#cabernet x reader

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ok BUT shin and cabernet in their monster aus as the kraken and flytrap? double tentacle fucking??!! 🤤

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CW: Tentacles, double penetration, threesome, aphrodisiac poison usage from Cabernet, Kraken! Shin x Fem! Reader, Flytrap! Cabernet x Fem! Reader, Monster AU

OUHHHH I miss my Monster AU. I know the Researcher could hypothetically handle Kraken! Shin and Flytrap! Cabernet at the same time (she’s been through much worse orgies), but the combination of these two monster women would just suck the soul out of her 🤤

I’m just imagining the Researcher getting hauled up by one of Shin’s giant tentacles, dangled around like some cute toy while Cabernet’s mouth scowls in disdain. How dare this giant calamari take her little bug? Her vines (although much smaller than Shin’s tentacles), wrap around the Researcher’s leg possessively to try and tug her back.

You know Shin is having none of that though and will start pulling back also. Some of the Researcher’s clothes begin to rip off from the harsh pulling, and it isn’t long before she is just sandwiched between Shin and Cabernet, stark-naked. The two monsters begin wrapping their tentacles around her body, grappling her and getting quite handy in an attempt to lay claim on the human. Shin’s tentacles leave small suction cup marks on the Researcher’s skin, while Cabernet’s vines leave faint imprints from how tight she’s grasping her.

Then comes the best part. Shin is the first to attempt to worm a thick tentacle in the Researcher’s exposed hole. It sneakily smears a thin layer of slimy lubricant before teasing the Researcher’s entrance. Cabernet notices instantly, tensing up her hold as she uses one of her vines to try and bully the tentacle away from Reader’s cunt.

“Excuse me.”

“You are excused.”

Shin smirks deviously, like she’s trying to ragebait Cabernet before her muscular tentacles overpower Cabernet’s and successfully invade Reader’s entrance. The Researcher bucks back and moans, already feeling so full from Shin’s thick tentacles filling her. It’s not the first time the Kraken has fucked her full like this, but it is the first time she is doing it with a competitor.

Now absolutely seething, Cabernet nips at Shin’s neck which catches the Kraken off guard. Her thick tentacles suddenly slip out for a brief moment, and Cabernet seizes her chance to slide her own viney tentacles inside. The sudden intrusion of the Flytrap making room for herself makes the Researcher gasp out in pleasure, pussy now stretching to accommodate both the female monsters’ greedy tentacles.

Unlike Cabernet —who wants the Researcher all to herself— Shin doesn’t seem too threatened. She smiles at the Flytrap’s possessive flair and gathers herself, starting to thrust her tentacle in tandem with Cabernet’s. I imagine that although Cabernet’s vine tentacles are thinner and smaller than Shin’s, the makes up for it with her speedy and aggressive thrusts. Meanwhile, despite Shin’s tentacles being thick and muscular, she is quite the slow thruster, so each pulse feels like quite a punch.

With both these women just tentacle-fucking the Researcher simultaneously to establish dominance, all the Researcher could think about was writing this down for her Guidebook. She is probably the first person in the world to ever get fucked by a Kraken and a Flytrap, engaged in a mating war, so of course she has to write it down. As soon as she gathers her bearings. I fear that getting stuffed to the brim and getting manhandled by two greedy monsters would only lead to someone’s mind turning to mush. The Researcher could only loll her head onto Shin’s shoulder and drool from the satisfying plug of their appendages. Cabernet doesn’t do much to help either, her fangs leaning down to sink into the Researcher’s neck from behind, injecting her with that intoxicating poison that’ll make her crave Cabernet’s body later on…

Goodness, the Researcher would need quite a bit of help getting back to camp after this mating quarrel. Luckily Shin and Cabernet or more than happy to bring her back (though she looks like she got mind-fucked beyond belief).

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Since we've started talking about sending nudes here, I was thinking about sending nudes to Cabernet or Catherine. For Cabernet, I envisioned a nude where we're posing with a bunch of grapes, a beautiful and sexy pose, almost as if someone were painting our portrait. It would be almost the same with Catherine, but instead of grapes, we'd be posing with a hat and a sword.

I want to see both of these women drooling so badly (whether Cabernet is drooling over us or the grapes is something really worth finding out)

CW: Fem! Reader sending nudes to Catherine and Cabernet, implied food play with Cabernet

This reminds me of that trend on Twitter where girls would put books over their privates as a “censor.” This is similar to that but you’re using items related to your wife rather than just a book. The grapes for Cabernet is honestly really clever because imagine sending Cabby a pic of your naked lower half, and a cluster of her favorite grapes are just draped over your bare pussy. It looks so artistic.

I know Cabernet would be salivating at the image when she sees her two favorite things stacked upon each other. It’s her number 2 favorite food (the grapes) placed on top of her number 1 favorite food (your pussy). So just the thought of eating those grapes off your pussy has the food critic hurrying to get home. How dare you tempt your wife with such a scrumptious looking food combo? She wonders how well the flavor of the grapes would go with the flavor of your cunt. Oh, Cabernet is ravenous now.

“The grapes paired with your soft, succulent cunt?”

Cabernet sends a spam of drool emojis 🤤🤤🤤

“Why haven’t I thought of that before? Oh darling, I am begging for a taste ❤️”

For Catherine, I think it’d be really hot if you stole one of her spare hats and used it to cover your chest. Catherine would be busy at work when she sees the text message from her wife. Then upon opening it, her eyes widen with delight at the sight of you sending her promiscuous nudes. You had even taken one of her hats from her closet and used it to cover up your privates, making her shake her head at how mischievous you are.

“Cheeky girl,” she texts you, “Taking my things from my closet? Also you don’t have to cover up, I’ve seen it all before 😏”

But alas, the teasing seems to get to the General no matter how much she plays it off. She really wants to take a peak under that hat of hers, licking her lips at the vision of her wife’s breasts just hidden away. For the rest of the day, Catherine is somewhat distracted as she cannot wait to get home to her wife. You just had to be a little tease, did you?

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I saw your post about Cabernet, new skin and I have to say.

Her eating it sloppily is actually the correct way to, let me explain, i ate pomegranates like last week, when you open that pomegranate if it's ripe enough some seeds will fly out, hard to pick them up it's horribly wet and small, the yellow skin that holds the skin is super bitter so to avoid it you have to either hand pick the seeds (who are red and gorgeous but mostly wet and hard to grab without popping them of that sweet sweet red nectar) or well...Lick all over it with your tongue, use your tongue strength to pick the seeds in bundle or one by one with the tip of your tongue and savor the sweet natural grenadine.

All that to say what Cabernet doing to that pomegranate is not only the correct way to do it, but the hottest way since she is using precise tongue force to achieve maximum sweetness.

CW: Some sexual innuendos regarding food

This sounds like Cabernet trying to justify why she eats pomegranates the way she does, but it’s actually just an cheap excuse to hide the fact she was trying to seduce you /lh

You call her out on eating the pomegranate in a weirdly arousing way, and Cabernet gasps and pulls this explanation. I mean, I trust what you say about pomegranate-eating, anon. But this just feels like something Cabernet would say as a cover up for trying to flirt with Reader 😅

“What? Me trying to arouse you? No darling…this is simply the best way to eat a pomegranate. See…”

And she makes a show of messily eating the pomegranate slices once more, red juice smearing over her face as she makes eye contact with you. She even moans a little emphasize how good the fruit is, making the whole scene so erotic that you definitely know she’s messing with you.

Oh Cabernet, never change. If Reader were to follow her example and eat a pomegranate just as she did though, I’m sure Cabernet would be equally as wet. She seems proud that she taught you how to eat something “the right way” but really it’s just a lie to see you eat something so sexily. You swear you see her drooling when you erotically eat a pomegranate.

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Well made Steaks

Trope : Fluff

Summary : Your Girlfriend finally reveals you to the public

Notes : ITS MY BIRTHDAY, fluff, def slice of life, author is sleep deprived, author needs to delete insta and tok tik

Words : 1,231

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The Scene was filled with Reporters, Photographers and countless other vultures, circling the new Restaurant and -within a somewhat respectful distance- your car.

"Maybe this was a Bad idea."

Cabernet seemed rather unbothered by it all, with sunglasses perched up her nose and her calm, nearly bored posture, she was the embodiment of celebrity culture.

"Oh, don`t be worried.", she took the shades off, neatly put them on your nose, before Kissing it. "Just… be there and keep these on and they will love you as much as they love me, if not even more."

You played with your hair, which had been styled accordingly for the occasion. "Do you really think so?"

She nodded slowly, dropping back into her previous Position, just that her arm was wrapped around you now, drawing soothing circles into your skin until the limousine halted at last.

"Are you ready?"

Your Heart was beating to your throat and you felt sweat trickle down your brow. "No." How did you get to this stupid idea in the first place? The driver who was standing in front of the open car door seemed to grow impatient, as did the crowd. "You should go without me, I`ll just drive Home and-"

"Sweetheart.", she grabbed your face. "I know you are scared.", her thumb stroked your cheek. "But it'd be such a shame, I mean, your new dress and your hair." she curled a strand with a Finger, watching it back drop onto your shoulder.

She grabbed for the top of the door and the Cameras started shooting "But if you'd prefer to go home-"

"No.", you grabbed her wrist. "No.", you tried to ignore the flashes. "I… I was just scared, I want to come along."

She smiled. "Thought so.", she booped your nose to then stride out with her long legs and the Cameras flashed as if this was the red carpet. After the initial excitement, she stretched her hand out towards you.

You took it with a running heart and it felt as if the world slowed down, her helping you out, coming face to face with her, listening to the clicking of camera buttons behind you, the surprised gasps around you. She was the only one you saw for a moment, before the flashes calmed at last.

Your Girlfriend almost seemed sorry for a moment, you kissed her cheek out of reflex, the cameras got it, you blushed, Cabernet smiled.

"Getting brave now, aren't we?"

You looked down, following her lead towards the entrance, it felt incredibly long.

"I've known the chef for some time now. I went to her other restaurant openings."

"Aren't you afraid that, that might lead to allegations of favoritism?"

She glanced back at you. "I think we're way past favoritism by now.", she said and then she looked you up and down. You blushed as you kept holding her arm, passing other customers.

"Ahh, miss Cabernet, is this the secret guest you've mentioned?", you looked up at her in suprise as she nodded, covering her grin with one hand.

"Guilty as charged.", she admitted as she looked down towards you.

"Is that why there are so many reporters here?", you asked as you looked back down the staircase.

"Perhas something slipped me.", the Chef admitted, before changing the topic entirely. "But now, would you like to come in?", she asked. The both of you, the paparazzi took shots once again when she opened the great doors, wanting you inside.

Cabernet took you along. "That, was the hard part.", she said, taking your glasses off, along came the stress which felt like a ton, weighing down on your shoulders. "Now,", she helped you take your jacket off. "we get to enjoy the food."

"I just hope my stomach will calm down.", you say, holding the surface. "It feels as if I migth throw up."

"Just the excitement.", you helped her with her jacket also, other guests were doing the same behind you. "Give it a little and you'll be starving.", her hand found your waist as she gave the coats away to be hung in a seprate room. They really hadn't sh away from anything, huh? The Golden pillars and fish tanks filled with names you probably couldn't spell said as much.

"Do you like it?", she twirled you mid-way to your table, rig at the window. You smiled, you loved windows.

"Very.", a waiter pulled out the chairs and you sat down. "It's very… extravagant.", you looked down at the gold rimmed dishes. "And golden."

"I do like gold.", she leaned back in her chair, lazily playing with her hair.

You were busy with the table cloth as someone came by to greet you and hand you the menus.

"I feel like everyone is staring at us."

"We look good, of course they are."

You let your eyes hush over the crowd of filled chairs and several of the other customers heads dropped as if they had been caug. You blushed, hiding behind the menu, looking for something you mig like as Cabernet pretty much strolled through it.

"Something you'd recommend…?"

"Take a salad if you're still nervous, as for number forty-two, it's simple, you'll like it."

You flipped to the page, then smiled. "You know me.", you put the menu back on your plate as she was still holding hers, her finger dragging over the paper until she reached the last page, where it suddenly stopped. She shut the little book shut with a snap, which signaled a close by waiter into action.

"Number forty-two with a little salad and number three-hundred and five."

"It will be rig with you, Miss Cabernet."

"Take your time.", she said as she took your hand, you felt a tingle all over your body and blushed a little.

"I'll need to get used to this.", you said, rubbing your neck as she stroked the back of your hand with her thumb.

"You'll have to.", she said, taking your hand to her lips. "I want to cherish you in front of everyone.", she kissed it and you blushed harder, so much that you had to look away in fact.

She eased her teasing.

"I think I need to go to the restroom, do you want to come along?"

She nodded, already standing up, once you were too, bag in hand, she had her hand at the small of your back, leading the way. You ignored that this was her first time at the restaurant and gladly let her lead you away from all the prying eyes.

You took your first free breath when the heavy door closed. "It feels as if someone laced me into a corset, just that it doesn't fit my figure and, it's too tig…", you lean against the sink. "Not that you-"

She chuckled, grabbing your unsure hand. "I take no offense, I can only imagine that my spotlight is hard to bear.", she tapped her cane. "But you don't have to worry about carying it, you just have to stand by my side and look pretty for now.", her head crocked "I'll be taking care of everything."

You leaned against her. "That's impossible. You can't handle everything."

She gently pinched your hip. "Well, I can try, can't I?", you watched her place a kiss onto your cheek in the mirror.

"Now come on, our food must be ready by now."

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No alcohol ; No seafood ; No coffee

Trope : Fluff

Summary : Throwing up, mood swings, what could be a possible explanation?

Notes : it's EXACTLY what it sounds like. But not only. Sry guys I watched too many baby spa videos on the Tik tak, keep the birth rate low, ITS MY BIRTHDAY

Words : 1,218

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The worst part wasn't waking up in Cabernets new 'residence', which, no matter how badly she tried would still remain somewhat of a cell, nor was it your hangover, which you shouldn't actually have since you didn't drink that much at all, neither was it that you were naked, no, that felt pretty good actually, especially with your wife's hand resting on your spine, it was rather that putrid smell which made you sit up and hold your mouth shut. You felt tears form in your eyes when you ran over to the bathroom.

Soon you were hanging over the bowl, grabbing at its corners. It was toxic and wretched and disgusting.

You leaned your head on the white bowl, clipping your nose to loudly close the toilet before flushing.

"Fucks sake…" you mumbled, closing your eyes as your head leaned on the seat.

You barely noticed the footsteps on the tiles, you only truly realized that it was her when the smell of her shampoo nearly overwhelmed you, but in a good way, you wanted to pull her closer, hide within.

"Indulged too much?", you pried your eyes open to look at her, sitting there, beautiful as ever in a simple bathrobe.

"I didn't even drink that much…", you said, feeling her finger draw little strange signs on your back, food probably, grapes most likely.

"Happens to the best of us.", she put a blanket over your shivering body, kissing your crown. "Will you need help, getting up?"

You were shaking your head, slowly. "I'll wash out my mouth and then… I will join you again."

"Ok, sweetheart."

She left and you got up to look at yourself in the Mirror. God damn it you really did look like shit.

But anyways, you quickly washed your mouth out and went back under the blanket, next to Cabernet.

"I'll never do that again.", she adjusted the blanket over you, to then slip her warm hand back under again, trailing towards your lower back.

"It was a fun celebration though… the sinners here know how to party.", you lifted your head a little, watching her be a little… out of it.

"Cabby?"

"Hm?", she looked up towards you.

You crocked your head a little. "What are you thinking about?"

She sighed, removing the hand to stand up. "Breakfast, my love.", you watched as she was making her way towards the closet, brush all the fine attire until she got to her favorite which hugged her in all the right places. You watched her put it on, smiling, kicking your feet in the air.

"Now aren't you my favorite little voyeur?", she said and you got up, blanket draped around you.

"Yes.", you leaned into her as she fixed her hair and necklaces, her sleeves, now you were watching her in the mirror.

The timer on her clock peeped and she sighed. "They'll be waiting for me~ have I told you that they've made some accommodations to the food?", she cupped your face. "Do you want to come along? You know how I just love to show you off~"

You were shaking your head. "I'm still a little tired…"

She tilted your head. "You've been tired for some time now… moody too."

You felt some heat bubble up inside you, slowly you opened your eyes. "Now what's that supposed to mean?"

She blinked a few times, surprised at your tone. But that lasted for only a second. "Alright then, but do consider getting a check up, we wouldn't want you getting sick, hm? And you just threw up too…"

The sultry way she pronounced each word had you entranced and you found yourself nodding half-way in. How easy it was for her to calm you. "…I will go to the nurse and test some things."

"Perfect, I'll see you late then, my love.", she was gone after a quick kiss to your cheek.

"No, I just, I threw up just this morning.", you were kicking your legs, sitting on the table.

The Woman wrote something down, she was older, a little chubby. "And your period?"

"Didn't get it this month.", you tucked some hair behind your ear. "Just the stress, my Wife got detained recently."

She nodded again, clicking her pen.

"My Wife also mentioned that I am being a little moody."

"Any diagnoses?"

"Just ADHD and, well, they're kinda expecting autism, been for a while now. But that's probably not what you're talking about."

A drawer was opened and you heard the shuffling of papers before she handed you a test.

You huffed. "What, just because I'm a little moody, I'm pregnant?"

She stared at you for a while. "Just try it."

You sighed, but gave in with a few very annoyed mumbles.

Not even five minutes later you were standing back in front of her.

"I can't believe this.", you stared down at the test, the double lines. "Could you give me another one?"

She did. And it said the same. As did the next few.

"We can't keep burning away the pregnancy tests.", she explained as she rummaged through a drawer. "You continued getting your period, I suppose?"

You nodded.

"Some women may experience that.", she handed you a pamphlet, two, actually.

"This one contains your options" she taped the first one "and this is for when you want to continue the pregnancy.", she tapped the other one. "Basics, not prison specific."

You stared down at them, your hands shaky.

"Think about it- or talk about it with your Wife. Whatever you may prefer."

You stood in front of her desk, arranging everything- or well, trying. You switched the pamphlets around, put them left and right of the test, under and over and left and right.

You've heard of people who put literal buns in ovens for the metaphor, some do boxes- you've once heard about someone putting it into a sandwich… that most definitely would be a no. You halted shortly, looking at the pregnancy test, the pamphlets. This was rather sad, wasn't it?

"Darling I'm back."

You turned in shock, pressing yourself against the table. Which got you an immediate lean of the head from the love of your life.

"Are you… hiding something from me?"

You tapped against the table.

"Well… hiding doesn't put it, I just don't think it's a good way to tell you."

"Now you got me curious."

You bit your lip while being caught in a stare off with her. You stepped aside, looking down.

"I might now why I'm moody and why I threw up this morning."

She walked over in a few strides, leaning over all of it, skimming it with her eyes.

A gentle smile found her lips. "My, my"

She put two finger under your chin and lifted up your head.

"This is rather good news."

And she kissed you. While you were very confused.

"Cabby- you're in prison, what you are is not a secret no more it is hard to get by without you I don't-"

She kissed you silent. "All that can be fixed~ this is East-side, my love, people forget, and" she booped your nose. "we're rich, my love."

Her arms wrapped around your neck, playing with the hair of your nape. "The Franc line will be continued and you'll be fine."

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Might be incredibly OOC for Cabernet (apologies) but imagine if Cabby can't eat her wife out or have her milk so she just resorts to long make out sessions in order to fill her desire ever so slightly.

Obviously it's not her wife's pussy, but she's healing!! So Cabernet's tongue tasting her wife's tongue will suffice for now.

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Cicadanonymous

CW: Sloppy makeout sessions, brief mentions of pussy eating, milk drinking and lactation kink, Cabernet and Reader have a baby

Oh Cabernet, unable to taste her wife’s milk, unable to eat her wife’s pussy, the woman is starving. At dinner, she picks around at her food because despite it being her favorite dish, all she really craves for is the taste of her wife. I assume she can’t eat her wife out because her wife is still healing from the birth, and the milk is self explanatory because that’s being hogged by the baby.

Well, there’s only one solution to this problem and although it isn’t entirely satisfactory, Cabernet still enjoys it to the fullest. Your sweet, warm mouth will have to do for the next few months of your recovery. Cabernet is greedy when she makes out with you, sliding her tongue into your mouth and sloppily licking at your lips for more. She doesn’t care if it’s undignified of her to kiss you until her lipstick smears, she needs to suppress her urges for you one way or another, and your mouth is the closest thing she can get.

The makeout sessions are long though, borderline minutes upon minutes of nonstop tongue action. You aren’t sure if she’s kissing you or just eating your face at this point, but judging from her groans of brief pleasure, she is enjoying it.

I imagine your kisses and makeout sessions are like tiny little appetizers for Cabernet though. Tasty, but not fulfilling. There is only so many appetizers Cabernet can eat before she craves for an entree…

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Crispy Smashed Potatoes at Midnight

Trope : Fluff

Summary : Not being able to fall asleep, your Fiance decides to make you a meal

Notes : More fluff, I'm a fluff author now ig, cooking, failing at peeling potatoes, cooking, that warning is a fucking LIE

Words : 1,338

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Cabernet Franc.

Well renowned Food critic, the Princess of her family, the richest person anyone in this city could think of, was your fiance.

You were still staring at the ring she's given you, it wasn't as pompous as one might imagine, but it still glittered entrance like under the warm kitchen lights, pulling you in.

Judging from the ring, Cabernet knew you, judging from the proposal, Cabernet knew you even better. It hadn't been a grand thing, no ballrooms, no party and no gowns. Instead, she'd rented one of the most well renowned restaurants in the city for one evening, as she so liked to do, and had a waiter hide the ring in one of the wine glasses, not without threat of course.

She'd watched you expectantly as you slowly drank while ranting about one of your stupid friends.

"It's just so unfair, you know…" you huffed, swirling the wine. "She can never admit that she's wrong, she just HAS to be right, always. And whenever you're like, wrong about something she treats it as a 'Gotcha' moment and turns all condescending…" you sighed then. "Sorry, I'm ruining our date."

Cabernet shock her head, taking your hand in hers. "No…but it'd rather hear about how you think the wine tastes~"She hummed.

You took another sip, let the flavor spread in you mouth a little before swallowing it, analyzing the aftertaste with a furrowed brow. "It's… a little metallic.", you explain as you continue draining it, trying to find the source. "Is it… special?"

"You could say so.", she hummed as she drew little rings into your hand.

You looked at her off smile, but still mumbled your okay.

The ring at the bottom came as a surprise, leaving you confused until you fished it out. You stared at it for a while, then at her, then back to the ring.

"Cabernet?", you whispered.

She took it from you, holding it in her open palm.

"Is that a yes?"

"Is this a proposal?", you blinked at her, taken back a bit, but only a bit.

Something appeared in her eyes, an uncertainty. "Would you like it to be?"

You'd repeated your yeses several times which made her grin and then, she put it on your finger as fireworks exploded in the far away background, somewhere on the water.

She was still Cabernet Franc, after all.

"…love?", her voice reached your ears and you looked up with your eyes blown wide, as if she'd just pulled you out of a dream.

"I just called for you three times.", rather than offended, she seemed amused, with her one hand she was holding that smug grin of hers while the other was playing with the tie which held her bathrobe together.

You shrugged. "Got lost in my reflection.", you gave her the stereotypical pose of showing one's ring off, the one you see in all those well polished pictures on the socials with the stereotypical red heart comments and the I'm so jelly!!!!!'s. You'd have never taken yourself the be the woman taking the photo.

She took your hand in her own, running her fingers over the small diamonds. "But you do like it? If you don't-"

You took your hand back, holding it close to your body now. "No, its mine now, no backsies."

You were so adorable… it made her chuckle. "Of course not."

All of a sudden she placed a pot in front of you and presented a peeler.

You looked down on it as if it had offended your entire bloodline. "What. What's- what's that? What do you want me to do with that?"

"Peel potatoes.", she stated. It was the obvious and yet, you felt like the object of ridicule.

"Why?"

"Don't be like that~" she bopped your nose and you reacted like a confused cat, backing up a little, giving her a half hearted sneeze. "You know how to peel potatoes after all. And I need to make a phone call."

Before you could say anything she had turned her back on you, typing something into her phone. "I'll be back in fifteen.", she promised, looking back, before dissapearing behind the corner.

You sat there, dumbfounded, with a peeler in your hand and a deadline of fifteen minutes for six potatoes. Perhaps Cabernet did NOT know you. Well, so far she's only ever asked you to taste test and not to actually help her. This was her craft after all, it meant a lot to her. You looked back down at the peeler and then the potatoes. Encouragement toppled you over and you grabbed the first brown ball.

You could do it.

Turns out ; you couldn't do it.

Your former encouragement has failed you to extreme measures, making you accidentally cut yourself and even drop a potato in the process, you cleaned it up right after, knowing that you would take this secret to your grave.

When Cabernet came back you were on your third potato.

The only thing which made a sound was the culinary drawer, where she took another peeler from to support you.

"I'm sorry that I can't peel potatoes."

She stopped for a second, her elegant fingers holding the slippery yellow ball, she had it in her fine grasp. "You can peel potatoes.", she said, looking down, concentrating on her work. "It just takes you more time, and all good meals take their time."

You smiled, despite yourself as you started with the sixth, and last, potato. All of a sudden she took your hand, wiping the blood away.

"Why didn't you say anything?", she scolded as she dragged you behind her, the peeling forgotten.

"I don't know.", you say honestly, waiting as she pulled band aids out of a cabinet.

"It's real hard to get blood out of silk, sweetheart.", she said, referring to your own tailor-made robe. It looked just like hers, a creamy yellow with branches of a cherry blossom tree sticking out of one corner, so it was artistic too. Cabernet Franc wasn't one for couple shirts, but robes pr dresses? She'd shower you in them if you wished for her to do so. You'd call her corny, but what is she to do, with all the wealth of the world on her hands?

"Sorry.", you mumble and she pressed a quick kiss to your wound before returning to the silver pot and finishing the task on her own.

Soon you were leaning against the sink, watching her pull out the spices and flavors, the sauces. Watching her working her magic, basically. She was a good cook, even when her eyelids were dragging downward and her movements were inspired by sleep.

"Come here.", she called once and you followed, standing on tip toes as you put your head onto her shoulder.

She blew some air on the full spoon, before leading it up towards your mouth and you nearly moaned into her ear at the taste. "Hmm, you're amazing.", you say, kissing her cheek as she moved away, leaving you to grab the portion.

You happily bounced back to your seat, eating while walking, walking while eating as she followed.

"It seems my method of tiring you out didn't work.", she observes, watching you kick your feet.

You shake your head. "Maybe… maybe you were just not putting your back into it.", you tease, or tried to, watching her furrow her brow. She then reached out, pulling your robe a little to the side, exposing part of your chest which was marked with bites and hickeys.

"I think I devoured you good enough.", she let go, leaving you to finish your meal. The clock on the oven peeped, it was three in the morning now. "Come on, hurry."

"What kind of call did you have to take so early in the morning?"

"The business never sleeps.", she responds cryptically, before taking away your empty plate.

You yawned.

She smiled.

"Let's get to bed."

And who were you to say no to Cabernet Franc?

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Bathing in the Pleasures of Wine

Trope : Fluff

Summary : Cabernet and you bathe after a failed Garden Party

Notes : ADHD reader, suspected autism reader, you can still read it if you don't have either, crying, romantic fluff, Cabby is drinking something, Overstimulation

Words : 1,146

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Dark clouds had been pulled over the previously clear blue sky like curtains and it was already starting to drip down.

The party had found its place under the glass ceiling of the greenhouse, watching over the ruined decorations, hanging down in sad smiles, similar to your own.

Cabernet reached up towards it, wiping the corner of it, as if that might get rid of it.

"How annoying.", she stated, her eyes on the rain as her fingers tapped on her cane.

"Seems as if this party fell into the water.", someone behind you joked, just loud enough for you to hear them.

Cabernet gave a polite smile, giving everyone the permission to laugh and they ate it up, just not you of course, preferring to hide your face in her arm instead, she looked at you, before leaning her head to the side slightly. "Are you alright, dear."

"I wanna go home.", you confess. "My feet hurt from the heels, the dress is itchy, I'm wet, everything is loud and I can't stand all of this fake laughter anymore."

She sighed, putting your head as she leaned down. "I'm not in the mood for anymore of this either.", she breathed a kiss onto your temple, before turning to the party. "My Wife and I shall take our leave now, she isn't feeling well.", she said while pronouncing that usual drag in her voice with some extra favor.

Understanding coos came from around you.

"But Miss Cabernet, you might get wet."

She chuckled, holding her big sleeve over your head. "Oh, I can live with that."

They continued with their admiration. "Miss Cabernet is amazing" "So noble" and what not, all the boot licking… it made you grab your head, usually it wasn't this bad, your headaches, you mean, not the bootlicking.

"Sorry.", you said while entering the car behind her, just a bit later. Your driver came quickly, heeding her call.

"For what?", she smiled. "You gave us a great excuse to leave, I'd have to thank you.", she pulled you closer by the waist and put you on her lap to kiss your cheek. "So thank you, beautiful."

You hummed, leaning back while wringing out your wet dress, over the whole drive she'd hear you complain with a pout on your lips, already working on getting your delectable smile back.

Returning to Cabernets home was like a breath of fresh air and the moment you stepped into the grand entrance, you knew that you were save and already had to wipe a few stray tears away, just now getting aware of the exhaustion which had settled over your bones.

This week seemed to have taken much more of your energy than anticipated.

"Oh what's that now?" Cabernet approached you after finishing a talk with her butler, hearing your soft sobs. She palmed your face, wiping your tears away with her thumbs. "Crying because of a wet dress? That's an easy fix, sweetie."

"It's not only that."

"What else is there."

You look up at her, a little clueless on how to express it, then you start crying again.

She hummed, putting her hand against her head with a smile. "I had a bath prepared for us.", she explained as your sobs evened out again.

"You did?"

"With pleasure.", she bopped your nose gently, before putting her hand onto the small of your back and leading you through endless corridors before finally getting to her room where you undressed, though it felt moreover like a dream than anything real… and yet you were not tired, though the warm water where you slowly started slipping into would beg to differ.

"Are you falling asleep?" Cabernet grinned as she watched you doze off here and there, while holding her elegant wine glass.

You shrugged. "The water is nice and warm.", you blinked slow like a cat. "Is all."

Her grin furthered as she took a subtle sip. "But I'm wondering… did it have to do with any of the other events we attended, this week?", she asked, putting the glass to the side, her full attention on you.

"I think… its that we, or you, always gather a lot of attention." you watched your legs intertwined under the water. "And, you know, putting effort into looks and the Make up, the dresses, the pick up…" You then shock up, putting your hand on her knee. "But it's not that I don't like it, I do but… those were more events than usual."

She was still watching you, still smiling. "Come here.", she reached her hand out towards you while adjusting her legs, you took it, thinking nothing of it, only for her to pull you quickly into her lap. "You are cute.", she placed her lips on your cheek and you only saw red for moment. The red of her hair that is. "I could just eat you up.", and then she actually bit your cheek a little.

"Cabby-!", you squeaked, feeling the water slosh around you. "The water-"

She giggled, letting your cheek go, watching you fumble as you regained your composure and adjusted your position. "You're impossible…"

She stuck her toung out at you.

"Ugh…", you put your head above her chest, feeling the water tickle your chin. It was silent for a while and when you closed your eyes, you were able to smell the subtle Lavender smell which the candles emitted. Your Girlfriend wasn't one for any of the kind, she preferred the white clean sticks, maybe the red ones, but when she learned about how much they'd calm you down, she had some of the highest quality bought and put at least one in every room.

"You wouldn't have a lot of these issues if you just moved in."

That made you open your eyes again. "Cabby… we've been together for like six months-"

"Actually ; it's been nine months, three weeks and two days, and counting. But do go on."

You squinted your eyes at her. "Well… doesn't change that it's way too early! We- we don't know that much about each other yet-"

She had her fingers dance over your arm. "When was the last time you went home?"

You actually had to scratch your head at that. "Like... last weekend, but-"

"And where are half your clothes?"

"In your closet, but only because you bought them!"

She crocked her head at you in innocence. "Darling, you're already living with me~ moving in would just make it official~"

You sucked a breath in. "I also just need my own space from time to time…"

"We've enough rooms that aren't in use."

Out of protests, you stay silent.

"Is that a yes?", she asks.

"It's an 'I think about it'.", you correct, trailing her collarbone as she started to grin smugly.

"That's good enough for me."