im not done i shouldnt write when ive been drinking
Pluck, pluck, pluck
You pull the thorns off one by one, the tips of your fingers scratched and bloodied. You haven't had a customer come all day, but you've had two flower deliveries for two different addresses and you know you have to hurry if you want to make it to the houses on time. You finish one, quickly, placing dwarf sunflowers and babies breath and beautiful yellow roses, with a perfect vase and a deep orange bow wrapped around the curved top.
"Perfect." you mutter to yourself, grabbing another vase to quickly set another up bouquet, full of lilac and lilies and nightshade with a single white rose. White ribbon to top it off, and a sweet, sweet appreciation card. You smiled at your work, and quickly grabbed both of the vases, going outside to start on your bike. The business man was there again, standing, probably waiting for someone, and you politely waved at him the best you could with the two vases.
He didn't wave back, he seemed pretty hard-boiled, but it didn't get to you. You just shrugged and set the vases in the basket, making sure they were secure before you biked off.
Each house seemed pleased with your vases, paying you twenty dollars each. You smiled, happily excepting their money, before taking off again, getting back to your shop just in time to start making the special tea blend of the day. Orange and apricot, dried and shredded, chamomile, and just a little bit of jasmine, to top it off. You mixed it in your jar, thoroughly, before setting it off to the side, beside the 'blend of the day!' sign. Sighing, you knew you still had two hours of the day left, and you were sure yet again you were not going to have anymore business. You laid your head on the front desk and closed your eyes, almost drifting off before you heard the front bell ding.
You jumped up and instantly smiled, spouting greetings without even knowing where the person was. "Thank you for visiting my shop today, is there anything I can get for you?" you know you sounded sleepy, but instead of worrying you just yawned. The guy who walked in went to your front desk soon after hearing you speak, grinning. He was way taller than you, seemed a bit more haughty too, and it took you a second but you soon realized who it was.
It was the guy who was standing outside every day, the business man. You smirked up at him and laughed, "Glad to know you finally wanted to come inside." you said, playfully. He chuckled himself and picked up the jar of the blended tea.
"So, you make this yourself?" he had a thick accent you couldn't put your finger on, but you looked past it. "Yes! Yes I do, of course. I make sure all of my herbs I put in the teas are digestible too, so no need to worry about poisons and toxins!" you always spoke to cheery and happy, you sure hoped it didn't turn others off.
"That's real swell, chief. I'll tell you what, we talk for awhile and I'll consider buying all of it from you soon. Like the sound of that?" he asked you, leaning in closer, just a couple inches away from your face. You shrugged and turned around to look for the same supplies you used previously to put in the teas, so you could hopefully remake more. "I guess it doesn't sound like too bad of a deal!" you replied, noticing you were still stocked.
Before you turned around, you felt eyes on your backside. It made you uncomfortable, but soon forgetting about it, you turned around to start your small talk with your new customer. You talked about the meaning of the flowers, the herbs, and your tea blend, before you started talking about each others interest and hobbies. He liked fishing, and boat riding, and loved being near the water, while you liked gardening, bike riding, and being near your books. He told you his name, Dualscar, and you told him yours, Karmin.
"When it's not the summer, though," you began, leaning over the counter in a slumped position, "I love to teach college students at night in the lecture halls. Help them study, and help them learn about topics and history they might of never heard of."
He laughs and places a hand on your arm, smiling. "You're a history buff, eh? Perhaps you should teach me sometime, always interested in learning." you grinned and snorted when you laughed, "Maybe sometime later. I would love to."
He took his hand away to grab for the tea jar, before sliding it over to you. "I'll take all of this, then. How much will it be?" you observed it for a moment, before shrugging and looking up at him. "You can have it for free." he laughed and goes through his wallet, pulling out a hundred dollar bill and setting it down onto the table. You were surprised, but grateful all the same, quiet from shock. He left without another word, and you put the money into your pocket as soon as he was out. After awhile, you went to look out the front window.
He was gone, and you sighed in relief. Quitting and closing time, you locked up and turned off the lights to the lower level, trudging up the stairs to your own room. No food for now, you had to save up your money, you took your shower (you reeked of dirt and sweat) and you got quickly into your pajamas before jumping into bed.
Closing your eyes you began quickly falling asleep. You remember the previous conversation with your new friend, Dualscar, fondly as well as you fall asleep. It was still slightly early, but the flower shop opened at eight in the morning, and you as usual had no other plans.
lets refresh this blog with some genderbent ghbsuff because i feel like it
it's non/dubcon trigger warning also rough draft bc i havent slept
"I'm not as stupid as you think, Highblood." the Signless said, in her dainty, light voice. You could swear it was a voice blessed by the messiahs. "You really think I would go out here into a secluded area, with you, without a weapon on me? I'm nice, Highblood, but I'm not that nice." her voice when she was angry sounded so snippy, almost like a meowbeast. It was adorable, and it left you feeling warm, happy, and fuzzy inside.
"Come on, now. I wouldn't call you stupid, just incredibly naive. I'm just saying, you need to watch your back, motherfucker." her beautiful, small, slim, most likely smooth back. You twitched in your seat, and tapped your fingers on your thigh, clearing you throat. "I won't turn you in now, but just know, there are people who want you dead. I'm not one of them," believe it, you loved her, "but you need to up your game."
You watched her scoff and stand from her seat, slipping the small knife she had pulled from the chest piece to her leggings back into a little slot. "Whatever. Thank you for bringing me out here to tell me the same shit I hear everyday." she was about to walk away from you, until you grabbed her small hand and yanked her back down. You watched her free hand go up to her top again and pull out her knife, but you were quick to catch her wrist as she dropped it down, back onto the ground.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she asked, trying her best to slip out of your grip. You were strong normally, but compared to her you were the gravity that held her down. You didn't want to hurt her, that was far from your mind, but you didn't want her to leave you. You pushed her down, pressing her back to the ground as you leaned over her. "Don't leave me yet. I need you to stay with me, you're beautiful, kind, and while you're not strong physically you have the strongest mind, and the wit and the personality that leaves me aching for more." you moan atop of her.
She continues to squirm, anyway, until she just gave up, laying limp. "If anything I'd want you as a friend, not a goddamn lover." she whined, and you felt bad, but something soon came over you and that whine made you almost instantly unhook her top. Her breast, her perfect breast, small, round, perky, were out and open to you, and you couldn't help but lean down, and lick stripes up and down and across her perfect, perfect chest. She moaned and whined, her free hand you released to unhook her top going to grab at one of your horns.
You feel like you can trust her enough to let go of her other wrist, so you could slip a hand between her legs. Her knees buckle close, and you watch her face as her eyes close and she shakes her head 'no'. You quietly shh her and rub her face as gently as you can manage. You try to ease her legs open with the hand already down between her. She complies, soon enough, turning her head to the side and frowning. She's incredibly warm between her legs, and it sends a pleased shiver up your spine. You lick your lips, and press kisses down her torso, getting down to the waistband of her leggings.
Both of your hands go to her pants and you tug, despite her squirming and her whining. You don't want to hurt her, you don't want to do this to her, but you want her here, with you, and you wanted you in her. If only it was consensual. "You're beautiful." you mumble, as if it would mean anything to her. She pouts, and releases your horns to hold and hide her breast from your view. You frown yourself, and continue to pull down her leggings, tugging off her boots to discover another hidden weapon or two.
You push her clothes and weapons away, looking down at her naked, frail, and red flushed body, and it makes you yourself wet. When you lean down to suck at her breast again, while one of your hands goes between her legs, your other one goes between your own, rubbing roughly at your own nook while you finger and prod at hers gently.
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oh dude thanks that would be cool i cannot answer privately (at least i think i cannot idek man thsi isnt my personal blog) but submit an msparp chat and ill join it
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