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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 8 months

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Loving You ( NSFW

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Larissa Weems XFem!Reader ( NSFW AND FLUFF )

WARNINGS: cunnilingus, fingering, mentions of Larissa's stress etc etc

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Nevermore Academy was notorious for its current death rate at the moment, it all started with the Rowan Laslow incident involving Wednesday. Larissa was already keeping an eye on Wednesday, now she had to monitor her in case something else goes wrong. To say that Larissa was exhausted would be an understatement. As her wife, you would do anything to see her bright and pretty smile again.

You tried to make her happier by giving her little notes in her lunches, bringing lunch from the Weathervane to her because the poor woman would not eat — she is too busy. When Larissa would return home, you would pamper her with a lovely bath, adding her favourite salts. You would help with her facial routine and brush through her hair. But none of these things seemed to soothe Larissa. She was always deep in thought — not really there.

On that note, before Larissa got home, you decided to light some candles in the bedroom and get dressed in a very revealing set of pyjamas. You heard the door open and close. Immediately, you sprung to your feet and greeted Larissa at door.

" Hey Ris." You smiled and hugged her.

Larissa hugged you back, mumbling a greeting. " Hi."

" How was your day? Did things improve?" You asked, pulling away from the hug and holding Larissas hands.

" I can see that things are improving but it's so gradual." Larissa sighed and pulled you in for another hug.

" I see. Well, darling it will get better. Okay? I'm here for you and I will ensure that I get to see you smile again."

Larissa smiled slightly and pecked your lips. " I need to clear my head." She whispered, kissing your lips again — this time more passionately.

" I have the perfect solution. Darling go lie down on the bed, I just want to pour you a glass of water." You responded with a mischievous smile.

Larissa blushed and practically rushed upstairs to the bedroom. You poured you both a glass of water and returned upstairs where Larissa sat on the edge of the bed.

" This is lovely." She said with a smile.

" I was hoping you'd say that." You giggled and placed the water down, coming to stand in front of Larissa as you took the pins out of her hair.

Running your fingers through Larissa's hair, she let out soft sighs of approval, relaxing into your touch.

" Can I relieve the stress?" You asked in a whisper, watching as Larissa's platinum locks fell in waves just below her shoulders.

" Please." She whispered with a nod.

You immediately got to work, gently unclipping Larissa's necklace and earrings, placing them on her vanity. You unzipped her dress and she stood up, letting it fall to the floor. Her stockings were thrown across the room, as well as her knickers and brassiere. Only the stars knew where they landed. You spent a while admiring how Larissa's pale skin illuminated in thr candlelight.

" You're so beautiful." You whispered, cupping Larissa's cheek and pulling her in for a kiss.

Larissa melted into your touch as you began peppering kisses over her rosy cheeks, making her wrinkle her nose and smile cuteky. You trailed these kisses down her neck and sucking on her sweet spot while bringing her to lie down on the bed. You kissed down her stomach, she was breathing heavily now and there was a desperation in the air, compelling you to move faster.

You didn't tease Larissa like you normally would, she needed you now. As a result, you immediately slipped two fingers through her folds, spreading them slightly before attaching your mouth to her clit, making Larissa groan out in approval.

" Please, baby." She begged quietly, her head tilting to the side.

You smiled, spreading Larissa's legs more so you could get comfortable as you sucked on her, bringing your hand up to her core, collecting the slick. You entered one finger inside of her, pumping in and out in slow motions. It had been a while since you and Larissa had sex and the deprivation was evident when you found that Larissa's walls squeezed tightly around your fingers.

" More." She moaned. " Faster, dear, please."

You happily obliged, adding another digit as you quickened your pace with your mouth, occasionally letting your tongue swipe across her clit, causing her hips to buck ever so slightly.

You didn't have to be told to go faster, Larissa was getting close to her high, you noticed this and ignored the strain in your hand, thrusting your fingers deep inside her, making her moan even louder.

" Baby, I'm going to cum." She moaned, gripping the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

You swiped your tongue over her clit again, swirling around the bud while curling your fingers up into her, hitting that sweet spot. You felt her walls clench around your digits and Larissa reached her peak, letting out a strangled moan as her legs threatened to close around your head. You looked up through your eyelashes to see Larissa's mouth slightly agape, her cheeks turning pink as she rode out her high.

Eventually, Larissa's breathing began to level as she came down from her high. She let out a little chuckle and rested her head on the mattress.

" Thank you, dear." She breathed out.

" Are you okay? Let me clean you up and run you a lovely bath." You said, concern laced to your tone as you rubbed her arm with care.

" I'm fine, thank you honey.". Larissa replied

You went into the bathroom to clean your face and hands before coming back to Larissa with a damp grey washcloth.

" Spread your legs for me." You whispered softly.

Larissa obeyed you and you cleaned her up gently before placing a kiss on the small mound of her stomach, making Larissa smile slightly. You began to run the bathwater, returning to Larissa. You lay down beside her and peppered kisses over her face, making her giggle slightly as she closed her eyes.

" I love you so much. I don't like that you're so stressed. At the end of this semester, we're taking a little holiday." You said, wrapping your arms around Larissa's waist and hugging her.

" I love you too. And I would adore a little holiday." She smiled, cuddling into you.

" You deserve a break." You kissed Larissa's crimson lips and she kissed you back, pressing a kiss to your cheek, leaving a lipstick stain. You giggled and noticed that the bathwater had been running for a while now.

" Let's get you in the bath." You said.

Larissa nodded and followed you to the bathroom tiredly. You turned off the tap and tested the water, seeing that it was okay. You helped Larissa inside the bath, she lay down in the tub and you got the shampoo and conditioner out.

" Oh, darling you don't need to do that." She said, interrupting your actions by taking your hand.

" Rissy, let me. You have had a long day and I love loving you." You smiled with a small chuckle.

Larissa finally gave in and ducked her head under the bath, coming up and wiping the water off her face. You shampooed her hair, lathering it in and massaging her sculp in the process. She hummed happily, inherently tilting her head back. You turned on the shower head and helped get the water out of her hair as she laid back more in the tub.

You added the conditioner and did the same thing before getting the body wash and washing her body.

" After a long day, it really is a treat to come home to someone like you." Larissa mumbled happily.

" I'm so glad I married you. I love you so much and it is an honour to be with you." You kissed Larissa's cheek and she looked at you, her sapphire eyes full of love and care.

" I'm glad I married you to." She chuckled.

After her bath, you dressed Larissa in a set of comfortable pink and blue cupcake-print pyjamas. You put a headband on her head to pull the hair away from her face. She sat at the chair by her vanity, as you did her facial. All her eyemakeup was removed, as well as her lisptick, revealing her naturally pink lips. She looked so soft and so angelic — so at peace. You finished her facial and took Larissa's hand.

" How about a later dinner and some hot chocolate?" You asked.

Larissa nodded with a smile, getting up and following you downstairs. She sat on the counter in the kitchen as you made hot chocolate, she eventually snuck a tiny marshmallow or two from the packet to snack on which was utterly adorable. You served the dinner and brought it to the living room. Larissa took the hot chocolates from the kitchen and followed you.

" Why aren't we sitting in the dining room?" Larissa asked.

" Because it's cold and I was to cuddle with you under blankets while we eat." You admitted with a small smile, making Larissa laugh and sit down with you under a blanket. You both drank your hot chocolate and ate your dinner, talking about anything but Nevermore. Larissa loved speaking about literature, she appreciated art, she absolutely adored poetry and would randomly recite Plath, Dickinson and Sappho on a daily basis, out of the blue. She could ramble on for hours about her favourite things and you loved listening to her, because you loved how passionate she was, how a sparkle in her eyes appeared as she monologued about Amelia Earhart and history. As much as Larissa loved Nevermore, it drained her of energy and at the end of a long day, she wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you. You rambled on about ypur favourite things too and Larissa was always there to listen, she was always there. She stayed and you loved her like she loved you.

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viburnt · 4 months

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PUPPY BOY! AU HEADCANONS PART.2

Part 1

Tagging the babes: @shonen-brainrot @dabislittlemouse @angelshimaa and @shionancientsblog

Remember I'm still working on this AU so feedback is appreciated

Deku + Maltipoo

• Maltipoo is a hybrid breed resulting from the mix of a Maltese and a Poodle. And who was born quirkless but got a Quirk transferred? Deku! Which to some extent makes him a hybrid too. Both are highly intelligent and friendly breeds, which suits Izuku very well!

• Izuku radiates Crusty white dog energy, there's no way to deny it, and this breed is part of that group. He has a sweet, caring and friendly personality, but he is also VERY emotional. Cries a lot, he can't help it. Maltipoos also have very fluffy fur, which matches Izuku's green hair.

• This puppy boy was practically protected and pampered by his mom; Inko always brushed his fur after baths! However, just like any other Maltipoo, Izuku adapts easily to any environment and challenge. He also has quite the intelligence and memory, making him the perfect puppy boy for almost any task. Appropriate, considering Izuku is progressively learning to control all his powers and molding himself to the needs of his missions.

• Did I mention Maltipoo puppies befriend practically anyone? *ehem* Just like Izuku befriended [insert list of pretty much any student at U. A]

• Oh, you want to put a doggie collar around his neck? Go ahead! Even when the skin of his cheeks and ears get all red with embarrassment, he loves it. Push a little further, and you'll even be able to hear him whine for attention.

• Needy, so, so needy. Pet his ears and he'll be melting! Play with his hair and he'll fall asleep on your lap.

“Are we gonna hang out today?” Izuku asked, tail wagging effusively at the promise of an evening by your side. You smiled apologetically, excusing yourself. “Sorry, Izu, today I have some work left to do. Maybe another day?”

The puppy in front of you pouted, begging with a pleading face. “Please, please, please! I- I brought my favorite All Might DVD,” Izuku said, his hands gently tugging your shirt. Sighing, you gave up; how were you supposed to win against someone that could quite literally pull puppy eyes on you? “Maybe we can binge-watch it while I work.”

Izuku's lips stretched in content, yapping a sweet “Thank you!” as he walked by your side. “We can lay on the couch, and I'll make sure to recap everything you missed while you weren't paying attention!”

Todoroki + Siberian husky

• I had some trouble deciding which of these breeds fitted Shoto more. On one hand, he could be a Doberman like Dabi, after all, they come from the same dad (like it or not). Enji would've cut his ears and tail too to make him more imposing, and dominant-looking (trying to mold him to his image), leading to Rei burning his face and, well, Todoroki trauma. On the other hand, Siberian huskies already have plenty of traits in common with Shoto.

• Siberian huskies have a stern and serious aura around them, specially at first glance. Their deep gaze and icy blue/light gray eyes manage to allure anyone, not to mention is one of the breeds that has more common cases of heterochromia. We all know how Shoto debuted as a “I'm not here to make friends” character but, in the end– just like this breed –Shoto proves to be friendly and silly with the right people.

• He has very soft big furry ears, and a fluffy tail curled upwards; the fur is white and brown/reddish and matches his hair almost too perfectly. Shoto also has massive canines that he tends to bare when he is truly pissed off or stressed.

• Like many huskies, he is smart and has a lot of stamina. You need to keep this particular puppy mentally/physically stimulated by either showing him new tricks (e.g. Simple science experiments or DIY tutorials) or burning that energy (e.g. Teach him how to play Just dance!)

• Sheds, a lot. Help him brush his fur because otherwise you'll be dealing with random dog hairs in your room. Oh, he also has trouble communicating in general! Which is funny considering how Huskies don't bark like normal dogs, they kind of howl and cry.

• Shoto is a very odd puppy, but a great listener if you ever need to talk.

“And you're supposed to put your left hand on a red circle. Like this!” You said, bending and twisting into a rather uncomfortable position over the Twister mat. Shoto had been aching to play with you for a while, begging - in his odd way (which was standing in front of your bed until you noticed him) — to learn. “I see, so the cardboard thing dictates which limb you move and where you put it.” He said, kneeling to your level as you plopped on the mat.

“Yes, exactly! The last one standing is the winner,” Shoto heard you add, nodding at tour words with seriousness. “Just make sure to keep your tail tucked, we don't want another sneezing accident…"

Shoto unconsciously whined, dropping his ears like a scolded puppy. “Sorry, I didn't mean to make everyone fall with my fur.” The first time he had tried to play, his tail and ears tickled everyone's nose, making the complex knot everyone was tangled in collapse. “It's OK, Sho, it happens.” You smiled sympathetically.

Shigaraki + Rottweiler

• It was suggested that Shiggy could be a Corgi by the lovely @shionancientsblog , and while it would be a cute idea (specially when he had one as a kid), I think Shigaraki's evolution as a person makes him fall under the category of a “problematic breed”. Rotties are great family dogs in the right environment, they are friendly, caring, and playful; sadly, we all know this puppy boy didn't have a good family. Shiggy was neglected and abused as a baby, and he eventually bit the hand that was supposed to take care of him! So, like many dogs when they bite, he was cast away and tagged as a danger. A kind puppy turned into a crazed dog by the hand of the wrong handlers.

• He has short floppy ears with black fur, matching his original hair color. The tail is black as well, but it was cut by his father to “avoid accidents”. Shiggy's fur, however, changed in color the same way his hair did.

• Wears a spiked collar, a gift granted by A.F.O to avoid using his quirk on the skin of his neck. He doesn't like it, but knows it's for the best.

• Rottweilers are also known for acting on impulse and being childish (borderline being messy or confused as aggressive) when they have no guidance. Shiggy had the same behavior when he first started his villain life, but with the right training, he learned to focus his energy on a specific target. Trained to bite on command.

• When he gets involved with you, however, you slowly but surely start filling that emotional void he had. It took a lot of trial and error, specially when he growled at you with those large canines of his, but patience turned out to be enough to ease him.

• Much like Dabi, Shiggy grants you scary dog privileges, but he is less controlled about it and will target anyone who may be “trying to take away his owner”. He won't call you owner, by the way, but in his heart you are part of the very reduced group he likes and follows.

“I don't like the way he is looking at you!” Shigaraki growled, unconsciously trying to hide you from Dabi's gaze. The latter had been sending you cocky smirks here and there, pissing Shiggy off. “Calm down, he isn't doing anything,” you assured him, allowing your hand to pat his head. The frown on Tomura's face softened, but he still didn't like the idea of another person laying eyes on you. “What, you like him better?”

You knew that the child inside him was speaking, so you indulged. “No, Shiggy is my favorite.” Tomura heard you say, feeling the warmth of your lips on his cheek. “W-what was that?!" He yelped, “Are you trying to embarrass me?” You shook your head. “Just making sure you know how much I like you”.

#izuku midoriya x reader #mha izuku #shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #todoroki x reader #mha todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader

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tlous1mp · 1 year

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One Night

pairing: jesse x fem!reader

summary: you and jesse both love people that do not love you back. in an attempt of a night of distraction you two spend the night together

warning: smutty smut smut, a little angst as well with unrequited feelings

a/n: lol i had not written smut in a long time and this is a bit messy.

Did you have any idea that your night would end up like this? No. Would you do it all over again? You were unsure, but there were no regrets.

Your best friend, Jesse, and you were heartbroken at the unexpected turn of events that happened a while prior to that night. Dina and Ellie got together. Fucking brilliant. They happened a week after Jesse and Dina broke up, and you and Ellie had been flirting for a while. It was going on long enough for a lot of people to believe that you two would be the ones who would end up together. That was not the case.

The circumstances with the four of you was a little messy and exciting for gossipers around town. Jesse was betrayed from how quickly his ex and closest friend kissed shortly after the breakup. You felt used by how Ellie had acted as though there was something going on between you two until her kiss with Dina.

Both you and Jesse were troubled about the situation in different ways, and yet it resulted in the pair of you drinking at the diner. Drinking and useless at finding a better solution. Thank goodness you guys had only a few drinks before you decided to head back to your place. It was not wise to be wasted, you both also had patrols in the morning to think about.

You unlocked the door to your home, allowing Jesse inside behind you. The light got turned on and revealed how small the space was. You did not mind, it felt cozy more than claustrophobic, "That was probably the best idea we have ever had."

Jesse took a spot on your couch, "I don't know about the best, but it did feel good to go out outside of patrol."

You grabbed two cups of water and sat next to your best friend. The both of you took a large gulp and managed to sit together in silence for a moment before you spoke up, "What do you want to do?"

The boy next to you tapped his pointer finger against the glass, "You know Walter?" you nodded, "He told me about this one time he got betrayed by who he thought was the one. He said that what got him to get over it was him was sleeping with a lot of people," Jesse scoffed.

"Oh please, he probably began smoking weed and drinking excessively after he got his heart broken most likely," you said, "Having sex was what distracted him but probably did not help him."

Jesse shrugged, "Yeah I tuned him out pretty quickly after that," he rubbed his hand on his thigh, "Getting drunk is fun, but it is not worth getting a headache in the morning and a scolding from Maria."

"And sex?" you chuckled, still somewhat tipsy.

Jesse sighed as he thought, "I am not the type to have one night stands or hook up with random girls. If I were to do that it would be with someone that I trusted."

You nodded in agreement, "I'm the same way. I would not want shit to get any messier than they already are with people who are innocent."

"Exactly," he said.

You stared at each other as silence crept into the conversation. No new topic came to both of your minds. Both water glasses were empty, "You want me to take that?" you questioned as you reached for his glass.

Jesse handed it to you, he seemed to be in his thoughts when you got up. Your throat felt a little dry, something a little more water would fix. As you poured some water into your glass, you heard Jesse walk behind you, "I trust you," he said.

After you took a short sip from your glass you said, "I know." You had a feeling of what he meant by that, and you surprised yourself when you hoped that you were right. This was Jesse, the man who helped you gain confidence in everything you did. He was the man who helped you more times than you could count on your fingers and toes. You felt as though you practically owed him everything, "I trust you as well."

Your glass was empty again, it was slid to the side and in Jesse's view. He grabbed your hand, pecked it and glanced at your face. For some reason you did not look at him still. He pecked your wrist, then up and up and up your arm. He stopped at your neck and leaned towards your ear, "I want to hear you say that you want me," he whispered.

This was Jesse, the guy that you wanted to fuck, the guy you wanted to make your pain go away for one night and one night was all you needed. Whether he was going to make you cry out of pleasure or he was going to take care of you as if you were made of glass, you did not care. After tonight you were going to go back to being his best friend and you were perfectly fine with that.

You faced him at last, a fingernail dragged along the front of his shirt. His breath slowed as he felt your hand move underneath the fabric. You placed a kiss on his jaw before replying, "Jesse, I want you."

His arm snaked around your waist before he kissed your lips softly, but you chased him with hungry desire. For a second you worried that you were coming on too strong, however Jesse's free hand in your hair comforted you.

The hand that remained under his shirt travelled further, your fingertips glided against his abs and up his chest. God, the anticipation to see his body out of those clothes drove you to be high on him already. Jesse did not need to be told of your thoughts, his shirt thrown behind you. You grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway that revealed your bedroom.

Before you could even reach the room your body was pinned to the wall by him. His lips returned to yours for a passionate and slow kiss that left you wanting so much more when he dragged your bottom lip with his teeth. He lowered his head even more to nip at your neck. Your head dipped back so that he could have more skin to work with.

The first sounds of whimpers that came out of your mouth along with his hair slightly tugged had encouraged him to leave a hickey, a hickey that would be hard not to notice in the morning. Oh well, worth it. You knew that he wanted your shirt to come off next. He kissed the section of your chest that was exposed. That shirt was quickly thrown off.

You took advantage of the few seconds you and Jesse were apart and pushed him to the wall in front of you. Neither of you could keep your lips off each other for long. Whether it was your lips, neck, or down his body, you kissed him. You needed to kiss him just as much as he needed to kiss you.

You quickly got annoyed with his pants when your hands wanted to go down there, but could not really do anything with his belt in the way. You worked as a team to get every last piece of clothing off each other as they were going to come off at some point anyway.

He stared at you as you got down on your knees in front of him. His gaze felt comfortable and sinful at the same time. The hum he let out once you licked his tip could've made you die happy. You opened your mouth and got more of his length into your mouth, "Fuck," he whispered. That nearly made you smile, if his dick was not in your mouth.

You noticed that he seemed to hold himself back as you continued on his cock. He kept his moans to himself and did not know what to do with his hands. You needed to change that if there was a chance of him truly enjoying himself. What your mouth no longer touched was replaced by your hands as you said, "Please do not hold back," Jesse tilted his head, "Don't worry, I can take it. All of it."

That triggered something in him, something rougher. His hand grabbed the back of your head and your mouth was filled once again. You got back to your rhythm like you had before, "Fucking hell," he gasped, "Go on like that, just like that."

Soon his pleasure took over his senses and his grip onto the back of your head tightened. You were locked in your position on your floor, not even your head moved on it's own as Jesse began thrusting his hips. You felt the urge to gag on his dick as it reached to the back of your throat multiple times. Tears had clouded your vision and you could only hear Jesse's grunts and moans until he felt he was close.

From one moment to being used as a cocksucker to just sitting on your knees in the middle of the hallway, you needed a quick breather. You stood up and saw Jesse's face, "That was so fucking hot," you said.

Jesse grinned and kissed your forehead, "So were you, but I think that you'll look even hotter when my cock is inside your pussy," he said before you were picked up and thrown onto the bed. You shrieked from how unexpected it was.

He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of your bed, "I want to devour you before we do that though," one of his hands caressed your thigh as he gazed into your eyes, "You deserve a reward for being such a good girl, although you sucked my dick like a slut." He licked a stripe on my cunt, and it resulted in a whine out of me, "Is that what you are? A good slut?"

He licked me again, "Yes, yes I am a good slut," I said without hesitation. He did not waste another second to explore my cunt with his tongue. It did not take long for him to find out how to get you lost in the same pleasure you had given him. He sucked onto you and had you be the one to guide his face, "Oh fuck me. I need you right there, don't move," you begged.

One hand left your thigh, and reached up to squeeze one of your boobs. You squeezed your other one, your back began to arch as his other hand opened your folds. His fingers entered you, adding to the ecstasy that you were already experiencing.

It was your turn to force him closer to you as you wanted. Every time you tugged his face closer to your pussy he would hum into you and got you louder. "Oh my fucking god," Jesse glanced at you between his eyelashes, "Shit, shit, shit. Moth-"

The pleasure grew even more and you refused to make a loud sound, worried that you would wake up the entire town of Jackson. Your bedsheets were scrunched, your eyes tightened, back even more arched and your moans and gasps, quiet ones, echoed in your bedroom. Your breaths quickened, "Jesse, please, I'm gonn-"

He stopped.

You sat up and resisted the urge to punch his arm out of sexual frustration, "Not yet," he explained, "It would not be fair if you got to cum and I did not." You nodded in agreement. He climbed on top of you and he kissed your neck. Jesse wanted to be sweet with you before the big finale. You appreciated that he could still be caring for you even though you were pissed at him.

Jesse's body was pushed onto the bed, your legs on either side of his waist. His startled face made you giggle, "I don't want you to do all of the work. Let me help you," you said as you caressed his chest again.

He sat up and you were practically on his lap. He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as he stared longingly into your eyes, "Do what you need to do," he said before his lips landed onto yours.

Your hands travelled down to his cock, rubbed it in the way that you did earlier in the night. Jesse's gasp disappeared into your mouth. You did not want to tease him for long, you were already ready from him eating you out. You two continued to make out, none of them have been so hungry as when you had started. You both wanted to take your time and appreciate the moments you shared that night.

You guided his cock into you, which caused a groan coming from you two. Your kiss broke and you pushed his upper body back to the bed. You moved your hips, the pleasure you gained from those simple movements got you moaning already. Jesse gripped your waist, "Oh my god," you said and bit your lip.

Jesse's hips moved into you as yours started to bounce on him. His groans and moans made you feel confident that you both were enjoying yourselves. You knew your tits started to move with Jesse's thrusts. You felt his stare at them, you also felt him licking, biting, doing anything he could do them. The combination of his dick and the assault on your tits made your head spin. You forgot who said what.

"You are fucking me so fucking well."

"You feel so big inside of me. Don't be afraid of breaking me."

"I love the way you moan my name out, makes me want to fuck you harder."

"Oh shit, don't you fucking stop."

"Not until you cum on my cock."

"Fuck me harder."

"You feel so fucking good with my cock inside you, slut," Jesse would say as you bounced faster, "Oh fuck."

You smiled at how messy he got with his thrusts, you were about to say something about it but you were cut off before you could. Jesse rubbed your clit, your head fell to Jesse and your foreheads touched. Your nails scratched down his back, but you heard no complaints from him and you were not stopped.

Moans, groans, words that should never be repeated in church were said in that room. His fingers got you closer than you were ever that night, "Jesse keep going, I need you to keep going," you begged.

"Are you going to cum?" he questioned. You nodded, your high had approached you almost instantly after you spoke and the only sounds you could make were more moans that bounced off the walls. You nodded as your response. His hips moved into you faster.

Your voice got higher, more pitched. Then you snapped.

Jesse pulled out of you and you reacted quickly to have your hand on his dick until it was his turn to cum at last. Most of it ended on you, but there was some on his dick, or maybe that was your cum. You didn't know. You felt a tap on your shoulder and motioned to his face. He was out of breath a little.

I climbed on top of him and he made sure that he would be comfortable as well. My pussy was in his view and my face glanced down at his dick. We licked each other up and released any last noises we had left.

After we were both done we rested our bodies next to each on the bed. Jesse wrapped his arm around me as I ran my fingertips through his hair, "I think that was the best thing we've ever done," you said as you stared at the ceiling.

Jesse chuckled, "It was fun. Did you enjoy it?"

"I am not exaggerating, you were the best out of all the other guys I have slept with," you said.

"What about the girls you've slept with?"

"Let's not go down that road," you said with a smile, "I would not mind if we did this again," you confessed.

Jesse chuckled, "Me neither."

You and Jesse drifted to sleep, completely exhausted and nothing left to say. No noise was heard from your front porch as Ellie walked away from your house.

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stormwaterwitch · 3 months

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I'm not the anon who you were responding to, but I found your blog through the thing about your 12-element paradigm. I'm fascinated, largely because the non-traditional 8 are (mostly) all aspects I work with, but I hadn't considered them as elements?

Idk what I'm asking specifically, but I would love to know m9re about how you came to look at things this way and how you use it in the day-to-day practice!

Thank you for your time!

Heya!

When I started really thinking about the elements I was drawn to things that I interacted with on a daily basis to make it easier to incorporate into my day to day practice (ie: thinking about things and stuff)

I think I went into this a bit more on this post but I broke them down into three categories: The Touchables, The Untouchables, and The Effectors. Touchables is pretty standard as it encompasses the elements you can reach out and touch. I mark them as Fire, Water, Air and Earth (Disclaimer: Fire Hot. Please don't touch fire okay? lol) but these are the elements you can actually touch and have a physical reaction register as you connect with them.

Untouchables are the elements are kind of a mixture between the effectors and the touchables as they CAN effect you but you cannot reach out and touch them the same way you could the first set.I mark them as Light, Dark, Time and Space. These are more sensations as you can feel the presence of Light or the absence of it in Darkness. You are aware of the passage of Time and your presence in a physical Space that your body occupies.

Effectors are the elements that can change the directions of a person's path but cannot be truly influenced by a practitioner overall. I mark them as Luck, Fate, Order and Chaos. They effect and influence the way our lives go. It can be tricky to discern between them when starting out: Was it Luck or Fate that you met the right person at the right time to get the job of your dreams? Do your rituals for your practice really need to follow the Order of the steps as written or would you get the same result winging it in the Chaos?

As for how I work with them it's very casually. Mostly notating how and when I feel them around me in my day to day life. Sometimes its squinting into the halogen light bulbs at work (or admiring the chandeliers) the quiet that takes over in the dark when I curl up in bed with my Kindle to read before bed. The whoomph of my gas stove lighting up, or sitting on my front porch swing to listen to the rain. the uneven rocks under my bare feet as I go to check the mail to the whips of wind that race along the parking lot as I walk to my car after my shift at work.

To me the elements are a lot of little experiences adding up over time and the balances they maintain when working all together. :) -oOo-

Now as for discovering your own elemental set(s) to work with, I would suggest taking some time every day to really pay attention to the things around you. The sensations you feel and take in as you experience life.

Next I would say investigate some Pop Culture influences and see what other people have utilized in their elemental systems. Why does Pokemon use Poison/ Fairy/ Steel Type? Why does Avatar include Metal/Lava/Blood Bending? Would Gravity, Ink, Blood or Sound be a viable element for you to work with?

I say this because I almost included Blood into one of my elements to work with but I couldn't find a way to make it work with the sets that I had so it didn't make the cut.

Some examples found below vvv

Some Ideas of things to consider as Elements: +Metal/Steel +Spirit/Aether +Gravity +Sound +Wood +Color/Light Spectrum +Gasses/Plasma +Energy +Crystal

Some questions to ask yourself: +What do I think is missing from the four elements that most people work with that I am looking for in my own practice? +How many Elements would be too many for me to feasibly work with? +Could these elements combine together? What elements would they make if they did?

I hope this helps! Feel free to send more in if there's anything else I can answer :D <3

Tagging @arisprite since they were interested!

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restaurantweak · 1 year

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"Bear Soup of Guerneville"

Whew.

This took longer than I'd like (water is challenging), but I am happy with the result and I learned a lot.

If you'd like to learn about this render, keep on reading:

Composition Check

Like my last couple renders, I'm using classical composition techniques common in Renaissance art...with something new! Going left-to-right:

Rabatment of the rectangle to create dynamic symmetry and balance to a complex scene. Characters and objects are restrained to this armature to reinforce the implied lines.

The fibonacci spiral and golden ratio lead your eyes through the scene. I'm showing four major spirals, which start and end at each other to pull you into the composition...but within each "group" of men are smaller permutations of the golden ratio.

NEW: Circular composition. This technique was very popular in Renaissance art. The centers of the circles are dictated by the rabatment of the rectangle, then I reinforced the shape with the outline of the pool, negative space of the water (top), and the inner tube (bottom). The circular composition helps focus your attention in a busy scene.

Great example of circular composition informed by the rabatment of the rectangle in "The Queen’s Government" by Peter Paul Rubens (a circular composition superfan). Note how it brings your attention to two opposites.

Although the composition centers around the thick boi, gestures and blocking lead you to a sneaky self portrait of the artist. (Hey, da vinci did it, so its cool right?)

Environment Design

This render is inspired by the popular pool party "Lazy Bear" held in Guerneville. It's a popular gay destination for the San Francisco gays, and I thought it would be fitting for the guys from my past renders.

See? I've squished the depth of the pool by using an exaggerated focal length and perspective.

Lighting

Caustics (or, how light behaves when passing through volumes) is a really tricky thing for my 3D software. Here's (roughly) what lighting the water involved:

Simulate the water

Create proxy meshes for everything and submerge those to create the ripples

The ripples were too fine, so sculpt larger, more exaggerated water

The index of refraction for water is actually too high to see through the water, so we change this to almost zero

Add volumetric randomwalk to disperse inbound light in a pretty way

Arrange pool lights in a way that they cast nice caustics on the subjects

Phew! And, to be honest, the caustics are not super sharp. I need to practice more...I'm just happy I got it working at all.

After caustics, I generated steam and comped it in later with the depth pass (right image).

Hair

Finally, some bodyhair. The hair grooming workflow is not great and my computer is very laggy, so I rendered it separately and comped it in post. The results are...not bad, but not realistic either. I need to research this more for better results next time.

Phew! That was a lot. If you enjoy it, please check out my patreon, my store, or get some free phone wallpapers.

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prince-rosalium · 9 months

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I gave Hawthorne fake nails today. With no tutorial to help me, I expected to crash and burn.

I did not. They are lovely.

Here are some notes on what I did, in case you want to attempt this yourself:

Before attempting this, I highly reccommend watching a few youtube tutorials on how to sculpt polygel over a nail form. It helps if you have knowledge of how to form gel nails.

I purchased a polygel nail kit for $20 off Amazon. It came with a curing light, a nail file, a brush, a spatula, slip solution, and tubes of polygel. I highly recommend this. I used everything in the kit, and it is much more expensive to buy everything separately. The only complaints in the reviews were that you get too small of an amount of polygel and slip solution, but if you are using this for dolls, this shouldn't be a problem.

You may want to replace the slip solution with 72% alcohol. It works the same way, is probably better for your doll than slip solution that is made for humans, but I did use the slip solution in the kit.

The first thing I tried was making nail forms out of Scotch tape, but instead of cutting a hole for the nail like a traditional nail form (the hole would be too small) I chose to cover the nail and sculpt with the polygel on top of them, then try glueing them onto the nail afterward. This would probably work with more practice, but it was much more effective just to sculpt right on top of the nail without a form. With this method, you will not be able to make them very long, but they will be sturdy, stick well, and look pretty clean and smooth.

The only issue one might have is the way it looks from some angles, but I personally don't mind. I'll try and explain what I'm saying:

I sculpted these without a form, and as a result, from some angles, the nails can look heavy and round. I chalk this up to it being simply unrealistic to expect paper-thin sculpting on a pair of tiny hands.

Personally, I don't think this shape is a downside at all. I've seen a lot of long-nailed BJD hands that have the nails sort of... "molded" into the finger, probably for ease of casting?? But probably also because they won't snag on clothes and break. If I hadn't made the nails this shape, it'd be a lot easier to break them.

However, the reason I am embarking on this journey of doll manicuring is because I have a gyaru boy on the way, who I want to give long, ridiculous, sparkly pink nails, covered in gems. This formless method will not work for him. For this, I am going to make long tips out of plastic from straws, glue them on, and build the polygel on top. In order to reinforce it, however, I will be adding more polygel underneath, because I do *not* want these to break. This is definitely going to be "hands-off when taking off his shirt" situation.

Polygel... is sticky. I had to cure these nails multiple times. It's hard to get a small enough bead on the tip of the nail because polygel is meant to be applied in one large bead on a human nail. It takes a lot of slip solution to sculpt it, and using too much slip solution can make the curing go too sticky. It takes a little practice, but the nails look great regardless. Didn't even have to redo any.

My work process was as follows:

1. Sculpt the nails

2. Cure 30 seconds

3. Add another layer of gel to get them a bit longer and stronger

4. Cure 1 minute

5. Clean off the stickiness on top of the nails with alcohol or acetone

6. File the tops of the nails AND the bottoms (with respiratory protection PLEASE) and shape them how you like

7. Gel topcoat. Very important.

8. Cure 30 seconds.

After that, I just cleaned off whatever stickiness the polygel left behind with acetone.

This was my first attempt at this, but I always have trouble finding tutorials about this that I understand. I don't think I can fully be an authority on how to make these after one set, but I hope these notes help anyone looking to attempt this! All it took was a kit and about an hour, not even.

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real-oddity · 4 months

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Real Oddity's 2023 Art

Hello hello, gay people in my computer, it's that time again! Time to look at my art over this year! Feel free to look at 12 pieces that I did throughout the year. Enjoy :D!!

January- Fluffybird hyperfixation was in FULL SWING, WOW! I was in a really good groove early in the year, and was getting a lot of nice work done, including these idiots! I've changed how I draw these boys, but I still really like the shading for the most part! Generally holds up well. The background is pretty cool, too! I drew it myself :]

February- Luz Noceda my beloved! The Owl House was my favorite show for a while and still means a lot to me, so I felt like drawing Luz! Overall not very happy with this piece, like the shading, and also the nose, but I love the tears and eyes :D! Also hey those weird funky angular hands I used to draw, what ever happened to those-

March- BALDI!!!!! I was such an indie horror kid, man, so when I found out I had like. 12 hours to get a drawing done for Baldi's anniversary, I fucking jumped at the chance. I'm proud of that fact, but yeesh that shading is a little gross color wise. Also I could not draw lips, ears, or noses. I still can't, but I'm better at it!

April- oh god not them- So I was into Homestuck for a bit lol. I haven't finished it, and don't know if I will, but that's beside the point! Honestly this piece still holds up! For a colored sketch, I still like it a lot, especially Whimsy's hands. Dieonn's chin though... god you can tell I'm ass at perspective-

May- Oh my goodness, it's Wally Darling! He's just the most~ This was a practice in perspective, which as mentioned before I'm not great at!. I think it came out well, and while the shading isn't realistic for a felt body, I still like it :]

June- Oh my goodness he's multiplying!!! Run, run! This was me still trying to wiggle into the Welcome Home fandom (and failing lol) This was also a practice in both just drawing Wally, and composition! I didn't do great, but hey, it was good practice.

July- Oh my gosh it's him... the birthday boy- So the Daycare Attendant stole my heart a few years back when I was really ill and recovering from some trauma, so I of course had to make something for Eclipse! I wanted to test painting, and honestly? I like it a lot, at least dirt wise. He looks so grimy, I love it, ah!! Still needs more work on the lighting, though.

August- God dammit he came back again >:[ I was getting excited for all the new fnaf stuff, so I decided to draw Springtrap, the animatronic that scarred me so much as a kid. I'm actually still pretty happy with the general lighting. Like, there are a few things I have notes on, but overall I still like it :] Also the wires were fun, hehe

September- Mr. Darling is back again! I decided to try my hand at digital painting again and!!! I am still really pleased with the results. Pretty man!

October- Oh god its The Horse Show- For Cringetober, I drew a rarepair of Rarity and Sassy Saddles from MLP:FIM. I'm still super super happy with the horse anatomy, they're so cute! This was also a test in cell shading.

November- Circus time! I thought the pairing of Jax and Kaufmo was kinda funny, so I drew them. This was another test in composition and such, and general interactions. I still think it's alright :]

December- JANUARY EVERLY MY BELOVED SON!!! God it's been a hot minute sense I've done any illustrations with Jan. This was me just dicking around tbh, but hey! The results are fun! I love my son <3

2023 was so much better than 2022 in many ways. I'm looking forward to an even better 2024, and I hope you'll join me!

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I'm studying about Shabbat right now. The module started in class yesterday, and since we don't have class again until April 7th, we were actively given homework to read the section in Essential Judaism about it. So of course I'm being me and reading the suggested text- but also reading Living a Jewish Life, and Living Judaism, and The Divine Code (the last just for giggles to revisit my Noahide days). I also have another book entirely about Shabbat, that's a fairly old text, that I may read as well, if I feel like it.

One thing that keeps coming up, though, is that Shabbat is rest from work, right? From labor; it's supposed to be a time of peace from all the nonsense you have to deal with throughout the week, and allow you to just reconnect with your friends and family, yourself, your interests, HaShem, etc ... But I'm kind of struggling with that a little bit, honestly?

Like, I understand it logically and theoretically. And I understand how that works for, like ... Normal people, right. People who actually do have jobs. Who actually do have children. Who actually do have friends, family they're not estranged from, an active Jewish community, etc; people who legitimately actually need to "rest from the work and various labors of the week".

But I'm disabled. What does that actually look like for someone like me? What does Shabbat look like for a disabled Jew who doesn't have any of that? Who doesn't have a job and does not perform significant labor? Who cannot have children. Someone who practically never leaves the house. Who doesn't have any friends. Who's estranged from their family. Who can't take a break from babysitting their Mother in Law for health reasons, etc?

Because yeah, I light the candles and I say the prayers and I do all the things you're supposed to do for Shabbat ... But it doesn't feel any different from my everyday day-to-day, y'know? It doesn't feel like any kind of a break like it's supposed to. It just feels like a normal day for me, because I'm doing the same thing I'm basically always doing already- I'm just not doing a couple things, and now there's some pretty candles and prayers and food involved. And as a result, I'm really struggling to actually keep up with it.

So, like ... How is someone like me supposed to find rest and peace in Shabbat? How are people like me supposed to make it our own and find meaning like that in it when this already is our daily reality (just not as pretty)? Because I want to celebrate Shabbat ... But when it looks no different than any other day for me ... How do you actually make that separation appropriately?

It feels weirdly isolating being a disabled Jew in this particular regard. Especially when Shabbat is so incredibly central to Judaism.

ETA: Listen. I appreciate help here. I actively want help, here, because I'm really struggling with this ... But saying any variation of "Just like every element of Judaism, you make it what you make it, and engage with it in whatever way is meaningful to you" is a non-answer. You're not telling me anything I don't already know, and which isn't constantly reiterated in every book I'm reading right now. It also addresses nothing I'm actually speaking about in this post- which is this (in the words of a Goy friend):

If you're [already] resting every day, a designated day of rest doesn't really stand out [like it's supposed to], does it?

Getting passive aggressive and salty with me, and saying nonsense like "well I'm a disabled Jew and this is just my reality" because I politely thanked you for your contribution but said your contribution ultimately did not actually address what I said in this post, will get your comments deleted and your username added to my block list. Please don't be that person. It's not nice or helpful.

#ADVICE WELCOME IF YOU'RE A DISABLED JEW OR DISABLED AND CONVERTING TOO #wolffrankx #Personal #2024 #Jewish Studies #Just Potential Jewish Convert Things #Jewblr #Jumblr

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hausofmedici · 2 years

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Rookie Season

Part 1

You'd never felt nerves like you did waiting for those red lights to go out on the grid of your first Formula One race. You did your best to focus on the track ahead, batting away any intruding thoughts. It wasn't until you made it through the first turn, and then the first lap, that you felt the tension start to slowly dissipate from your body.

You finished the race in P12. Perhaps a points finish on your debut would have been ideal but you were pleased enough with seeing the chequered flag. Meanwhile, Daniel bought some points home for the team, making it to P7. McLaren had made it through the first weekend in one piece, and that was with a rookie onboard. All in all, it was a decent day for the team.

...

The next few weeks passed by in a blur, a constant loop of race weeks, debriefs and putting in the work ahead of the next one. And week by week you seemed to be performing consistently. Perhaps not quite where you wanted to be yet, but your race positions were more along the lines of Daniel's now - surely a good sign.

Italy, Portugal, Spain. Working together you both managed to get the best out of the current car and bring home points for the team. Your consistency and effort to work as part of a team was catching the paddock's attention. You were singling yourself out as one to watch. Maybe your success in other series wasn't just a blip. Maybe you could be proof that a woman can have a future in Formula One.

...

"Can you follow Daniel this week instead?"

You grinned back at the cameraman as you walked down the pit lane, towards the garage.

It was the week of the Monaco Grand Prix and the team had decided following you around during your first experience of Monaco in F1 would make a perfect episode of Unboxed. And you had to admit, it was a good idea but the pressure that you already felt this weekend said otherwise. After several good results the past few races you were riding high and boy did you want to replicate that in Monaco. It was widely regarded as a gem in the calendar and was notoriously hard to drive. If you could bring back points driving the tight-cornered street circuit then maybe your nerves could afford some time off.

"I'm the most nervous I've been probably since...well since race one. Monaco is kind of a big deal. That's what I've heard anyway."

You joke, trying to ease your anxiety as you sip from your papaya bottle.

Walking into the team garage, you weave your way through all the mechanics already hard at work, ahead of first practice. You greet them all politely as you make your way to the monitors at the side. You knew how important it was to have a team on your side that felt appreciated by their driver.

You'd never felt more thankful for the practice sessions. Three hours to learn the curves and bumps of Circuit de Monaco. Three hours to find what worked for you and what didn't on a track renowned as challenging. Three hours to discover the car's limit for the best result ahead of Sunday.

So you started off slowly on track, imprinting every corner in your mind, before building up some speed. The feedback in your ear was positive. You were putting in clean, consistent laps, each one better than the last. Seeing your name up there amongst the midfield - P7, sandwiched between Gasly and Alonso - you got out of the car feeling pretty satisfied. Here's to hoping you could replicate this and better for tomorrow's qualifying, you thought to yourself.

...

You grinned as you read from the card in your hand,

"Most likely to get a terrible tattoo.."

Immediately you hold up the paddle with your teammates face on with a slight laugh.

"I feel like you only have to look at Daniel...I'm not saying his tattoos are terrible, but I'm yet to get a tattoo so I just feel like the odds are on him."

Daniel laughs as you try to worm your way out of what initially sounded like an insult.

"Yeah, I'll take that." He admits.

It was Saturday morning and you were filming a video for the McLaren YouTube channel in the (very brief) spare time you had before qualifying.

So far the team pairing had been received well and fans were enjoying the way you bounced off one another. You had similar personalities, in that you both were high-spirited and up for a laugh.

"Most likely to eat pizza for breakfast." The Australian reads.

You tilt your head slightly, a sheepish look on your face as you turn the paddle to the side with your face on it.

"I mean, if it's so wrong then I don't want to be right."

Daniel also holds up the paddle with his face on, smiling.

"Everyone does it right? Just don't let our nutritionists see this." He jokes.

You grin as you read the final card from your right hand,

"Most likely to be first up at the karaoke machine."

You both quickly hold up the paddle showing Daniel's face with a chuckle.

"Obviously." You murmur.

"Yeah, I'm happy to make a fool out of myself when it comes to music. Although if you've heard this one in her driver's room preparing for a race..."

You're silent for a moment before your eyes widen slightly, catching up, "Wait, you can hear that?"

Daniel laughs, seeing the embarrassment on your face,

"Yeah, I think half the teams in the paddock can too."

You place the paddle over your face, chuckling,

"God that's so embarrassing. I apologise for the person that Taylor Swift's Reputation album makes me. I'm gonna have to change my pre-race ritual now."

...

You climbed into the car, ready to get out there. You positioned yourself comfortably, waiting as the mechanics double checked the car's setup around you.

"Okay, quick radio check Y/N, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear." You said cheerfully.

"Perfect. Monaco's waiting for you."

Behind the visor, you grin,

"I'm ready for it."

...

Author's note: I was so pleased with the feedback from part 1 so as promised here's part 2! Thanks for reading! I have a few ideas coming up in another chapter or two's time for drama and some angst so stick around for that :)

Also I hope I have some fellow Swifties out there! If I was a driver I 100% think my pre-race song would be Ready For It.

cc: @mysticalnightenthusiast @lovingroscoee

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draculasfavoritewife · 3 months

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I Still Want You

Summary: It's been awhile since the two of you last worked together, but some things will never change.

Pairing: Madmartigan x fem!Reader

Warnings: Brief references to injury and alcohol use, some sexist jokes and sensuality (look, I physically cannot stop writing about reader running their fingers through pretty men's hair, alright? It's an actual problem guys).

So my family finally made me sit down and watch the original Willow film this past summer, and I ended up pretty smitten with this man lol. What can I say, the fallen-from-grace type with a flexible moral code and piercing eyes just really does it for me I guess. 🤷🏽‍♀️ (Also young Val Kilmer in drag? Kinda hot.)

"I don't know why the hell I let you talk me into this load of bull," you groan, a hand covering your exasperated face. "Why, in the name of all that's holy, did I leave behind my honest living to follow you into this harebrained scheme?"

The man next to you throws you a wide and winning smile, blue eyes flashing in the dim light. "Cause you didn't want me to come back to you dead," he says with a knowing smugness. "You love me."

"Did I say that?"

"You didn't have to," he teases, leaning down to saucily kiss your forehead before readjusting the woman's dress that doesn't quite fully hide his very masculine form. "Now, how do I look?"

You roll your eyes and crawl to your feet in the cramped cellar where he had chosen to make his quick change. "He's going to see through you in a second."

Your companion frowns, dark brows sulky and full lips pouting like a petulant child. "Please. The old oaf's such a lusty pig he's going to see exactly what he wants to see and fall head over heels for me. Believe me, it's happened before." He hurriedly stuffs the bodice of the dress until he has quite the impressive bust, and it's suddenly all you can do not to laugh out loud at the sight of him.

"I'm not sure you can slander other men until you finally start thinking with what's above your own belt," you chide, helping him wrangle his long, sooty-black locks beneath a headscarf. As always, you're momentarily distracted by how soft his hair stays, even though you know he does the bare minimum to care for it.

"I do think pink is definitely your color though, Mads."

"Shut up," he growls half-seriously. "We all do what we have to. A man's gotta eat, you know."

You snort. "Right. Because that's the old Madmartigan I remember. Always strictly practical, and definitely not getting in over his head robbing a rich man when he could find some honest work."

"Where at? A brothel?"

You move to slap his chest, but never make contact. It feels wrong somehow, now that his enormous false bosom is in the way.

Madmartigan sees the discomfort on your face and snickers. "Not to worry, Sweets. Your beautiful wife will return to you in one piece, trust me."

He presses a fond kiss to your cheek and turns around to the cellar door, ready to make a move on his unsuspecting target.

And promptly lets out a muffled yelp as you slap his ass.

"What the hell, Sweets?! What was that for?"

You smirk and make yourself more comfortable atop a large bag of flour, to wait out the results of his loosely formed "plan". Chances are he might have to call for backup if things get sticky.

"We women have to put up with that all the time from you 'lusty pigs'. Thought you should get used to it sooner rather than later."

"Insolent fox," he mutters, and hastily leaves, as if afraid you'll smack him again.

You might have, too.

Man's got a fine ass.

"Hold still, idiot," you scold as he flinches away from the wet cloth in your hand for the seventh time. "Do you want my help with that bloody lip or not?"

"I don't know why you're so angry," he grouses. "You're not the one that got their clothes torn off and beaten up for not actually being a woman."

"Oh, stop whining. You got out of there with the gold you came for and the other guy is worse off than you. And it's my dress that got sacrificed, so I think I've every right to complain." You gesture to the shredded pink material hanging around his waist, now the only thing preserving your disheveled warrior's dignity.

He at least has the grace to look momentarily contrite. "Right. I'll get you a new one."

You're slightly concerned by the fact that he doesn't explicitly use the word "buy", but decide to let it go for now. Many of the gifts he's given you throughout the course of your years-long friendship have shady origins, but it is the thought that counts.

And honestly, you're just glad he's not hanging up in a crow cage left for dead somewhere again.

His sharp eyes soften as he finally lets you finish tending to him. "Why did you really come along with me?" he asks bluntly. "I have nothing with which to bribe you, and you have built yourself a life here. When you made the decision to quit while we were ahead and go straight, I didn't understand, but I think I understand you even less now."

Not wanting to meet that deeply piercing ice-blue gaze, you study his lips instead, transfixed as ever by their perfect, sweeping curves. He can dress in animal skins like a barbarian and be constantly covered in ash and dirt, but the refined features of the noble knight he once was are never hidden completely, try as he might.

"I asked you a question, Sweets."

"Maybe I missed you, you boor." Unsettled, you smack him with the damp cloth and abruptly turn away to stoke the fire.

"Why?" You can't tell if he's genuinely lost or fishing for a particular answer from you. "You have a little bit of land, you're a respected herbalist, and I'm sure you've had more than a few offers of courtship since I saw you last."

Is that jealousy simmering behind his careless words?

You smirk over your shoulder. "Please. Herbalist is just two degrees south of witch around here. Men fear me."

He rises to his feet and comes up behind you, his large hands settling on your upper arms and rubbing gentle lines from your shoulders down to your elbows and back again. "I've missed being ripped to shreds by that razor-sharp tongue."

"Have you." You sigh softly as you lean back against his broad chest; without the barrier of one of his leather-and-fur shirts, all you can smell is him, a warm, welcome scent you hadn't forgotten in all the time since you last parted ways. Your bodies melt into each other with old familiarity, prompting a rush of memories of huddling together for warmth during long winters on the run, posing as husband and wife for hustling heists, his arm wrapped tightly around you on horseback.

All the little things that made you fall in love with him in the first place. The intimately shared moments that had made it so hard to leave him. But you had felt like you needed to protect your heart somehow.

After all, at the time he had seemed far more content to remain unbound to anyone, even you.

"I have another question," he murmurs, his lips now only a hair's breadth from the stretch of exposed skin at your collarbone.

"And that would be...?" You stifle a shiver, his hot breath skimming your neck and sending prickles of anticipation dancing across your body in all directions.

His cheek rests against yours. "That time I tried to kiss you, do you remember that night?"

Your hands tense, unconsciously grasping fistfuls of the torn dress fabric still hanging from his belt; there's a minuscule hitch to his breath at the sudden feeling of your hands at his hips.

"Yes."

"Why did you run away from me?"

The raw uncertainty running beneath that simple question makes you turn to face him again, acutely aware of the feeling of him against you, the hard muscles of his chest pressing into the softness of yours, his hands sliding down to linger in the curve of your back. There is no judgment in his handsome face, only a twinge of long-hidden hurt and real curiosity.

You reach up, tangling your fingers in his thick dark hair, loving the way the glossy strands slide across your skin. It's gotten so long, and your hands itch to weave it into slender braids like you used to.

"I'm pretty sure you were drunk, Mads. And I...I just wasn't fully ready," you admit.

"I still want you," he tells you softly. "I never stopped wanting you, even when you left."

You smile as he bends to rest his forehead against yours. "And I would still kill for you."

"Gods, you know it drives me crazy when you talk like that." He leans in even further, eyes dancing in the glow from the firelight. "How do you feel tonight?"

Your hands trail down again to cradle his face. "I think I'm ready now. I've missed you."

So you kiss him.

You're not surprised he's such a good kisser, but maybe more than a little startled that there's a real gentleness in him, a smooth temperance to his wildly passionate expression of love. And as the sweet reality of having him alive and solid and in your arms once again after so long finally sets in, you realize what you truly want with crystal clarity.

"Take this ridiculous thing off," you breathe as your lips finally part and you tug at his tattered skirt.

"You sure?" It takes him a second to figure out what you're really asking. "Cause I don't have anything else --"

You laugh and silence him with another kiss, guiding his hands to the laces of your corset and watching his expression change from one of surprise to warmth and hunger as he swiftly helps you undress.

#x reader #female reader #willow 1988 #madmartigan x reader #madmartigan #romance #sweet #humor #my fanfiction #willow fanfic #this was in my drafts #scoundrel #idk I think he's hot #sortafluffy #friends to lovers #there needs to be more fic about him <3

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Monster March 2023 Day 15- Humanoid Bird- Rito/Kenku

Of course I couldn't help but use moura too. And of course I couldn't resist but go back to The Switch as well as Souja to help me with this particular prompt. And with the research I did on Ritos and Kenku's specifically, I couldn't help but sympathize that in a fantasy setting these would be very much marginalized species of beings.

Also, do you have ANY IDEA how many hours were spent manipulating those damn feather pictures? DO YOU?! Because apparently, metallic mauve/lilac feathers with a rose gold sheen/iredescence- without even a paisley/mandella pattern superimposed on it- is not apparently a thing that exists. Well now it does. On my phone. In my picture manipulation apps. Because I had to use TWO OF THEM to get those results. So enjoy this photoset. Please. I worked longer and harder on it than I did on the story itself. Because the imagry in my head as a wrote it was one thing. The task of finding and creating anything even remotely what was in my head? Damn near impossible. Because all my stories, are basically movies that my brain makes up for me to watch and I simply write it down as it plays out inbetween handfulls of buttered popcorn.

But I am a very visual person and I wanted everyone to at least get a glimpse of the visuals themselves to piece together what I see in my own head for this story and the rest you're just gonna have to use your own imagination. Good luck.

So thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompts. I'm now 6 days behind. Great. But still had fun nonetheless. Enjoy.

Monster March Day 15- Humanoid Bird- Rito, Kenku

Hidden Potential

“How’s it going there Whomper?” The barmaid, Violasciousia, who simply went by Viola, asked as Whomper came into Souja Inn and Tavern and took up an empty barstool right in front of her. It was the off-season so only the locals here in Fitsdale were currently in port right now and could come into the place without having to deal with the constant influx of travelers and tourists. So the place was pretty empty besides the locals. And the other barmaids were talking with the other patrons down the long bar that could hold dozens of barmaids, but in the offseason could get by with only a fraction of that and even the barmaids who didn’t have a patron were off socializing and running their own steins to various patrons throughout the tavern to at least get the added tip to do so themselves. But Viola was the only avian behind the bar tonight and was finding the regulars still thought of her as too new to really know her way back behind that bar. Which Viola found rather patronizing and downright, insulting. She had earned her place back here. And because of her wings, she could actually get to stuff the others had to use actual ladders to get to. But it still left Viola to simply perch herself on a stool and do some light cleaning as she did so, to pass the time. But the moment Whomper came through the door she was happy to hop down off the stool and smile brightly as the crest of feathers on top of her head stood as tall and high as they could. Catching the light and showing off her darker, more irrdescent feathers atop her pretty head.

Viola was a moura and aarakocra hybrid. Her more aarakocra features were much prettier than most, and while her brothers looked practically full aarakocra, and even her other sisters did too. She was the only one who took more after her mother who was fuller human avian moura. Her very delicately curved little beak let her use most soft lipped beings cups. Her voice was still downright gorgeous and practically divine and her avian clicks and churs were practically melodic. Most females of either rito, kenku or aarakocra or any other anthropomorphic or humanoid avian bird species or subspecies and types, were dull just like their full avian brethren.

But not her, nor her sisters or her mom.

Viola was a prime example of what exceptional qualities could appear when moura interbred with the avian humanoids. She had these gorgeous rose gold color and sheening to her otherwise metallic mauve plumage. Whereas her other sisters were shades of plumb, purple and violet, whereas her brothers were much more indigo, royal blue, turquoise, green and red.

But her coloring, for being “drab” comparatively, only accentuated her gold moura collar denoted by the pretty ring of pure gold feathers that grew around her neck. And her feathers had the most enchanting pattern. Almost like a paisley or a mandella in design among her plumage that showed on the feathers that showed on her form that wasn't covered in the prettiest clothes, even for a barmaid in a tavern. She looked like she could be there as a guest from any great house or gentry alike. And there was just something about her that made her seem like she was an exceptional jewel in an otherwise ordinary jewelry box.

Or so Whomper thought.

Whomper and every other avian humanoid nearly swooned when she and her family moved to Souja Tavern and became part of the Souja Family, on part of Salgria Shipping and specifically The Contessina Order of said venture and enterprise. Now while Fitsdale was a pretty big place that saw most of the beings in the supersphere, with Salgria Shipping and especially The Contessina Order, the “fancier” folk were coming in droves, specifically to start their training and to help make Fitsdale’s skyports, both from the Salgria Shipping and especially The Contessina Order Skyports, stand out and really become the landmarks they were sure to be.

Viola had many siblings, her mom looked pure angel because she liked to keep her wings out like her husband and her kids especially. And her dad was by far, the most handsome aarakocra any of them had ever seen in their lives. Since he too was an aarakocra moura hybrid himself, and while his looks were purely eagle, his coloring was damn near peacock in bright colors and only accentuated his gold collar that much more. Her dad, Kwarl, and her brothers were working in the Salgria Shipping Skyport and more specifically- The Contessina Order Skyports. And currently- specifically the crew accommodations so that those that worked at either skyport could live there, work there and help supply and service the ships that would be passing through there easily. But that couldn’t happen until the crew cabins were done first. And done right. And done so that a wide variety of peoples could eat, sleep, live and work there pretty seamlessly.

Her Radiance Supreme Contessina Salgria herself- had hand picked Viola and her family to be the first to make sure avian species who could easily man and inspect the sails themselves as well as do quick mail deliveries as well as attend to other avian guests could be accommodated well and comfortably.

Viola and “Tessa” as she liked to refer to Contessina as- had gotten along swimmingly. Tessa liked the fact that Viola wasn’t so eye-catching that she would and could be a distraction or have to deal with too many guests flirting with her and then giving her bad reviews when she would professionally decline their advances. And with Viola being a barmaid for the timebeing- that was coming to be an invaluable skill she was learning to hone. Tessa truly admired that Viola had a keen mind and keen senses and an eye for the details. And wasn't afraid to get in there and do the work herself and lead by example.

And by now, Viola had especially good customer service skills. Tessa wanted Viola to manage the Avian Guest Department of the entire Contessina Order Skyport. It was going to be a very big job with very big and heavy responsibilities that Viola was learning to delegate. Viola, in the meantime, even being a "lowly" barmaid- was gaining invaluable experience in doing so. She was getting better at spotting good guests, and which ones could be trouble or which ones would be especially demanding and how to handle each one accordingly.

Unfortunately- Tessa had already hired Viola’s cousin who was in Dorierra to get the avian clients and handle the orders and finetune the Contessina Order ships to suit their unique needs. And Viola's cousin- Khlaqui, was giving all kinds of heads up to Viola on all manner of avian guests she would be dealing with in the future.

And while Khlaqui and the other moura/aarokocra hybrids in Khlaqui's friends and family circle were raking in commission sales, Viola felt like she was drowning in paperwork. Viola already needed to keep a separate large family room just to keep it all in and was needing to rent a second and possibly a third. Viola got boxes and crates full of paperwork by the day in the mail from Dorierra because Viola needed and liked physical paperwork and a physical "papertrail" so to speak because she had learned the hard way, sometimes data transfers via messengerari weren't as reliable as she would like.

In plain truth, Viola was downright overwhelmed. And Tessa urged Viola to find a Chief Filer and someone to help her in the moment so that it wouldn't build itself up to be a mountain that Viola felt she needed to scale all on her own on top of everything else.

But Viola didn’t want to use any of her sisters, who thought such work was “beneath them”. Since it was all “behind the scenes” work and not front and center where they would be seen and interact with any number of guests and potential mates who would be wealthy enough to elevate them from cook and maid or receptionist or whatever, to travel the world with them in style or many of her cousins or other friends with the same mindset.

Which left Viola just plain frustrated. Because she had all this work, that Tessa was paying her a retainer salary for her to deal with. And while she didn't need the income from being a barmaid, she felt she still needed to gain the perspective and the experience of it. But other than to stack the damn crates of paperwork on top of each other to cram them all into the rooms until there was barely any room to move, let alone breathe in those rooms- there was little she could do right now.

But Viola also knew that she would need to choose and fill this position of Chief Filer- very carefully and give it to someone trustworthy and dependable. Who wouldn't think the work was beneath them, but be happy and grateful to have the work to do in the first place. And someone who could do it well without getting bored or feel ignored or feel unappreciated because they weren't in the spotlight but would be content knowing that they were key in helping Viola and the other managers run The Contessina Order Skyport well. Because Tessa was counting on her and the others she had already hired and stationed there to do so. And do so well.

So ever since she came here, she had her eye on several potential candidates, only for them to prove with their behavior that they weren’t as trustworthy as she at first thought they could be or what she felt she needed them to be.

All, except one. And he just came into the bar. And honestly, he was her last hope. And she could only hope tha this own past experience as well as her own, along with her own desperation wouldn't scare him off of it either.

Plus of all the local avians, Whomper was one of the few that had proven that he was so much more than what he seemed and she could see the potential in him. And she had urged him to at least try to apply to work with her dad and her brothers at the skyport but the second he even got to the base, he was practically chased off because the others took one look at his kenku looks and assumed he was there to steal building supplies and "sell them back" later at a higher price. Which both infuriated and frustrated and humiliated them both. And by the time Viola heard of it, the damage was done and she couldn't talk her dad or her brothers into trusting her and her instincts enough to see past his own kenku heritage to see him as an individual and give him a chance to prove what kind of person she already knew him to be. And Kenku never approached those skyports again after that.

So that simply left Viola and her sisters and her mom to work and wait while the skyports were being built. So to supplement their income, Viola and her sisters and her mother worked here at the tavern and were being trained to work the Contessina Order Skyport when it would be finished. But until it could be built, they figured they could still jumpstart their income and experience by working here and were happily welcomed into the fold so to speak and with Viola and her family being here, Souja Tavern now got more and more avian clientele. But usually only when her much prettier and brighter sisters were cooking and serving the food. Which left Viola to feel unseen and unappreciated by anyone except for Tessa. Despite her own gifts at making a damn good ale and an amazing lager and an astounding stout, all on her own. And while all of that spoke for itself. And while she raked in the sales of the steins for her ales. Most non avians were content to accept steins full of her ales from others they had already known for years and were more comfortable with.

But Viola was determined to prove that the potential that Tessa saw in her was well founded and wanted to prove that such a hefty responsibility could be handled and handled well in her capable hands. Even when there wasn't much to do in the moment but accept the crates full of paperwork and have them stored away safely until they could be unloaded and filed away properly.

Plus, Viola's sisters worked in the kitchens making some of the spiciest foods the kitchen could churn out because while most avians were fond of chilies because their tongues didn't really have that many spicy receptors- everyone else thought the spicy food was damn near addicitive and practically drugged because even as they were sweating and even crying while eating, they couldn't stop themselves from having and wanting more while washing it down with Viola's brews.

All while their mother, Nautisia, worked specifically with the soap company to get a soap specifically to wash and preen feathers and the skin beneath them. As well as have a variety of cleansers and conditioners specifically for the avian guests and their many types of feathers. She used her own kids and husband as well as her own wings to test out which ones would work best before they could receive either the Salgria Shipping stamp or the very coveted Contessina Order stamp on the bars that Tessa had entrusted her with.

Viola’s family was by far the most handsome avian humanoid family in all of Fitsdale. And they had come here by way of another moura colony that was pulled into the Contessina Order, both the ships and the sky ports. And word was that more were coming. And many were waiting to see if the others would be as pretty as Viola or her sisters or as handsome as her brothers before they made their move so to speak.

But Whomper, no such waiting was necessary or even warrented. Once he saw Viola, he was instantly smitten and already head over talons crazy about her. He scrimped and saved to come in here on the days she worked as much as he could. And he was happy to come in and simply take up a seat at any part of the bar she was working from. And just listen to her talk. Talk about anything and everything she wanted to. And Viola really appreciated Whomper's patience in letting her vent and talk her own frustrations out. As they both much more in common than most might at first assume.

But because he was kenku, he faced the reputation that he and his kind were particularly predatory, crafty and sneaky and if things went missing, it was usually found in their possession or if they were selling things, that they were stolen in the first place. Which Viola found completely unfair that an entire peoples would be judged like that, and not seen as the individuals they were and should be seen were. Because sure, there were some, she didn't trust as far as she could kick them. But Whomper was one of the few she felt she could trust and could depend on and had already proven what kind of person and what kind of man he was.

Because aarakocra on the other hand, had the opposite reputation. Which was, to say, same as moura usually. Upright, honest, dependable, trustworthy and tight knit community. And many aarakocra had made colonies all over the world and even moura served as a bridge between the avians and the dragons which from the homeworld, had been mortal enemies. But Viola knew there were vast differences in culture and upbringing between "mountain moura" and "Dorierran moura" or even among the aarokocra. Some of who were the lonelest of lone drifters. And would be seen one moment and dissappear the next without a trace or care in the world. And it wasn't fair that aarakocra were given that kind of reputation when it wasn't well earned by the outliers.

But that still didn't change the fact, that to Whomper especially, and in his own humble opinion- and the opinions of most of the others at Souja and Salgria Shipping and The Contessina Order- that Viola was just and fair. She was also very nice and sweet and practically had a heart of gold. She gave everyone a chance to prove what kind of person they were by their actions- before she ever thought of judging anyone, especially by looks or kind or whatever and Whomper wanted to prove that he was worthy of her attention and worthy of her grace and kindness.

Besides having a wonderful personality, Viola had much more vibrant and beautiful features and plumage than Whomper had ever seen before in his life, even among the female peacock avian people. And it didn’t matter to Whomper if she was drab in comparison to her sisters. If anything, it helped her stand out that much more in his eyes. Because she was humble and unassuming and much more approachable and he felt the most at ease around her. Which Tessa always claimed was the most important parts that she admired about Viola and why she chose Viola to do what she hired her to do.

Of course, it was most likely the moura heritage that gave her all her better than average looks and gifts. Including the fact that she had arms with fingers and wings that folded beautifully on her back and clawed feet that she usually put into special.sandals and shoes and even boots when she walked.

But as much as Whomper wanted to dwell on that, she had asked him a question and he needed to answer her.

“Good, got a good find today on shore, I was able to clean it up and sell it for a good price.” He answered as he offered her some of the coins in his possession to exchange for a stein of ale.

“I'm happy to hear it and I'm happy you could do that and come in tonght and see me. Well tonight I have…” She began to list off all the ales and stouts and other spirits they had in his price range of the coins he offered as she picked them up and counted them to be sure they were right.

“Ooh, that last one.” He decided when she chose to list off her own ales, stouts and lagers last when she listed them off.

“Let me get that for you then.” She smiled as she then poured him a stein of it into a special stein Souja Tavern made just for their beaked clientele. She placed it before him before she got a small plate and put a few pieces of seasoned bread and a small dish of oil and spices and herbs to dip it in and handed it over to him with a wink.

“On the house, I know how rare it is for you to find the good stuff on the beach.” She offered sweetly.

“Thank you.” He offered gratefully.

“Did you make enough for a full plate tonight?” She asked hopefully.

“Not quite.” He admitted, but this would tide him over until she would work again, hopefully.

“Well then let me get you a bit of something more substantial then. It’s not every day you get to come in here to celebrate a good find.” She offered before she left and came back with a small plate of food for him. He could tell she took one of the smaller appetizer plates but still piled it high with what she could manage to get on there in a few moments in the kitchens.

“You’re too good to me.” Whomper admitted before he was slow to eat and really savored the food, despite his hunger.

“Well, I think kenkus and ritos and all of the corvid avian types get a bad reputation. I know you try really hard to do what you can. So what did you get today?” She explained as she began washing the other dirty steins behind the counter.

“It was a wine bottle, still had good wine in it.” He answered.

“That is a good find. Most bottles you find on the beach have messages in them.” She nodded with a smile her petite parrot beak let her have as her eyes pinned, showing off those. Intensely gorgeously amethyst eyes.

“Who’d you sell it to?” She asked.

“A man who got thrown out of Glockies.” He answered.

“Glockies is close to the coast, but you have to be pretty drunk and pretty disorderly to be kicked out of that place.” She appraised honestly.

“He was happy I was there and had the wine and paid me what he could.” Whomper explained.

“Uh-huh, I see. The right person at the right time. Perfect. I'm really happy you could find it and sell it for what you could.” She smiled proudly once she finished with washing and rinsing the steins and started to dry them.

“So, I wanted to ask you, I know you do odd jobs here and there and try to get by here in Fitsdale. But, I was hoping you’d at least be willing to try to apply for…” Viola began to try to say before Whomper cut her off.

“Viola, I know you mean well, but one look at me, and no one will hire or trust me with much of anything. Not without others watching over me constantly to make sure I don’t mess up stuff or to make sure other stuff doesn’t go missing or…” He tried to excuse because Viola had asked him to at least apply to work on the skyport and he did, and he got a hard ‘no’ when he did and he didn’t feel up to asking again, only to have another door slammed in his face for even trying.

“But I would. I would hire you and I trust you. I talked with Tessa today. And she said that I get to hire who I find most suitable for any number of positions. And the work I want to hire you for, isn’t that hard. It’s just mundane and it’s repetitive as hell and most would go nuts with boredom but I know that- that kind of thing wouldn’t bother you. And that you’d be good at it. You know your alphabet and your numbers. The job I want to hire you for is to literally stand in a special room behind a wall- behind the front desk and hand and recieve files through a special slot in the wall itself. You would have to be in a uniform, and organize the guests’ and their paperwork and stuff and file it according to their name and country of origin. Tessa has already okayed it and gave me the power to fill and pay a variety of positions how I see fit. And with so many people from my colony coming all the way here and all of them already using their family ties to mine and their social standing at the colony to try to sweet talk me and are banking on all of that- for me to give them cushy jobs where they get to do so little work for a lot of money. And I hate it and I hate their presumptuousness. Which you don't have any of.": She explained as she leaned across the counter and dropped her voice so most wouldn't overhear her conversation with him.

"I know, you go to the beach at sunrise, every day. You comb through every inch of that shoreline, every single day, rain or shine, or snow or sleet. Especially after storms. And you look through everything, just to find something valuable, just to find something shiny or something you can use to fix up other things just to sell to whoever you can to put food in your belly and keep a roof over your head and the clothes on your back. And I know that once you leave that door, you’re going to have to swallow your pride and go to the back where we have the soup kitchen for less fortunate in Fitsdale. Please. Take the job I am offering you.” She begged as she leaned across the bar and fixed him with those big gorgeous eyes and he was near tears that she would even ask or invite him to do such a thing.

“But surely, someone else would be better at…” He sheepishly murmured.

“Whomper. I don’t care if someone else would or could be better at it. I want to vouch for you and I’m willing to vouch for you to whoever I have to. To Tessa and Kragan if I have to. I have seen you give the valuable food that I know your own stomach hungers for- to the little ones who do the same thing you do at the beaches. I know you go without just trying to give others a leg up. I’ve seen you drop off more kids here at the orphanage than anyone else who works at the beach. You’ve never taken advantage of any of them. You’ve never hurt any of them. In fact, I know from when I've talked to them myself, that you’ve drawn any dangerous people away from them, just so that they could escape to here or to their homes safely. That says more to me about your character than your fathers or your beak or anything else about you ever could. You do have a great eye for details. And you use it both to look to see if you can find something good among garbage to see others the way they really are. And I see the same thing about you. Whomper you have all the skills and all the potential. All you need is the chance to prove it. Just like I was given the chance to prove what I’m capable of. Please Whomper, please don't turn this offer down, I need you for this and I trust you with this. And I have full faith that I can have full confidence in you to do it, and do it right.” She firmly insisted.

“Of all the other avians in this entire city. When Tessa told me about all the positions she wants me to fill, you were the very first one I thought of for this. Most avians, especially the prettier they are, they all want the spotlight and they want to show off their fancy feathers and special talents and if anything, all of my sisters and all of my female cousins are hoping and praying some rich avian will sail through here and sweep them off their talons and they get to live such lavish lifestyles with them for no other reason than they're pretty, which they are so vain for thinking and assuming about themselves." She complained before she reached out and grabbed his hands with her own.

"But you are content with little, while still taking pride in using what you have for your benefit and the benefit of others. You will literally just be in a room, filing paperwork away. There will be nothing for anyone to ever think or suspect that you would ever try to take. If children of all kinds trust you not to hurt them, and if I can trust you to tell me the truth. About anything and everything, then that’s all the trustworthiness you should ever need. And I trust you that even if you would accidentally make a mistake, that you would be honest about it and be quick to make it right. I’m not asking you to be perfect. I just want you to be competent. And if Tessa trusts me and my judgment, she’ll happily accept you as my choice as Chief Filer. We already know how we want the room and the files to go and be ordered and arranged. And Tessa already has a system she’s designing to put it all into place. The papers are being made as we speak, the filing cabinets are being built as we speak. The very stamps we would use, are already being carved and so far it’s all pretty basic and simple and easy to do and easy to follow and if I get any more crates, I’m gonna have to build and keep a whole storehouse for it all. It’s gonna be a damn library of filing cabinets is what it’s gonna be. All you have to do is follow the system and follow the protocols that will be spelled out in such fine detail that there would never be a question about what to do or how to do it. And for that work, you’d get paid very well. And because you’d be working for me, others would have no choice but to respect you and the job that you would do. There is no door for me to shut in your face. I am here, I will get on my knees on that stool back there if I have to. Whomper, come on. I believe in you, and I see and believe in your own potential and your ability to do the job and you’re my friend and I want you to have the job. I want to be with you, and work with you, and be close to you. And show how trustworthy and dependable you can be.” Viola insisted.

And for once, Whomper was speechless, as he just stared in awed amazement at her.

“What would it take for you to say yes?” She asked before Whomper just pushed up on his elbows to bring his beak next to hers to make a kissing noise.

And the whooping chur she made was both exciting yet exhilarating and she practically leapt up over the counter to the other side and almost tackled him to the ground but he managed to get off the barstool so they wouldn’t crash onto the floor and make themselves even more of a spectacle than they already were.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Se thanked him as she just hugged him and pressed her beak next to and all around her and made the kissing noise back as if she was pressing kisses all around his face that she could reach.

“How could I ever say no to you?” Whomper asked rhetorically as he felt like the luckiest man in the world at the moment.

“Well, get whatever you need or want from your place. Because when you come back, you’re gonna come back to me right here. And you’re gonna stay here and I’ll introduce you to the rest of the Souja family as well as mine. You’re gonna get your own room and you can eat as much as you want from the family dining room. I’ll even have dinner with you tonight, cause no one else will use me on that damn bar tonight.” She insisted before it was his turn to kiss her all over her face with his own beak before he left to do just that as she quickly quit the bar for the night, and got to work getting him a good room and a spot on the Souja Family roster.

And when he came back, she was right there, with key in hand to a single room he’d have as well as a desk with it’s own messengerari and numbers to call Tessa and her network as well as all the other Chief Filer’s to make sure he learned and would know the job and the expectations.

To his surprise and delight, Tessa was just as nice as Viola was. Granted she was human, but she didn’t look down on him or treat him with anything other than professional courtesy and kindness because Viola had already vouched for him. And with a few questions, including a few trick ones, which he surprisingly got right, he was accepted and welcomed into The Contessina Order. His wages were automatically sent to be paid out as well as orders for the uniform he would be wearing as well as a sign on bonus to get some good decent clothes to wear when he wasn’t in his uniform which Viola assured Tessa she would see to personally. Which Whomper was sure Viola enjoyed much more than he did.

At first, he expected the weariness and reluctance from Viola’s family, but it was Viola’s mother who seemed to warm up to him the quickest. Then, slowly but surely, he was earning each person’s trust in her family as well as the Souja Family as a whole, and with the other kids vouching for him too, came much easier. And as soon as he could, he made Viola his mate and then they adopted any and every rito and kenku orphan there was at the Souja Orphanage. And with their combined income, it paid for them to live very comfortably as he was proving his own worthiness to everyone. Once he proved he was more than compitent, he was given more responsibilities and given another raise and given the chance to prove that he should be taken as an individual and not judged based on his kind both in public and private. Especially when Kragan had to agree that orcs often had a lot of the same bias and that if Tessa trusted Viola, and if Viola trusted Whomper, then that was good enough for anyone.

And by the time more from Viola’s colony came to Fitsdale, particularly to the Souja Inn and Tavern to stay while their accommodations were being prepared for in the Salgria Shipping Skyport and especially The Contessina Order Skyport. With Whomper, simply going by ‘Mr. Womper Ompre’ per Viola’s insistence, he was welcomed rather warmly by the others. He found he carried himself better. He walked taller, took better care of himself and before he knew it, what he always thought were dull black feathers, soon glossed and even sheened subtle but pretty hues of greens and blues too and the fact that he was kenku was never an issue. And just as he was doing this for himself, and those he adopted, he was slowly but surely, getting more and more kenkus and ritos to get the same treatment. Especially the ones that he knew- were also fighting against a bias. And trying to prove that they were good people. And suddenly he wasn’t the only kenku or rito around, soon he was simply grouped in with the other aviaries as an equal, which was all he could have ever wanted and asked for.

And when The Contessina Order Skyport had been built enough and the crew quarters completed, he was delighted when he and Viola got moved into one of the bigger and better rooms because of the very important positions they both held in The Contessina Order. And when the skyport’s reception area was built and got finished, he was thrilled to finally get those blessed filing cabinets, set up how they were supposed to be arranged and already getting files and boxes of special folders to populate them all. And while it was a lot of work. It was, by now, a tried and true system. And one he found he could easily and happily manage and keep clean, neat, orderly and organized.

And he had never been more happy that Viola saw this much potential in him. All along and from the start. He was happy to keep proving her right and then going above and beyond every chance he could. So that Viola never once had any reason to doubt him or have second thoughts about her choice and decision to hire him and be with him and raise a family with him and stand by him and support him as much as he was happy to do the same.

#Monster March #Monster March 2023 #Monster March 2023 Day 15- Humanoid Bird #Monster March Day 15

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thunderous-wolf · 4 months

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Drunk Dazed

Installment 2 of my series of "Thoughtz"

Note: "Thoughtz" is a compilation of drafts of fanfic that I've had in my notes for a while. They're unedited and most are unfinished. Since I do not feel motivated enough to finish them, I'm posting them all for you to read. Enjoy~

Midnight Escapade

Part 1 of 3

Pairing: no relationship, but features Bangchan and fem!reader.

Plot: You find yourself in a strange world...

Warnings: its supposed to be a little confusing, violence, guns and shooting, death, an implied "not-so-kind" man

a/n: This was a goofy project inspired by a friend that consists of three separate stories tied together. Just like a dream, they don't have a clear plot and are strictly for fun.

Please DO NOT copy, translate or steal my works.

You woke up to find yourself standing behind your best friend, Lisha, in a unfamilliar hallway somewhere. You can hear music coming from the room at the end of the hallway, and the door was slightly ajar. From what you've gathered, it looks like a dance practice room.

After coming closer, you recognize that Red Lights is playing. You stopped right where you were. No way were you gonna watch that, you'd die from blushing as red as a beet. But Lisha, with unknown strength, pulled you along with her. We walked - or rather, dragged - along the hallway until we came to the door.

You were about to open the door when suddenly the ground beneath you gave way, and you were plunged into darkness.

You fell on something slightly soft. You jumped up, thinking it was Lisha, and after some examination, it was just a couch. Lisha had vanished into thin air without a trace.

A spotlight above you flickered on, revealing three doors infront of you. There were no other exits in the room, leading you to believe you had to go into one of the three doors to escape.

The first door was an old wood door (some might even go as far as saying it's mahogany). There was a small gap between the door and the floor, and you could feel a crisp night's breeze seeping in from it.

The second door was lit up with neon signs. It looked like it belonged to a night club. It was very dark tinted glass, and if you got close enough you could barely make out dancing lights from within. You could feel the vibrations on the door that were caused by the thumping music from within.

The third door - and by far the most odd one - was made of steel. It was painted stark white, and the paint was chipping off from the years of usage. One piece of paint in particular was getting on your nerves. You reached out to pick it off and immediately drew your hand back. The door was so cold it almost shocked your hand. Unlike the first door, it didn't have cold air flowing from it.

You stepped back. How were you supposed to know which one would lead you home? Although, you could just poke your head in each one and see which one looked most promising. So that's what you did.

However, your plans didn't factor the possibility of you being sucked into the atmosphere. Literally.

You had chosen the first door (as result of a game of eeny meeny miny moe) and were immediately thrown into the inside when you opened the door wide enough for you to fit through.

Beyond the door, you had stumbled upon an alley. It was late at night, the moon was already high in the sky. Looking up at it, you see that it's a full moon. However, it was the weirdest full moon you've ever seen. The clouds surrounding it were purple, making it cast purple rays of light onto the ground.

You hear shuffling coming from behind you, and you turn around to see a figure walking towards you.

As it came closer, you could see it was a man, in his mid forties, who was certainly not a sight for sore eyes.

"Hey there, pretty lady. Why don't you come with me and we can have some fun~"

"Dang it." You whisper to yourself. "Umm, thank you for the offer but I'm not interested." You say as politely as you can. You don't need to offend him since that could make it worse.

You slowly back away, but he mirrors your movements. His strides are bigger than yours and he's gaining on you. You were about to turn around and run when you suddenly hear a gunshot. You whip your head around to see where the shot came from.

On one of the rooftops above you, stood a younger man standing with his back to the moon, holding a really cool looking gun. There was a painful thud behind you and you whip your head around yet again to see that the man following you fell to the ground with a bullet hole in his chest. Blood was around around him and you stepped back to avoid getting any blood on you. You looked back to see if the young man was still there, but just as your head turned, he jumped off the roof. He quickly disappeared in the endless streets without a sound. Soon, you found yourself alone once more.

Part 2

#stray kids bang chan #skz bang chan #stray kids #skz #dream #thoughtz #bangchan #bang chan

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skrunkly-scrimblo-blimblo · 1 year

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Silly dragon story

Ok, this is just going to be me rambling about an oc of mine who I love and am making a comic about, but I must scream the general plot into the void and please share any ideas or criticisms.

-Background info-

Ok so it all takes place in this little dragon society, who is pretty divided. There are a few small cities and other groups but due to dragons being naturally prone to self-isolation these groups are few in far between. Most of these groups are essentially just little cults worshipping one or two of the gods.

For this story specifically there is a small group who follow Oram, an old one-eyed god of fortune, luck and a handful of other such things. This group is only about 20 dragons strong but they are extremely devout, especially the "leader" of the cult, Hester, a stocky grey and black dragon with very distinct ram horns and ice blue eyes. It is also important to note that Hester has convinced his cult that he and he alone can speak to their god, and so practically gets worshiped by the group.

-The man of the hour-

To set the scene, in a cave hidden away by a dence wood, four pale white dragon eggs are about to hatch. Eli, a snow-white drake with freckles and many spikes along her neck and spine, watches as the largest of the eggs begin to crack. Eli is thrilled but frazzled. Her mate Chai, a slender red dragon with long twisted horns, watches on from farther back in the cave, excitedly flicking his tail as the first bit of the new dragon pokes through the egg.

Now, it is important to remember that most dragons around this time were very superstitious. As when the wyrmling managed to break out into the warm cave, Eli almost batted him away in shock. You see our protagonist was born with one large eye in the center of his head, and as far as his parents knew, this must have been a curse from the gods.

For better or worse, you must also know that this was no godly mark. The child's eye was simply a defect.

Eli stared in horror at her son, was this a blessing? A curse? A message? Whatever it was it was not normal. She rushed the child over to Chai, who, considering the circumstances, was very calm. Me just looked at his offspring like it was any other.

Eli was VERY upset by this, this thing... it was wrong. It had to be disposed of ASAP. Chai was less keen on the matter, reasoning that is this was a result of the divine the child had to be protected. They went back and forth on the matter, their hushed discussion devolving into shrieks and roars.

As the so far un-named child watched this, he began to grow very distressed. He did not understand why they were yelling, or why his mother had snatched him from the nest with such vigor. He did not know what they were talking about, or why his father was pushing his mother away from him. He could not understand why the two were now attacking each other. All he knew was he was very scared, and he needed to run.

So, he did, he saw the light spilling out of the mouth of the cave and he ran to it. And he kept running. He ran until his legs could no longer go on.

-yay-

Ok I'm tired now, i'll add more to this soon, and some art!!!

#fiction #story #dragon #dragon oc #i'll finish it tomorrow #feeling eepy #writing #creative writing

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bearriebelliejam · 3 years

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"Hit One Where One Lives"

Summary ↳ Atsumu has had feelings for you since the day you've met, and he's always had trouble controlling his urges.

Words ↳ 1,566

Tags ↳ 18+, NSFW, characters above legal age, descriptions of NSFW fantasies, no actual fucking, atsumu is horny, mentions of high school days, angst but only like a couple sentences

A/N ↳ ahh I'm so sorry this is short and got cut off, but if you guys like it and want more please lmk!!

hit one where one lives

hit (one) where (one) lives

To affect one on a personal or intimate level.

People by nature only care about an issue if it hits them where they live.

Atsumu Miya was good at a lot of things.

Setting, spiking, serving, receiving, and bargaining for discounts on fatty tuna.

But one thing that Atsumu could never, ever bring himself to perfect was the art of conveying his feelings properly. It was something Osamu had confronted him about during their early high school years, recognizing his twin’s coping mechanism to protect him from his own self-destructive thoughts. A strained smile and bottles of bright yellow hair dye could only do so much for the rather eccentric Miya twin, something his brother had warned him would lead to burnout by his early 20’s. Atsumu, at the time, would only laugh it off, claiming that his inquisitive behavior was more stalkerish than affectionate.

This was until Atsumu had cost Inarazaki their spot in the nationals during his first year. He had never considered himself to be someone with butter fingers, in fact, he prided himself in his setting skill. Too much sometimes. Atsumu’s scalp felt raw from how his fingers dug into his hair, pulling at the obnoxiously dyed strands as fat tears rolled down his cheeks. It felt juvenile. He was in high school now, he had no reason to be mourning over such a stupid mistake.

Atsumu flinched lightly when the cool condensation of a plastic water bottle hit his calf, feeling the Air Conditioning in the now almost empty stadium blowing against the wet spot on his leg. Maybe he was dreaming, he thought, looking into the slightly glossy eyes that bore back into his. Yep, definitely dreaming. Little did he know those eyes would be the focus of his J/O sessions for the rest of his life.

His breath caught in his throat as your rosy cheeks swelled with your smile, although empathetic. It was too much of a foreign feeling to him. You were just doing your job, being the one and the only manager of a team as arduous as Inaraziki- in the same grade as him, no less- meaning that you had to sniff out each and every demanding member. Atsumu didn’t think he could ever forget how you sat next to him that day, softly rubbing the area between his shoulder blades and whispering soft words of encouragement as you helped him pop the lid on his bottle. You admitted to him about how even though you barely knew shit about volleyball, you could tell from the way his teammates and captain regarded him after the match that it wasn’t his fault. That night, after walking you home and waving you off down your driveway, Atsumu felt a foreign feeling rising in his chest.

This feeling would only continue to grow over the next four years.

Whether it be the way you had to clutch your knees every time he made you laugh too hard, the way you’d sneak a pudding to him during the mornings where your classes lined up, or the way that you’d both pull some sort of immature prank on his disgruntled brother. It was safe to say that you two were super close. But not in the way that Atsumu wanted you to be. Alongside every little detail that made you a great friend, there were way too many details that made you desirable. That time during the summer when it got so hot that you stripped yourself of your short sleeve for a tank top that accentuated every one of your curves still keeps him up at night. Not to mention the form-fitting elastic shorts that hugged your ass so right that even the newbies on the team couldn’t help themselves from trying to sneak a peak.

This would continue up until graduation, where Atsumu opened the door to your very teary-eyed and very emotional-looking self. Your eyes were brimming with tears, and he didn’t think those delectable swollen cheeks of yours could puff out any more than they already were. With shaky hands, you lifted the slightly crumpled piece of paper up to your chest. The thick black letters of ‘MSBY’ must have grown fists and hit him in the gut because before he knew it, he was lifting you a foot off the ground with an enthusiastic spin.

Fluffy white cotton surrounded Atsumu’s vision as he dried his hair from the shower, letting out a long sigh of relief at the feeling of his muscles relaxing after such a long practice session. It was the off-season, and the MSBY Black Jackals were taking the time off doing what they always did. Play volleyball. Obviously not to the extent as they would during the actual season, but every moment spent not doing something productive was a second basically submitting victory to the other team. That’s how Bokuto put it at least, before ultimately spraining his wrist from going too hard on the dumbbells. Safe to say both Coach and Akaashi were not happy.

“Hey, Omi-om, you should totally let me borrow that body spray you got.” Atsumu didn’t typically wear any sort of cologne, but the way you had him bend down to your level to smell his shirt collar after Kiyoomi’s scent wafted onto him was the result of a long sleepless night for him.

“Get your own, Miya.” Kiyoomi scoffed, rolling his eyes as he threw on his MSBY brand sweater. Atsumu pouted, quickly forgetting about every single one of his surroundings as he saw his phone light up with your contact name, your photo staring back at him expectantly. He had taken the photo when you had dragged him to the mall with you once, having slid a 20-yen coin into the slot of a mechanical bull riding machine. He had found it amusing at first, the way you had desperately grasped at the horns of the animal as it began to speed up, but his laughter was caught short. His eyes had trailed down your back that was arched suggestively off the saddle, hips moving with the steady bucking of the machine-

“Shit-” Snapping himself out of his erotic memory, he quickly clicked the green ‘answer call’ button. “Hello?” “Atsumu, are you almost done getting ready yet?” Your voice alone was enough to ease the tension building inside of him, shoulders relaxing as he let out a low chuckle.

“Why, missing my pretty face?” He could at least acknowledge that he only flirted with you to try and ease the urges growing inside him, he wasn’t that stupid. It was also partially because of the way the tips of your ears would redden at his sly comments, but you would always brush it off as being part of his play-boy-like personality. If only you knew how much he wanted to change that.

“I’m missing that your pretty face isn’t hurrying the hell up and getting in my goddamn car.” The teasing lilt to your voice did nothing to prevent the way his chest swelled when you called him pretty, a stupid, joyous smile spreading on his lips.

“Alright, alright, hold your horses. I’ll be right out.” You blew a raspberry into your phone, Atsumu giving one of his own before hanging up and grabbing his gym bag.

Nudging open the locker room door with his side, Atsumu had to force his dick from twitching in his shorts as he witnessed the sight in front of him. You were bent over the reception desk of the college gym, talking to the lady behind the desk as you fiddled with the heel of your stiletto. His eyes traced the way the fabric of your skirt hugged down your thighs. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. Discreetly making his way up behind you he shot the desk lady a wink with a finger over his lips, receiving a gulp and small nod from her before turning back to you.

“And that’s when I told Coach, we need to stop letting Bokuto near the equipment when he’s having one of his emo-” A dramatic squeal ended up finishing your little rant as Atsumu’s muscled arms hooked under your shoulders and yanked you off the floor. In the midst of your flailing, you caught a glimpse of bleached blonde hair in your peripherals. “Atsumu Miya set me down this instant!” Although your face was contorted in frustration, the laughter that slipped between your words disclosed your amusement.

The specific position that Atsumu had you in reminded him of one of the fantasies he had of you once. Your breath hot against his cheek as he plowed into you from behind, strong hands caressing the bulge that appeared in your stomach whenever he bottomed out. He would feel the sweaty slap of your ass against his pelvis with every harsh thrust, cries escaping your lips at the feeling.

“Atsumu?” You looked over your shoulder at the athlete in confusion. Realizing that he had spaced out, Atsumu mentally slapped himself as he smirked and set you down. “Sorry, sweetheart, got lost in thought.” He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to act casual, which was not missed by the reception lady as she grabbed her jacket and left the office, clearly sick of the flirting. A familiar smile spread across your cheeks, ears tinting in the way that made his cock twitch in his shorts, this time failing to conceal it. “Your place tonight, right?”

“You know it.” You giggled. This was going to be a long night for him.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Kickstart My Heart Pt.1 (Racer! Yeosang)

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, 80s AU.

Summary: During an era known for its vibrant colors, eccentric fashion styles and rise of new yet unconventional genres of music, the young generation of that time was infamously known for their need to rebel and live their lives rather scandalously and Y/N is no exception. So when a new and attractive man moves into her town, she has her eyes set on making him her next boy toy.

Word Count: 4K+

Warnings: Dumb attempts at crackhead humor, reader is a cold hearted bitch, guy gets dumped in public, reader's friend is lowkey creepy.

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Throwing on the last article of clothing that had been discarded the night before, the young woman shook out her hair, still damp from the quick shower she just took. Picking up her bag, she looked over at the figure still sleeping soundly, the subtle hint of a smile on his face. With a pitied pout on her lips, she walked over to the edge where his face was. Taking out the lipstick tube from her bag, she applied it all over her lips, painting them in the dark burgundy color that she fancied so much and had practically become her signature hue. Bending over, she pressed her lips against the corners of his mouth, giving him the faintest whisper of a kiss before pulling away. A satisfied smirk was plastered on her pretty features as she stared at the lipstick mark on his face, the only memoir she'd leave him with as she had done with countless others.

Closing the front door behind her, she pulled her denim jacket tighter on her body, shivering slightly from the early dawn's breeze that blew across. It was always like that even though summer had just begun, the early morning hours still feeling obnoxiously cool and then transpiring into slightly uncomfortably warm afternoons that had more than one soul in that quaint town grumbling and fussing about the weather. But oh did the evenings feel absolutely refreshing, and that's when everything would start bustling to life.

Having finally made it out of that small residential area and finding one of the main roads that helped her locate where to go, she started heading south towards the all too familiar diner where she had been working in ever since her school days, first starting part time and eventually transpiring to full time when it came time for her to spread her wings and fly out on her own, a feat she had been most anxious to do to get away from the overly controlling nature of her parents. She knew they cared about her, but she herself cared very little about the morals and principles they had raised her with, a common trait all the young people in that town shared: their rebellious and headstrong nature to not conform and go against everything they had been taught thus far. Live their own lives as freely as they chose to do.

And she definitely lived as she wanted to, even if it ended up with a rather bad reputation and ugly labels that rather than infuriate her, she openly embraced, as others had come to as well.

The light twinkle of the bells above the glass door let the person at the register know someone came in and they immediately plastered on their business smile, which quickly faded when they saw who it was.

"You're late Y/N." The minuscule raven haired waitress informed her, eyes never leaving her coworker's figure that came behind the counter and started punching in her number.

"Only by like 7 minutes." She waved her slip at the nonchalant looking girl before placing it back in its respective slot.

"One day it wouldn't surprise me if you just didn't show up because you got too caught up in.... something else."

Chuckling softly, Y/N walked up behind her coworker, hands coming up to ruffle the cheekbone level bob cut hair framing her unusually small face.

"Awww come on Lynn, you know I'd never leave you hanging here to attend customers by yourself. You're my bestie." Y/N assured her, playfully poking her lips out as she tried to place a kiss on her friend, the poor girl craning her neck away as she tended to dislike physical affection.

"I will squirt ketchup on you." Lynn threatened as she picked up the cherry red bottle as a last resort to get her attacker to back away. A rather noisy struggle ensued between both girls, catching the attention of the owner and cook behind the two doors, prompting her to come out and see what was the cause of such ruckus.

"Well I'll be darned. I don't remember paying you youngsters to simply slack off and behave like the hooligans you are." The middle aged woman spoke up, her thick accent becoming more prominent. Although she had a stern look and hands placed at her hips, the girls knew she was not in reality angry at them.

Looking over at the recently arrived girl, the owner closed her eyes and sighed deeply when she took in the attire she was wearing: low cut white tank, ripped denim shorts that left little to the imagination if she bent down, fishnet tights with a few holes in them, and her beloved denim jacket that was almost always on Y/N's body.

"I swear to god, Y/N , everytime I see you wear them rags you call clothes, I feel like my body is about to collapse. Why must you insist on dressing like a common street worker?"

Y/N wasn't at all offended by her words, having grown used to and becoming fond of her boss's abrupt, direct and honest manner of speaking.

"Gotta start looking the part if I'm going to dedicate my life to the occupation." She giggled at her own joke, resulting in the older woman taking the rag off her apron and smacking her with it.

"This little runt, talking nonsense like that- get your ass back in there and change into your uniform. Can't have you prancing around here in those skimpy clothes and have all these men that come here say disrespectful things about you. Nuh uh, not to my girls." She shook her head.

"Yes Miss Audrey." Complying with the woman's wishes, she pushed open the swing doors leading to the back and quickly made her way to the corner where all the employee's cubicles were located. Grabbing the necessary items, she turned and went inside the bathroom to change into her uniform, consisting of a knee length crimson red dress, which she had actually altered so it would be shorter and display her thighs more, the cap sleeves slightly puffed up and the torso part had a trail of white buttons going all the way up to the modest v-neckline, usually most buttons were left undone so her cleavage would shamelessly peak out. Exchanging her black Doc Martens in favor of her white Nike sneakers, Y/N tied her apron around her waist, making sure it was as tight as possible so it would accentuate her curves and give her body a more flattering appearance. As she made her way out, she quickly piled her hair up before securing it with one of the many elastics she kept around her wrists, leaving out a few tendrils to fall on her temples.

Coming back out to start her daily work, she stood in front of Lynn, who merely spared her an unamused glance.

"How do I look?" Y/N asked.

"Like a total slut." Her friend answered in her usually rude way.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed a spray bottle and a rag. Making her way over to the table that had just finished being used, she quickly picked up the plates and glass, bringing them back over to where Lynn was, who took them so she could wash them in the sink. Spraying the top of the marble piece, she had began her task of wiping down the table when the ringing of the bell signaled new customers had arrived, and rowdy ones at that too.

"Damn! Is today's special fluffy sponge cake? Cause I would sure love a piece of that ass."

Y/N recognized that annoying voice even from miles away, belonging to none other than one of her old classmates, Jung Wooyoung, whom she considered a friend, if he didn't manage to irk her too much. Turning around, she of course wasn't surprised to see him surrounded by his crew of equally idiotic and adrenaline junkie friends, whom she had to admit were pleasant and fun to hang out with.

"Sit your asses down already, I'll be over in a minute to take your order." She told them before resuming her previous task, earning a scoff from the most dramatic of the group.

"Fine customer service! Don't think you'll be getting a tip from me." His words made her nearly burst into a fit of giggles.

"Wooyoung please, you never ever tip whenever you come. None of you, except Yunho." It kinda saddened her that said male unfortunately wasn't there with them at the moment.

"He doesn't tip you, he tips short stack over there." His friend with cat like eyes pointed towards Lynn, who upon overhearing him held up a rather explicit finger in his direction.

"I'll poison your food San." She threatened with a sing song tone.

"Like I wouldn't know that you already spit on it." San spat back, sticking his tongue out in his immature and infantile fashion.

"Can you guys hurry up and order already? I'm starving and we gotta head to the tracks as early as possible." The fiery red haired male known as Song Mingi blurted out, fingers tapping impatiently against the top of the table.

"If little miss g-string would care to hop her luscious ass over here, maybe we could."

Strutting over to where they sat, Y/N harshly threw the dirty rag on Wooyoung's face, causing a faint grunt to come out of his mouth.

"No matter how many times you mention my ass, I'm still not letting you tap it." She firmly stated, making Wooyoung slightly purse his lips outwards in a disappointed grimace.

"So anygays-" Mingi began.

"Umm I think you mean anyways." San corrected him.

Leaning in towards him, Mingi locked eyes on the shorter male and stared him down with an intimidating glare.

"Did I stutter Choi?"

San immediately shook his head rapidly. With a victory smile, Mingi reclined back in his seat.

"I'm just going to get the breakfast platter with some orange juice."

Y/N couldn't stifle her snort when he said his choice of drink, the other two men looking away in embarrassment.

"You've been drinking orange juice since you were in grade school Mingles, don't you think you outta start taking something more grown up? Like coffee?" San suggested and Mingi did not appreciate it.

"Coming from the one who still brings a plushie to sleep with him, your suggestion holds no value or power." He retorted.

"OK SHIBER IS NOT A PLUSHIE, HE'S FAMILY YOU JACKASS!" San sprinted up from his seat, nearly leaning across to grab Mingi by the color, but he was held back by Wooyoung.

Lynn, who had thus far stayed quiet, promptly came up with a spray bottle and consequently doused the untamed boy on his face.

"Bad kitty, bad kitty." She reprimanded him, unable to resist the opportunity to attack her long time frenemy.

"Lynn!" Y/N looked at her with surprise.

"You're welcome." Lynn replied rather monotone before going back to her place behind the counter like she didn't just spray San with disinfecting water.

"There's too many germs going around anyways..." She muttered under her breath.

Without any further interruptions, aside from the rumbling coming out of the boys' stomachs, they finished ordering what they wanted and Y/N sent it over so they could be prepared. Not wanting to be near their loud asses, Y/N went back over to where Lynn was, peeking over to see what she was currently reading in the magazine she held.

"What you reading?" She casually inquired.

"Horoscope section." Y/N wasn't surprised, her friend tended to be into more mystical, eccentric and rather.....extreme with her taste in fashion and music. If Y/N was the one who turned heads for her scandalous attire, Lynn was the one people turned away from in fear when they saw how she dressed. It was a sight that truly made both of them laugh at people's foolishness, well at least made Y/N laugh. Her friend rarely had any other expression plastered on that wasn't utter disdain for society and life.

Unexpectedly, another customer came in. Both girls looked at each other in confusion when neither of them recognized him. Their town was rather small with few people living there, so they deduced that he must be a traveler who probably got lost on his route. He himself looked around nervously, eyes barely lifting up. Y/N couldn't help herself as she took in his perfect face. Big, round eyes with crystal clear orbs, small face with a V-line jaw, perfectly sculpted nose with no sign of defects, skin smooth and blemish free, he looked like a prince out of a fairytale. He was incredibly pretty, yet stood there so awkwardly that it was almost comical.

"Hey Yeosang! You made it! Sit down! I ordered for you in advanced!" Wooyoung surprised both girls when it seemed he knew the stranger and even waved him over to where they sat. The other two boys also seem familiarized with him and welcomed him to sit with them, chatting up a storm already with him.

"Who's that?" Lynn was the one to finally ask out loud.

"Beats me.....but he sure is adorable."

Noticing the way her lips curled upwards, Lynn could already see the wheels inside Y/N's head turning.

"And I bet you're going to go over there and find out- aaand there you go." She ended up answering her own deduction as she watched Y/N happily walked over with a more bright expression on her face, that soon soured when her boss came out of the kitchen and beat her over to the table, laying down several plates of food.

"I knew as soon as I saw the orders that it had to be the lot of you." She scoffed softly as she looked at the boys' grinning faces.

"You know us Miss Audrey, we wouldn't ever think of eating anywhere else but here. You're the best cook in all of town." Wooyoung praised her with a sparkling charm that could have fooled anyone else but not the robust woman in front of him.

"Boy stop trying to tickle my ears, I've known you since you were in your soiled diapers being carried around by your mama, running around and creating chaos anywhere you went. Flattery may work on them poor girls you play with but me? I can see right through ruffians like you."

Turning her head to finally notice the new addition to the group, she looked him up and down.

"Boy who might you be?" She questioned him, earning the ears of the girls nearby to listen in for any valuable information.

"I'm..... Yeosang Kang, nice to meet you." He introduced himself, tilting his head slightly down when he said that.

"He just moved into town this week! He's the new guy who is going to work with us down at the car shop and help on the race track!" San enthusiastically shouted, making the older woman cringe.

"I may be old, but I still haven't gone deaf for you to yell in such a way boy. So...." She crossed her arms and looked at Yeosang again.

"You a racer too?"

Now the girls, particularly Y/N, were more interested in what his response would be.

"I- yes. So it seems." The poor boy looked so flustered, obviously being more of a soft spoken individual, contrasting starkly to the other 3 boys.

Miss Audrey let out a seemingly displeased hum at his answer.

"As if we needed anymore hooligans running wild. We already got enough with the 3 Stooges over here."

The girls couldn't help but snicker at their boss's words, always having a blast whenever she put the boys back in their place. They however looked displeased, glaring at them intensely.

"Shouldn't you both be off somewhere cleaning dishes or making sandwiches?"

Snatching one of the knifes, Lynn held it up and was about to jump over, but Y/N came up in front of her.

"Lynn, no. Just calm down ok? You know they're just being idiots." Y/N reminded her.

Grumbling something in a foreign language no one knew for sure if it was real or not, Lynn put the knife back, squinting her eyes at them before turning around to not look at them again. Y/N giggled softly, finding it absolutely cute whenever her friend lost her cool and collected form cause it reminded her of a chihuahua, barking and yelping at anything larger than itself trying to establish dominance.

Noticing that in her display of aggression, Lynn had inadvertently knocked over a few of the brochures that were on display for people to take, Y/N stooped down and proceeded to pick them up in a casual manner. Standing up, she neatly arranged them properly, making sure they all faced the same direction and the sides weren't poking out anywhere. Feeling as though someone had been watching her all along, she looked at the table of boys, half expecting Wooyoung's smug grin to greet her, but she was completely wrong as it was none other than the new guy who seemed unable to keep his eyes off her figure, staring intently at the length of her skirt. When he realized she noticed, his eyes went wide, cheeks burning up with utter embarrassment. Y/N however seemed unbothered by this. Wanting to test something, she pretended to accidentally drop one of the pamphlets. Bending over, she made sure he could get a perfect glimpse of her cleavage, if he payed enough attention, he'd be able to see that she was in fact, not wearing any bra. Coming back up, Y/N looked over to see the results, smirking when the agape mouth of Yeosang confirmed to her that he had indeed noticed everything.

"Oh sweetheart, you're gonna be too easy..." She had already made up in her mind that Yeosang would be her next target, and she had to put her plan in action. Placing the brochures down, she was about to go over and start flirting with him, until a familiar voice called for her.

"Y/N! There you are!"

She internally groaned when she heard him, wondering why on earth did he not get the hint of ditching him like that, especially when he very well knew about the reputation she had. She tried ignoring him, but of course, he had had to be the persistent type, no doubt thinking he was going to have a different ending than the rest before him.

"I thought you'd be here. You could have told me you were going to be gone early. I would have made you breakfast."

Knowing she had to say something, Y/N grabbed her pad and gave him the fakest smile she was capable of donning.

"Hi, what can we get started for you today? Waffles? Eggs and bacon? Coffee to start off with?"

The trio of friends, having no choice but to witness the interaction due to it happening right in front of them, snickered amongst themselves.

"Oh shit. He's in for it." San whispered lowly.

The boy obviously looked extremely confused, his smile lightly falling off, but then returning to its hopeful state.

"Why are you acting like this candy bear? Pretending like you don't know me?" When he tried to reach a hand to pull her close, the girl simply pushed him away with one of her fingers.

"Look, clearly you're too stupid to understand so let me spell it out in a language you can understand." Letting out a tired sigh, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a sour look displaying on her pretty face.

"We had a nice time together, and last night was... average to put it nicely."

"Oh man. That was a total burn." Mingi couldn't help but snort, some of the orange juice being spit back into his glass.

"But that was all it was and all it's ever going to be. So why don't you do yourself a favor and just go back home to your Star Trek figurines and watch the latest episode of Thunder Cats?"

The not so discreet snickering coming from the table behind them only made the humiliation for the man multiply significantly. Turning red with utter despair and rage, he quickly brushed past Y/N rather brusquely.

"Fucking bitch." She heard him mutter under his breath, a phrase she had grown accustomed to hearing among many others.

"Oh god. Homegirl struck again." Wooyoung laughed, swirling his milkshake in his hand.

"Ayo why you gotta do Thunder Cats like that? It's actually pretty entertaining." San commented.

Looking over at the time, the guys quickly stood up, dropping their share of bills onto the table.

"You guys get paid today too right? Come meet up with us at the track." Wooyoung suggested.

"Why on earth would we want to go see your greasy, oil smelling ass after dealing for nearly an hour with you already?" Lynn questioned him, eyes never peering up from her magazine.

"Because Yunho would be there?"

Still she didn't respond, the only movement made was her finger turning the page.

"Bro we been knew she don't give two shits about him." Mingi reminded them.

"Because we're going to the drive in theater after work, they're playing a horror movie."

Lifting her gaze, Lynn closed the magazine, although still stone faced, her eyes seemed to brighten up.

"My interest has been greatly piqued." Her lips showed the faintest whisper of a smile that gave a rather eerie and chilling feel down the people's spines.

"Maybe we should rethink inviting Satan's offspring." San leaned in towards Mingi, shivering significantly.

"Great! So we'll catch you gals later."

The boys quickly dispersed themselves, save Yeosang who still sat quietly, keeping mostly to himself. His fingers fidgeted with the half drunk cup he was holding, gaze fixed on the table in front of him. Looking up, he was attempting to work up the courage to talk to Y/N, but before he could even get the chance to gather strength, the owner came out from the back, whispering a few orders to her and gesturing for her to go tend to a situation in the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, he got up to go join the rest of the gang outside who were waiting for him. Slumping his hands in the pockets of his pants, he moved out of the booth with a solemn gaze.

"Hey."

His steps came to a screeching halt when he heard Y/N call out to him. Looking over, she smiled sweetly in his direction.

"Hope I see you later." With a flirtatious wink, she bid him goodbye as she disappeared into the back.

Yeosang stood there stunned momentarily, replaying her words over and over again in his mind, pondering endlessly at their meaning.

"Little pussy cat sure got you brain dead, didn't she?"

Startled by the unexpected voice next to him, he jumped when the face of the kind yet stern old lady studied him carefully. With a disapproving shake of her head, she decided it'd be best to warn him before he started getting ideas in his head.

"Listen, you seem like a sweet and sensible young man, so it's best for you to listen to me and stay away from that darn girl. Don't let them sugar coated lips of hers sweet talk themselves into your heart. You'll just end up heart broken like all the lovers she's had."

Picking up some of the plates, she gave him one last look, pointing an accusatory finger at him to get her point across.

"She's dangerous." Finally saying what she needed to say, Miss Audrey headed back with plates in her arms, slapping away Lynn's hands when they attempted to pry them off her, barking instructions at her to watch the counter and leave her be.

"Dangerous....." Yeosang thought to himself, the warning the good intended woman gave him sinking deep in his mind. Although he took her words to heart, something about the way she glanced at him pulled at the strings in his chest, taking his breath away when he remembered the risque position she was in that purposely allowed him to view more than he should have. That memory tinted his cheeks pink, lips unable to suppress a small smile. He knew that he should heed the old woman's advice.

But he had to admit that he loved danger and the thrill it came with.........

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