Soft and Sinful

|| Emmett Warren Winchester || 24 || Owner of Half-Bushel Cafe || Packless || Formerly from Baton Rouge, Louisiana || Southern Transplant || "Idle hands are the Devil's workshop" - Chaucer's 'Tale of Melibee' || Scholar of the Written Word and Dreamer of All Things Scented Sweet. ||

[lykosemmett]

question my kink: orgasm denial

No | Rather not | Maybe in a certain situation | Undecided | Okay | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know | What the fuck is that | Is that safe?

[lykosemmett]

What do you think is your sexiest trait?

Oh, my sexiest trait? I - well, I’ve heard, some people talk about my ass before, but I really like my eyes. I think they’re my best feature.

[lykosemmett]

Kink: Bondage

I, yeah. both ways. I really like the idea of being owner a lot, like a hell of a lot, but I’ve also had some thoughts about maybe...with some other people, being..the other side.

[lykosemmett]

Send me a kink, and I have to reply truthfully with:

No | Rather not | Maybe in a certain situation | Undecided | Okay | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know | What the fuck is that | Is that safe?

[lykosemmett]

How would someone fulfill your favorite kink?

Oh, I could never say such things - that would be indecent.

Well, it would start real simple, them coming back to my place and them just, kissin’ me, real rough, pulling me up. Then I would have dinner ready for them and serve them a plate of their favorite food and...and they’d push on my head to kneel next to them, and they would nudge me between their legs and slap their cock against my face and I’d take it in my mouth and just suck, lay my head on their thigh and keep them warm while they ate.

[lykosemmett]

3 guys you've got your eye on?

Oh, um wow. That’s sorta personal isn’t it? Avery, Cade and Charlie?..and Quint.

[lykosemmett]

when are you your most happiest?

Well, that’s a real easy answer anon. When I’m in the kitchen and I’m cooking or baking something for someone, even more so for someone I care about. There is nothing better then feeding someone you love.

[lykosemmett]

What's the deal with you and Mason, I mean you live together... so are you practically a married couple?

I mean, um - no. That would be the best answer. We’re best friends, we’ve literally known each other since we were in utero. I don’t know how I would live my life without him, but married...We’re not really like that.

[lykosemmett]

[antiquebakerycafe]

[lykosemmett]

Today’s Special: Strawberry Rhubarb Tart

[lykosemmett]

myersclaws:

the way the other moves is rather rapid, evidently the other didn’t mind the whole being bossed around thing— which charlie didn’t either, he just preferred it if you know he was NAKED and at the others mercy. then again he still is apprehensive and distrusting. “you don’t need to apologize man, you didn’t think you were gonna linger and I appreciate that.” beer bottle is brought back to his lips and he takes another sip. a chuckle at the following words, “it’s cool, I feel like i’d be ignorant to ask something like who doesn’t know what an apple turnover is but…. I believe it.”

blush doesn’t go unnoticed but nor does he pay mind to it, he’s just being himself. “whoa, whoa, you are making me hungry I am going to stop you right there. with a selection like that I most definitely need to stop by. what are your hours of operation? I might stop by for dinner tomorrow, and you’ll feed me the best gumbo in town?” they always say the best thing to a man’s heart is with FOOD, very true but also true for the way to his stomach. the omega was never one to turn down good food, he knew how to cook— but he’d never thought of actually making it career ; it always tastes better when someone else makes it. not always but usually.

question floors him, he’s always had a good taste in alcohol, then again a lot of what he’s been drinking since he was fifteen probably costs as much as a new car so he can’t exactly provide the cheapest options for drinks. “uhhh— that depends, do you want something really strong, lot of kick or something really sweet and smooth? then there’s always just beer.”

Emmett didn’t mind being bossed around, he was sued to following orders in a sense, sure he could make his own choices - but being ordered around fit into his own submissive nature. It made him feel warm all over to know he was listening to someone else. “Right, yeah, just trying to give things out and get people to try the product.” The blonde explained to Charlie, it sort of made sense as it is. The chuckle was nice, being around a happy person was nice, even more so after seeing how unhappy the other omega was when ha had come over. “Yeah, its a shame really, lot of people don’t know real food. They just eat processed food all the time, fast food burgers and either choose not to or aren’t given a chance to try real, satisfying, fresh made food.” Emmett explained, he’d seen it - experienced it a little - when he had been on the run.

“We’re open at seven am to nine pm on Monday through Saturday and then, on Sundays  we’re open from eight am to eight pm, though to be honest we’re usually open a bit earlier and later. At least for now, we’ll see how the days go and we may pick one to be closed, the least consistently busy.” Emmett explained as he looked to the other, smiling. “I do make a really good gumbo, get the trinity in there and make sure your rue is done right, too many people up north here don’t make their rue right at all.” Emmett said with a roll of his eyes, those silly northerners. Emmett just liked feeding people, sure he got paid to do it so he could live and such, but in the end, best part of it was the feeding of people and getting to know them and  touch people’s lives with something nice.

When Charlie mentioned different options, Emmett blinked he always forgot how much drinking liqueurs there were beyond what you cooked with. He hadn’t even been drinking when he had started moving and running so frequently. So, he wasn’t well versed with what someone ordered to drink. “Oh, okay - sure um. I don’t - let’s go with a beer, whatever beer he’s having.” Emmett said as he pointed to Charlie and the bartender nodded. Heading to bring one over.

[lykosemmett]

Hey! I love seeing so many new people around and I’d love to work with all of you! So come hit me up on messenger or, feel free to hit me up on this recent starter - here.

[lykosemmett]

oneeyed-quint:

Quint liked the market. He was a farmer deep down, aways being curious about fresh foods that could be made to be homey, but he was born to be a mechanic. He did, however, get almost all of his food from the market. He already had a bag of potatoes and onions, looking for the meat when he felt someone run into him.

The scarred Alpha, looking at the other with a gentle smile. “Ya fine.” he grunted out, shaking his head. 

Emmett had been so pleased with all of his finds. They would make amazing menu items for his cafe. all the different produce and even the fresh seafood. It was heavenly being back in a coastal area. The shrimp here - while not gulf shrimp - were still delectable and lobster was a plethora in availability here. Emmett couldn’t wait to mix in some lobster to his gumbo. It would make such a luscious mouthfeel. It was when heading for those, the crash and Emmett was well, flustered.

Hearing the southern drawl as he got up though, he couldn't help but smile as well. He recognized it. “Oh, Mister DeRoss. I’m so sorry, I should have been paying attention.” The blonde said, straightening himself out and checking his bags, thankfully, nothing was damaged in the collision between them. “Are your groceries okay? - if anything is damaged I’ll buy you new.” Emmett said, biting his lower lip. He truly felt bad for running into the wall of a man, thankfully his small frame didn’t lend to doing much damage.

[lykosemmett]

all-mishka: 

Anton stood off to the side a bit as he waited. The store was impressive. It was still really early, but he could only imagine what kind of crowd this place would bring. When the man spoke he looked over and uncrossed his arms so he could inch the cup and the plate closer to himself. “Damn right I like peaches.” Anton smiled wider and chuckled, “of course I’m sure. Not a lot of places offer that sort of thing, and hey I try to tip whenever I can. Helps out the community in small way and all of that.”

“Peaches are wonderful. I love them, peach tea is one of my favorite drinks.” Emmett explained as he spoke with Anton, it was nice, someone else who liked produce and seemed to care. The guy was alright which well, Emmett appreciated, hopefully no more grumpy gus customers. “Well, I appreciate it a lot Thank you.” Emmett said as he had put it back and walked over to the oven to turn and check the peach turnovers. They would be ready in a few more minutes, another two or three. They just need a nice golden crust to them. “Is there a closeknit community in the area?” Emmett asked.

[lykosemmett]

averylacroix:

For a moment, Avery could sense the other’s uneasiness and he slowly sent out some calming pheromones, not wanting the Omega to get the wrong idea - while he was looking at him, sizing him up, it was only to try and decide where best to start in the course of lessons. One needed to know what they would be working with, after all. But even still, he didn’t want the Omega to think that he had come to the gym, looking for help, only to be gawked at by an Alpha. So he kept his pheromones seeping around the air, collecting around them, he gave a smile and a nod. “Won’t be a problem at all. Follow me to my office and I’ll get you signed up for the lessons and for a membership, too, if you’d like.

Unstrapping the velcro from his glove, the Alpha pulled it off and sat it in the gym bag that sat nearby before letting his other come and join it, and he grabbed the bag before he gestured in a direction and began to walk. Looking over at the wolf as he followed him, he nodded in his direction. “So, you’re new around here, I take it? How’d you come to hear about our fair city?” 

As calming pheromones hit the air, Emmett inhaled them and it melted at his nerves. Senses of safe, comfortable, alpha protected pitched into him by what Avery did. It had been a long time since Emmett had let himself indulge in the pheromones and scent of anyone really, much less an alpha. Typically at the time it started, Emmett would bolt. It didn’t feel safe to be influenced, not when you were on the run. However, what Emmett was realizing was that now, here in this town. It was okay to do that, to accept the help. This place was going t be home. He could let his guard down, well - within reason. That smile though, bright warm sort of sealed the deal. Releasing most of the tension in his shoulders. “Yeah, that sounds really good. Yes, I’d like both of them. Private boxing and omega self defense. Thank you.” The younger agreed.

Once the alpha unstrapped and moved to leave, Emmett took in step to follow, next to, but a step behind from Avery. “Yes, just moved here a few weeks ago, but I’ve been doing some reconstruction work on my home and business, so it’s kept me busy until now.” Emmett explained as he looked around while they walked impressed with the facility. It looked very clean and had a lot of fancy looking machines. “Ah, well, really - to be honest we, my friend and I, were just passing through and something just - it clicked.” Emmett admitted.

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cadexdupont:

Out of all the places his feet had taken him this week, he’d made it a point to come back to Emmett’s at least once a day. He tended to get coffee at the beginning of his day and the end (and sometimes the middle) so if sometimes he passed it out of sleepy habit he was able to make up for it. it really was the best cup of coffee in town and that wasn’t even taking into account how warm the omega made him feel just by being in his cafe. he definitely had the hospitality thing down. except for today when he stumbled in to get his morning dose … he walked right into the door. confused, he reached out to try again and only then saw the closed sign and changed hours. well, shit. a rather large part of him wanted to just drop on the stoop and wait for coffee to be brought out to him whenever the store opened again, but he’d draw too much negative attention with the shape he was currently in.

tossing his hood up over his head and putting headphones in to hopefully improve his mood, he started on the jog back home, resigning himself to the mud he managed to create whenever he went near a coffeemaker. however it completely slipped his mind that it was sunday and that meant his usual route to his cabin was suddenly infiltrated with tents and noise and people. and fuck, fuck, fuck. he made a big mistake. heart starting to pound, palms growing sweaty, he immediately swerved to skirt the whole stupid market he’d landed himself in and only succeeded in smacking right into someone. his fear spiked but he still reached out to steady the other, recognizing the scent just enough to register not alpha before continuing his attempt at escape. 

Emmett didn’t see the point in changing his opening sign time since he figured with his time at the market at most he would be forty-five minutes late. Not that big of a deal - or so Emmett had thought, he had oped if anyone got there it wouldn’t take him long, even more so since the blonde was pretty much on his way home. He just had to pick up a few more things. Some fresh corn and to hit up the seafood vendor he had come across earlier in the market, but had wanted to go to last. At most he’d only be gone fifteen minutes and in that time, how much business could he really use? People would come to understand, Sundays’ he would open up late to make sure he got the best market ingredients to make his customers the best food. It seemed that simple.

Or well, until it wasn’t. With everything in mind, he had been working around his list and now, bam, the collision and Emmett was shocked. Before Emmett could even say much, the other seemed to be moving to run which made Emmett blink, only to realize that upon gathering his own things he found something of the other man’s - a wallet. Oh no. Opening up, clear as day was the ID which Emmett recognized. Cade Dupont, a regular at his cafe. “Cade! Wait!” Emmett called, but well he wasn’t expecting much of answer for whatever reason, maybe the guy was running late. The blonde picked up the wallet and started to jog in the direction the man went, keeping up when he realized it was directions toward where the man lived, the address on his ID. Once he got closer and could see the red head, Emmett called out again. “Cade!” He called once more, hoping to be able to return the wallet to him .”It’s Emmett!”

[lykosemmett]

All in all, the first week of opening for Half-Bushel Cafe had been fantastic. There had been a rather large chunk of foot traffic and some people had even shown up multiple times, or in some cases like Thomas had come every single day to come and get food. Heck, one guy yesterday had come in yesterday not just in the morning for coffee and a piece of pound cake, but the man had come back for dinner and being a large framed alpha, the man had eaten and eaten well. Leaving quite a generous tip, that and the flow of customers picking up meant Emmett was starting to run out of things he had been using - not to mention he wanted to just grab fresh things and keep the menu seasonal - which was why today, he had decided to open shop a bit late. It was Sunday after all so, Emmett figured people would be at church or waking up late from a long week and need of rest.

In that time though, Emmett wasn’t going to be resting, he followed information he had gotten from a customer, directions to a local farmers’ market he had yet to come to and boy, was the blonde impressed. It was a rather large affair and Emmett was sort of in awe, it was the biggest farmers’ market he had ever seen. He had wondered around, picked up some fresh berries and an amazing jar of fresh fig preserves which would go amazing with a fresh goat cheese tart he had wanted to try. The blonde was working on gathering other things, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small checklist he had made, whilst looking at it though, he wasn’t looking where he was going and well - SMACK. Emmett ran right into someone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”