a response and thrusts harshly into you. You squeeze your eyes shut, a tear slipping out. But it’s so good. If he stops, you think you would combust.

You hate him. You hate the scrunch in his brow as he tries not to cum. You hate the way he bites his lip at the overwhelming pleasure. 

And yet you still wrap your legs around him so that he can only grind into you. He rubs against your clit each time, and your eyes roll back.

“Ah-ah,” San scolds gently, pinching your face to direct your gaze up to him. His teeth are bared as he hisses with each breath. “Hng, you grip- grip me so good. So snug, and wet.”

San pulls out all the way before thrusting all the way to the hilt, knuckles turning white from where they’re planted on the ground. You turn your head to the side, drool pooling out of your mouth.

“As annoying as you are, you’re pretty like this. All fucked out of any fight. Maybe I should just keep you stuffed full of cock all the time,” San muses, circling your clit with his thumb. 

You spasm around him with your sudden orgasm, moaning loudly. Even as it’s coming out of your mouth you know it’s porn star quality enough for San’s account. 

You slump when your climax finishes, but San doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow. He speeds up, driving you to overstimulation.

You try to squirm away, but he grasps your hips with his hands and drags you back down onto his cock. He’s chasing his own orgasm now, ignoring your tears and ragged gasps.

“No more!” you beg, twisting your torso to attempt to get away. But you’re not even near saying red. You’re nowhere close to ending this.

San pulls out just in time to cum over your stomach, panting with sweat-slicked hair clinging to his face. He swallows, throat flexing before licking at his lips.

Seonghwa glides closer, reminding you of his presence. You had forgotten he was there. 

He falls to his knees next to you, eyes locked on yours as he licks at the mess San made. His tongue slides across your skin as he takes all of San’s spend into his mouth.

“You gonna swallow?” San asks in amusement from your kitchen, filling a glass with water.

Seonghwa pries your lips apart with two fingers before pressing his mouth to yours. San’s cum transfers to your mouth, followed by Seonghwa’s tongue as he pushes it into you. 

Seonghwa watches you until you swallow. He smiles softly, tilting his head. “How do you feel?”

“Fucked,” you rasp as an answer. He helps you sit up and you take the glass of water from San.

They make certain that you’re alright before Seonghwa brings you to your room and runs a bath. San puts out a fresh set of pyjamas for you, and you reluctantly decide that maybe he’s not the worst.

That night as you lay in your bed with a book in your lap and a half-full wineglass on your nightstand, you realize something.

“He didn’t even fuck me yet,” you say aloud before cursing Seonghwa’s name.

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Happy birthday to this grumpy creature and to me 🥳

I didn't plan on making a bday card so I only settled with these sketches but HELPPPPPPPPPPFKGJKDNFJHG HUGE HUGE THANKS TO @amethystjewel01 MY BDAY TWINSIE FOR THIS AMAZING GIFT AND AT THE PERFECT TIMING 😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THE BACKGROUND AND HER IDGAF FACE. I LOVE IT SM ITS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED

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Voice Lines:

Summon: ...Shut up... Just a few minutes...

Groovification: Aagh, I'm almost late! I need to get this eyeliner straight right now!

Home: .......Nnnnhg.

Swap Looks: The mandatory suffering of the morning.

Home Transition 1: I HATE waking up early. I only start to feel like myself after 10am.

Home Transition 2: Cater and Idia are always super set on sending a happy birthday message to me at exactly midnight. Gee I wonder at what hour do those guys go to sleep...

Home Transition 3: Even though it's a pain, I do my skincare routine and makeup every morning before classes. Can't let anyone see these eye bags...

Home Transition - Login: The boys from Heartslabyul are so sweet, they always make sure to prepare a birthday party for me. Trey-senpai must work to the bone to prepare all of those sweets and treats at the table.

Home Transition - Groovy: Yeah, yeah, I'll catch up with the birthday messages. I just need to prepare my beloved mocha coffee first so It'll help me wake up.

Home Tap 1: ...The hell d'ya want? Urk—! I'm so sorry, that was my morning voice speaking. I-It's no excuse to be rude to you...

Home Tap 2: ''What about my shirt''? Um... It's big and comfy to sleep in. What does it say? ......How about we change the subject.

Home Tap 3: Grim says I'm even scarier than Leona-senpai when I get woken up from my sleep. Haha, there's just no way...! Right?...

Home Tap 4: Jack's memory is so good, I told him when's my birthday once months ago and commented what I would want for a present, and he remembered every last detail! T-That's very sweet isn't it..............What?

Home Tap 5: I was so sleepy this morning on my way to class that I bumped into Leona-senpai and almost tripped but he caught my wrist before I could fall. He then said it to consider his birthday present to me. W-what kind of present is that...!?

Home Tap - Groovy: What's with that stare? Did you expect me to sleep in a frilly nightgown? Haha, I guess I shattered your expectations. Do you still think I look cute?

Birthday Login Message: Hey, thank you for the birthday wishes. The guys in the board game club said they're expecting me there. What are those nerds planning...? Knowing Azul, he probably prepared some game in which I need to win in order to get a present for free. Idia got good taste though, so I'm sure he has something super cool for me like a custom game board. Spending time with them is never dull. Ah, but don't tell them I said this, hehe.