#Unique Bartender Gifts

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Best Bartender Ever: How to Create an Unforgettable Bar Experience

"Best Bartender Ever" is a title that celebrates the exceptional skill, personality, and service of a highly regarded mixologist. This accolade is often bestowed upon bartenders who go above and beyond in their craft, creating an unforgettable experience for their patrons.

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The best bartenders possess a unique blend of qualities. They have an encyclopedic knowledge of drinks, from classic cocktails to cutting-edge concoctions, and can expertly customize beverages to suit individual tastes. Their mixology skills are impeccable, with precise measurements and techniques that result in perfectly balanced drinks every time.

Beyond technical prowess, the best bartenders excel in customer service. They have a keen ability to read people, offering just the right amount of conversation or respectful silence. They're adept at managing the atmosphere of their bar, ensuring everyone feels welcome and comfortable.

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The best bartenders also demonstrate professionalism in high-pressure situations, maintaining composure during busy hours and dealing tactfully with challenging customers. They're often seen as confidants, offering a sympathetic ear when needed.

Ultimately, the "Best Bartender Ever" transforms the simple act of serving drinks into an art form, creating memorable experiences that extend far beyond the glass.

A Cool Funny Bartending Gift Christmas combines humor, practicality, and holiday cheer for the mixologist in your life. These gifts often feature witty slogans, bartending puns, or humorous illustrations related to cocktail-making or drinking culture, all with a festive twist.

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Examples might include a Christmas-themed cocktail shaker with funny instructions, novelty bottle openers shaped like Santa's sleigh, or a set of coasters with cheeky drink-related holiday jokes. Other ideas could be an ugly Christmas sweater with a bartending theme or a festive apron with built-in bottle holsters.

These gifts not only bring laughter but also serve a practical purpose in a bartender's toolkit. They're perfect for adding a touch of humor to holiday parties or bringing some festive flair to the bar during the Christmas season.

Ultimately, these gifts celebrate the fun side of bartending while embracing the joy of the holidays.

Christmas Gifts for Son encompasses a range of thoughtful presents tailored to bring joy to a beloved child or adult son during the holiday season. These gifts often reflect the son's interests, hobbies, or needs, showing a parent's understanding and care. Options might

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include tech gadgets, sports equipment, books, clothing, or personalized items. For younger sons, toys and games are popular choices. For adult sons, practical items like tools, accessories, or experience gifts might be appropriate. The best Christmas gifts for sons combine sentimentality with functionality, creating lasting memories and strengthening the parent-child bond during this special time of year.

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ᯓ 50 first dates — heeseung

“cursed with the gift of memories”

syn well-known for his charm and charisma, lee heeseung’s name travels through well with tourists. giving them the best dates and nights of their life. heeseung’s strictly only into one nights stands, running away from commitment even before it was there to chase him. however, his life changed completely when his eyes fell upon a woman. a woman who he knows he could never get. but that has never stopped him, hasn’t it?

feat. hyung line yeji (itzy) hyunjin (skz) | wc 5901 words

pairs fuckboy!heeseung + reader | cw s2l one sided pining? fuckboy turned sweet angst fluff smoking drinking mentions of hook ups mentions of an accident memory loss profanity — mlist navi

note entry for @cupidhoons ’s 1k event >< i tweaked a few things here and there, but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless

“he’s incredible” she says, grabbing her mojito from the bartender. looking back to her friend, “he’s got these eyes that just hold a mischievous look, you know?”

“so? what else happened that night?” another guy asked his friend as she was running on the treadmill.

“we had dinner at this small restaurant and we talked about our lives. it was just like a movie” a woman said as she recalled the night, chatting off while writing her thesis.

“was that all?” a girl’s sister asks while both of them were getting ready for a party.

“we had the best night, he’s so sweet and caring and everything i ever want in a man” a woman said to the worker who was massaging her.

“did you get his number?” her friend asked while handing her a cup of coffee.

“thats the thing” she said, eating lunch at a restaurant. “when i asked for his number he told me he had a girlfriend”

“what’s his name?” her manager asks handing her the new papers.

“lee heeseung”

all over, dozens of women have the same story to tell of the same man. lee heeseung. his charm goes around that has tons of tourists falling head over heels for him.

although really, the charm only consists of the same things with each women; talking to them at whatever place he lands in, telling them about his life stories he’s crafted perfectly, and in the end giving them a good night.

he really had no problem with this routine, figuring they’d all leave soon anyway. dismissing any of their attempts to stay in contact with him by making up on the spot excuses.

“seung” jake exasperates, calling him for the nth time. “you in or not?”

puffing out the smoke, he hummed agreeing to whatever they were talking about.

“we’re diving tomorrow, be at the docks at 5 AM” jay says, grabbing the cigarette pack and throwing it on to the table. “sharp.”

“can’t, i have to take care of the dolphins” heeseung sighs.

“can’t you tell your cousin to do it?” sunghoon asks, taking a swig of the whiskey.

“haven’t you seen him?” he says, referring to his coward of a cousin. as the four continue to talk around the slowly dissipating fire.

heeseung woke up the next day tending to his dolphins. feeding them food and watching them as they swim and did tricks. he sat on the docks, letting his feet hang over the edge, patting the dolphins every once in a while if they snuggled his legs.

he got up about half an hour later and headed to one of the local diners in town. a small, dingy house close to where he works. he sat on the bar stool and a girl who looked around his age took the order.

“i’ll just have coffee, thanks”

“seriously? you look like you’d get blown off by the wind” the girl says, “i’ll fix you up a sandwich”

heeseung smiled profusely, confused whether he should be offended or grateful. he skims through the men looking over the unique variety of choices, when the reflection of the sun seems to be hitting him. he looked up to the direction with squinted eyes and he was so glad the sun shined perfectly at him.

to say he was captivated was an understatement. your hair sat down perfectly on your back as you smiled at the menu like it was an interesting book. you set down the spoon you were playing with and the barista walked up to you to take your order.

heeseung’s eyes never left you, entirely too enthralled just by your presence. he decides to make a move, getting up from his spot and sitting across from your seat that’s conveniently vacant. he watched as the barista placed your plate of pancakes in front of you.

“thanks, yeji” you smiled up at her. he can’t tell which was more angelic; your voice or your smile.

you picked up your pancakes and started stacking them, heeseung watched with curiosity. you started off making a mini volcano as the steam from the heat drove up. minutes later, when heeseung’s eyes left you for a while, your volcano had transformed to a house. you continued stacking the bread carefully.

picking up a small piece, you intended for it to be the door to the supposed house. when suddenly, a toothpick drove through them from the top.

“it creates a hinge” someone says. you look up, which appeared to be a wrong move because the man that stood in front of you might’ve just been carved by the gods.

his hair roused messily atop his head and a grin that you swore had your heart clenched. you momentarily freeze up, scanning over your words for a decent reply.

“oh, thanks” you trail off, showing a small smile.

heeseung was about to sit back down at his spot until you braved yourself.

“hey” you pause awkwardly as he turns back to you “i see you’re alone as well, why don’t you sit with me”

heeseung’s grin doubled and he sat down across from you. from then on, heeseung didn’t know what he got himself into all he knows is that your voice was addicting and your smile held the world.

you both had a long conversation about your lives. he told you about his work in wildlife as a marine veterinarian, tending to the dolphins mostly. and you told him about your work as an art teacher in a school nearby.

you listened intently, thoroughly interested in his job, “my dad works as a fisherman”

“oh really? so you know how to fish” heeseung perked up.

“no, i’ve never really been interested in it” you replied, “but i’m used to the smell of the sea, you reek of it”

heeseung scoffed playfully, “i know, i just went back from feeding the dolphins. probably should have cleaned myself up before”

“no!” you exclaimed trying to fix your tone, “i didn’t mean it in a bad way. you smell nice, like the scent of the sea, it’s kind of nostalgic”

“really?” heeseung looks at you, eyes widened in that adorable way. god, he looks so good. you nodded with a smile that stretched perfectly on your lips. “you should come and meet the dolphins some time”

your eyes lit up, “oh i would love to, how many do you tend to?”

before heeseung could answer, yeji stopped him by telling you both off as they’d have to pack up for lunch.

you both walked out of the diner leisurely when heeseung turned to you, “hey, do you want to continue this somewhere else? i have a nice place we can go to”

“oh” you let out, whilst scrunching your face “i'm so sorry but today’s my dad’s birthday and we usually drive out to the field. it’s our tradition”

“well then how about next time?” he asked, tilting his head.

“how about tomorrow? meet me here for breakfast?” you offered.

“tomorrow then”

rain poured teardrops in a continuous rythmn, the wind blowing harshly. a figure disrupted the pattern as heeseung went in the diner and dropped himself on the bar stool, greeting yeji. and waving at the guy in the back, who’s face always looked sour whenever he looked at heeseung.

“the bar’s closed” hyunjin, who he now knows as yeji’s brother said blatantly. heeseung shrugged at the customer that was sitting on one of the sofas and shined a sly grin at him, receiving an eye roll back.

the door opened once more and you walked in, heeseung watched as you sat down and dropped your jacket beside you.

he stood up and walked to your seat, “hey pretty, missed me yet?”

you looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, “no?” you said, before going back to read the menu.

heeseung stared at you dumbfounded, “hey, are you okay? you said you wanted to meet up again yesterday”

“yesterday? i’ve never even met you” you scrunched your nose as heeseung stood still in confusion, his mind reeling.

in a spur, heeseung got dragged by his collar and out of the diner. the door behind him slammed shut, he turned to see yeji stared at him menacingly.

“what’s wrong? why’s she..” he trailed off.

yeji clicked her tongue, sighing, “she isn’t what you think she is” heeseung waited, breathing heavily, the humid air made it difficult to breathe.

“about a year ago, y/n got into a terrible car accident. she and her father went up North Shore to grab fruits as tradition” yeji continued, “her father broke some ribs, but she had a serious head injury”

yeji looked away and stared off into the rain “she’s suffering short-term memory loss” yeji concluded. heeseung apparently had a hard time understanding all of this, none of the information thrown at him clicking right yet.

“wait, so she can’t remember anything?”

“no you dumbass, she remembers everything up until the night before the accident”

both of them stayed silent.

“so what? she thinks everyday is the day of her dad’s birthday?”

“exactly” yeji states, “she wakes up everyday thinking it’s the same day, her father’s provided her with a special paper that he’s printed over a hundred times for her to read”

“he’s been keeping her in the dark?”

“it’s not like that. she’s been through a lot already and her father doesn’t want her to suffer anymore” yeji scolds. “so if you don’t mind, i need you to stop bothering her. find another person to bother”

“how long’s it gonna take for her to gain back her memory?” jake asks, laying on his back staring up at the night sky.

“her doctors say it may never come back” heeseung says, throwing in food for the dolphins.

“so, basically” jake starts looking down at his friend, “she’s perfect for you”

“what?”

“you’ve never been into commitment” jake shrugs, “there’s practically no attachment there”

heeseung stays silent. jake raised his eyebrows, “don’t tell me you’re falling for her”

he slapped his friend’s leg, “i’m not” he says, “it’s just evil”

“you meet her, hang out, flirt, no commitment, nobody gets hurt”

“she has brain damage, you douche”

“you sure that’s the only reason?”

once again, heeseung stays silent. he can’t lie. he knows that he felt, if anything, the tiniest bit of care for you. spending too much time awake thinking about you more than he should’ve.

“i mean, either way, i think this’ll be good for you” jake starts, his eyes scanned the stars one by one, “you haven’t really let yourself connect with a girl”

“oh so now you care?” heeseung asks, rather jokingly.

“i want the best for you, seung. you’re leaving soon for university, the choice is really yours in the end” jake says, finally sitting up and looking at his friend with sincerity.

“thanks” hee mumbled as jake stood up to get off the ship, patting him on the back while doing so.

“you should get some sleep, you’d need energy to get her back”

heeseung stared at the back of jake’s retreating figure. they’ve been friends for years now, being the closest out of the four. always being a helping hand for the other whenever any of them were in need.

“you again?” hyunjin rolled his eyes about to grab a stick.

“relax, i just want to say hi to her” heeseung says, holding a hand out in defence.

“what did yeji say?”

“that you’d kill me with an axe” heeseung trailed off. “but, hey, look i really just want to talk to her again”

“she doesn’t want guys hitting on her during breakfast” hyunjin said, plainly.

“want to bet on that? 20 bucks” apparently the world was on his favor when hyunjin decides to shake his hand.

“deal”

heeseung spots you on your usual seat, building a house out of your pancakes. he decides its better to play safe, picking up a toothpick, walking to your seat.

“it acts as a hinge” he says, smiling.

“are you from a country where you think it’s okay to stick your fingers all over someone’s food?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“uhm, no, i’m from this country” he starts and after seeing your expression, all of the lines he’d planned out got caught on his tongue, “well, have a good meal”

hyunjin cackled at his attempts and heeseung doubled the price for the next day, determined to get you to have breakfast with him again. that’s how it went on for days, heeseung kept doubling the price at his failed attempts. yeji not really helping as she scowled at him everyday while hyunjin doubled over in laughter.

one of those days, heeseung realizes he really has nothing else to loose, except for his dignity. so that is exactly what he did. heeseung started sobbing in the middle of the diner, weird looks thrown at him.

when you suddenly sat beside him and spoke in the softest voice, he almost melted right then and there. but he pushed through with the acting, still sobbing nonetheless of you trying to calm him down. finally, he got succeeded in getting you to have breakfast with him once again. under the excuse that he couldn’t read.

you both talked all throughout the day, teaching him how to pronounce certain words, reading off the menu and enunciating each syllable. he found it quite endearing that you were so patient given the ridiculous situation.

“i had a great time” you said as you both walked out of the diner.

“yeah, so did i” heeseung smiles. he was about to say something else, but stopped. figuring it was better to go one step at a time, he turned to go get in his car when you scoffed.

“seriously? thats all? you know i thought that if someone would embarrass themselves just to talk to me they would at least ask for my number” you say, turning on the engine and start to pull out of the park.

heeseung, panicked, quickly got in his car to drive after you and apologise. afraid that he would cause problems. and that is how he led himself to this moment; getting told off by your father and almost getting beaten up by your brother.

your father had told him to lose contact with you. that he was to not go to the diner anymore and leave you alone.

now if there’s anything to know about heeseung, it’s that he takes an advice and let it go out the other ear — with the exception of his own grandma, he’s terrified of her — and second, he will never give up on anything. so, he left no time for sulking as the next day he had a brand new conception.

he knew there was no way he could ever talk to you in the diner under the watchful eyes of both yeji and hyunjin. so, learning your daily schedule, heeseung decides to stop at a part of your drive and pretended as if his truck broke down.

“hey, i’m so sorry. can you give me a lift?” heeseung awkwardly smiled as you slowly stopped right in front of his car. a concerned look on your face.

“yeah, of course” you say, getting out of your car to help attach his to yours.

with that, he’s made up a variety of reasons to stop you on your way. most days interacting with you than not. he was so determined to talk to you, his excuses ranged from being kidnapped to getting beaten by who you assumed was a random man.

the plans were carefully thought of, daily. he spent much time creating up random scenarios that were severe enough for you to spare him some time and talk to him.

he really should’ve seen it coming. because one day, your car wasn’t the one approaching, rather, another car. as it came closer he realized your father and brother were sat on the front seats and he sat up from the position he took on the ground.

“once you stop pretending to look dead, come by the house”

now he’s once again stood in the lawns of your house. he expected your dad to tell him to stop meeting you or restrict him further, but all he did was just talk to him.

your dad hesitantly told him how happy you were going about your day and how it only ever happens whenever you had an interaction with him.

“i can stop you from seeing my daughter” your father pauses, “but i can’t stop her from seeing you if that’s what makes her happy”

the weight of his words flowed through the air as your voice tunes in from the garage. painting away your garage whilst singing a song you know so well.

“let me get this straight” jake says, “you’ve been trying to talk to her everyday, making up dozens of excuses, doing random things just so she would talk to you?”

“well if you word it like that, it sounds sad”

“so you’re basically trying to get her to fall in love with you, every single day”

“not always” heeseung trails off, “it’s complicated”

“sure” jake says, taking out his pack of cigarettes. “want one?”

heeseung shook his head, back in thought.

“you haven’t been smoking lately” jake ponders. “is it because of that girl?”

jake said it as a joke, fully expecting his friend to slap him or dismiss it all. but he was proved wrong when heeseung stared right at him and nodded.

“she’s been through enough, i don’t want her to have lung problems just because i can’t leave her alone”

jake whistled low at the statement.

“besides, it’s bad for your lungs, you should stop too”

“i don’t smoke as much as you did” jake retorts, putting back the blunt in the pack. figuring it was boring to smoke alone.

“i never expected you’d do things like this”

“you think i’m heartless”

“not when you used to shit your pants from a ghost story” jake laughs and so did heeseung, hitting his friend on the back. jake looked to his friend, curious.

“do you like her?”

“what do you think?”

“personally?” jake stops, “i think you’re in love with her”

a part of him wanted to deny that, he used to be afraid of commitment after all. but now the prospect of not having any commitment with you kind of scares him. he can’t have commitment with you, literally and figuratively. how could he when you can’t remember who he is everytime you wake up.

like jake said; no strings attached. except, this time he was the at the receiving end and he couldn’t do anything about it.

attempting for the last time to talk to you at the diner, heeseung knew he would fail. he thought he’d done terribly at flirting with you when you screamed a loud ‘no’.

but when you quickly grabbed your jacket and walked out, he followed suit. yeji and hyunjin alarmed as well, walking out of the diner.

the police was about to place a ticket on your car, it was overdue.

“the tags don’t expire until next year”

“it expires May of this year, maam” the police officer said.

“no! it expires may of next-“ you stop after looking at the date of a newspaper that someone was holding.

in a rush, you look around for your car and got in. driving back home confused and aggravated, you have no idea what’s happening.

in the end, you’ve spiraled into this deep hole of reality after your father, quite hesitantly, revealed everything. he told you the whole story; the car accident, what your dad has done, and — to heeseung’s surprise — what heeseung has been doing for the past few months.

sitting on the front steps of your house, flipping through the book filled with newspapers and clippings from your accident, everyone waited around you. your father ready with answers if you if you had any questions or needed any support.

what no one expected was for you to say you wanted to talk to heeseung, alone. heeseung himself was quite shocked, and scared to be faie. he thought out of anyone, you wouldn’t want to talk to him anymore. rather hesitant, your father and brother walked in the house to give you space.

the silence was unbearable, for heeseung anyway. you stared front out to the grassy field. it was a beautiful afternoon if not for the situation you were in right now.

“so, um” heeseung cleared his throat rather awkwardly.

“i’m sorry”

he waits for you to continue, but alas you never did. heeseung looks at you, his brows furrowed.

“what for?”

“you’re the only person i can never remember when i wake up” you say, stretching out your legs and observing them instead.

heeseung looked at you — or rather admired you. he can’t believe even in a situation as this, he still find it in himself to fawn over you. you looked so ethereal under the small rays of the sun.

“it’s alright” hee said, slowly smiling as he looked away from you and off to the wide land. “not like you can help it”

“how are you fine with all this?” this time, you were the one facing him, gosh how could he still keep on that god awful, handsome smile on when he’s practically been rejected multiple times?

“just because” he replies, his smile widening. heeseung feels as if he’s gone mad, absolutely batshit insane. he can’t tell why he’s smiling so brightly right now, maybe it’s because of the fact that he’s having a conversation with you again, or maybe it’s because of how cute you sounded like when you’re concerned for him.

“you’re okay with” you pause, carefully choosing the right words “trying to make me fall in love with you every single day?” you say this slowly, enunciating each syllable hoping you’d say it in a way that didn’t seem weird or self-centered.

“what if i say i am?” you were caught off guard when heeseung’s face turned to you. you hadn’t really noticed your proximity until now. his nose was barely grazing yours and you could see his eyes up close, has it always been that pretty?

you gulp. because how can you not? lee heeseung is inches away from your face and he has the most adorable expression anyone could’ve ever seen. an expression no one’s ever seen except for you. his pupils dilated, hair messy from the wind, cheeks a rosy color and a small grin to top it all off.

“why?”

“want me to show you why?” he says. your heart pounded too loud and out of the sheer fear of him being able to hear it, you looked away. heeseung chuckled and blinked, his eyes wandering back to the field.

“i have to get back” heeseung says standing up, “tell me if you ever need anything” you finally dared yourself to look up at him. it didn’t matter anyway as heeseung walked off and got into his car. flashing that smile of his once more before pulling out of the driveway.

you went in your house after watching his car get further and further, lost in your own thought. when you walk up to your room, a small box covered with wrapping paper is placed on top of your bed.

opening it carefully, you opened the box to see a disc titled “to y/n”. out of curiosity, you ran down to the living room’s television and insert it into the dvd player.

sitting down on the sofa, you waited as the video started to play. the tunes of your favorite song hummed in as heeseung came into view.

“hi, heeseung here” he starts saying, the camera pans to two people in the background that was making heart poses and kissy faces. “yo guys stop”

the guys in the back laughed silently and the camera focused back on heeseung, his smile back on display.

“if you’re watching this, y/n. i want to tell you a bit of a background story first” heeseung stops, and grabs something from below “you got into a car accident about a year ago”

the camera focused on the newspaper clipping of her accident, “and now you can’t remember me, even if i try to talk to you everyday”

the person behind the camera snorted and heeseung threw a dirty look to whoever.

“but it’s okay, because now i’ll show you what’s been happening so you can watch this everyday” hee stands up from the sofa and sits down on his living room chair. the camera zooms out and across him sat one of his friends, you assumed. “this is sunghoon, he’s going to act as you”

the guy named sunghoon waved at the camera, smiling politely. the recording continued on for minutes as heeseung acts out the encounters he’s had with you. sunghoon and his other friend, jay, making faces every once in a while to piss off their friend. your laughs and giggles reverberated through the house walls that has your dad coming in to check on you.

as he watches you from the doorway, listening to your laughs and seeing your big smile, he can’t help but have one of his own. ever since the accident, he really has felt emptiness all over. guilt and so much more emotions plaguing him by day. all he wants is just to watch you be happy all the time and if that’s what heeseung makes you, he couldn’t stop you.

the past few months after that were filled with heeseung getting closer and closer to you as more recordings of you and him were added to the tape.

heeseung told you everything about his life, what and why he works as what he does and how he ended up in hawaii.

in turn, you told him more about the years you’ve had without him and telling him about your late mom. you told him about how she still brings you comfort until today from picking up all the tiny quirks she used to do.

eventually, heeseung grew on you. watching the tape daily and seeing how well he treats you, you really can’t help but fall more and more in love with him.

“no, i love tulips, but i love dandelions as well” you say at the pouting guy in front of you. “these are beautiful, hee”

“you know if you want me to get you another one, i can do it right now” he says, ready to make a run for the shop if you say the word.

“i told you” you took another whiff of the dandelions in exaggeration, “i love dandelions, they’re really pretty”

“okay” he sighs, and the moment you yawn for the nth time of the day, heeseung had you nursed back to bed.

“i’m fine”

“yeah, sure” he says, dismissing your words and grabbing a blanket to cover you. “get some rest, i’ll wake you up this time. i swear”

you squint your eyes at him in warning, “i will!” he says in faux sincerity, letting out a small laugh.

“fine”

heeseung gets up and walks out the door the moment you stopped mumbling. he went down to be greeted by your doctor along with your father and brother in the living room.

they all talked about your health and well-being. and if there was any way your memory would ever be healed — mostly heeseung asked about this. and as much as he hoped, there was close to no chance you would. your head injury was so severe it permanently damaged those parts of your brain.

“are you planning to continue all of this?” your father suddenly asked him, “you have no plans for the future?”

“i’m going to university soon, abroad” heeseung starts. “to continue work as a biologist in alaska”

“ah, well, it’s great you have plans” the doctor replies, patting his back, “i thought you were going to devote your whole life to helping her regain her memories”

heeseung wasn’t the only one silent at this. you were too, although a room away. you couldn’t sleep for long and was about to walk outside when you overheard their conversation about you and didn’t want to make it awkward.

but now, you just realized how dumb you were. you realized how you were basically holding him back from everything. you were being selfish of his time. you blindly liked all of the time he’s spent with you, but you didn’t realize that he too should have a life outside of you.

walking back into your room, you pull out your journal that held all the memories you’ve had with him. you’ve written all of it down. most pages dedicated to him.

“hey” you say walking up to him the next day, as he was feeding the dolphins. journal clutched tightly in one hand.

“hi” heeseung said, pure affection on his voice. you sat down beside him on the docks as he went back to throwing in the food. “i just realized i haven’t introduced you to them. this one’s named lorry”

heeseung says patting the head of the closest dolphin. you closed off your heart, preparing yourself for the worse today. set on one goal. but how can he just sit there and look adorable and somehow all the things you planned to say are down the drains.

“don’t worry, lorry’s one of the nicest ones. compared to the others” heeseung assures, you slowly inched your hands forward to pat the dolphin and it felt soft. lorry snuggled its snout to your palm and dived in the water again to play with its friends.

“heeseung” you say, staring out at the sea, avoiding his eyes at all costs. he hummed, closing up the bag of food before looking at you.

“we should stop seeing each other”

heeseung blinked. once. twice. thrice. he thought people were exaggerating when they said ‘their heart dropped’, but now he understands. he could feel his heart starting to beat uncomfortably, every inch of his body conscious, his mouth felt dry.

“what?”

“i’m not going to hold you back. you can’t just make me fall in love with you everyday, thinking there would be a future for us”

“but what if there is?”

“theres no future with me, seung”

not that nickname. please. you can’t just ask him to stop talking to you and use that nickname on him. it’s not fair. you aren’t being fair. why are you being so weird right now?

“there is!” heeseung exclaims, “i’ll make sure there is. you can watch the tape everyday-“

“it won’t work, hee“

“or i’ll tell you our story-“

“you’ll get bored of it“

“i’ll remind you every morning-“

“that’s impractical“

“or i can stop by your house all the time-“

“stop”

“no, you stop.” heeseung stressed, “i have no problem waking up everyday to talk to you— or, or to remind you of our relationship. i don’t want this to end”

“seung” you sigh, “we can’t make it work and you know that” you picked up the journal beside you and showed it to him.

“i started writing in this journal ever since the day i found out about the accident. and i want to start a new chapter” you look down, “without you in it”

he stayed silent. the waves rippled under the dawning sun. hues of orange contrasted with the sea, reflecting off the colors.

“okay” heeseung says barely above a whisper. you look at him, pretending you didn’t hear him say anything. heeseung stared ahead and cleared his throat. “okay. it was nice knowing you, y/n”

he turned to you with a smile. you don’t know what kind of answer you wanted from him. maybe you half expected for him to continue screaming at you or hell even push you in the water. but for some reason, seeing his strained smile hurt you even more. you were the one who had the idea so why were you the one to slowly regret it?

“glad for you, son” heeseung looked back to see your father walking towards him, your brother following behind.

“sir” heeseung greets, he nodded at your brother. “i’m finally off your back now” he jokes.

your father smiles, “ahh well you weren’t all bad” he says patting heeseung on the back.

heeseung smiles politely. he hesitates to say something, but ultimately thought there was nothing else to loose anyway. “how’s y/n?”

your father looks at him with raised eyebrows, “she’s moved in to the clinic now, teaches people art”

“code 110, flight A30 has opened for boarding, please get in line. i repeat, code 110, flight A30 has opened for boarding, please get in line” the speaker announced.

“that’s my cue” heeseung says, taking his suitcase. “it’s been nice knowing you sir. wished we had more time to talk, you too” heeseung nods at your father and brother. he was about to turn to the gate before a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him.

“before you go, i want you to have this. a parting gift if you will” your father hands him an ipod. your father nods one last time and walks off. leaving heeseung quite confused.

he got in the plane and the moment he sat down, he connected the wires of his earphones in and as the familiar melody whistled in his ears he knows he fucked up.

heeseung hadn’t ever gotten up and left the plane so quick, a few people shouting at him after he bumped into them but he paid no mind. he ran out the airport and called for a cab.

he was jittery the whole ride. he realized how dumb he had been this whole time. he went through all the things you said that day and he didn’t understand why he just let you leave like that. why didn’t he put up more of a fight?

the moment he got down off the cab he ran in to the hospital searching everywhere for you until he found you back in the gardens. watering some flowers and tending to them.

“y/n” heeseung pants, you turn back a bit startled and see him. heeseung slowly walks towards you, taking careful steps one by another. “do you remember me?” he whipers.

he breathes in, your sweet scent filling him up. his face an inch away from yours. he watched as you stared up at him, admiring how the glow of your eyes shifted at every minor movement.

your lips break out into a pretty smile, “how couldn’t i?” and in a spur, your lips were on his. the longing and time that has passed all fused into a moment. heeseung grabs you by your waist to deepen the kiss and giggles from both you and him elicits against each other.

as you break apart for a moment, heeseung mumbles out something that you definitely heard but want to hear him say again.

“i love you” he whispers, “and i’ll continue to for a very long time”

even memories can never erase that feeling. the feeling of being so painfully in love with someone. the feeling of loving lee heeseung.

© junislqve 2024. liking, rebloging, and commenting are appreciated.

[tjalexandernyc]

Say hello to Triple Sec, out June 4, 2024 from Simon & Schuster! (Art by Petra Braun.)

It’s queer! It’s poly! It’s cocktails!!! Official synopsis below the cut.

A jaded bartender is wooed by a charmingly quirky couple in this fresh and sizzling polyamorous rom-com, set in the exclusive world of high-end cocktail bars—from the acclaimed author of the “tender, decadent, and sparklingly funny” (Lana Harper, New York Times bestselling author) Chef’s Choice. As a bartender at Terror & Virtue, a swanky New York City cocktail lounge known for its romantic atmosphere and Insta-worthy drinks, Mel has witnessed plenty of disastrous dates. That, coupled with her own romantic life being in shambles, has Mel convinced love doesn’t exist. Everything changes when Bebe walks into the bar. She’s beautiful, funny, knows her whiskeys—and is happily married to her partner, Kade. Mel’s resigned to forget the whole thing, but Bebe makes her a unique offer: since she and Kade have an open marriage, she’s interested in taking Mel on a date. What starts as a fun romp turns into a burgeoning relationship, and soon Mel is trying all sorts of things she’d been avoiding, from grand romantic gestures to steamy exploits. Mel even gets the self-confidence to enter a cocktail competition that would make her dream of opening her own bar a reality. In the chaotic whirl of all these new experiences, Mel realizes there might be a spark between her and Kade, too. As Bebe, Kade, and Mel explore their connections, Mel begins to think that real love might be more expansive than she ever thought possible. With TJ Alexander’s signature “witty and insightful voice, complex characters, and full-throated celebration of the joy of queer community” (Ava Wilder, author of How to Fake It in Hollywood), Triple Sec is a passionate, thirst-quenching love story that will have you asking for another round…or three.

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[efingcod]

Lipstick Masquerade - Chapter 1

Captain John Price x fem!Reader

You are a bartender at a high-end club that serves very powerful and dangerous men. Price is Price. He's undercover.

TW: The general kind of misogyny you would expect from the clients at an establishment like that. Mostly hinted at, if I can avoid stating outright. Sexuality.

This idea has been floating in my head for some time so I knew eventually I would get it out.

The vinyl of your boot creaks as you stretch out your ankle. It’s been such a long night. You take a deep breath and check your makeup in the mirror. You slip two fingers between your corset and your breasts, producing a tube of lipstick, Blood Red, which you swipe over your lips. You tuck the lipstick safely away and stick your finger in your mouth to remove the excess lipstick. No sense in looking this hot if you have lipstick on your teeth. Then you blow your reflection a kiss.

You back away from the mirror to get a good look at yourself. Your ass looks amazing in your surprisingly comfortable leather pants. Your outfit was chosen for both comfort and sex appeal. Hard to find, but you knew where to shop. You yank your corset up and, heels clicking on the tile, exit the employee bathroom.

The booming music of the club, muted in the bathroom, now fills your ears. Things have begun to quiet down a bit after the rush in the evening. It’s always like this on Tuesdays. The clients check into their hotels, get a steak at The James Tavern, and then head here. They get a drink and see their favorite girls in the back. Despite the fact that the only thing you do for money is serve drinks, for some of them, you’re their favorite girl. Some would love to bring you to the back. They see you as a challenge. In your experience, some men, even when placed in front of a row of beautiful women, will always eventually turn their heads to see what else is out there.

And that’s fine by you; you pour heavily and leave with a fat wad of cash every night. Everything is in cash. No one wants a transaction from this place on paper.

You grab your towel and do a quick wipe down of the bar counter. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a man approach the bar. You saunter over, a smile widening across your face. You look at him through your long fake eyelashes and say, “What can I get for you?”

Oh, he’s good looking.

Not that you don’t see good-looking men come in and out of here. Even the hot ones buy it from time to time. But this one, he looks a bit more down-to-earth. Even in his nice suit and with his hair slicked back like that, the uniquely styled facial hair tells you he's not like some of these other overgroomed and sculpted assholes. He places his hands on the counter. Fingers cleaned up, buffed, no hint of even clear polish. Someone had a job working over his callouses, but you didn’t miss the remnants on the pads of his knuckles.

Well, perhaps he was hired muscle.

Either scoping out the place for his boss or cashing in on his employee appreciation gift. It made no difference to you.

He orders a whiskey neat. Not top shelf either. A man who knows what he wants and he doesn’t seem concerned with impressing anyone.

Interesting.

You’re also not surprised when he speaks with a gruff British accent. Again, the facial hair gives it all away. “Thank you,” He says as you pour his drink and hand it to him. You note that not once in the past five minutes has he even looked at your tits. That’s practically a record. You doubt most of the regulars, besides the ones who favored you, of course, could pick your face out of a lineup. Which was good; you didn’t need anyone hounding you while you were shopping at the grocery store. Now, your décolletage - well, that was a different story. You smile warmly at him and tell him the price as you pass a tray to him.

There’s a hot second where you wonder if he’ll balk at it, but he just grabs his wallet. Nice leather, nondescript, and practical - a brand you don’t recognize. He counts out the cash, clearly familiar with the currency, and places it on the tray.

You take the tray and return the bottle on the way to the cash register. As you count it out you realize he’s left you a nice tip. You already knew you were going to like him and you're always pleased when you've got a good read on someone.

When you turn back around, you see he is still facing forward. He wasn’t staring at your ass, nor was he enjoying the floor show.

Unusual.

But as you think that, he turns in his seat toward the stage. Sandy is currently hanging from the pole, doing the splits in mid-air. She tried to show you how once, but you decided you were never going to be that flexible. The tips of her long strawberry blonde hair just brush across the stage. The light picks them up, making the strands seem to sparkle. You can’t recall if that’s her actual hair or a well-applied wig. Not that anyone cares, she’s beautiful and skilled; it would be hard for anyone to keep their eyes off of her.

With no one to serve and nothing to clean up for the moment, you lean on the bar and watch. Even though you’ve seen it before, you’re always impressed when she spins around the pole upside down and, at the same time, manages to remove her bra with one hand. The newcomer chuckles good-naturedly and turns his attention back to you.

“Talented gal, isn’t she?” You grin at him and make a soft humming sound of agreement. “Can I get you anything else?” You ask. He puts a hand up and shakes his head. “Long night?” “Something like that,” He says. “We do have quieter rooms,” You suggest. “Nah, not ready for that yet,” He says with another chuckle. You note something in his eyes and wonder if he’ll ever be ready. Most of the men who come through here have a certain way about them. Posturing. A little money, and they can own every woman in the room.

Well, almost every.

That’s part of what they pay for, of course. That feeling of power. This guy didn’t seem to want it. Or maybe you prefer to think that.

Were you just getting a little sucked in by those soft gray-blue eyes?

“What’s your name?” He asks. “Uh- Jessie,” You say. It takes you a moment to recall your fake name. It’s not like you’re going to give the clients a real name, not that most of them ever ask. “I’m Owen,” He offers. You know a fake name delivery when you hear one. And that’s fine. Most clients preferred their anonymity as well. “Nice to meet you, Owen,” You say.

He looks ready to say something else when a group of several large men- bodyguards- walk through the door. Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Owen straighten up. You glance at him, apologetic, but he waves you off. The bodyguards part to make way for their boss. It’s a bigwig. Everyone just calls him Mister.

You conjure his usual order with fast but controlled movements. It’s in front of him before his ass hits the stool. You note that he’s wearing a particularly gorgeous gray suit of silk wool. A suit sold by a store that requires a referral letter and a credit check before you step one foot in the door. The way you hear it, the place doesn’t publish their address. Word of mouth, just like here.

“That’s why I like you, Jessie,” He says, giving you a wink. You’re one of his favorites. Luckily, he respects your boundaries. You mix the finest Manhattan he’s ever had, and he’d never do anything to interrupt that process. He had actually said that to you once. The thought made your skin crawl. You don’t know what he does in those quieter rooms. But the girls he chooses come back with red-rimmed eyes and purses filled to the brim with cash. Some of them take long breaks, some never come back. You smile your Blood Red smile at him.

You wait for a moment in case he needs something else. Despite his favoritism, he doesn’t have a high tolerance for you waiting on anyone else. But this time, he seems content to watch Sandy dance. He says something disgusting about her breasts. Then he speaks in a low voice to his head bodyguard, Lars. Lars looks like an extra from a Thor movie. But he’s not someone you should mistake for a meathead. There’s a reason Mister chose him as his head bodyguard. He speaks to Lars as if you’re not there. He always does that. You know more than you’d like about the ins and outs of his business because he thinks you’re just some dumb girl who’s never going to do anything about it.

Sometimes, you imagine going to the cops, telling them everything you know, and taking down every bastard who frequents this place. But you know that no one will listen to you. And you’re sure that some of them line their pockets in cash.

Mister doesn’t seem interested in you at the moment. It seems he’s found a companion for the night. You breathe a sigh of relief when he and his entourage leave your bar and move to one of the rooms in back.

Then you glance in Owen’s direction. Against your better judgment, you've found his presence comforting, but his stool is empty.

[4mmo]

𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈

꒰ Bartender Dabi x male reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Wc - N/A rlly short (unfinished/scrap)

Warnings - none (unfinished/scrap)

Notes- I said in like November I’d come out with something and it’s now 2024.. ( `−ㅿ−´) this is what I was writing but I haven’t been liking anything I write at all recently and it’s making it difficult for me. (Bare with me please!!) thought I might come back to this later if you all like the idea. Until I’m able to write a full fic, I think I’ll just be posting ideas n seeing what you all like!

-

Loud is the first thing that comes to mind when you step out of the cab looking around at the dark exterior of the club. Cool summer night air surrounds you, stars sparking in the sky behind the large building. Muffled music emits from the building as you can see the dark red glow of the lights spill from the main entrance. The unique building is such a contrast from the scenic nature around it. Trees stretch up, almost blending into the dark color of the sky. You walk to the entrance, getting into a line. It wasn’t long, it honestly went by pretty fast. The combination of colognes and perfumes mixed together, making a fruity scent come off from the line of people.

The 2 girls in front of you get in and you’re about to follow them, but a bouncer grabs you by your forearm, pulling you to face him. Dark eyes study your face, eyeing you before asking for ID. his eyes look over you once more after looking at your ID. The man quickly hands back the card, muttering something along the lines of you can go.

Loud music welcomes you along with the smell of alcohol and perfume. A quick once over of the place definitely shows why it’s the best club to go to recently. It had only opened 7 months ago but they place really was on a different level than the other places in that area.

Your friend had bought you this outfit, suggesting you should go out to the club with a few others. It was a birthday gift for you, and quite expensive at that. You only tried it on just before you got here, realizing it was a little small on you. The bottom of the dress cutting off just below your ass. It was still wearable but risky for being in public, though the place you were going wasn’t the type of place to be shocked seeing people wear almost nothing.

The thin jacket you grabbed on the way out was definitely unnecessary. It was warm in the building, bodies close together, people dancing and grinding on one another. Skin touching and guiding hands taking people up and down stairs. The bar has tons of people in the area. People chatting n groups, talking about whatever. Others holding drinks for their friends that have drifted away from them.

Your eyes drifted towards an empty seat by the bar. It wasn’t too enticing but the pretty boy working the counter definitely was. His Dark tuffs of hair, inky, a large contrast to his bright eye, an almost sea glass color. His eyes always looked tired in a sense. Strong hands wiped down the counter as he looked around, trying to see if anyone was coming by. His hands looked worn and definitely bigger than yours. They looked rough, callused, and well used.

You sit down near him at the bar before you could even process that your feet were moving. He notices you walking towards the bar, giving a nod towards you as his eyes locked with yours. a small smile tugged at your lips as he began to speak, his voice gruff as he spoke.

“Welcome to the ___, what can I get started for ya?”

Your eyes drifted, noticing the shiny gold name pin reading, Dabi.

[thebarontheabyss]

The Abyss has a gift for you!

I have another TBOTA 2.0 update news! This time, it's about another feature coming with the update: your Spirit Gift.

On your first morning at the bar, the Abyss itself will grant you an artefact based on your strongest stat.

Use this gift for special spirit abilities, to fight, charm or discover hidden secrets 👀

Sword of Damocles (Physique): A blue-flame sword that grants you an innate mastery of its use. For a warrior-bartender, use it to participate in various fight scenes along the game!

Ring of Houdini (Finesse): A black ring that grants you incredibly agile and fast hands, use it for bartending… or pickpocketing.

Dorian's Necklace (Charm): A silvery necklace that makes you alluring to all beholders. Use it to convince and enchant patrons, or calming a army of ghostly warriors to stand down.

Goggles of Da Vinci (Creativity): Leather goggles that reveal patterns and possibilities invisible to others. Use it to find unique solutions to problems, for example—in the realm of Memoriam.

Pythia's Bracelet (Insight): A bracelet that lets you feel people's true intentions. Usable as a passive voice in your head, guiding you along the way.

Hatshepsut's Brooch (Logics): A brooch that enhances your thinking and problem-solving abilities. Use it to figure out things before anyone else or to bypass riddles.

[lostfirefly]

Bugust. Day 23. "Jester." Buggy x Reader (you must be surprised that this story is not about Buggy and Catherine 😄), SFW + NSFW, MDNI. English isn't my native language, errors may occur.

"Well, Buggy the Clown, tell me what you saw." You asked, pouring yourself a glass of wine.

"Nothing special. Water and drunk men on a ship." Buggy took a sip of beer, looking at you. "By the way, I brought you a present."

"What kind of present?" You narrowed your eyes and looked around.

The dimly-lit bar was buzzing with the high chatter of patrons and the clinking of glasses as you and Buggy settled into your usual spot, the same table where you had first crossed paths just a couple of months prior. The air was thick with the familiar scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke, but the comfortable atmosphere and the warmth of the amber liquid in your tumblers made it easy to forget the gritty details of the outside world. You sat into the worn, leather-upholstered seats, your eyes met with a familiar spark, the same one that had drawn to this place and to each other in the first place. Without a word, an unspoken understanding passed between you - this was your sanctuary, your secret hideaway where the rest of the world faded away, and it was in this cozy corner that you could be your truest selves.

Buggy pulled a velvet box out of his pocket. "It's just... a trinket. But I thought about you when I saw it."

"You thought about me? I'm impressed. Let's see what's in there." You rubbed your hands together happily and carefully opened the lid. "Oh my God! How beautiful!" You pulled out a blue willow branch barrette.

It was obvious to you that it was no mass-produced accessory, but a unique, handmade piece infused with the character of the tree from which it was born. And Buggy brought it for you.

"Handmade?" You watched him nod. "That's amazing! Thank you so much, Buggy!" You pecked him on his cheek, watching him blush. "You know, I never thought I'd have a pirate friend who would bring me such beauty." You immediately pinned the clip to your hair. "I think it suits me." You giggled.

The hours flew by in a blur of laughter and shared stories in the time you haven't seen each other, and before you knew it, the bartender was calling last orders. Reluctant to part ways, a subtle tension began to build between you and Buggy. You felt it. You saw it. The way his gaze lingered, the gentle brush of his hand against yours - it was electric, undeniable. As you stepped out into the cool night air, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you, the space crackling with an unspoken, almost magnetic pull.

Buggy may have been a pirate, but he was a gentleman. He walked you home, breaking the growing tension with his stories of his adventures. You couldn't bear the thought of this night ending, not yet, not when there was still so much left unsaid, so many uncharted possibilities waiting to be.

"Thank you for the evening, my genius jester. I haven't laughed so much in a long time. And thanks again for the gift." You lightly punched him in the shoulder as you stood on the porch of your house.

"It was a good thing to do, Y/N." Buggy cleared his throat. "Thank you for the evening, too. I.. I.. I kinda missed our talks."

You noticed. You noticed how his gaze locked with yours, intense and captivating. At that moment, Buggy seemed completely unaware as his hand slowly drifted down, coming to rest gently atop your own. The simple touch sent electric shivers racing through you, emanating from where your skin met, pulsing outward until it felt like the sensation was radiating from your eyes. You were hyper-aware of Buggy's proximity, the warmth of his body drawing you in as if by an invisible force. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he leaned closer, his movements unhurried yet purposeful. Then, ever so tenderly, Buggy's lips met yours in a kiss that was both achingly soft and charged with an undercurrent of barely-restrained passion.

"Finally!!" You kissed him back with equal passion, running your hands down from his shoulders to his chest.

Buggy chuckled his signature laugh. "And I was about to be sad that I had to give up dessert. This cake is better, Y/N." He whispered through his kisses.

"Agree." Your breath caught in your throat as his hot, insistent lips trailed delicate kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck.

You fumbled with the zipper of your purse, fingers trembling, desperate to find your keys amidst the clutter inside. But your focus was shattered, your thoughts consumed by the pleasure of Buggy's touch. His strong hands grasped your waist, pulling you flush against his firm body, leaving you powerless to resist. The world fell away, narrowing to just the two of you in this heated moment, your inhibitions melting under the scorching intensity of his embrace. Part of you knew you should put a stop to this, that you needed to leave before things went too far. But his mouth on your skin sent electric shocks of desire coursing through your second part of your mind, making rational thought nearly impossible. All you could think about was the tantalizing friction of his body against yours and the urgent need to lose yourself in his passionate kisses.

You opened the door to the house and practically pushed Buggy in.

"You could have kissed me a week ago, idiot." You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again.

"How was I supposed to know you wanted this?" Buggy mumbled, barely removing his lips from yours.

"I gave you a thousand signals!" You grabbed his coat and dragged him into the bedroom. "And you just walked me home and went away."

"Signal better next time, baby."

"You can't run away from me now, Buggy the Clown." You pulled him into the bedroom. "I want to finally get what's mine."

"You can't say things like that, Y/N."

"It's my bedroom, I can say what I want, jerk." You narrowed your eyes and kissed him.

"Shut up, please!" He mumbled throught the kiss. "I'm savoring the moment."

Buggy's hand rested gently on your back as the other hand slowly unzipped the back of your dress, the zipper sliding down with a satisfying sound.

After a brief pause, your lips parted with a soft, audible smack. Glancing up, you found Buggy's usually bright, green eyes now half-lidded and piercing, focused not on your face, but tracing down your body. Feeling agitated, you swiftly looked away and covered your mouth with your hand that had been resting on his chest, attempting to conceal the warmth that was rising on your cheeks. Buggy's eyes remained fixed on you, and you felt his hands gently tugging at the shoulders of your dress.

Your skin is caressed by Buggy's warm hands as he gradually removed the sleeves, exposing your bare back and shoulders. He looked closely at your freshly bared, perfect skin. You shifted your arms and took off the last sleeve yourself, putting your hands on his shoulders and chest. You leaned in to give him a tender kiss, but then you tensed up as his powerful hands quickly pull down the remainder of your dress, leaving it puddled on the bedroom floor.

Buggy removed his vest, and you tossed it off to the side.

"Better than I even imagine." You chuckled, afraid to admit that you'd imagined him shirtless before.

"I could say the same thing about you, my baby girl." Buggy began kissing the most delicate parts of your neck while you quickly kicked off your sneakers.

Buggy grazed his teeth along your jawline, his lips latching onto your earlobe, leaving a thin red lipstick line on your skin. He moved his lips down your neck. He focused on the soft skin and slight protrusion of bone, biting and licking as he hums against your skin.

"Holy shit!" You gasped, your fingers tangling in his long blue hair. "Don't stop."

With deft fingers, Buggy unhooked your bra and loosened the clasps. He carefully withdrew the two ends of the cloth from behind you, taking off your bra's straps. As heat began to blossom in your cheeks, shoulders, and chest, a flush began to creep across your skin. As Buggy glanced at you, your hands trembled and your lungs quickened. You then heard it. The air filled with the sound of his pants unclasping and the zipper sliding down. He shifted his weight, kicking the pants aside and sliding them off his slender frame.

"Jesus Christ!" You ran your hands through his blue chest hair.

Buggy leaned in to kiss you and ran his hands over your stomach.

“Don't waste the time, my handsome jester. I'm ready for you." You said quietly. "Please." You grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him on the bed. "I need you right now."

"Notice, baby, I'm not the one who said that." Buggy smirked and slowly entered you.

You could feel the delicious sensation of him filling you up, inch by inch. Your breath caught in your throat as the feeling of him inside you overwhelmed your senses. You pulled Buggy in closer, reveling in the intimate connection as your bodies joined as one. With his each gentle thrust, waves of pleasure rippled through you, and you let out a deep, guttural moan. The pace soon quickened, Buggy's hips pistoning back and forth as he pounded into you harder and rougher.

"Oh sh-- Fu-- me!" You moaned. "Please! Deeper!" You was completely lost in the moment, consumed by the primal need and carnal desire that consumed you both.

The sound of your bodies colliding and our ragged breathing filled the air, fueling the growing heat and tension between us.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so good." Buggy said in a low voice, picking up his pace.

"Yes, I'm." You giggled, biting your bottom lip. "Don't stop. I'm begging you."

"I won't."

Every Buggy's thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through your body, leaving you breathless and aching for more. The intensity built until you thought you might shatter from the sheer force of our coupling, your cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

As Buggy pressed himself deeper inside you, the sensations became almost overwhelming. With each powerful thrust, you could feel the tension building, your bodies moving in perfect sync as you neared the precipice of ecstasy.

"More, please. Don't stop. I want you, Bug--" You dug your fingers into the firm muscles of Buggy's back, your nails leaving marks as you clung to him, your moans growing louder and more desperate with every movement.

The world seemed to fade away, narrowing down to just the two of you, joined together in a primal dance of passion. One more thrust, and you thought you might shatter into a million pieces from the sheer intensity of it all. One more hard thrust, and with a guttural growl, Buggy buried his face in the crook of your neck, moaning your name as he found his own release, triggering your own wave of earthshattering ecstasy that washed over you both. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of you, intimately connected and completely lost in the throes of carnal bliss.

As the final, powerful thrust reverberated through your bodies, Buggy collapsed down onto you, his heavy, sweat-slicked frame pressing against yours as he struggled to catch his ragged breath. 

"You okay?" You said quetly, trying to regain your breath.

Buggy nodded.

"Oh, my God, I didn't even think it would be this good!!" You giggled. "Why didn't we do this before?!"

"I don't know, baby." Buggy laughed. "We've lost a lot, right?"

"Yeah. You know, next time when you'll be in town, we should do it again." You kissed him on the head. “I mean.. You can sleep with anyone on the seas and diffferent islands of course, but not on this island. No, no! That's my territory. You'll only sleep with me. Understood?"

“Can I.. Can I always do it only with you?” Buggy asked softly, trying to hide a smile at the feel of your hands on his back. “Well, I mean… You know. Kind of like you and me… You know, just having fun with each other.”

“Why not. Just you and me, right? Sounds great. Oh! Can I come to meet you up at the harbor next time?” You started running your fingers through his hair. "Well, because, uh. This is my island. You and me. You know.."

"Yeah. Why not? Sounds amazing." He nodded.

“Great.” You kissed the top of his head again and ran your fingers over his neck. “Buggy…”

“What?”

“I think I like you.”

“I think I like you too, Y/N.”

[striderl]

Would Foley appreciate being gifted some skibidi eyeballs to add to his collection, or does he want only eyes from skibidis he's personally killed?

If he does accept donated eyeballs, would he prefer them to be already removed, or would he prefer to be gifted the whole skibidi head so he can scoop out its eyes himself? (It's his enrichment, hee hee)

Foley has an indifferent attitude toward what method he obtains the eyes, whether it’s gouging the eyes out or someone sending a gift to him, he simply collects them out of appreciation and habits. They usually look for specimens that have vibrant irises or unique shapes.

But if you are talking about what kind of gift he prefers, it’s live subjects. He relished the suffering of the beings that caused him to suffer, humans, Skibidis, or even alliance members if they crossed a line (we won’t get into the details of torturing, Foley is rather creative with it, you get the point). On the other hand, if you get your hands on a special type of eyeballs, like heterochromatic eyes, or having rare colors like red or purple irises, Foley would love them either way.

Foley had started collecting eyes long before the war, during the period serving as a bartender. Due to his confinement in the bar and his owner threatening to detonate him if he ever tried to escape, he was isolated and lacked proper social interaction. He began to crave attention other than patrons’ hostile stares or his owner’s perverted gaze. 

In one particular incident, he smashed an assailant’s head with a wooden tool incessantly until that creep’s face was no longer recognizable. As he cleaned up the mess after the confrontation, he found the eyes detached from that guy’s face. Picking them up, he noticed the emotionless eyes looking back at him. It was oddly comforting for Foley as he received some form of attention other than hostility despite it being from two bloody eyeballs.

As time elapsed, it became a routine for them to collect eyes from their victims, it helped him feel a bit more stable when there wasn’t anyone there for him or to understand him. Even after the war started and he joined the Film Industry, he would still seek comfort from his eyeball jars, since literally every speakerman, large or regular, would choose to keep a distance from him within a 10-meter radius. It simply fueled them to expand his collection.

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Once & Future by Kieron Gillan (2019-2022)

When a group of Nationalists use an ancient artifact to bring a villain from Arthurian myth back from the dead to gain power, ex-monster hunter Bridgette McGuire escapes her retirement home and pulls her unsuspecting grandson Duncan, a museum curator, into a world of magic and mysticism to defeat a legendary threat.

Ashtown Burials by N. D. Wilson (2011-2013)

For two years, Cyrus and Antigone Smith have run a sagging roadside motel with their older brother, Daniel. Nothing ever seems to happen. Then a strange old man with bone tattoos arrives, demanding a specific room. 

Less than 24 hours later, the old man is dead. The motel has burned, and Daniel is missing. And Cyrus and Antigone are kneeling in a crowded hall, swearing an oath to an order of explorers who have long served as caretakers of the world's secrets, keepers of powerful relics from lost civilizations, and jailers to unkillable criminals who have terrorized the world for millennia.

Zachary Ying by Xiran Jay Zhao (2022)

12-year-old Zack never had many opportunities to learn about his Chinese heritage. His single mom was busy enough making sure they got by, and his schools never taught anything except Western history and myths. So Zack is woefully unprepared when he discovers he was born to host the spirit of the First Emperor of China for a vital mission: sealing the leaking portal to the Chinese underworld before the upcoming Ghost Month blows it wide open. 

The mission takes an immediate wrong turn when the First Emperor botches his attempt to possess Zack’s body and binds to Zack’s AR gaming headset instead, leading to a battle where Zack’s mom’s soul gets taken by demons. Now, with one of history’s most infamous tyrants yapping in his headset, Zack must journey across China to heist magical artifacts and defeat figures from history and myth, all while learning to wield the emperor’s incredible water dragon powers. 

And if Zack can’t finish the mission in time, the spirits of the underworld will flood into the mortal realm, and he could lose his mom forever.

Lady Sally's by Spider Robinson (1989-1992)

Wife of time traveling bartender Mike Callahan, and employer of some of the most unusual and talented performing artists ever to work in the field of hedonic interface, Her Ladyship has designed her House to be an "equal opportunity enjoyer," discreetly, tastefully and joyfully catering to all erotic tastes and fantasies, however unusual. Like her famous husband, Lady Sally doesn't even insist that her customers be "human."..as long as they have good manners.

Small wonder, then, that she and her staff encounter beings as unique and memorable as the superhuman Colt, whose banner never, ever flags...Diana, the deadly dominatrix who "cannot" be disobeyed...Tony Donuts, the moronic man-monster even the Mafia doesn't want to mess with...or Charles, the werewolf with a distinct difference...

Thomas the Rhymer by Ellen Kushner (1990)

A minstrel lives by his words, his tunes, and sometimes by his lies. But when the bold and gifted young Thomas the Rhymer awakens the desire of the powerful Queen of Elfland, he finds that words are not enough to keep him from his fate. As the Queen sweeps him far from the people he has known and loved into her realm of magic, opulence--and captivity--he learns at last what it is to be truly human. When he returns to his home with the Queen's parting gift, his great task will be to seek out the girl he loved and wronged, and offer her at last the tongue that cannot lie.

Teeth by Hannah Moskowitz (2013)

Be careful what you believe in.Rudy's life is flipped upside-down when his family moves to a remote island in a last attempt to save his sick younger brother. With nothing to do but worry, Rudy sinks deeper and deeper into loneliness and lies awake at night listening to the screams of the ocean beneath his family's rickety house.Then he meets Diana, who makes him wonder what he even knows about love, and Teeth, who makes him question what he knows about anything. Rudy can't remember the last time he felt so connected to someone, but being friends with Teeth is more than a little bit complicated. He soon learns that Teeth has terrible secrets. Violent secrets. Secrets that will force Rudy to choose between his own happiness and his brother's life.

SERRAted Edge by Mercedes Lackey (1992-2020)

Seeking to make their fortunes in human society, the elves of the underworld involve themselves in stock car racing, child pornography, and worse, and three runaway kids find themselves in a heap of trouble.

The Summer Dragon by Todd Lockwood (2016)

Maia and her family raise dragons for the political war machine. As she comes of age, she hopes for a dragon of her own to add to the stable of breeding parents. But the war goes badly, and the needs of the Dragonry dash her hopes. Her peaceful life is shattered when the Summer Dragon—one of the rare and mythical High Dragons—makes an appearance in her quiet valley. The Summer Dragon is an omen of change, but no one knows for certain what kind of change he augurs. Political factions vie to control the implied message, each to further their own agendas.

And so Maia is swept into an adventure that pits her against the deathless Horrors—thralls of the enemy—and a faceless creature drawn from her fears. In her fight to preserve everything she knows and loves, she uncovers secrets that challenge her understanding of her world and of herself.

Klaus by Grant Morrison (2016-2019)

Set in a dark fantastic past of myth and magic, Klaus tells the origin story of Santa Claus. It's the tale of one man and his wolf against a totalitarian state and the ancient evil that sustains it. 

Birthright by Joshua Williamson (2014-2021)

For the Rhodes family, losing their son was the most devastating thing that could have occurred...but it couldn't prepare them for what happened when he returned.

[bitchfitch]

TLDR: I want to make a full comic in this experimental style but am having difficulty picking Which story I want to adapt to it. These are character tests done with the primary candidates to see how their Vibes ™ work in a less serious style.

Actual summaries and descriptions of the stories involved are below the cut if you want to check them out before voting.

A: An episodic story about a bartender turned club owner who accidentally becomes the manager for an unknowable avatar of the old god of rot when it, just as accidentally, becomes an assassin.

Maalik is a no one. He's not a seer, hes never been especially gifted with magic, He's just a 30 something in a dead end job who's death probably wouldn't be noticed until his rent was pass due. There is nothing unique about him that would explain Why he can see a person who has been made invisible even to the gods of this world

Geir was chosen as the cocoon for one of the old gods, an event that made it rot everything it touched and granted it near immortality. Unfortunately being this creatures cocoon would have lead to it loosing itself entirely as they merged so the old god could be brought into this world. It escaped by the mercy of the merciless but in order to be hidden from its parasite, it must be hidden from all. No one who sees it may remember it, no one who feels it may know what left the gangrenous burns on their skin, no one can even feel the shape of its presence.

No one besides the nobody who, by complete accident born of something else's intent, hit it with his car on one fateful night.

B: Rom-com about a man so committed to his dead husband that even after it's clear he's come back wrong, he's still trying to make the relationship work.

Einer is a programmer who met the love of his life in highschool. He and Bagri weren't the perfect couple but they made it work from their first date to the night Bagri Had Einer carry him home from the hospital so he could die in their home that night instead of in a hospital bed in a week.

A month and a series of ill advised decisions later, Einer is holding his living, breathing, husband once more. He's cold to the touch, smells like rot and is still recovering. but he's home, and thats all Einer cares about, until he realizes it wasn't Bagri he brought home. This new thing is just very good at echoing him.

But, the Echo... He's full of unnatural bloodlust, he's barely sapient enough to call a person, the only words he can say are phrases Einer remembers Bagri using. It's clear he knows he isn't Bagri though. He's not even trying to pretend to be. He's just as scared as Einer is, fighting feelings he doesn't understand and memories that aren't his... and he has lucid moments. where he's sated and able to be a person outside of the hunting instincts he was made to carry.

Einer decides Echo deserves a chance at being his own person. It's the least Einer can do for him considering it's his fault he exists in the first place.

[silversoulcreations]

Azrael "Azraelagos" Knightly

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Basics Name: Azraelagos

Nickname: Azzy, Knight

Alias: Azrael Knightly

Age: Ancient {15k plus}

Race: Dragon - {Green/Blue Cross} \ Horned Half Elf Visage

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He / Him - They/Them

Sexuality: Homosexual / Polyamorous / Open

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Relationship Status: Single

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Physical Appearance

Hair: sapphire fading through teal to emerald at the tips.

Eyes: bright violet rose ringed in fuschia limbal rings

Complexion: Light tan {emerald and blue mottled scales in Draconid and Dragon forms.}

Height: 6'2" {Visage} - 8'5" {Draconid} - 55' {Dragon}

Weight: 215lbs {Visage} - 310 lbs {Draconid} - 65k lbs {Dragon}

Build: Androgenous, Toned

Piercings: Both ears pierced multiple times in visage form.

Distinguishing Features: Sweeping horns apparent in all forms. Light emerald scaling across visage form in patches.

Common Accessories: Flower crowns in various colors, Kilts, various rings.

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Personal Information

Profession: Healer / Tradesman

Hobbies: Gardening, Stargazing, Singing, Bartending

Languages Spoken / Written: Arcane Linguist! {They can speak, read, and write all known languages.}

Languages Other: Flower Language, ASL

Residence: Bel'Ameth

Birthplace: Ohn'ahran Plains

Common Haunts: Stormwind, Shattrah, Valdrakken, Val'sharah

Likes / Favorites: Gardening, Cuddling, Kilts, Magic, Cute Animals, Romance Novels, Elves {All Elves}, Fluffy Things, Flowers, Music, Dancing, The color Teal or Turquoise.

Dislikes / Fears: Violence, Bullies, Animal Abuse, Cruelty, Corruption {Nightmare Specifically}, Pants, Avocados, The color Yellow. {standard yellow, gold and golden adjacent are okay.}

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Relationships

Partner{s}: None

Children: None

Siblings: Half Sister - Flora

Parents: Deceased

Other Relations: Adopted Sibling - Rythecgos

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Mentality Social Level: Bubbly, friendly, outgoing, flirtatious, occasionally a bit of a himbo.

Positive Personality Trait: Compassionate

Negative Personality Trait: Libidinous

Random Quirk / Tick: His ears twitch, perk and swivel slightly like a cat in his visage form. - Occasionally purrs when exceptionally happy.

Addictions: Attention. He wants attention.

Habits: Tends to grow, and then weave flower crowns when he's bored.

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RP - Hooks

Most of Azrael's adult life has been spent amidst druids of the grove, or else dreaming in the burrow he shared with his half-sister and father. A dreamwarden, like most of his father's flight, he has spent most of his life away from the world as a whole, however a young friend recently convinced him to get out more, and see what he has missed, for good, or ill.

An avid gardener, stargazer, and and overall flora enthusiast, he is perfectly happy to talk anyone's ear off about various flowers, plants, and their healing properties, or aesthetic application.

In his free time, which is quite a bit as of late, he paints, and whittles. Perhaps you are looking for a unique gift for a loved one? He makes each order to personal specifications, and enchants them, when he is asked for that particular service, as well!

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Character Media

[thislovintime]

Peter Tork at “For What It’s Worth,” a Spirit Movement 1969 event in Fond du Lac, June 1969; photo courtesy of The Commonwealth Reporter.

“Peter Tork answered questions and discussed life from the point of view of a 27-year-old television star and entertainer at the Cow Palace Thursday night. About 1,200 persons attended the show, sponsored by the Spirit Movement 1969, and called For What It’s Worth.’ Tork also sang six or seven songs including the popular Giant Step and Can You Dig It?’” - The Commonwealth Reporter, June 20, 1969

“Right now I’m working with my friend Bobby Hammer on a film. I’m going to deliver a lecture on the generation gap in Aspen, Colorado, and I’m going to show a film just to keep them interested.” - Peter Tork, NME, January 25, 1969

“Television star and artist Peter Tork will be in Fond du Lac next Thursday for a program in the county pavilion (cow palace) and the Fond du Lac County Fairgrounds. Gaining national popularity as one of the four zany lads in ‘The Monkees,’ Tork is noted for his unique un-Hollywood personality and his concern for other people. ‘For What It’s Worth’ will be the name of the program featuring Tork. It will be a multi-media presentation sponsored by the Spirit Movement 1969. The show will have music, slides, lights and a rap session with the star. For What It’s Worth’ will center around a theme of important to both youth and adults. The program will consist of expressions of ‘worth’ by Fond du Lac youths participating in SM69. The presentation will be the second in a series of cultural events aimed at giving young people an opportunity to express themselves through the varied medias of sound, light, music, poetry and drama. ‘For What It’s Worth’ will be given free of charge.” - Fond du Lac Commonwealth Reporter, June 13, 1969

“[Peter Tork spent] two days in Fond du Lac talking with youths in small groups [on] behalf of the Spirit Movement 1969. He culminated his stay with a performance before about 900 fans at the Cow Palace and added just a touch of philosophy to show the serious side of Peter Tork. For the gathering at what was called a ‘multi-media’ program, Tork sang some of his old favorites, ‘Bartender,’ ‘Giant Step,’ ‘Can You Dig It?’ [a Tork song and composition] and others. Also on the program were a rock band, dramatic sketches, psychedelic lights, poetry reading, a vocal duo and a sitar-tablas combination. The three-hour program was done with some restraint and in good taste. There were a number of curious adults in the audience. The youngsters, ranging down to 7-year-olds, were attentive and well-behaved. The show was free. Earlier Tork discusses his plans for a new group now in rehearsal and the reasons why he separated from ‘The Monkees.’ He said, ‘three just can’t pull one way and have one pull another.’ […] Tork will have drums, bass, guitar and keyboard (an instrument much like an organ) in his group. Two of the musicians (including the drummer) will be girls. ‘Our first step will be to make tapes and send them out to radio stations,’ he said in an interview. ‘Then we hope one of our numbers will make the top 100 recordings. If we get on that list, then a booking agent will sign us.’ He said he first had planned to name his group ‘Release’ but it now is called ‘Peter Tork and/or Release’ ‘so that I can capitalize on the drawing power of my name. ‘The release part of it means I am free of the group,’ he joked. Tork appeared at the Cow Palace in a multi-colored blouse and orange trousers and a number of trinkets hung around his neck — ‘gifts from friends in the audience,’ he said. Before his performance he signed a hundred autographs for youthful fans and well-wishers. Tork showed good musicianship on the guitar (gained through years of toil in New York coffeehouses) and a strong, interesting voice — something he rarely was given to displaying on ‘The Monkees’ TV show of a few seasons back. At one point he told his audience, ‘We are trying to get happy. There is too much unhappiness in this world.’ He also told those in his audience ‘not to worry so much.’” - The Commonwealth Reporter, June 20, 1969

[megansanimelist]

Everything Else (Spring 2024)

Bartender: Glass of God

At Eden Hall, each glass has a story. A quiet bar lies tucked away in the streets of Tokyo, and it seems only the most desperate souls burdened by their own troubles manage to find its doors. But after a glass of God poured by the brilliant bartender Ryu, they leave renewed. Ryu has a gift—he knows how to soothe the soul with the perfect drink. Who will he meet next? (LiveChart)

Mysterious Disappearances

Sumireko Ogawa is a busty bookstore clerk who wants to become a novelist after some writing success in her youth. When strange occurrences start cropping up around the city, she teams up with her flirtatious co-worker Ren Adashino to look into them. But Ren is hiding a secret of his own! With their combined skills of occult knowledge, what will they discover as they investigate? (MyAnimeList)

Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

The story is set in an alternate world called Yamauchi, ruled by the Yatagarasu clan, who are able to transform between human and crow forms. Yukiya, a beautiful and eccentric Yatagarasu boy, is chosen to serve the young prince. While encountering various events in the conspiracy-filled imperial court, he forms a strange master-servant relationship with the young prince. (MyAnimeList)

The Grimm Variations

Once upon a time, brothers Jacob and Wilhelm collected fairy tales from across the land and made them into a book. They also had a much younger sister, the innocent and curious Charlotte, who they loved very much. One day, while the brothers were telling Charlotte a fairy tale like usual, they saw that she had a somewhat melancholy look on her face. She asked them, "Do you suppose they really lived happily ever after?"

The pages of Grimms' Fairy Tales, written by Jacob and Wilhelm, are now presented from the unique perspective of Charlotte, who sees the stories quite differently from her brothers.

Episode 1: Cinderella

Episode 2: Little Red Riding Hood

Episode 3: Hansel and Gretel

Episode 4: The Elves and the Shoemaker

Episode 5: The Town Musicians of Bremen

Episode 6: Pied Piper of Hamelin

[unusuallysized-nsfw]

The Gr-ate-est Gift

☆A Vorny Foodplay Romance Story☆

It was another typical Sunday night for Forbidden Fantasy, an old Club and Bar, out on the red light district, which one? every single one of em, look hard enough you'll find it, all doors lead to the same place anyhow. The lights were a dim passionate red that night, and the light played magically off the brickwork of the interior walls, behind the bar,

A lone patron entered earlier that evening with a strange request though, not strange for FF, but strange to you and me I imagine... He seemed nervous, unsure of himself, and the bartender could tell.

"you sure you're sure."

"yes, um, yeah, just when they get here, get em to order a mojito, an...and put me in it, instead of uhm the regular stuff" The folf asked,

and the bartender shrugged. she had seen weirder patrons in here do even weirder things but something told her, this one wasn't doing it for lust, afterall.. this would usually be a one way trip.

"you know this person even..or you playing a prank or what if you don't mind me askin."

"they're uhm, they're my special friend..we're uhm together, and i wanted to do something special...

came the reply as the folf signed the papers

"you realize this probably will only be a one way trip yeah? unless you have something up your sleeve"

"even if it is, it will be worth it for them." the folf replied confidently.

Later that night a Jackal came in seemingly bored but overworked, and seeming a bit sad. "why so glum kiddo?" the tender asked, "got a lot of work to be honest doing art and things and its like hhh" the tender nodded as she cleaned out a martini glass which glinted in the light of the bar "Was hoping to talk to my boyfriendd but he wasn't home... the tender smiled before asking

"can i get you something to drink?" the jackal seemed to think for a moment, considering a Caprihnia or appletini.

"I'd recommend the mojito, its lime, but with a minty aftertaste" the jackal shrugged and nodded at the suggestion as they laid their head upon the wooden mahogany bar with a sigh.

"times come, buddy, hope you're ready" the tender said as she finished making the drink and plucked a now tiny folf and placing him within the drink, soaking his fur in the alcoholic flavour. the fumes were more intense at his new size and made his eyes water a bit but he nodded. The tender slowly brought the drink placing it before the jackal, who barely moved before looking up and seeing their "drink"

Grabbing it quicklv and giving the 'garnish' a lick they giggled "oh you're so cute" *no you" replied the tiny minty folf with a chuckle as well as he waded in the cocktail

"| guess this is why you weren't hoooome!" the jackal smiled before smirking a bit "I also guess I'm gonna have to finish this drink" the folf looked surprised though it wasn't easy to tellin the dimly lit room which reflected off his fur soaked and glistening,

"I mean...only..only if you wanna" the jackal let her tongue loll out, saliva dripping and strands of it sparkling in the light.

"I'm sure you will be delicious Ashur...I love you.'

"love you more" the folf, smiled assuredly as the glass tipped toward the gaping maw. Finally he would give his love the greatest gift, himself.

As the glass tipped and the liquid began to reach their maw. Ashur wondered exactly how this would feel, it had been fantasy untill now, a guilty one at that. However being so close now, he began to have second thoughts, maybe the jackal was just messing around anyway, why would they actually drink him?

they were lovers..right? but then maybe that's exactly why they would.

The Jackal meanwhile seemed to be teasing the poor folf, intentionally sipping and making rather loud gulp sounds..though the gulps were pretty standard fare even when they were drinking normally so maybe it would be unfair to mention such.

Regardless they seemed intent to not drink down the small folf right away, and instead let the little vulpine marinate and add to the unique flavour of the alcohol.

"Ready ash ash?" they asked licking their chops deviously.

Despite everything telling Ashur to say

no he merely nodded and closed his eyes, as he felt himself pulled toward the mouth of the beast, he was surprised when he instead felt a deep kiss, or the closest equivalent as the lips of his lovely benefactor

sucked deeply before pulling him deep within the awaiting maw.

His paws touched their tongue first, making for a rather interesting feeling, rough but also soft, and squishy, opening his eyes, he looked out into the bar one last time, seeing it had gained some patrons over time, he wondered idly if they too, came for strange things like he.

As the maw closed Ashur prepared for a plunge which never came. instead he was pushed inside a cheek pocket while the drink itself was swallowed loudly. "jackal?" he mumbled before, feeling the tongue once again over his body, caressing and

petting him like a kitten, feeling him all over, and we do mean all over. It was almost impossible for him not to get a tad, aroused at the whole situation, but he did his best to keep his cool.

"mmm mmm" came a sound, which made Ashur smile a bit, at least he tasted good, as weird as it was to think. 

Alas he had to admit, he liked being here with him making him happy, he always had liked that, but he knew this wasn't really jackal's thing so much as it was his, he felt a pang of regret in how selfish this all was, but maybe they didn't really mind, else why would they go through with it right? As he thought this, he felt himself slowly sliding backward as the tongue and mouth in its entirety raised up.

"this is it." he sighed. 

a mix of sadness and happiness in his heart, as he felt and heard one final "Gulp" and he fell.or rather was pulled deep into the throat and oesophagus below.

-Fin-

This Story was written originally about my ex and i, the art was done by them.

please under no circumstances seek them out.

[azurescaled]

Connor Info

Name: Connor Lucas MacIntrye Species: Werewolf/Fae Hybrid Age:24 Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Bar Worker Birthday: January 9 Zodiac: Capricorn

Bio:

Connor is an oddity among most werewolves, being that he doesn’t have a pack he belongs to, not anymore. He was never formally exiled from his pack, he just ran off one day and never looked back. Though, most werewolves give him a wide berth, as they sense something…off about him. Connor himself doesn’t particularly care. 

When he was a child, he exhibited the standard qualities of a perfectly healthy wolf, though he never knew his mother, and was only really bought up by his father. He was curious, but it seemed to cause his father some pain by talking about the situation, so eventually, he backed off. As he came up however, with many wolves being so wary of him, for what he believed to be no reason, he began to get in trouble a lot more often and got a chip on his shoulder about it. 

His father left on a trip one day, standard fare for him, given that his father worked long hauls as a trucker, but he began to look around the house, going up into the attic to see if there were any hints of his mother. Old photos, perhaps something that belonged to her? To his surprise, he found everything he needed, including a letter that detailed just why she wasn’t in his life. 

His mother was one of the fair folk, or fae as most people called them. Given that werewolves tend to avoid them, it’s natural that they assumed he would exhibit signs of it. While they expected full on magic from him, his special ability was being able to communicate with nature in and of itself. Though perhaps that would lead to the use of magic at some point for him. This of course, marked the day he took on his solitary and nomadic lifestyle, taking what money he had and leaving Scotland. 

Nowadays, he can usually be found driving around or on street corners playing music for money. Though he’s also a reliable courier who doesn’t ask questions and goes where the money takes him. He’s got a fairly old fashioned car, not many people drive a Chevy Impala, but he loves the car. He fixed it up with some help during the earlier years of his runaway phase. He spends most of his time either tuning it up, or when he’s not playing music or delivering packages, he can usually be found in a local restaurant, racking up a fairly substantial bill.

Connor finally settled down and makes his living as a bartender. Most of the time, he can still be found doing odd jobs around town, but most people who meet him notice that even though he's quiet, he's fairly down to earth. A good listener and someone who's got a strong sense of right.

His fae blood also imbued him with blessings, due to being a direct descendant of Dagda, High King of the Tuatha De, he is not only exceptionally strong, but he’s also gifted with the unique ability of being good at whatever he decides to take on. His blood is also capable of not only healing others, but also acts as a beacon for the supernatural. He’s gifted with control over fire, and can now produce it on his own, though he still tries to keep himself from using his magic too much.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@knifechased asked: When Killer eventually arrives at the party venue, he's showcasing an insouciant energy that demonstrates confidence in his belief that he won't be participating in a major physical fight between the Kid Pirates and the Hearts tonight. Admittedly, Killer is never entirely unguarded; any pirate would be foolish to completely abandon their senses and disconnect with the potential risk of oncoming danger — rather, he just feels quietly assured that just for this one night, his Captain will, for his sake, at least try not to be the direct cause of any sources of drama and will instead be placated by taking whatever food and drinks he is offered while his righthand enjoys socializing. There's a tall gift bag tucked under his arm that's resting against his broad chest. Poking out of the top hints the shimmer of crimson foil wrapped around the head and neck of a wine bottle, the suggestion of deep green glass only coming into view when the angle is just right. The body is more rounded than the typical shape of the average wine bottle, with a wicker coat wrapped around the base. The label will name it as a Chianti; a particularly dry, medium bodied red wine he has grown especially fond of, and hopes she will also appreciate. Giving her tools or materials she could use in her engineering work seemed like too much of an obvious choice. He didn't want to present her with something she didn't particularly need or already had a better alternative for, and Kid wasn't willing to offer any especially inspiring ideas for unique options that a mechanic would be grateful to receive. He felt more comfortable giving her a gift that he was able to select for himself and had some experience with, rather than something Kid told him she might find useful, but had limited understanding of as someone who wasn't directly involved in her field of work. He hands the gift to her and offers her a slight shrug of his shoulders.      ❝ Tell me if you like it, when you get the chance. Happy Birthday. ❞ Relieved of the weight of the bottle, his hands nonchalantly fall back to his sides and dip into the pockets of his jeans.      ❝ Is it paid bar? I'll get you your next round if you want. ❞ Birthday Asks!

It was good to see Killer at her birthday party, even if he'd had to bring his captain along with him. But, so long as the redhead behaved himself, Ikkaku would endure his presence for the sake of getting to spend some time with the more calm and collected first mate. She liked Killer - he had a calming presence, and she could easily admire his combat abilities and weapons. So it was nice, actually having him around, especially outside of battle. Meant they could actually have a conversation, assuming Kid didn't cause any drama to distract him.

Ikkaku smiled when he handed her the bottle of Chianti. She usually wasn't a huge wine drinker, but she'd been looking to expand her palate more, and she trusted Killer's judgment on this. Plus it looked expensive, which probably meant it was better than the cheap stuff she'd sampled in the past, so she had high hopes.

"I'm looking forward to trying it and giving you a full review," she replied, grinning. "Thanks. It means a lot. Both the gift, and you coming here."

Tucking the bottle away with her other gifts so it wouldn't mistakenly be added to the bar, Ikkaku added, "It's not a paid bar for the Hearts, but outsiders do have to pay. Law's rules so things don't get insane with the guests. But go to the bartender and ask for a Penicillin for the birthday girl, and he'll know you're on my list of exceptions. But no telling Kid," she added with a wink. Her generosity only extended so far, after all.