coffee collar

→ all that is gold (m)

Originally posted by chimtae


Sub!BTS collab

pairing → Taehyung x Reader

genre → roommate!au + sugar baby!au, smut, angst

warnings sub!taehyung, skype sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, possessiveness, slight breath play, oral sex, dirty talk, thigh riding, tae ends up sort of a switch? idk

☆ word count → 11.2k

☆ summary → As a college student struggling to make ends meet, Taehyung resorts to a less than ethical method to satisfy his appetite for expensive treats. The last thing he wants is for you to find out how he acquires the Gucci in his closet… however this proves to be difficult when you are his roommate.

or : Taehyung is a sugar baby and somehow thinks he can keep this a secret


☆ a/n → ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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zodiac aesthetics

{{you can also use your rising sign!}}

aries: red lips, lava, bicycling, jean jackets, combat boots, sunglasses, fireworks, concerts

taurus: oversized knitted sweaters, tiny houseplants, cafes, forests, candles, cozy homes, tea and dessert

gemini: writing notes on your arm, tattoos, chokers, colored hair, crop tops, pins on your backpack, piercings, polariods

cancer: lockets, the moon, the ocean, rainy windshields, glitter, flower crowns, ferris wheels, white fences, swirled ice cream

leo: red hair and freckles, fire, bloody knuckles, denim shorts, fireflies, oversized sweaters, lattes, aviators, leather jackets

virgo: collared dresses, coffee and books, vinyl records, typewriters, umbrellas, silk sheets, dandelions, rolled up pants

libra: blowing bubbles, bubblegum, cotton candy, roller coasters, snapbacks, flannel, dresses with cardigans, frappucinnos

scorpio: bloodshot eyes, cigarette smoke, lace tights, black coffee, winged eyeliner, veins, rainy parking lots, bruises

sagittarius: money jars, rope bridges, macaroons, lightning, pizza, carnivals, maps with desired destinations circled

capricorn: leather, antiques, coffee, the woods, dark lipstick, apartments, spices, brown eyes, picture frames

aquarius: the galaxy, aliens, balloons, mermaids, graphic t-shirts, gas stations, jellyfish, feathers, sunrise

pisces: fairy lights, gardens, watercolors, cloudy mornings, mascara, curtains, fishtanks, creamer

cosleia  asked:

Would you please write me a story in which modern AU Kylo/Ben attempts to court Hux in the most elaborate, roundabout way, until finally Hux, who has been incredibly flattered, loses his patience and lays one on him?

When in doubt, ask Google. 

Ben frowned at the list in front of him, a blog post that had gotten some insane number of hits. 10 Ways To Win Over That Special Someone. Well, clearly people were getting something out of this advice. He scrolled down. 

Make their interests a priority. Well, that made sense. Ben thought about what Hux’s interests were–getting drunk and talking about military history, his cat, good coffee from the artisan place down the street. Make yourself available to spend time with them. That made sense, too. Offer genuine compliments on things this person is proud of. Well, Hux maybe was a little too proud sometimes, but still, it probably meant more coming from someone else. Surprise them with gifts. 

So okay, he could do this. That weekend, when he went over to Hux’s place to watch a movie, he brought a few gifts based on the interests, which he was making a priority, yes he was. A book about the First World War, a gift card for the coffee place, a new collar for the cat, who was ready to bolt out the door when Hux opened it up to let him in. 

“Millie, go inside,” Hux almost whined as Ben tried to slip in with as little open space between himself and the door for her to escape through. “Hey, what’s–oh–” 

Ben had thrust the things he was carrying right into Hux’s chest, aggressive as a threat. “What’s all this?” Hux asked. “My birthday’s not until January…”

“They were just…things I saw. That I thought you’d like.”

Hux snorted. “You just happened to see a gift card to a local coffee shop that you can only get at the coffee shop when you don’t even drink coffee?”

Ben felt his ears go hot. “I mean, I eat pastries and stuff,” he insisted. “They have good croissants, you know. Anyway, if you don’t, uh, like them…I’ll take them back.”

“And buy croissants for yourself? What will you do with the cat collar?”

Ben frowned. He hadn’t considered how the lack of subtlety was going to fuck this up so badly. Suddenly, he just wanted to go home. Hux must have noticed the look on his face because his tone lightened. 

“Oh, Ben, I’m just kidding. I honestly wasn’t expecting, Jesus, such nice gifts. Especially since it’s not my birthday or Christmas or a special occasion or anything.”

“I wanted,” Ben said, following the blog post’s directive. “Uh, to let you know that I enjoy coming over and spending time with you. That’s all.”

Hux gave a strange smile.

“Can I be bold?” he asked Ben.

“Can you be–?”

 Hux pulled Ben by the collar, closing the already-small gap between their faces, so he could place a kiss of such perfect pressure and length that it seemed almost choreographed, like this was a scene in a movie he had rehearsed for much more thoroughly than Ben had. 

“I can’t tell if you’re terrible or excellent at flirting,” Hux said. “But I guess it doesn’t matter, since it worked.”

Ben wanted to think of some kind of Google pun, something about I’m Feeling Lucky, but he was dizzy with victory and could barely speak, particularly after Hux suggested they use the gift cards for breakfast croissants the following morning. “If, of course, you’d like to spend the night.”

“You are awfully bold.”

  • Hermione: I work hard. I do my job well. And I don't have a ten million galleon view of Manhattan that I enjoy while I sip espresso!
  • Draco: Why not?
  • Hermione: Why not?! Because I'm not supposed to. The amount of work I do equals certain things in the real world. Not cappuccino in the clouds.
  • Draco: Look, I will find out where the house elves buy the coffee if it's that important.
  • Hermione: It's not about the coffee!!!
  • Draco: I think it is.

were I to be getting into the Fantastic Beasts fandom I think I would have to favor a human disaster!Graves. Percival Graves is found, rescued, recovers somewhat to go back to work and Newt meets him a few months later and he’s like ‘???’ because the real Percival Graves keeps burning his tongue on his coffee and his collar is always wrinkled and he grumbles to himself under his breath and how did no one notice this man suddenly turned suave and slimy?

8

I solved our embezzlement scam. It’s a lapping scheme. 
It’s a way to siphon money.

White Trash

I walked into Starbucks to buy a pumpkin spiced latte to wake me up on my way to work in Prada. I told them that it had to be light soy milk with two pumps of caramel and an extra shot of expresso with no whipped cream and extra spice in a venti cup with an extra cup around it and a coffee collar so it would be burn proof. A man walked in behind me as I was pay passing my pink MasterCard. He was as pale, maybe even paler, than snow and was talking on a Bluetooth earpiece as he held his iPhone 7 in his hand scrolling through twitter.

I stood aside at the counter where they called out your name when the coffee is ready. I eavesdropped on the mysterious pale figure and heard his coffee order.

“A light soy milk with two pumps of caramel and an extra shot of expresso with no whipped cream and extra spice in a venti cup with an extra cup around it and a coffee collar so it would be burn proof. Thanks.”

He pulled out his gold MasterCard and held it up to the pay pass bit on the machine.

I stood in slight bewilderment as he had ordered the exact same latte as myself. He came and stood next to me to wait for his beverage, taking his Bluetooth device off and putting it into his left pant pocket. He was wearing grey sweat pants with a long sleeved black and white striped top and a long beige coat. Very hipster. Much sleek.

The Starbucks barista called out my name to say my coffee was ready.

“Order for Sharn.”

I bitterly strut to the counter, “It’s Cyan,”

I grabbed my drink and made a statement of flicking my hair as I turned to walk away. I was almost out the shops door until I heard an,

“Order for Gay-van.”

The well-dressed pale hipster man then strut to the counter and made direct eye contact with the barista, “It’s Jayden.”

I stood at the door and was sure to use flirty eyes with this ‘Jayden.’ He stopped in front of me (because I was blocking the door but I like to think he was astonished by my beauty) and our eyes met, I felt the sparks fly. He took his eyes off of mine and looked down at the drink I held in my hand. He looked back at me.

“What did you get?” He asked, his voice slightly raspy and strained.

“A light soy milk with two pumps of caramel and an extra shot of expresso with no whipped cream and extra spice in a venti cup with an extra cup around it and a coffee collar so it would be burn proof,” I answered, being sure not to break our gaze. “And yourself?”

He smirked and changed his facial expression to look dramatic as he said to me,

“A light soy milk with two pumps of caramel and an extra shot of expresso with no whipped cream and extra spice in a venti cup with an extra cup around it and a coffee collar so it would be burn proof.”

We shared a smile that neither of us could hide from the other.

“Do you have a moment to sit?” He asked, tilting his head towards a two seater table in the corner of the store, very sexily I must admit.

“Only if you do,” I responded and began walking to the area he had signalled to.

I sat down and felt my phone buzz in my pocket so I took it out to look at it. It was a new Haikyuu meme that was sent on my Just People group chat with two of my friends. I started laughing as it was a funny facial expression Kageyama had made and someone had managed to screenshot it.

“What’s so funny?” Jayden asked, as if he was actually interested.

“Oh,” I began, “Just a meme.”

I saw his eyes light up and begin to widen and sparkle. With great excitement he leaned out of his seat and across the table until he was only a brief few centimetres away from my face.

“You like memes?”

I let out an amused smile.

“Do people enjoy a cheeky Nandos?”

He smiled back at me and sunk back down into his chair, gripping his Starbucks tightly. I knew this was the beginning of something great. It was love at first meme.

idek-too-many-fandoms  asked:

(Au or not idc. Whatever you prefer) Steve is running late for something in the morning and forgets to take his collar offand Bucky notices but doesn't say anything. So when Steve arrives everyone is poking fun at him (mainly nat) and he is blushing.

The call for debriefing comes in at 4:38 am, just three hours after Steve had finally fallen asleep. Blearily he slid out of bed, being careful not to pull the covers off of Bucky.  Not that he’d notice.  Bucky had spent the mission cooped up in the tower because of a few broken ribs, so he had used the time to worry himself to distraction.  Which meant no sleeping for 82 hours straight.  Now the alpha was dead to the world after a rather passionate (if unfruitful) make-out session on their bed.

Steve stumbled out of the room, grabbing his pants off of the back of the couch and his shirt from the floor before leaning against the elevator button.  Did he really need shoes for this?  The debrief was only going to be the team and Phil meeting on the common room floor… And it wouldn’t even be that long…

At that moment the elevator opened, so Steve just slipped through the doors and hit the button for the top floor.  There were mirrors across from him in the elevator, but damned if he was gonna care about how sleep-deprived he might look.  It was Coulson’s fault for demanding a debrief this fucking early anyway. Besides, Steve was sure his team had seen him worse than this.

When the doors opened again he nearly ran into Sam.

“Hey man,” Sam slurred, obviously just as tired as Steve, “I was just comin’ down to get you…”

Steve just grunted and patted Sam on the shoulder as he passed by, making a beeline to the coffee pot he could see steaming on the counter.  He heard Sam come up behind him so he poured a second cup.

“So…” Sam started, “You’re pretty exhausted aren’t you.”

Steve huffed out a short chuckle as Natasha sauntered towards them.  “You’ve no idea,” he said as he passed over the cup. “Whose idea was this anyway?”

“Your alpha’s.  He wanted this done quickly so he could have you alone for the week,” Nat said with a meaningful glance at Steve’s neck.

Steve blushed and rubbed his hand over his neck, expecting to feel the sweet tingle of half-faded hickeys and bite marks. Instead his hand brushed against thick leather and he felt all of the blood rush out of his face.

There was no way…

He’d been so careful for so long, because it was frowned upon nowadays, but…

Steve was wearing his collar.

In an instant he felt a blush viciously overtake his face.   He was just about to bolt back to the elevator when Nat and Sam both started giggling.

“Aww, man, it’s not like anyone cares,” said Sam, “Just threw us for a second.”

Nat snorted “So you and Barnes really are old-school mated, huh?” She laughed as she grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter. “What a pair of grandpas.” She looked Steve up and down as she bit into the fruit and chewed thoughtfully. “It looks good on you,” she mused quietly, “You should keep it on.” Then her smile turned wicked. “I bet Bucky would just love that,” she said as she sauntered back out of the kitchen.

Steve’s blush couldn’t get any worse, but as he thought he realized that it might be worse to take the collar off. Bucky had been the only one to ever touch the clasp at the back – that had been part of the deal when they’d gotten their first collar.  Steve knew his mate would forgive him, wouldn’t even be mad, but he still didn’t want to break a promise to his alpha…

“It makes you feel safe, doesn’t it,” Sam said quietly.  Steve looked at him for a moment before nodding.  Sam took a few sips of his coffee and continued, “You’re gonna have to relive the mission in there, including the part where you were nearly shot in the head-“ Steve flinched and gripped his cup tighter “-so you might want to take all the comfort you can get.”

Sam headed in to the living area, leaving Steve to mull it over.  Sam was right though – Steve had been terrified by the near-miss and was desperate for the safety of being home. After pouring his second cup he headed after his friend.  

As he entered the living area he was met with a few stunned faces and Tony’s sarcastic “Lookin’ good, Mr. Barnes.” Followed by “You two are so in love it’s disgusting” from Clint, though he also seemed to be tearing up a bit.

Steve tried to hide his blush, but he was too flustered to think of a quick comeback.

Then Natasha sat heavily at the head of the table, drawing the team’s attention. “Everyone shut up, it’s cute.  Now Coulson, where do you want us to begin?”


Not pictured: Bucky having Jarvis play the living room feed as he lounges in bed, laughing evilly at Steve’s blush.

I figure Nat’s a bit proprietary over the right to tease Steve, sort of like a big sister ;D It’s a bit short this time, but I hope you like it :)

- Finn

🎅 Merry Christmas, Sherlollians 🎅
  • *8.30; 221B*
  • Molly: *knocking*
  • Sherlock: *opens the door, in his dressing gown; smiling* Molly! What a pleasant surprise. Do come in *stand aside*
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Morning...
  • Sherlock: *feigning concern* Is something wrong?
  • Molly: *folds her arms* You tell me. I wake up this morning to discover all of the presents missing from under my tree.
  • Sherlock: *mock surprise* Oh...dear.
  • Molly: *smirks* And here you are, ready and waiting. With coffee *nods at the coffee table*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* You're suggesting I broke in and brought your presents here just so you'd have company to open them?
  • Molly: No. Did you?
  • Sherlock: No.
  • Molly: *glances at the doubled pile of presents under his tree*
  • Sherlock: *gestures* Erm, elves.
  • Molly: *giggles* Thank you. I really needed this.
  • Sherlock: *nods* We both do. Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper.
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* Merry Christmas, Sherlock Holmes.