The sound of meowing 🐾

the woke left: young and fashionable. visible tattoos. often enjoys matcha, lavender flavoring, oat milk, and cold foam. pretty decent customers.

sweet old man: drinks very sweet iced lattes, pays in cash, puts all of his change in the tip jar. sometimes orders hot coffee and i get scared that his shaky old man hands will spill it and he'll get burned but that has not yet happened and god willing never shall.

evil old man: only wants drip coffee and declares it ridiculous that any other form of coffee exists. some variants only want americanos and these variants are even scarier. watch out.

sweet old woman: might need her daughter's help to order but is very bubbly and open to trying new things. compliments baristas freely and frequently.

evil old woman: does not want coffee and only wants sweet tea or soda. will not tip even if she spends three hours in the shop repeatedly asking baristas to fetch things for her.

errand husband: either stiltedly recites an order to you or shows you the order in their texts/notes app. needs to step out of line and make a phone call if you ask any follow-up questions.

grindset girlie: always wearing scrubs, an apron, and/or a name tag. orders the exact same thing every day and knows the exact change she'll need to pay for it. her regular order is both extremely caffeinated and extremely sweet.

#mamabear: is actively wrangling two to four children while ordering. order changes repeatedly because the children cannot decide if they want a muffin or a cookie or apple juice or chocolate milk etc. for some reason these women are always wearing an article of clothing or carrying some personalized item that says "mama" on it.

schoolchildren: band of two to eight adolescents hanging out after school. extremely indecisive but generally quite polite and tip well.

amnesiac in love: grown adult who needs their partner to tell them what they like. gets asked a question about their own preferences and turns to their partner to answer for them. generally acts like a shy child looking to their guardian for behavioral cues if you try to interact with them and only wants to talk to mommy i mean their wife.

🎨saivurpeshu on x (@saivur)

Katsuki making you drink soup broth to help your sore throat, and it’s his homemade chicken noodle soup.

Katsuki making you herbal teas that are supposed to relieve your symptoms

Katsuki seeing you shiver under the blankets and going to get more. He ends up taking the blankets amd comforter off of one of the guest beds and moving it to the couch so you can be warm.

Katsuki snuggling with you on the couch even though you’re sick and using his quirk to help keep your warm

Katsuki hand feeding you because he doesn’t want you to lift a finger

katsuki is such an attentive s/o like he would know you were sick before even you did. gently grumbling to you about how you ‘shoulda just stayed at home like i toldya too.’ as he layers you up in blankets to sweat out your fever. he changes your water, makes you things his mum used to cook for him when he was ill.

to these small bullet ones and pale pink vibrator wands. then these seven inch black veined dildos, a purple five inch one with ridges, a six inch smooth mauve one and multiple with those clit rabbit heads. a rose, one he is unable to describe but he thinks is for your clit. these hot pink suction nubs for your nipples, a remote for god knows what, batteries and a load of wires. then a bottle of lube. a big one that’s half full. the least surprising item is the unwrapped box of condoms.

“what the fuck?” he utters and when you walk in behind him you laugh.

“no, not that drawer! the one below it!” you say, closing away all your toys and opening the other one, pulling out your white phone charger.

“you… you have so many,” bakugou breathes and he has to blink two more times than necessary to not imagine you using one. fuck.

you shrug, “not really. my friends gifted me some, some were on sale and some were recommended online.”

you’re so casual about it, the fact he found over fifteen toys beside your bed, roaming freely that it empowers him. he pulls out the drawer again. clears his throat.

“w-which is your favourite?” he doesn’t know why he’s stuttering. his dick is hardening by the second. you in the morning with the sunlight streaming in using that dildo with the rabbit head. or you in the evening after work on your bed, with the vibrator with the big head. you like when he rolls you on your stomach during sex, do you use your toys like that too? nipples pinched, dildo in, vibrator on your clit?

“oh my god katsuki. you’ve gone all red,” you giggle, placing your hand on his forearm to reach up to kiss the corner of his mouth on your tiptoes, “are you imagining me using them?”

“no,” he blurts, then roughly wipes his nose. he flicks his eyes down your body, “i do wanna see you use them. if you’d want?”

“you know we’re dating now? you don’t have to be so nervous talking about sex.”

you’re so confident, winking at him, still not closing the drawer. he imagines you cleaning them in your bathroom, wrists flicking down the plastic cocks, wet and soapy after orgasming minutes ago.

“i’m not fuckin’ nervous,” he looks at the drawer, then back to your smiling face, “use one for me. on your bed.”

you raise your eyebrows and he rolls his eyes.

“please.”