#until i eventually fail and how embarrassing it will be when i do if its been a long time since i last relapsed

[justwinginglife]

hello hello Hannah! Hope you’re having a great timezone!

So I read your fic for Jinshi since I finally started watching Apothecary Diaries the show has a tight grip on me now and I was wondering if maybe you could do something for Jinshi again if you feel up for it?

Can be whatever you want, full fic, head canons (although my one request would be to ask if it could be smut?) even that if you don’t feel like it then fluff is perfect too.

Thank you if you do and no worries if you don’t want to!

Helloooooo! I'm so happy you've discovered Apothecary Diaries! I apologize in advance, I know this was supposed to be smut, but I had too many good laughs writing this and it ended up lowkey being comedic material lmao. I love Jinshi. Anyway, thanks for the request, and welcome to the Apothecary Diaries fandom!

NSFW Warning

The Missing Piece

He had a dick.

He had a dick, he had a dick, he had a dick. Oh fuck, Jinshi had a dick. He wasn’t supposed to have a dick. But he had one. He had one and it was very big and it was very hard and it was pushing up against your butt at this very moment. You’d tripped and he’d caught you -at the cost of his secret- and now you were both planted firmly on the ground, one with a raging boner and one with a soaked cunt. And, GOD, was it embarrassing. You’d never once questioned that he was a eunuch, even with all of his flirting and flouncing around, but now you were very much aware that he was not, in fact, a eunuch AT ALL. 

You quickly pulled yourself off of him, cheeks flushed and underwear stained. You hurriedly excused yourself, spitting out a quick thanks for him breaking your fall, and then booked it the fuck out of there. You could hear him laughing behind you, but you paid no mind. You were too busy overthinking every encounter you’d ever had with him. All the times you’d poked fun at his lack of a member. All the times you’d whispered innuendos into his ear, teasing him with what you knew he couldn’t have. And now you’d been one cloth away from reaching home base with him after one stupid fall. And your stupid body had the stupid nerve to be soaked. 

If you could’ve avoided him for the rest of your life, you would’ve. Alas, a week was the best you could do, and even that was pushing it. In the rear palace, Jinshi was in control of anything and everything, and it was near impossible for anyone, least of all you (he liked to keep you close in particular) to take a step without him knowing about it. You could only plant so many obstacles to keep him busy, but you knew eventually he’d find you. Besides the fact that you were his closest confidant and most useful informant, reporting on all happenings within the palace as one of its court ladies (ranking high enough to have access, but low enough to be virtually invisible), you were also just his favorite form of entertainment and he’d damn near lose his mind if he didn’t have your company to cure his boredom. So it was only a matter of time until he caught up to you; the only real question was, when he finally caught you, did you ignore the massive elephant in the room or did you poke it with a stick? 

“You know I pay you to report to me, right? And I’ve not had a report for almost a week now. Wonder why that is.” A voice chimed out from behind you and you could almost hear his smirk. He was having too much fun with this situation. 

Your brow twitched. So the bastard was going to be smug about this? Fine. If he was relishing in the discomfort this was causing you, you might as well even the score. You plastered on a faux smile and turned to face him, giving him an obligatory curtsy. “Jinshi, to what do I owe the grand pleasure of your presence?”

He chuckled, amused at your fake show of manners. “Drop the formalities. It’s just us. You can speak freely.”

“You have a dick.” There. Now you were both uncomfortable. 

He choked on his own spit. He did say you could speak freely but you never failed to surprise him with just how freely you spoke. “...I suppose I can’t convince you it was nothing more than just my tunic bunching up?”

You snorted. “Jinshi, does your tunic have a tip? And does that tunic’s tip pulse?”

He let out a short laugh. “It appears I’m caught. Alright, I concede. I have a dick.”

You blinked. You hadn’t expected him to outright admit it. You’d expected to dance in circles with him, make him sweat a little, before finally wringing the confession from his throat. 

He could tell you were struggling with his sudden admission. It made him grin. “And before you ask, yes, I’ve had it since birth. I didn’t just glue it on.”

“Well, duh!” You spit out. What, now he had jokes?? Didn’t he know this was the stupidest thing to be joking about?? God, he drove you crazy. 

He seemed to be enjoying your reactions. He took a step closer to you. “Wanna touch it? Confirm its existence?” He teased.

If he wasn’t the most high ranking official here, you would’ve slapped him. You gave him a pinched smile. “Sure. I’ll touch it with my shoe, just let me wind up real quick-”

His eyes widened. “Wait, wait, wait! That’s not what I meant.”

Your brow twitched again. “Oh, I know what you meant.” PERVERT. You didn’t say it but he knew you were thinking it. 

He exhaled. “Okay, I think we got off on the wrong foot here. I’m just messing with you. How about we both just go back to the way things were before you found out? Yeah?” 

You wanted nothing more than to do that. Buuuut…. You couldn’t. How were you supposed to go back to falling asleep at his desk when you were too lazy to go back to your room, after a daily report turned into a lengthy strategy session? How were you supposed to go back to ripping the blankets off of him after he’d overslept and tugging at his clothes to try and change him yourself? How were you supposed to not overthink every time that he touched you, wondering if maybe he wanted to touch you longer, to touch you lower? 

You bit your lip. Did you even mind when he touched you? It’d never been an issue before. He was always fidgeting, always needing to play with your pinky under the table at a meeting, or needing to tug at your bracelet while he poured over paperwork, or needing to nudge your foot with his, and you never minded before, but would you mind now? Would you mind if he wanted to touch you differently, if he wanted to touch you urgently? Your cheeks began to grow warm. How had you never seen how you’d felt about him until he suddenly had a dick? Were you that shallow? God, you hoped not. Of course, you’d always thought he was attractive objectively (though you’d never tell him or he’d gloat for ages), and his company was at times pleasant to enjoy (and you’d never tell him this either or he’d never leave you alone), but maybe you’d never seen him as a love interest before because he wasn’t someone you could settle down and start a family with. But now, what if he was?

And it didn’t help that he wasn’t taking this seriously. He was teasing, he was taunting, he was downright torturous. It seriously made you want to slap him.

But right now, he was looking at you like you held the world in your hands. Like his world might collapse if you didn’t agree to going back to what you were before. Like he might lose something precious to him if you didn’t. And you didn’t want to overestimate your own worth to him; after all, you might just be a useful pair of eyes to him at the end of the day, but the way he was looking at you now made you feel like something to him, even if it was barely something. Did you want to be something to him?

He broke the silence. “You’re not going to ignore me for another week, are you? Please don’t, I can’t take it.”

God, he couldn’t just say stuff like this. It made you want to kiss him and stay by his side forever. “I won’t.” You said finally.

He exhaled. Then he grinned. “Good, cuz I need my favorite plaything.”

Oh, this asshole. “You know what? I’ll touch it.”

His smile dropped from his face. “Wh-what?”

You smirked, stepping dangerously close. “You asked me earlier if I wanted to touch it, right? Sure. Let me cop a feel.”

He swallowed and backed up a few steps. “I was j-joking. I wasn’t serious…”

“Oh come on. Pretty face like yours. I’m sure you must’ve done it tons of times before; it’s not like this is anything new to you. And you must be pretty pent up, working in the rear palace. I’m sure you need to let off some steam, right?” You purred, trapping him against the wall with your next few steps. 

His eyes widened when his back hit the wall.

You almost wanted to stop, you weren’t even sure where you’d found the nerve, but it was like he’d lit a fire within you and it was too late to back out now. “Jinshi…” You murmured, before trailing a hand up his thigh. 

“Wait! I’m a vir-” Your hand trailed up his length and brushed across his tip. In an instant, the front of his tunic was soaked. He slid down the wall, gasping for breath as he collapsed on the ground. “gin…” He finished through panted breaths, head arching back to rest on the wall as he rode out his orgasm. It wasn’t like he’d never touched himself before, but you touching him was something completely different. 

You pulled away suddenly. “You’re a what??”

He laughed, half exhausted and half ashamed. “Caught me. I’m a virgin.”

Oh shit. You dropped to your knees in front of him, and bowed low to the ground. “I’m so sorry! I was only teasing, I didn’t know you were a virgin. And I sure as hell didn’t think you’d…you know…” 

“Come on my clothes?” He offered weakly. 

Your cheeks filled with crimson. “Yeah. So did I… I mean was that your first… did I take your…?” You swallowed, completely unable to finish your sentence.

He laughed again and you were glad he could laugh because you certainly couldn’t. “I hardly think brushing across it counted as my first time. At least, I’m not counting it. So you didn’t take anything. And it’s not like I haven’t touched myself before, you know.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Ew- okay, I did not need to know that.”

He grinned and leaned in close to your ear. “In fact… I’ve done it a couple times to you.”

Your breath hitched. 

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Don’t think you’re the only one who can play the teasing game. I bet you wanna know what it’s like when I’m touching myself to you, yeah?”

Before you could protest (you weren’t sure how you’d protest anyway; it was suddenly very hot in here and your throat was suddenly very dry), he had his cock in his hand, precum drizzling over his fingers, mixing with his previous messy release. If you hadn’t just seen him come a minute ago, you would’ve thought he’d never gotten off a day in his life, with how painfully swollen it looked, veins engorged along his rigid length. 

Your previous assessment of him from the few seconds you’d spent in his lap turned out to be completely correct. He was huge. And you were drooling. Without even realizing it, you’d reached a finger out to dance over his tip. He hissed and bit down on his lip to keep from coming again.

“You’re such a tease,” He groaned. 

Before you could pull away, he seized your wrist and pulled you into his lap. You landed exactly where he wanted and exactly where you hoped you wouldn’t. But there was no denying how good it felt. Especially when he began to thrust his hips upwards to meet you with delicious friction. 

You let out an involuntary moan.

He inhaled sharply. “God, the sounds you make…” His hands found your hips, holding you tightly in place, like he thought you might try to make another escape before he could get off again. You wouldn’t, not this time. Not now that you knew how good he felt.

You matched his rhythm, grinding against his erection in a similar fashion. 

His eyes widened when he realized you were giving in to him. “Fuck…” He pulled you in for a kiss. It was sloppy at first, desperate. Too much tongue and then too much teeth, like he didn’t know how much time he had before you wanted to stop. When you wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing against his lips, and settling yourself closer to him, he finally relaxed, realizing you wanted this just as bad as he did. 

His lips trailed a bruising path down your neck, painting his desire for you in pinks and purples across your skin. 

“Jinshi…” You murmured, arching your head back in pleasure. 

“I don’t think…” He pressed another hungry kiss to your collarbone, “My name has ever sounded so good…”

When his hands began to undress you as his kisses made their way lower and lower on your body, you finally stopped him. “Wait, wait.”

His brows furrowed. “What is it? Change your mind?” 

You shook your head quickly. “It’s just… do you really want your first time to be with me?”

His gaze softened when he realized what your concern was. “And why wouldn’t I want it with you?”

“Don’t people usually save their first time for someone special?”

“They do. So I guess I’m in the clear.”

“I-what?”

“You are someone special-” His lips found the curves of your breast and you shivered, “-to me, you’re special. You’ve always been special.”

“Jinshi…” You whispered in awe. You’d hoped to be something to him, but you never would’ve dared to dream you’d be this. 

“If you want to stop, we can stop. But tell me now, or I won’t be able to hold myself back.” 

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging his head away from your chest. When he looked up at you in surprise, you pressed a deep kiss to his lips. “Do I look like I want to stop?” You gasped out.

He chuckled. “Whatever you say, princess.”

He laid you back on the floor, resting you on top of your discarded dress. For a moment, he just stared at you, taking in your beautiful, naked form beneath him.

“Don’t tell me you’re all talk.” You teased. 

He scoffed, but his eyes were sparkling with amusement. “Can’t I just look at a gorgeous woman for a moment?”

“Not if she’s naked and cold. Better warm me up quick, Jinshi, or I’ll find someone else to take my first time.”

His eyes widened. “Wait you… you’re a virgin?”

Your cheeks darkened. “Well, I’m about to not be a virgin in two seconds, so hurry it up please.”

You thought he’d laugh at you but all he could do was smile like a kid on Christmas. He smiled like you held the world in your hands and his heart right beside it. It made you want to kiss him. So you did. You pulled him towards you and buried him in your lips. And he lost himself in you, tongue finding yours eagerly, like he wouldn’t stop until he couldn’t tell your taste apart from his. You were so love drunk and sky high, you almost didn’t realize he was lining up to your entrance. 

But your lungs nearly collapsed when you felt him spear through your eager entrance.

You groaned, loudly. 

He stopped abruptly. “Did that hurt?” He started to pull back out.

“Don’t you dare.” You hissed, wrapping your legs around him tightly and yanking him back to you. 

He gasped as he sunk deeper into you, your cunt swallowing every hardened inch of him greedily. “Princess…” He whined and it nearly killed you.

His head rested on your chest as though he didn’t have the strength to both hold himself up and thrust into you at the same time. His thrusts were carefully measured, like he wasn’t sure how much you could handle. Like he wasn’t sure how much he could handle. 

“Jinshi, look at me.”

He lifted his head slightly, innocent eyes meeting yours. You’d never seen his eyes so pure before. So in love. It was like looking into your own eyes. Because you were sure you were looking at him the exact same way. 

“I can take it.”

He looked away.

“Jinshi. I’m serious, I can take it. I need you.”

His head whipped back up to you, eyes darkening as he took in your words. “You need it, huh? I suppose if you need it…” He spread your legs wider, and before you had a chance to breathe, he snapped his hips forward, driving himself balls deep inside you. You yelped and it only encouraged his speed. One of his hands braced itself on your hip, while his other hand reached up to intertwine with yours, pinning it to the ground. For how roughly he was fucking you, you found the gesture strangely romantic.

Sweat and arousal drizzled down your trembling legs as he continued his assault, and he took it as a sign of your satisfaction.

You could tell he was getting close, because he started murmuring the sweetest nothings to you as he pistoned in and out of your dripping cunt. 

“I… fuck… I love… I love you…fuck…” He panted as his pace quickened. 

“I love…you too…”

His eyes widened as though he hadn’t expected you to reciprocate. Suddenly he yanked his cock out of you and keeled over to the side, hips bucking wildly at the air as hot ropes of milky cum shot out of him in wild spurts, staining the ground. 

As he rode out his orgasm, you suddenly felt the urge to cover your mouth with your hand. He raised a curious brow at you. Then he heard your muffled laughter and his cheeks flushed red. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just… it’s awfully romantic that my love confession made you come.” You teased.

He pouted slightly but then a devilish look crossed his face. “I wouldn’t be so cruel to the person who holds your release in his hands. You still haven’t got off yet, right? I could just hover you on the edge of an orgasm all night.” To prove his point, he spit on two fingers and drove them deep inside you.

You inhaled sharply. “Jinshi!”

He smirked and curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot in a teasing manner before quickly withdrawing, opting to play with your clit instead. 

“Fuck!” You groaned, exasperated at the absence of his fingers.

He grinned deviously.

“I said all night, didn’t I?”

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"I'm calling in sick tomorrow."

"Well, I hear your boss is exceedingly handsome and even kinder too, so I'm sure he can make an exception for his favorite employee."

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Taglist: @pixelcafe-network @ouiouimochi @inkytypewriter @minasfwoopyponytail @ectopodl3 (just tagging you cuz we were talking about this fic)

[kissesfordaryl]

daryl dixon & kinks.

top male reader.

CHOKING.

hes obsessed with the how easily your larger hands fit over his neck, how gentle you are as you squeeze and watch his eyes flutter close. your fingers are constantly dancing around his neck, just teasing. its gets him riled up and he has to actively try to not think dirty.

if hes riding you, he'll drag your hand off of his hip and up his body, urging you to take your grip and squeeze and squeeze until he comes all over your stomaches. other than that, he adores taking your fat cock down his throat, and letting his spit pool up there. he gets lightheaded but enjoys just sitting there on his knees, taking you all.

MARKING.

at first, he wanted to avoid any marks. he already disliked pda- and he didnt want the rest of the group knowing what he got up to with you. eventually as the years passed, he didnt mind a few hickeys making their way up his skin and below his jaw. the feeling of being owned- of others knowing that you did that to him, it got him off. that doesn't mean those are the only marks he has though. youre ruthless when youve got him to yourself: sucking dark and purple bruises into his inner thighs or below his nipple or on the curve of his ass. you'd take any skin you could get. daryl pretends he hates the sting of it- but really it gets him hard when he sees the reminders of how hard you fucked him the other night.

PRAISE.

more than anything, he wants to make you proud. he looks to you for everything- from the smallest to the biggest of things. if youre giving him directions during sex, he'll try his damndest to follow through. he's not really a brat; he doesnt find pleasure in failing you. all he wants to hear is how good he takes it, how good he's being for you, how pretty he looks with his legs wrapped around you.

DEGRADATION&HUMILIATION.

although he doesn't really find pleasure in failing you, his cock'll start twitching if you get a little mean. he cant help but agree whenever you call him pathetic, because he knows its true. your mocking tone thats just shy of cruel, the names you call him- all of it was true. he'd only apologize and nod, tears brimming his eyes and hair falling in his face.

HAIR PULLING.

with his long hair constantly falling in his face, you were bound to be a little rough sooner or later. the way you can take control so easily just by pulling has him weak for you- and who doesnt know it?

EDGING.

"cant you take a little more?" youve got your fingers wrapped around daryls dick, tugging and tugging and playing at his sensitive slit. "i mean, look how good im makin' you feel. least you could do is hold out a little longer, right?" it was a game to you, and he could barely hang on. edging him is the fastest way to get him whimpering, crying, gasping. on one hand, he just wants to come all over your hand, paint your face with it- but on the other, he wants to be able to make you proud. hes usually got a 50-50 chance of making it.

MANHANDLING.

one of things that might just embarrass him the most: manhandling. daryl was more than capable of handling himself. he was considered one of the more stronger people in his group. but none of that mattered next to you. you were broader, bulkier, stronger. he loves getting fucked against a wall, the thrill of someone even seeing, how easy it was for you to maneuver him in whatever position you wanted. maybe if you were hard enough youd leave hand prints.

man im obsessed with him☹️

[fomfarms]

If you do NSFW headcanons, can you do some for March? If not its okay. Thank u! ^^ love your writing

I DO do NS/FW stuff!

Also thank you!!

HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT!

switch, leaning towards dom

MAD NEEDY

is going to be in DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL

right up until he finally admits he wants you, then the flood gates are open

afterwards he's not in hard denial anymore, but he might be coy about it

he's def the type to shyly pull on your sleeve while looking away and blushing

then giving you The Look, still looking bashful as he looks away again and hopes you get the message

is very very VERY private about his sex life

medium to low sex drive that gets a bit higher when he's in love

PRAISE. KINK.

also gets really worked up if you kiss him-- basically anywhere but the cheek

like obvs he can handle the lips without getting in the mood

but if you kiss him on his neck, or whisper in his ear-- it's over for him

easily flustered at first, but as he fully let's go of his denial and just accepts it, he gets less easy to fluster and more easy to turn on

there is no more 'BLUSH BLUSH BLUSH W-WHAT D-DO YOU THINK YOU'RE D-DOING?!?! BLUSH BLUSH' from him

it becomes a flushed face, a hum of him giving into the feeling, and then him turning around and embracing you

likes to tease you a bit

also LOVES to be teased, even when he insists that he doesn't

cuddling is not optional

March needs to hold you in his arms for a minimum of a half hour after the fact and needs no less than 5 kisses

the most embarrassed he's ever been is when he shyly asked Elsie for some books to help him learn some new techniques to wow you with...

he would've normally rather died than do this

but when he heard you moan like that, he knew he had to do something, ANYTHING, to get you to do that more

takes SO MUCH PRIDE in pleasing you

is more open to being submissive for you than you think

tries to not get Lost in it, he likes to keep his wits about him so he can please you

but sometimes he can't help it

is actually very proper about when and where you have sex

no quickies behind the forge for him, he's a proper lad, he's going to take you to his bedroom for your time together

or yours, he's not picky

but he CAN get a little impatient, (especially once he's turned on) so decide quick or he's dragging your ass to his

is actually really REALLY complimentary during

you'd think it'd be dirty talk, and some of it is

but a lot of it is also how good you look and how nice it is to have you around and how he couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else

just shy of out right saying I love you honestly

though he does start saying that more regularly eventually

also keeps up the praise and sweet talk in the after math

if you return the favor and cling to him like you never want to let him go, he honestly might just cry

wants to drown in your affections so bad, please let him

also has a lot of pent up affections himself, though he's really not sure how to let them out

he usually ends up doing it verbally and also through just--- holding you

has defo watched you slept

he wasn't trying to be creepy, he just woke up and saw your face and he couldn't look away or remember where he is or what he was doing

can be a little on the possessive side at times, but it's less in a rawr dom daddy way, and more in a desperate he doesn't know what he'd do with himself or his love if he lost you kinda way

it's honestly a little pathetic sometimes

when you're in these moments together, he honestly gets really vulnerable cause what's the point in holding back now ya know??

and he let's his pathetic side go through

that being said, he tries (and fails a little bit) to not so easily fold to your flirting

at least in public

that is until you whisper something in his ear, and he's still stone faced, but he's blushing like crazy now and is maybe looking to move to private as quick as possible

I feel like once you settle into the relationship--- well, it's less that he needs/wants sex regularly, and more he just needs you close to him and to have you all to himself regularly

he'd almost get his fill if you two just laid in bed holding each other all time

...almost

will still complain that it's too hot to cuddle in the summer tho

all while simultaneously refusing to actually let you go

he's just a really needy dude honestly lol

[sstrwbrryccke]

— sweetly spoiled | sub choi soobin

tags: rich reader x sugarbaby+broke soobin, financial dominance, gn reader, this was super fluffy until the end, porn with feelings, anal sex (can be interpreted as pegging), overstimulation, window sex, cum eating, hair pulling

not proofread 😭

you’re a hardworking rags to riches, new money type of billionaire. it started from taking over a failing business to investing into real estate and now a multibillion franchise. through sheer hardwork, will and a keen eye, you were one of the youngest billionaires in the world. you were rich beyond belief, rich but lonely. suffering from the many losses of your family members wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t as if you could make genuine friends in this industry.

meeting him was a total coincidence, you were picking up some late night snacks at a convenience store- just because you’re rich now doesn’t mean you forgot your roots, the convenience store was quick and cheap after all. there you spotted him, tall yet nervous at the cashier, fumbling in his pocket for money to pay for the ramen cup. money which he seems to not have, he sighed, about to return the item before you stepped in to buy it for him. financial dominance at its best, really. when you glanced his direction, met with his shocked face, the first thing you noticed was how seriously cute he was, a man that was 100% your type. wide bunny eyes with pretty pink lips, when he beamed a smile at your kind action, you felt your heart flutter. but that was all it was, a random encounter with a very pretty stranger. he thanked you and you waved him off, the two of you parting ways.

☆★☆

and to be honest, he didn’t come up on your mind that much after, you were a busy business person after all. hours of paperwork and meetings filled your mind as the weeks passed. but one day, your assistant called in sick, and you felt maybe that was your sign to take a rest for the day too. but left alone in your penthouse apartment seemed to only perpetuate how spacious your living space really was. even your personal butler had taken a vacation. so huge, alone, isolated and quiet. when the ticking of the clock was too much, you decided to take a walk to escape the mundanity of your solitude. but he caught your eye again, wearing plain clothing and crouched next to the door of a cafe? you approached him, curious. the sudden shade made him glance up, his eyes instantly lighting up in recognition.

“oh! it’s you!”

he seemed happy to see you, and you instinctively smiled along too.

“what are you doing here?”

he seemed sheepish at the question, craning his head and shaking his hair with an exasperated gasp. it was cute, he was cute.

“i just got fired from the cafe.”

it was such an unexpected and ridiculous answer, you heard yourself snicker. he was embarrassed, lips pouted.

“how?”

“i let a few stray cats and dogs in.”

you snicker again, he instantly shot up to defend himself. reminding you how tall he was.

“it was raining!”

the two of you end up talking, and you invite him to another cafe to chat. of course you paid for everything, you insisted. he was shy at first, very thankful and grateful for your hospitality. what an obedient and well-mannered boy. eventually, through more talking and prodding, he opened up. he was called soobin, and soobin’s adorable looks matched his personality. he was endearing in every way that word could mean. he ranted about his university and disastrous job history, and he really really had a penchant for being broke. seriously, how was it possible for someone to be this financially unfortunate? every time he tried to earn a living, something prevented him, like god’s divine will if you were religious. first job at a restaurant? broke 20 plates in one go. second job as a waiter? the restaurant got struck by lighting and went bankrupt. the list goes on.

when he finished, he was sheepish again at your shocked face, sipping on his mocha awkwardly. you pitied him, honestly, you could tell he was innocent to the qualms of the world, and you really wanted to take him under your wing…

except, what was stopping you?

“uh… sorry for ranting. i normally don’t talk this much.”

he meekly commented, suddenly all shy, back to a very introverted mumble. you just shook your head at him.

“i’m listening to you willingly, aren’t i?”

your tone was stern, he instinctively straightened his back as if preparing for you to reveal something big to him, maybe you were going to shoo him away? you took a moment to stare at him, observing his features. looking at him closer just made him so much more attractive, and you could listen to him talk for hours, even if he didn’t talk. just his presence had soothed you of all your troubles.

“soobin, do you want to be my sugar baby?”

he blinked at you. and you thought you would have to explain the concept to him until his face darkened a deep red, fingers fiddling together. maybe he wasn’t as innocent as you thought he was, maybe you should’ve expected it, but it only made your desire arouse more. there was a moment of silence as you let him contemplate the choice.

“so?”

you break his train of thoughts, and he jolts up, shoulders tightly bunched together as his wide bunny-like eyes lowers. he whispers something you couldn’t hear.

“……that.”

“use your voice, soobin.”

“does that mean we do that?”

slightly taken aback by his question, so that was what he was thinking. he was secretly a pervert, wasn’t he? you grin at him, leaning forward.

“someone’s getting his hopes up, isn’t he?”

to your surprise again, he nods obediently, and your grin widened. being alone wasn’t so bad after all.

☆★☆

it took him awhile to get used to the sugar-baby lifestyle. and for some reason, he was more endearing after becoming your sugar-baby. despite how broke he was, he really wasn’t the type to thirst for money. even being awful at receiving gifts sometimes. he had already been so thankful at you covering his living costs, so anything extra made him jittery and blush, profusely thanking you. not to mention, sex with soobin was beyond wonderful, he was just as obedient in bed as he was in his daily life. you found out later he gave his virginity to you, and that honestly made you turned on and ready for 10 more rounds.

you learned more about soobin’s hobbies too, and one thing you note is how much of a nerd he was. when you give him a very hefty and large allowance, he mostly uses the money for games, mangas and anime subscriptions. even though you insist many times that you give him enough money to buy all of that and way more. he seems to be more than satisfied with just those items.

gradually though, he really takes over your life with his presence, and it was only more apparent when he moved into your penthouse apartment. (even though you offered him a separate apartment, you learned he was a rather clingy person) you found yourself buying more shelves to display his manga collections, catching up to his favourite animes when you have time so you guys can watch together on movie night. he’s an introvert to the core, so he often prefers to stay in the penthouse rather than go out. not that you mind, it was nice to spend the night cuddling with him after long day at work, plus you dote on him extensively, if soobin wanted to stay in, you were going to let him stay in.

and you didn’t know life could get this happy until you entered to the smell of freshly baked goods, a smiling soobin poking his head out from the kitchen. god, who needs michelin star chefs when you have a cute bunny boy? and damn was it was the best cinnamon roll you’ve ever had in your entire existence.

eventually, your work finds out about soobin too, it first manifested in drifting rumors of a mysterious partner you had. then it became plain obvious when you straight-up brought soobin to your office one day. it was a bizzare sight, a man dressed in a hoodie sitting in a room full of men and women in suits. he mentioned he was curious about your work, and next thing he knew, he was in your limousine driving to the high skyrise building.

another time you brought him to those socialite parties, which was really just a fancy name for ‘rich people getting drunk asf’. he was so adorable, muttering to you about how nervous he was as you adjust his bowtie. he wore a grey asymmetrical suit jacket, you had it tailor made for him. you would hold him by the waist and kiss his worries away, reassuring him. and just as you thought, it went great. though soobin wasn’t talkative at all, just smiling beside you as you’re approached by another acquaintance. you two had fun though, you would snake your hand around his waist and whisper to him while gesturing to another rich nepo baby.

“and that one over there, that blonde hair? oh yeah, definitely a wig.”

“stop- that’s mean!”

but he was giggling with you, his eyes creasing into sweet crescent moons. the night passed smoothly, and the two of you retreat back to the penthouse apartment again. there you sat on the bed, freshly showered. soobin comes out from his shower as well, wrapped in a towel. he seemed embarrassed again, at how scantily dressed he was.

“stop hiding yourself, i’ve literally seen you naked soobin.”

“nope, who knows when you’re going to get horny and attack me.”

he shook his head teasingly, his wet hair tousling around. you raise an eyebrow, standing up to walk to him and he instantly starts laughing and apologising while backing away, knowing that once you take action you weren’t going to stop.

“hey i was joking!! i was jokin- AHHH!!”

you go for his hips where he was the most ticklish, and it didn’t take a lot of wrestling until he was under you, huffing and giggly. cheeks red, puffy eyes beautifully curved with his smile, his dimples in full show. touching your knee was something hard, as well, and you smirk at him.

“and i’m the horny one?”

with just the right amount of teasing and edging, you get him squirming and moaning, begging softly for you to touch him more. you haul him up, and he seems to wake up from his submissive daze when he realises you brought him right up to the massive windows of the penthouse. naked and exposed, leg spread embarrassingly far apart as you make him bend over- using the glass as support.

“w-what if people see.”

“let them.”

you whisper in his ear and he visibly shivers. you thumb at his lubed pink hole, dipping in and then dipping out, he becomes more and more desperate with each passing second. when it was clear you were going to keep playing with his rim, he softly whines, glancing behind him to look at you. bunny eyes wide and pleading.

“use your words soobin.”

“mmm… please.”

“continue.”

he gulps, nervous. he was so turned on he felt like he could come with any type of friction.

“spoil me please.”

oh, and you were going to spoil him alright. he was your pretty prince and you would genuinely buy him the earth if he wanted to. hurray to capitalism and this pretty boy. you kiss his nape as you insert a finger. he squirms and clenches his thighs, trying his hardest to hold it in because you hadn’t given him permission yet.

you insert another finger and begin to pump them in and out, purposefully hitting his prostate to push him over the edge. he comes without a warning and he sputters, his thighs trembling.

“s-sorry! sorry! i didnt mean to! im sorry!”

he begs profusely, legs still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm. but you weren’t done with him just yet, he chokes down his words when you continue to finger his prostate, overstimulating him and making him squeal out in both pain and pleasure. he comes again, very close to the first one, and the white substance spurts onto the window.

“messy baby, you’re making so much trouble for the cleaners. bend down and clean that.”

he knew very well that you had cleaners who wouldn’t even blink an eye when wiping cum off the window. but he obeys as he always has. his weak legs was going to give up on him anyways, so he bent down kneeling on all fours, ass in the air as he awkwardly licked the salty cum off the window. doesn’t mean the work was over for you though, because you join him, aligning your length with his hole as you push into him. he moans loud at the sudden intrusion, arms giving up on him as he slips down on the floor, perking his ass up further.

“did i tell you to stop? keep going.”

he whines, trying to support himself but failing, so you give him a helping hand, your hand gripping the back of his hair and you pull his head back until he’s craning his neck. you swipe a finger at the remaining cum, bringing it to his mouth, feeding it to him, making him swallow.

the whole process was so arousing, it only took a few more thrusts until he was coming again. this time though, the overstimulation was too much and soon enough he was sobbing and crying. you chuckle, he was such a baby, but maybe it was your fault for spoiling him so much. you gently embrace him, thrusting into him softly until you orgasmed as well.

you pull out and coo at him. his body trembling and spasming. you use a wet towel to wipe down the both of you, until he refused you movement by hugging you tightly. it takes a moment to get back to bed, especially with an oversized koala clinging to you. but the two of you flop down, and you take the moment to caress his face. he was sleepy, but registered your soft touches with a satisfied smile.

“want to go shopping tomorrow?”

he hums, shuffling closer to you until his face was in the crook of your neck.

“mm i just want to stay in.”

you snicker. and you have never felt so much warmth in your heart.

[eugenedebs1920]

I was going through my pictures from 2020, I’m a little embarrassed to say that there’s probably more memes, posts, articles, and pictures taken of whatever I was trying to make a point of on the tv, than there is actual pictures.

This is a Tweet (remember those!? I don’t know what they’re called now. Hates?) from Robert Reich ( no sh*t Eugene!? Get to the point!)on the morning of Election Day 2020. It’s the same plan then, as it is now.

Donald Trump has no respect for America, it’s institutions that have endured 248 years, our systems of government or democracy in general.

This will be Americas 60th presidential election. You know how many of those were accused by one side or the other of being “rigged”? Three!!! Before a single vote had been cast in 2016, the election was said to be “rigged”. The 2020 election there was accusations of fraud and a stolen election that were prominent. The other election that had claims of being “rigged” is this one, the 2024 election. What is the common variable in all three of these elections? 🤔

I can already see the comments now, ‘People said that Hilary won’, and ‘Democrats said the 2000 election was stolen’, and to an extent they’re not wrong, but they’re not right either (well they’re right wing but, you know). The Florida recount in 2000 was a bit interesting how that conclusion came, to be to say the least, but, Gore went on television and conceded (I would recommend looking up Gores 2000 concession speech on YouTube, THATS what class looks like. THATS what politics used to be before reality tv people became involved.). In an utter display of class he told the American people that the Supreme Court had ruled, and that it was time, for the sake of Americans good, to move forward. He went to the inauguration of George W Bush. The 2016 election, I think everyone was in shock that Hilary was defeated in the electoral college by a failed businessman and two bit reality tv personality. Hilary won the popular vote by over 3.5 million votes but that doesn’t count (no pun intended) for whatever reason. (I know the reason, but it’s too much to go in to at this moment) Yet Hilary conceded when the counting was finished, and had the grace to show up at the inauguration of Trump, which I sure was utterly painful.

We all know how the 2020 election went. Trump and his allies doing everything they could to stop the vote before all the ballots were counted. That’s not how it works. That’s like a sports team getting a lead in the game and saying, ‘we won! Games over!” It’s not how real life works. You “play” till the end.

Trump is going to do the same thing this time. Because Democrats work (😉) Trump will be up in many states throughout the day and early evening. As the night goes on, Kamala’s numbers will continue to rise until her eventual victory, which will take several days to count and officially be over.

I want to say this now, to liberals, Republicans and especially MAGA. THE ELECTION ISNT DONE UNTIL ALL THE VOTES HAVE BEEN COUNTED. THATS HOW IT WORKS, WE ALL HAVE A VOTE AND IT IS ENTITLED TO BE COUNTED. DESPITE WHAT YOU MAY HAVE HEARD, MIDNIGHT IS NOT WHEN ELECTION DAY IS OVER, IT IS OVER WHEN EVERY SINGLE VOTE HAS BEEN TALLIED AND IS COUNTED FOR ITS RESPECTIVE SIDE.

This is going to be an ongoing issue until, somewhere between the 7th and the 10th. This is perfectly normal. This has happened in almost every modern election. It’s Trump and his narcissism, Republicans grasping on to relevancy, and powers that wish to benefit themselves, not the nation that will be pushing the narrative that it’s “illegal” or the “election is being stolen behind closed doors”. In all actuality it’s professionals, doing their job, to ensure every Americans voice is heard.

Trump is going to lie and lie and lie some more. He will throw wild accusations out there, he already is, he will tout crazy conspiracy theories, he already is, he will whine and b*tch and complain, he already is. Don’t listen.

For 57 presidential elections, our system has been the envy of the world. The most accurate and fair system developed. It’s only 3 that have EVER has accusations of fraud, or being rigged or stolen. The common denominator in those 3 elections is Donald Trump.

Donald Trump is a traitor, a selfish human being, and a terrible person. He does not deserve to be anywhere near the White House. Let’s keep it that way and vote for a real leader, Kamala Harris.

[gilverrwrites]

Heyy I was wondering if you could do a friends to lovers with Gabriel if you do write for him (if not just ignore this haha) I don’t really have any specific requests other than the friends to lovers haha :)

Aware Of Your Stare

AN: I do, I do! Hope this is the kinda thing you had in mind 💛

Pairing: Gabriel/GN!Reader

Words: 2K

Content: Friends to lovers, grumpy/sunshine, kissing, petnames, (mild) arguing, but mainly fluff.

Please remember: Your feelings are valid.

You’re woken by the feel of something soft tickling the tip of your nose. You lean away and glare up through half-lidded eyes at the perpetrator. Gabriel, who is lounging beside you in nothing but his vest and boxers. Angels typically don't sleep, so they often find themselves trying to kill time. When there isn't an imminent threat or apocalypse on the horizon anyway.

Castiel patrols the bunker like a guard dog, watching its residents (mainly Dean) sleep. Michael lets Adam sleep to give him that sense of human normality. You weren’t really sure how that worked, but you assumed he found some kind of respite in it.

Gabe, however, despite being able to go anywhere and conjure anything with anyone, liked to set up shop for the night in your room, where he would binge-watch TV and get pastry crumbs all over your comforter.

“Quit it.” You mutter before shutting your eyes again and nuzzling back into your pillow.

“You quit is.” He responds, following your nose with his finger. “You’re too loud. Nick is trying to cheer up Jess after she broke up with her boyfriend at the holiday party, and you’re snoring right over it.”

“Ugh.” You reach up to bat his hand away, and he briefly retreats. With your eyes closed, you don’t realise he’s simply relocating his attack before it’s too late.

You kick and flail at him desperately, crying out for him to stop, but it’s no use, damn his archangel strength. You’re at his mercy until he lets you go. When he eventually subsides, you shove him away, and he plays along, rolling back to his side of the bed. “You’re the worst.”

“Nah, you love me really, sugar.” He replies, opening his arms wide and grinning at you.

You feign a glare before following his lead and crawling into his arms. With the snap of his fingers, he rewinds the TV, and you slowly fall back asleep under the gentle feel of him stroking your back.

“Hey, I don’t care what or who you do in the privacy of your own room, but could you keep it down? A man needs his sleep.”

You blink at Dean over your morning coffee. The caffeine must not have kicked in yet because there is no way he just said what he said. “What?”

“Don’t make me say it.” He shrugs at you, exasperated, as he pours his own coffee.

“Say what?” You push, irritated by the implication.

“You and Gabriel. You know….”

“No! I don’t know!” You stand from the breakfast table, too charged to sit still but too engaged to leave. “Nothing is going on between me and Gabriel. We’re just friends.”

The expression on Dean's face shows that he doesn’t believe a word out of your mouth. “The way you two look at each other. Nah, there’s nothing “friendly” about it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You rack your brain, trying to recall how you look at him and how he looks at you, but fail to find anything not ‘friendly’ about it. Sure, he was handsome, fun, and easy to be around, but that doesn’t mean anything. “How do we—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The sound of wings fluttering makes you jump. Gabriel now sits opposite your spot at the table, and you can’t help but look at him now to examine his honey-tinted hazel eyes; they were beautiful. But they weren’t looking at you differently than you’d expect. Shit, were you looking at him funny? Like you wanted him?

Your skin tingled with embarrassment, and you forced yourself to sit back down and look away from him.

“Friends?” Dean wiggles his brows at you as he swiftly exits. Dropping a spanner in your brain's inner workings and exiting stage left. Asshole.

“What was that about?” Gabriel asks as he leans over to take your coffee. He sips, scrunches his lips, and proceeds to add an unholy amount of sugar. Old habits die hard. When you spend too long contemplating he nudges at you. “Hey, what’s up, hon?”

Hon. You’d never batted an eyelid at that or any other pet name he’d given you since becoming friends. So why was it making you feel funny now?

“Nothing.” You assure him as you stand once again and begin heading to the door. “I gotta go, I’ve got… stuff to do.”

“You want some company?” He swings around on the bench, ready to follow.

“No! No, thank you.” You shake your head as you leave without another word.

You didn’t see him again for a while, having taken off to hunt a pack of werewolves a few states over. You couldn’t deny that Dean had shaken something inside you. The fact that your instinctive response was to protest so adamantly was your first clue. The distance had given you time to clear your head. Enjoying someone’s presence and appearance didn’t mean you had to pursue anything more. He is your friend, and that’s all you need. You weren’t going to mess with the balance.

That’s what you told yourself as you entered your room to find Gabe inside. He’d clearly been making use of the space while you were gone. The trashcan was overflowing with empty candy wrappers, the bed was unmade, and a puddle of something fruity smelling seeped out from under your bedside table. One would think he didn’t have the power to clean all that up in a second. You might have complained, had you not also noticed that your laundry basket was empty, and your desk had been organised precisely the way you liked it. Priorities.

“You’re back!” He smiled as he crossed the room and engulfed you in a hug. He smelled warm and inviting, like mocha and malted sugar. Had he always smelled so good? You wondered as you melted into him. So engulfed, you almost missed the subtle way he sniffed in your own scent. You couldn’t help but hope he liked it. You’re not sure how long you stayed like that before Gabriel broke the silence. “Come on, get ready. The circus is in town.”

“The circus? Really?” You groaned as he released you. “I’m tired, I just want to chill.”

“You can chill later. We'll have a good time, I promise.”

“Why do you even want to go?” You ask as you dump your travel bag on the floor and dramatically collapse onto your bed. Trying to emphasise your tiredness.

“Why don’t you?” Gabriel approaches, standing over you and looking down at you sternly.

“Ummm, the crowds,” you lift your arm into the air, lining your hand up with his face as you count the reasons with your fingers: “the loud noises, the clowns…”

“I’ve seen your dating history.” Gabe bats your hand down before pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You love clowns.”

Usually, you would have laughed. That was a classic comeback, but he would almost certainly take your laughter as a victory, so you force a straight face and push back any creeping notions that maybe he was jealous of your exes.

“How long have you been on earth?” You ask him, readying your next argument. He shrugs, and you can sense his amused interest in where you’re going with this. “You could go to any circus, anytime, anywhere. Who gives a shit about some two-bit, washed-up roadside circus?”

You wonder briefly if you might subconsciously be comparing yourself to the circus. He’s an angel, after all, an archangel. Of all the beings on earth, why does he choose to spend so much time with you? Again, you shut down the thought process before it gets away from you.

Gabriel is looking down at you, brows furrowed. Instead of answering your question, he crosses his arms and asks, “Jeez honey, what bit you in the ass?”

“A werewolf.” You reply deadpan.

“Seriously?” He tilts his head, and you notice how his eyes wander down your body. He can’t see your ass from his position, but you’re pretty sure he’s trying. The thought makes you feel flushed.

“No.” Playfully, you kick your leg at him until he gives way, allowing you space to stand and face him. “Okay, fine, but you’re paying.”

As you watch the trapeze artists flying across the tent, you admit to yourself that you were, in fact, having a good time. The acts were good, the clowns weren’t that scary, and the atmosphere was lively. Everything smelt like popcorn, and the stands weren’t as sticky as you’d feared.

You glance over at Gabriel, who is on his third cotton candy cone (you are totally not jealous of his metabolism). You could never confess to having a good time; he’d never let it go. Besides, if the smug side-eye he's giving you is any indication, he already knew.

“Want some?” He offers you the cotton candy, and you can’t stop from grinning as you lean over. Your fingers brush against his as you steady the cone to take a piece, and your cheeks start to warm up. 

The candy is sweet on your tongue, and you let your smile grow to show your approval. Gabe laughs in response. You begin to shift back to your seat, but you’re stopped by the feel of his warm hand on your lower back, tenderly holding you close to him as he quietly speaks. “You have got to stop looking at me like that.”

Your eyes widen, and you must look like a deer in the headlights because he’s laughing again. Laughing at you, is he teasing you.

“Looking at you like what?” Your voice is quiet, nothing like it had been when Dean accused you of the same thing. 

“Like…” He tilts his head back briefly, searching for the correct words. “Like you want me, in the biblical sense.”

If your eyes weren’t about to pop out before, they were now.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” He continues, now tilting his head forward until his face is almost pressed to yours. He’s been this close before, closer, in fact, so why was your breath hitching now? “Tell me to stop, and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

Maybe you should have slowed to think about it, although your answer likely would have been the same. You answer quickly, instinctively. “Don’t stop.”

Clowns and acrobats forgotten, you initiate the kiss before you talk yourself out of it. His lips are soft and sickeningly sweet, his stubble itches at your skin, but you immediately want more.

Sensing your neediness, Gabriel pulls your body closer and deepens the kiss. You’re about to open your mouth, to try for more access, but the sound of someone deliberately coughing distracts you both.

Your heads turn simultaneously to see a rather unimpressed mother glaring at you, and you both laugh in response.

“Wanna get out of here?” He quirks his head to the exit, and you nod. He holds your hand and follows close behind as you lead the way, down the stalls, outside the tent. As soon as you’re free from prying eyes he flies you back home. The perks of having an angel best friend, a boyfriend, a lover, a something who still has their wings. It only takes a second, but it still gives you a brief stint of motion sickness. When you’re steady on your feet again, you look over to Gabriel, suddenly feeling shy and unsure how to proceed.

He’s smiling at you, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It’s a smile entirely for your benefit. “If you’ve changed your mind, we don’t have to do anything.”

“No. No, I haven’t.” You assure him, reaching out and gently holding onto his upper arm as you step closer until you’re chest to chest. “I want this. I guess I just didn’t realise until... very recently.”

“Yeah.” The cheery glint in his eye returns. “I want you too.”

You initiate the kiss again, enjoying the now familiar sugariness of his mouth. This time he deepens the kiss without disruption, then your tongue brushes against his for the first time he lets out an involuntary moan that makes your brain go fuzzy. 

When you pull away to breathe, you watch his expression. Clearly aware of your stare, he darts his eyes over to the bed, then back at you, and gives his brows a suggestive wiggle. “Shall we?”

[minnielvrr]

No Escape~

Lee: Han Lers: Minho, Seungmin Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: my all time fav pic of Hannie🥰 i sincerely apologize for this in advance🥺😭might redo this completely later😖(sorry i'm really burnt out rn🥲)

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09

When Han had announced that he was going to check out the new fried chicken place a few streets over, both Minho and Seungmin had asked to join.

Now, sandwiched between the two, Han shifted in his seat, glancing nervously at them.

The restaurant was a quaint looking place, with chairs and little tables set up under the stars. And despite being fairly new, it was packed and bustling with people.

Han smiled. He liked places like this. It was spacious and comfortable and the quiet murmur of voices soothed his mind.

Their table on the other hand, had a duo who loved playing up their divorced couple act, having exchanged snarky remarks and jabs all the way to the shop. Then they’d gone eerily quiet.

He broke the silence with a tentative question, “So, um… what do you guys wanna get?”

Why had he thought this was a good idea? The two seemed to love toying with Han, annoying him with their near constant bickering.

But as much as he rolled his eyes and huffed at their antics, a part of him loved being showered with their attention, no matter how embarrassing it got.

This particular evening however, the two kept breaking character to exchange furtive looks, only to burst into giggles just moments later. Hannie figured they’d finally lost it, chuckling at the manic duo.

Eventually, the trio placed their orders, sitting around in silence for their food to arrive.

The thing is, it was BUSY. The whole place was packed. That meant that it would likely take longer for their food to arrive.

It also meant that Han would have to endure whatever this was, until then. “Nice night, huh?” Han attempted; his voice hopeful yet uncertain.

When neither responded, he slouched back in his chair, letting out a hollow laugh as his efforts fell flat.

Their little bubble burst when the quokka suddenly jerked up, swatting wildly at his back.

While Han was busy swatting at the new threat, Seungmin glanced at Minho, a slow smirk working its way onto his face when their eyes met. Time to set their plan in motion.

“Ugh! Stupid mosquitoes!” Hannie grumbled, twisting in his seat as he tried—and failed—to reach the itchy spots on his back. His skin throbbed with every missed scratch, only making it worse.

“Looks like someone needs a hand… should we help out?” Seungmin asked, already reaching his hand out.

Hannie’s struggles were cut short when two hands were placed on his back from either side. Minho and Seungmin’s fingers scratched the itchy areas to blissful perfection.

“Mmm thank you,” Han said gratefully, letting out a pleased sigh as he leaned forwards to let the two work their magic.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t notice the twin smirks that were exchanged between the two menaces. Apparently, their little rivalry had been nothing but a farce.

Hands grabbed onto Han’s wrists, pulling them so that they were crossed over his middle, each of his hands held in the firm grasp of Minho and Seungmin.

Their fingers that had been gently scratching at his back now curled into claws that raked over Hannie’s lower sides and ribs.

Poor Hannie didn’t get a second to brace himself before the tingly sensations overtook his senses.

What started as harsh exhales quickly turned into helpless giggles, and the longer they continued, the more Hannie crumbled.

He shoved at their hands, but it was two against one and his sensitivity certainly wasn’t doing him any favors.

Stifled giggles left his lips in strings as Hannie shifting around awkwardly in his seat to avoid the hands that seemed stuck to his body. His face was scrunched up in the most adorable fashion, a smile already budding on his pink lips.

“I can’t believe how ticklish you are~” Minho teased, as if wrecking Han wasn’t a daily routine for him at this point. The kitten’s lips quirked up at the side and eyes squinted in amusement when Hannie glared at him.

“StahaHAHAp actihhing suHUHUprised! You lihihiterally wreHEHE—wrecked mehehe yehesterday!!”

“Oh, you’re actually being pretty quiet hm…let’s see how long you can keep it up.” Seungmin’s curious if slightly evil words had Minho cackling in childish joy.

With embarrassment bubbling in his belly, Hannie bowed his head low, trying to gain some semblance of control in hiding his expression from the world.

“Come on, let’s see that pretty smile~” Minho taunted, his fingers diving into the ace’s sides with renewed vigor.

Han squealed, instinctively jerking away—right into Seungmin's waiting arms. The two menaces were enjoying this way too much!

“ Nohohohoho! PlehEHEase hyuhung! Seuhuhungmhin-ah nahahaha! Nohohot hehehere!! Ihihit’s ehembarrahassing!”

No matter which way he turned, there was no escape. Laughter bubbled uncontrollably from Hannie’s lips, his face flushing with a mix of shyness and helpless joy.

But as much as he enjoyed their teasing, one thing was certain���hereally needed to get them back for this!

“Keep your arms here,” Minho instructed, moving Hannie’s hands so that he was leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table. Seungmin moved their glasses of water far enough away in case their target decided to get too squirmy.

Han laced his fingers together tightly and gulped nervously. His eyes flitted over the nearby tables before squeezing shut, praying they wouldn’t hear him over the background noise.

This new position left a lot of vulnerable areas completely exposed to the two. “Nohohoho you’re gonna tihickle mee!!” He complained, bringing his arms down to protect his sides when Minho’s hands ghosted over his belly.

“We’re going to tickle you either way. But if you move your arms again, this is gonna get ten times worse.” The threat lingered in the air and the ace felt a chill run down his spine.

Once his hands were returned to their position, the duo sprang into action. Their fingers immediately targeted Hannie’s legs; squeezing, scribbling, and pinching at the sensitive skin.

“Fahahahack, oho mY GAhahad! Please noHOT thesHEHere!!” Han ducked his head again, wobbly lips pressed tightly together but there was no use.

Then, Minho decided to be mean, slipping his hand lower and digging his fingers into either side of Hannie’s thighs, just above his knee.

The ace couldn’t possibly muffle his sounds when his knees and thighs were getting attacked like this. “PleheHEHEASE!! Seuhuhungmin-ah nohohoh-AH Mihihnho hyuHUHUng SHI- ahahahahaha!!”

The kitten’s voice took on a teasing lilt as he leaned closer, “Don’t hide your face, I wanna see you~”

Placing a finger under Hannie’s chin he lifted the younger’s face. And the sight that met his eyes was beautiful.

Hannie’s heart shaped smile stretched across his lips, his eyes were slitted from how hard he was laughing and his hair was a mess from when he was desperately shaking his head to cope with the ticklish onslaught.

Not to mention the dark blush that coated his chubby cheeks, neck and ears. He looked so utterly ruffled like this.

“Gods Hannie… you look so pretty right now,” Minho breathed out in wonder, his hands momentarily pausing it’s attack and focusing every sense on his other half.

Seungmin just sighed and shook his head at the two. His hands still working diligently on reducing Hannie to a sweet, giggly puddle.

Minho quickly snapped out of his revere, hands picking up the pace and making Hannie screech from the suddenness of it all.

“Fahahahahack! I cahan’t, I chahahan’t plehease mehehercy!!” He begged through hysterics.

At one point, Seungmin had to pause his ministrations to pick up a glass that got knocked over when Han’s knee hit the table.

“Ihihi hahahahate youhu so muhuhuch! Youhuhu twoho suhuck!!” Hannie’s giggled out complaints had no bite to it, just a mountain of mortification.

Minho was dying laughing at the quokka, his fingers now wiggling at the ace’s bare waist under his clothes. “Does it tickle more when I do it like this Hannie?” He taunted, knowing damn well what the answer was.

As Han writhed in his seat, failing miserably to stifle his giggles, he noticed some concerned and confused stares from nearby tables and humiliation crept up his body. He wished they were somewhere—anywhere—else.

He whined softly between peals of laughter, a heated blush painting his face crimson. The poor boy tapped their hands, desperately hoping they’d stop.

“QuihiHIHit it!! PeHEHEople are loohoohooking ahat mehehEHE!” His voice dissolved into hiccupy giggles, arms trembling on the table as he giggled and squirmed.

Seungmin laughed at the pained expression on his face, sinking his fingers into the softness of Hannie’s belly and loving the way it made the ace jump in his seat.

Han was just way too cute when he was tickled. His reactions being both amusing and adorable.

“Nahahahahaha! Plehease! Ihihit’s sohoho bahad!!”

The way his sweet voice shook with mirth and a shy blush bled into his skin had the two menaces melting. The sight was far too enticing to resist.

However, the duo snatched their hands back as it they had been burned, flushing with embarrassment when a waiter hurried to check in on the noise. Seungmin apologized on Hannie’s behalf with a Cheshire grin on his face.

Minho's ears were bright red and Seungmin was giggling crazily and cute Hannie had his face in his hands, fake crying into them.

The flustered ace pulled the hood of his jacket low over his face to avoid looking at the waiter as he set their food.

The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment, simply setting down their food. Hannie’s face turned even redder as he mumbled a quiet (and giggly) 'Thank you,' wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

It was far too embarrassing at that point. But of course, just this wasn’t enough to sate the two demons besides him.

The rest of their meal passed in quietly, the trio eagerly digging into the food and finishing it in record time. The wobbled walk home was also uneventful… up until they got to the doorway that is.

Hearing the consipiratory whispers already starting, Han bolted the moment he stepped through the door, feet thudding noisily on the hardwood floors.

But a hand caught his shoulder, spinning him around and pinning him to the wall near his bedroom door.

“Going somewhere Sungie?” Seungmin's voice carried an evil lilt to it. Minho joined them with a scarf, swiftly twirling to a stop besides the pair.

Han giggled at his hyungs antics, one hand pawing at the front of Lino's sweater beseechingly. The older cocked a brow at him, challenging the quokka to try to talk his way out of this.

“Puppy, hold him down,” Minho instructed, flexing the plain black fabric he was holding. Seungmin dragged Hannie inside his room and pinned him down on his bed.

“You ready Sungie? Hyung has something extra special planned for you~”

Hannie whined as they tied his hands up and Minho couldn’t help but squeal internally at how cute Hannie looked. It made the ace giggle nervously, hands trembling in their restraints.

“Agh you’re. Just. SO. Cute!” Each word brought with it a squeeze to the ace’s sides, the kitten leaning down and nuzzling Hannie’s clothed tummy with his face.

Their words were gentle, but their touch was mean and Han was weak to their cruel methods.

“Ahahaha nOHOHoho thahat tihIHICkles!!” Poor Hannie felt like he was going crazy, being extra sensitive from their previous ministrations.

Seungmin's fingers followed the curve of Hannie's torso, scribbling over his ribs, down his waist until they rested over the quokka's hips.

Then Minho dived in, raking all 5 nails over the younger's soles, from the balls of his feet to his heels.

“SHIT!! NAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOT MYHYHY FEEHEEHEET!! HYUHUNG PLEASE!!!”

He was unimaginably sensitive like this, reacting to every touch with a loud squeal and more squirming. Pleas spilled freely from Hannie’s lips and the two cooed at him.

The older spent extra time on his arches, exploring every little sound he could wring out for Hannie as the younger's screamed and squealed and pleaded.

Then Seungmin's hands came to life at his hips, and that was the last straw for Hannie. Minho placed his hands on Hannie's thighs and squeezed.

“IHIHITS sohOHO baHAHAHD!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE ANYHYHYWHEHERE BUHUT THERE!” He begged through endless laughter.

They massaged the spot thoroughly while holding it down and Han howled with laughter at the suddenness of it all.

He sealed his lips, his face growing darker and darker red as he laughed loudly. His happy sounds echoed through their dorms.

Minho leaned down, shaking his fluffy hair over Hannie’s abs. The strands caught and dragged on the toned muscles. Hannie squealed—a high-pitched, breathless sound that had Minho grinning triumphantly.

He was almost in tears as the featherlight touches appeared to tickle him even worse than the usual rough tickles that Minho subjected him to.

Minho kept a firm grip on the younger’s hips, holding them down as he alternated between sweeping his hair over the younger’s belly and blowing raspberries at random and reveling in the way it brought out the squeakiest laughter he’d ever heard from the younger.

“nahahahAHAHA IHITS SOHO BAHAHAD!! HYUHUHUNG BEHEHE NIHIHICE!”

The change and unexpectedness of his techniques had Hannie in hysterics much faster than usual (and also because the two had wreaked havoc on the poor boy not too long ago).

Seungmin, unfortunately, didn’t have as much experience targeting Han as Lino did, his usual targets being Jeongin, Changbin or Hyunjin. But thinking about it made an idea surface in his mind.

He dragged his fingers up form where they’d been poking and scribbling at the ace’s slender waist, until it was resting over the sides of Hannie’s chest.

It was Changbin’s worst spot and the puppy knew from experience that it also had Channie squealing the loudest he’d ever managed to have the leader.

Offhandedly, he wondered if it was a bad spot for all buff people and this thought had him lifting his head up to stare at Minho.

He’d been getting pretty bulky as of late… which made Seungmin wonder if it’d also work on the kitten. He decided to file that though away for later, his focus returning to his current victim.

Now that the idea had occurred to him, he wouldn’t be able to rest until he’d tested his hypothesis.

The lee tensed, tilting his head up to watch as Seungmin’s expression went from curious to an almost smug smirk.

The quokka didn’t get any warning before the puppy, pressed two fingers into the spot on either side.

“AHH FUCK! SeuhuhuHUHUngmihin!! ahahaHAHA! nohot there, PLEHEHEASE!!”

Han shrieked, arching his back desperately, only to come crashing back down when it pushed his exposed tummy right into Minho’s eager lips.

He then tried twisting side to side, his body writhing where it lay on the soft mattress but he couldn’t escape the sensation.

‘I knew that’d work!’ Seungmin muttered smugly, grinning in satisfaction. Perhaps his theory would be proven right. Perhaps all buff people had a common Achilles heel.

He would certainly have a lot of fun toying with that idea later.

“NahaHAHAha whyhy mehehe?!” Hannie whined through his giggles. “Because,” Minho started, pinching Han’s full cheeks, "you’re so cute when you’re like this~ You have this extra special tickle laugh and unfortunately for you, I’m addicted to it”

It was relieving for Minho to see his baby smile and laugh again. It had hurt him and the others too when Hannie had been feeling down. There was a time when he’d barely smiled and it honestly scared Minho.

He was left wondering if Hannie would ever smile as brightly as he had before. But now, looking closely at the way the ace’s cheeks stained red, his beautiful heart shaped smile spread so wide across his face, he felt that tight ache in his chest unravel.

Their Hannie was back and even happier than before. And both Minho and Seungmin were determined to keep him that way.

So, with a smirk, Seungmin began scratching at Hannie’s collarbones with his nails, Minho simultaneously raking his nails over Hannie’s lower belly and loving the way the poor boy let out an ear-splitting scream and dissolved into bubbly laughter.

The ace was kicking his legs as if he was swimming, his heels digging into the mattress as his body shook with desperate cackles.

“Getting some practice in for the Olympics huh Sungie?” Seungmin mocked, snickering when Han tried to glare at him. Minho burst out laughing, Hannie blushing at their mean teasing.

He didn’t have any time to think of something smart when the kitten massaged his thumb into Hannie’s v-line.

“MIHIHINHO HYUHUNG!” His whole body twisted to the side and Seungmin grinned.

“Oh, did you want me to get you here? Is that why you’re so desperately presenting it to me?” He teased cruelly, giggling when Hannie shook his head frantically, too consumed by his laughs to think of a reply.

“Shuhuhut uhup!! Fuck Minnie pleheheheheHEHEASE!! Ihi cahahahn’t! Ihihit’s SOHOHO BAHAHAHD!!”

Han pulled his knees up, hitting Minho's back with his legs over and over again. "Ow! That hurts Han-ah!" The kitten complained, grabbing firmly onto Hannie's feet when his legs came back up again.

"So impatient, aren't you? If you wanted my attention here that badly you could've just said so! No need for the violence." Hannie was speechless at their sheer audacity.

The way they spun it around and made it seem as if Hannie was the one desperately begging to be wrecked when in reality they had just wanted to mess with him.

But all thoughts of retaliation were driven from his mind the moment those nimble fingers touched his bare sole.

It was as though electric shocks were running through his legs, his body jolted and shook as Hannie's laughter cut out in seconds and then came back, much much louder than before.

The sound was deafening, howls and screeches mixing in with his cackles.

By the time they stopped and released the blushing boy, Hannie was panting hard, one arm thrown over his face as he gasped for breath. His body still jolted whenever Seungmin or Minho’s hands even came close.

The puppy held the black scarf in his hand, going silent when he realized how stretched it was. It was now about twice the size it had been when they’d tied Jisung with it.

“Wow Sungie, you really did a number on this one huh?” Hannie’s face flushed when he saw the fabric, stuttering as he tried to protest.

“Yah! You can’t blame me for this! It’s Lino’s fault! I—” Two pokes to his side shut him up quick.

“Is that how I told you to address me?” Minho’s voice was playfully sharp, and Hannie sighed in defeat. “Sorry hyungie.”

“Ooh I can’t wait to tell Bokkie how you ruined his favorite scarf! He’ll be SO mad!! Maybe…maybe he might need to punish you for it~”

Minho was already plotting to tell Felix, and perhaps he could persuade the angel to wreck Hannie as punishment.

Seungmin grinned at the thought. He’d love to explore more of Hannie’s vulnerable spots!

But before they could get carried away, Hannie, who had been plotting his revenge all along, intervened. “You two,” he panted, still red-faced and teary-eyed. “Get ready for payback.”

The determined glint in his eyes made both Minho and Seungmin hesitate. They knew that look—it was only a matter of time before the ace hunted them down and made them regret every poke and prod. And boy, was he going to enjoy it.

He managed to catch the puppy first, dragging him down and looming over him as Minnie kicked and squirmed. “What’s the matter pup? Can’t take what you dish out?”

Minho hurried to find a hiding place when he heard Seungmin howl with laughter behind him. These happy sounds went on for the better part of the next hour…

[razzellyn]

Not what i planned to actually post but here it is

Scenario:

Human!Reader offered to give the bots a proper car wash! Or... Plane and ship, and truck wash or whatever.

Also, slight romance <3

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He was stunned for a few seconds, processing your offer like it's a mathematical question. After a bit of pondering, he agrees. Not without a slightly flustered face.

Blue Cop:

The entire wash he was avoiding looking at you, either by looking away or closing his eyes entirely. He made the mistake of sparing a glance and the sight of your clothes showing even just a bit of your skin...

*revs engine*

"Huh? What was that?"

"N-nothing!"

After you were done, he took a few seconds to appreciate how clean his frame actually became. And then he excused himself and ran off somewhere...

Mega Trucker:

Unlike Blue Cop, he immediately said yes. Man, he didn't even think about it. You're so used to seeing him act all tough and brave that it's hard to determine if he's embarrassed or not about your offer.

He still acted all "tough and brave" during washing hour, except he's much more jumpy than usual. Whenever you tried to scrub the top of his Truck mode he becomes frantic. Not just the top actually, literally everywhere. His windshield? Frantically observes nature. His tires? Frantically keeps himself together... or something like that.

"Can you stop moving around? I can't clean your hood like this!"

"Psh, of course you can! I'm just moving around, nothing else yeah-"

Oh he's definitely flustered. But he's also digging this. Would probably ask you to do it again if he was allowed. Was, because Blue Cop didn't want to bother you so often.

Mega Ambuler:

He didn't think much about it at first. After all, the kids had already done this before, it can't be any different when it comes to you.

Until the time comes for you to actually wash the ambulance when he realizes how this could affect him. Sure, he's reserved and cool-headed, but he's not dumb to not know why everyone else was looking forward to this. For some reason he can't bring himself to look away.

"Is this... truly necessary?"

"Obviously, have you seen yourself?"

Great, that's one of the many ways to escape that had failed. He doesn't mind it really, just not in front of everyone please. He would still like to keep his dignity.

Phoenix Fire:

He's a bit too ecstatic when you offered, beaming with a nonexistent smile as he nods his head. Though you could see a faint... 'blush'? In his.. Eye thingy. Basically (〃• •〃)

Surprisingly he's very still. Probably because he's eyeing you the whole time. Not because he's a perv! No!! He's just so curious on what you're doing. But one thing leads to another and now he's too flustered to look at you again because your wet clothes pressed a little too tight to your body.

"Uhm... Is that really the only clothes you could wear?"

"Well it's all i got."

"Oh, a-alright then!"

Basically a golden retriever if you think about it. When you were done, he thanked you for your work. It's barely 'work' and more 'responsibility' but you learned to just let it slide.

Shadow X:

He was petrified when you asked. He stared at you, wide-eyed and kept asking you if you're sure about it. Eventually he agreed (while being smug), so long as the others doesn't see this happening.

So, you two are off... somewhere, with you cleaning a VTOL and said VTOL kept talking its nonexistent mouth off. It annoyed you, obviously, but it's really just his way to not get distracted by you.

*Nonstop yapping*

"By God, do you ever just quiet down for a second?"

"Well sorry for wanting to have a conversation."

He was salty after that. Didn't stop him from yapping though. You never actually noticed, but whenever you were close to him from his point of view, he always looked up to the sky, avoiding looking at you entirely. Also, his rotors moved every now and then and you're not sure why.

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Could you tell this was rushed?

Could you also tell i had trouble writing Mega Trucker?

[stariez-artz]

I can’t be the only one that thinks Monkey Wrench had a few missed tickle scene opportunities, right?

like some examples

Episode 1: Ghost Egg

Lee: Shrike

Timestamp: 15:56

That one bit where Shrike was playing a video game and Nobert kept poking his sides and belly, and Shrike flinched each time. Until eventually getting fed up with it, like any ticklish person would.

Video example:

Episode 2: Lythop Liberation

Scene 1:

Lee: Shrike (and potentially Beebs)

Timestamp: 2:11

The part where Shrike starts messing around with plant an and Beebs tells him to stop because he’s gonna hurt it. To which Shrike shrugs it off by say that it’s just a dumb plant and won’t feel anything, Beebs, then towers over him and they share glares, then Beebs has petals on his face which make Shrike lose his glare and start laughing.

GIF example:

Scene 2:

Lee: Shrike

Timestamp: 6:00

Beene and Shrike get abducted and tied up by endangered creatures called Lythops, Shrike, having been tied up a lot in past and future episodes, says that if this continues he might start to enjoy it. Then a high pitched voice, belonging to a crystal Lythop, tells its brothers that due to thinking Beebs and Shrike are a part of the “Striking Sun” operation, they must be an example of (what I assume) happens to people in said operation, however the Lythop doesn’t get to finish due to hearing Shrike trying to hold back laughter. When asked why he’s doing so, Shrike apologetically says that it’s because they’re lindo (cute in Spanish)

GIF example:

(sadly I couldn’t find a GIF of the scene itself but I found one that was a couple seconds after it)

Episode 3: Us & Them (animated outtakes)

Scene 1:

Lee: Shrike (???)

Timestamp: 2:44

Basically, the Agari sort of wraps itself around Shrike (???) and uhhh.. yeah😥

Picture example:

Scene 2:

Lee: Shrike

Timestamp: 4:12

Shrike and Scratch are playing tug of war with a fanny pack filled with Terran trinkets that Scratch has, and Shrike, being a fan of “Terran cartoons” gets tries taking it and, albeit fails.

However in the outtake, Shrike laughs a little bit and THEN proceeds the tug of Fanny game (I’m never calling it that again…)

Picture example:

Episode 4: Plague Walker

Scene 1:

Lee: Agent K

Timestamp: 23:50

Agent K tells a hostage Shrike about how Kara has been very popular online due to someone as unstoppable as her being defeated by tape, to which he laughs at and mocks Kara about how embarrassing that is, to which she glares at him.

Picture example:

Scene 2:

Lee: Agent K

Timestamp: 24:10

Disco Head shows Shrike a few creative memes people have made, taunting Kara’s embarrassing defeat, as Agent K then tosses his phone, saying that only he can tease her, to which Disco Head whines about Agent K being “no fun allowed” as the Agent slides offscreen with an impish :3 face

GIF examples:

lastly

Knock Knock: Kara plushie merch video

Lee: Agent K

Timestamp: I couldn’t find the video ITSELF but it’s near the end

Agent K lists off many remarkable qualities of the Kara plushie then stops when noticing a.. certain addition to the plushie’s design (boobs), which makes him uncomfortable and instead turn the attention to the ears on the plushie, thus leading him to begin gushing over it and inevitably start baby talking and petting Kara, saying things such as

“Who’s a good murder kitten? Hehehe! You are! You are! Yehehes, you are!” Before Kara swipes her claws at him, which gets cut off by a “We’ll be right back” screen.

Picture examples:

Alright that’s all, thank you greatly for you time

*runs off stage and trips before running away again*

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

"Floral Affections" - Part 3

GN!Reader x Plant Monster

CW: nothing, it's just fluff <3.

Part 1 | Previous Part

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Snip after snip, your shears never failed as you finished trimming one of the rose bushes. The dead flowers and leaves you’d gathered crinkled together in their bucket as you carried it around, doing one last check around the garden.

After picking up a few stray twigs and ensuring you hadn’t missed anything else, you called it a day. Feelings of both relief and dread filled you. It was time to place the gift for Lord Sorrel somewhere, but you had yet to pick a spot. You needed to be certain that he’d see it, after all!

You had spent a great amount of time fretting over what plant to pick yesterday, your overthinking stretching well into the evening. It wasn’t until you were cutting fresh herbs for dinner that you finally realized the answer had been right under your nose all along.

Fennel – a flowering herb with many umbels of lively, yellow flowers. Its fine, and numerous leaves tickled anytime your skin brushed against them.

Looking back on it, you thought it ridiculous how you hadn’t chosen it sooner when the damn plant easily reached above your hip. It certainly wasn’t hiding from you!

But with your embarrassment at the needless worry aside, it was perfect. It would clearly speak of your flattery at the lord’s open interest in your person. You only hoped the clay pot you’d placed it in would be good enough, as you didn’t have anything quite as fancy as he did.

The pot was simple and bare, save for a golden ribbon you had tied around it. Normally, you would’ve cut the flowers and presented them in a bouquet, but your intuition whispered otherwise. And with your initials written on the pot’s inner side, there would be no doubt in Lord Sorrel’s mind of what you were doing.

But now, back in the present, your nerves were rising. Trying to keep your cool, you began gathering your tools, trying to distract yourself with the satisfaction of the day’s completed work.

Unluckily for you, this reprieve didn’t last long as a familiar, soft voice approached you.

“Hello, dear,” the lord greeted, his sweet smile making your heart roar like sudden thunder. “Done for the day already? I feel like we never have a chance to enjoy conversing.”

“H-Hello, my lord,” you replied, a little flustered at his sudden appearance. “Work certainly keeps us busy, doesn’t it?”

He gave a soft sigh. “That it does. But who can handle working all the time? I believe that a break is in order.” He eyed you a bit, speaking softer. “So perhaps… you’d be interested in joining me for breakfast tomorrow?”

You were surprised by the offer but even more so when the plantman took a step closer and muttered, “You do such splendid work around here. I feel as though I do not show my appreciation nearly enough.”

“O-Oh! Well, uh–” you stumbled over your words, unable to look away as his tall stature loomed over you. Sunlight beamed behind him, casting his face in a delicate shade, but shined through the petals surrounding his head, creating a mesmerizing halo-like effect.

“I-I– I would love to!” you eventually got out. The smile he gave in return almost knocked you out right then and there.

“Excellent~.” Lord Sorrel finally moved back, giving you some breathing room. “In that case, I shall see you tomorrow, my dear. Have a splendid rest of your day.”

“L-Likewise! Until tomorrow, my lord!”

With the plan made and the conversation over, the lord retreated into the gardens, giving you the perfect opportunity to scurry away. You quickly made your way to the shed, putting all the tools away and taking a moment to calm down.

You had not been expecting that in the slightest, but perhaps it was a good sign? Whatever it may be, you grabbed the fennel plant you had hidden here earlier this morning. It was time.

Carefully navigating through the many plants and flowering bushes, you snuck to the mansion’s back door. It was the perfect spot to place your gift. Lord Sorrel would no doubt pass through here later once he was back from the garden.

You gently set the pot down and then hightailed it back home, giddy and nervous about what the next day would bring. And it was no surprise at all that, in your excitement, you missed something vital.

Your sneaking hadn’t been as good as you had thought, though it wasn’t really a fault of your own.

Lord Sorrel watched your retreating form until you left his sight, his own heart beating like a drum as he approached the door. He just couldn’t help himself. The smell of fennel had been so strong on you that his patience withered in seconds. He was thrilled.

With careful claws, he picked up the plant and thumbed the soft bow, enjoying the texture before his hand went higher, gliding through the leaves and stems. Once the flowers reached his face, he took a deep breath, the scent bringing a bashful, happy smile to his lips.

The lord’s excitement was beyond words; you had understood his message! Ideas were already spinning in his head at the implications; some… a bit too much for him to handle. Images of you flashed across his mind… stunningly on display... laid bare across a blanket of grass and moss…

He shook his head, banishing the enticing thoughts. However, the petals of his head refused to stop their gleeful fluttering, moving in sharp fanning motions.

Still, he had to focus. He wasn’t completely sure yet if you reciprocated his feelings. Flattery didn’t equal interest, after all.

As he slowly walked inside his home, he wondered what to give you next. “Tomorrow will be the perfect opportunity… Should I…?”

An idea struck him suddenly, drawing a gasp from his lips. “Yes…” he whispered, almost breathless. His petals curled with thrill and nerves. “That one should do nicely…”

[artistredfox]

any thoughts about shifter stan and feral ford? is stan picking up any weird habits from ford while he's relearning how to be human? are they being weird feral creatures together? does stan being a shapeshifter affect how he interacts with ford if ford starts having a freakout? how much mutual purring is there

Thoughts are constant and persistant. Everytime I write Ford he is Always feral Ford: I love giving the old man animal attributes.

Oh, so many. In Behind Those Eyes, remember how Ford bumped his head against Stan's? He did that on purpose :). Old men bunting heads because they feel weird about hugging because of Old-Timey Values. Eventually they start hugging again but it takes a bit. Until that time there is so much cat-adjacent affection. Head butts, Just Happening to sit next to eachother, snuggling, purring.

Also. I haven't written anything specifically about it but this feels like a good time to mention that Ford and Stan co-sleep while Stan is still learning himself again. Ford tries to get him to sleep in his own bed and then wakes upan hour later to Stan sneaking into his room and under his blankets. He takes him back to his own bed the first time but gives in very quickly because Stan gives him the Big Sad Eyes. They don't cosleep as often after Stan is himself again(they're embarrassed! These old men feel awkward about showing affection!) But they still do it occasionally. They do it fairly often once they're on the Stan-o-war. Stan makes for a very warm weighted blanket.

They are very much weird feral creatures together. Stan does get his memories back- along with the knowledge of his spawner's teachings of how to Be Human Convincingly- so he's pretty close to canon Stan, personality wise. But now he's on a boat with Ford. On the ocean. Away from human civilization for long periods of time. Stan gets really comfortable with his shifting, and his more instinctive reactions.

Also he ends up sleeping in his undershape a lot. He didn't realize until he slept in it the first time(first time without the barrier around, I mean), but sleeping shifted leaves him kinda uncomfortable, and sometimes he wakes feeling claustrophobic.

Ford and Stan both end up kinda. Uncanny to normal folks. Anyone from Gravity Falls, or similarly anomalous places, don't tend to notice. People from normal places are usually a bit uncomfortable around them, for reasons they couldn't explain if asked.

As a shifter, its very easy for Stan to pick up new languages and nonverbal cues(especially the cues given by his brother, the one who taught him almost everything). So if we're talking about a Feral Freakout caused by overstimulation, Stan starts to pick up on it before the freakout even happens. He'd shuffle Ford off to the nearest dark, quiet place so Ford can calm down a bit before they get back on track. But, maybe he can't head it off. Maybe its caused by a loud sound, or it happened because of a nightmare, or maybe there's no dark quiet space in easy reach.

In that case, he has to play it by ear.

Sometimes Ford calms down if Stan seems cool and collected, as though there's nothing to worry about. Sometimes that makes it worse Sometimes Ford needs a hug. Sometimes he needs to check Stan over. Sometimes Stan has to lead him back to the boat, or their hotel room. Sometimes Ford feels better if Stan turns into his kid shape, and Ford can bundle him up and hide him away. Sometimes he feels better if Stan turns into a big heavy creature and squishes him to the ground.

In other words, its mostly the same as regular feral Ford :) Unless.. it happens when Stan's having a memory lapse....

If Stan gets a complete factory reset he goes back to direct copying and vocal mimicry. When this fails to calm Ford down, he'd get more distressed and kinda. Fawning? If you know the videos of young wolves throwing themselves at their parents, licking and nuzzling and trying agressively to get affection back, its kinda like that. It's trying so hard to be good :( why is its Other upset?? It's doing its best :(( what did it do wrong??? And then Ford scoops up the Poor Helpless Baby Stan and they go hide in an alleyway until one of them remembers how being human works.

If Stan's one of his other past shifts, he still instinctively mimics Ford. This guy is a bit strange and animal and unfamiliar(but also a little familiar) but he's Angry! He's Scared! Something is Clearly Wrong!! Now you have two agressive beasties trying to figure out what's going on.

Oh so much. So much mutual purring. The purring boys, over here. Also you know how sometimes fics have Ford trilling and clicking and stuff instead of speaking english? Stan learns that language quickly. Perfect for scheming >:)

[putschki1969]

🇹🇭KEIKO Bangkok Pilgrimage🇹🇭

Imagine my surprise when I saw that the latest Niku&Choco fan club magazine contained a two-page feature of Keiko's private trip to Bangkok earlier this year. I had originally planned to spend a few relaxing days in Thailand with the one or the other more eventful activity but seeing all the things that Keiko had done, I naturally felt inspired to do the same stuff. First I needed to find out what exactly she had done, where she had gone and what she had eaten. I put on my Putschki Holmes hat and started researching right away. After some initial difficulties I was able to figure out almost everything. My friends helped provide some additional info and were of course kind enough to play tourist guide for me in some of the more confusing locations.

From what I can tell, Keiko must have stayed either around the Siam area or a little further out around the Sukhumvit line. Her activities were mostly limited to Siam Paragon (a big mall at Siam station) and Central Embassy (another big mall at Phloen Chit station). She also visited the Talad Noi district near Bangkok's famous Chinatown. Without further ado, let's get to it〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

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Talad Noi

This area is famous for its gorgeous street-art. Keiko took lots of pictures in front of some of the more extravagant pieces. I tried posing in a similar manner but oh boy, I totally failed. It's almost embarrassing how horribly stiff I look in most of these...And you know what?! I ordered these exact pants earlier this month but unfortunately, they didn't arrive in time for my trip 😔How cool would it have been to take these pictures wearing the same pants as Keiko! *sobs* A huge thank you to my friends who joined me on this little adventure in Talad Noi. I never would have found these specific murals without their help. Also, kudos to us for taking approximately five million pictures in the sweltering heat. It was so hot and humid that day💦

Siam Paragon & Siam Center

Had a great time at Siam Paragon. The food court was amazing. A shame that I couldn't try everything in a single day. I decided to try the frozen yogurt from Yolé and a shabu-shabu set at Hitori Shabu. Wanted to try McDonald's too because I was curious about some of the Thailand-limited items but there was just not enough time for all that extra food. I only took a picture in front of the Fire Tiger place at Siam Center (not much of a smoothie person to be honest).

Central Embassy

Lots of yummy food to choose from at Central Embassy. Keiko did nothing but eat there it seems. I was only there for half a day so I honestly had a hard time deciding on what to try. Eventually I ended up going to the shaved-ice place "The Dessert by Kaithong Original" because I was craving something cold. I cheated a little bit with "Somboon Seafood" because I only went there to take some pictures with my acrylic Cakey but I didn't actually eat anything at the restaurant until a few days later. Went to another more popular branch with some friends and we ordered the famous crab curry. I also only took a few pictures outside of "Din Tai Fung", it's a shame though because I would have enjoyed some dim sum but honestly, that shaved ice thingy almost killed me

Airport

Last but not least, a final picture at the airport before it's time to fly back home.

[mdddante]

anyways with comms out of the way uhh im getting back into my limbus company owb au 💥💥💥💥

re-meet Dante, the White Savior, leader of the 3rd L Corp. "Liberator Saints"

somehow weaseled their way into rebuilding lobotomy corporation, attempts to upkeep more efficient energy production than the old l corp did with their new epic prosthetic worker family and their funny restoration repairs, as well as going under the radar to pull poor people from the backstreets into their EPIC prosthetic cult family

someday hopes to gain enough people to Overthrow the Government ^TM although we all know dante could never fucking do that

though while their first and second goals are to build their family of prostheses and someday overthrow the leaders of the city, dante also has a third very very funny goal:

to bring about the White Nights and Dark Days. A-fucking-gain.

thats right folks dante is a little history fucking fanboy after don quixote told them all about color fixers and the history of the city

dante has a VILE fucking hatred for humans and all things humanity so what should he do to cope with his rage and hatred? thats right he should totally bring about 3 days of positivity and light then shut it the fuck down to cause 4 days of absolute despair for all with a mind across the city and recreate the big hashtag pianist incident to wreak havoc on the city and its foul, filthy humans within it

dante of course will fail somewhere along the way because while this is basically building up to a mary sue plotline where the world shifts around one guy to get what he wants this is still a project moon mirror world and because its project moon nobody gets what they fucking want

dante will enjoy his funny cult until eventually his ulterior motives are found out by the head and by extension the rest of the city and hes fucking stomped on with spit on his grave and creating a wave of hatred for prostheses that not even the one who grips herself could create

keep in mind that half of the time during this embarrassing fucking rant i have had absolutely no idea what im talking about nor how the government in project moon works i am just looking for some way to have dante get to be cool without him embarrassing himself. i need reason in everything

tldr; dante is a little bitchboy that worships prostheses, hates humanity, somehow by some fucking plot miracle got the government to trust him with a whole ass wing, and would kiss roland and/or angela on the lips if given the chance

also his main literature inspirations are alice in wonderland and paradise lost, his more non literature inspirations are bill cipher and kromer and also the "the devil shivers when the nice guy snaps" fanfiction/au trope

take this information how you will, i dont take blunt criticism, i just wanna make dante a narcissistic god complex bitch

toodles

[mariacallous]

I’ve spent the past several days telling incredulous reporters that Israel’s bombing campaign against Iran, even with help from the United States, looked anemic—and that it would, at best, set Iran’s nuclear program back by several months, maybe a year if we were lucky.

Now CNN, the New York Times, Reuters, and even a sweating Fox News are reporting on the conclusions of a five-page classified assessment of the strikes that was prepared by the United States’ Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA). It turns out that I may have been overestimating the effectiveness of the bombing campaign. That report indicated that the strike has set Iran’s nuclear program back by one to two months on the low end and less than a year on the high end.  (The CIA estimate that it would take Iran “years” to rebuild the facilities that were destroyed is beside the point, since no one thinks Iran will do that.)

The DIA assessment relies on both satellite imagery and signals intelligence. People such as myself, working with open-source information, can’t eavesdrop on Iranian phone calls, but I can look at satellite imagery. And I see the same thing.

When Israel started its bombing campaign against Iran, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu went out of his way to highlight material, saying that “Iran has produced enough highly enriched uranium for nine atom bombs—nine.” This material is the MacGuffin in our tale of woe. Iran would have to further enrich this material to weapons grade, but it could have done so quickly, in a matter of about three weeks, at the Fordow Fuel Enrichment Plant.

Where is that material now? According to the U.S. intelligence assessment, Iran moved it early on in the conflict, likely to a secret location. That, by the way, is precisely what the Iranians told Rafael Grossi, the director-general of the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA). U.S. officials, no doubt embarrassed by the fact that they had no idea where the material went, tried a number of ridiculous explanations. Vice President J.D. Vance claimed that it was buried. Secretary of State Marco Rubio claimed that trucks couldn’t move in Iran without being almost immediately targeted by Israel, even though there are numerous satellite images showing trucks arriving at the facilities, followed by images of more trucks covering the entrances with dirt. We now know that the DIA thinks the material is on the lam.

If Iran dashes to a bomb, it will have to further enrich this material and eventually convert it from its current form—gas—into metal hemispheres that can be assembled in a bomb. These steps are called conversion and casting. Vance and others have sought to downplay the dangers of the missing material by claiming that Israel and the United States had completely eliminated Iran’s ability to enrich uranium and fabricate uranium metal.

Even before the latest DIA assessment, it was clear that this was false and that Iran retained a significant ability to reconstitute its uranium enrichment program.

Shortly before the bombing campaign began, there was a contentious meeting of the IAEA board of governors on June 12, from which several important items of information emerged. This meeting has largely been forgotten in the rush of events that followed the bombing campaign, which we now know had been long planned and was on hold until the expiration of the 60-day window that U.S. President Donald Trump claimed he gave to Iran.

During that meeting, Grossi indicated that the IAEA had “lost continuity of knowledge in relation to the production and current inventory of centrifuges, rotors and bellows … which it will not be possible to restore.” What that means, practically, is that the IAEA no longer knows how many centrifuges Iran has stockpiled or where they are all stored. Iran could use any centrifuges in storage to replace centrifuges that have been destroyed or to set up new centrifuge facilities.

In addition to whatever centrifuges Iran already has, it also can make more. In recent years, Iran has constructed a giant underground facility near Natanz, under the picturesquely named Pickaxe Mountain (Kuh-e Kolang Gaz La). After Israel conducted a 2021 attack that sabotaged a nearby workshop that made centrifuges, Iran moved the production equipment here. Israel and the United States didn’t strike this underground workshop at Pickaxe Mountain, but Israel did strike the empty buildings elsewhere that used to house the equipment. Perhaps they used a time machine.

Where would Iran install these centrifuges? The assessment reportedly states that Iran “maintains secret nuclear facilities that were not targeted in the strike and remain operational.” One of those sites, according to Jennifer Griffin at Fox News—a really good reporter who asks tough questions—is the so-called third site for enrichment.

Yes, there is a third site for enrichment beside Fordow and Natanz, which the U.S. hit. After the IAEA board of governors found Iran in violation of its obligations under its safeguards agreement, Iran announced that it had completed construction of a new centrifuge facility in a “secure location” and was ready to begin installing centrifuges there. Iran invited the IAEA to inspect the facility, but then the bombing happened.

The location of this centrifuge facility is not publicly known, although Grossi has said that it is near Esfahan. Neither Israel nor the United States attempted to attack this facility, as best I can tell. Iran could start installing centrifuges there any day now.

Iran has, historically, been able to install one to two cascades of centrifuges a week. (A cascade is set of centrifuges, usually about 170.) The country could install a Fordow-sized replacement facility in less than three months. The first bomb’s worth of material would be available two to three days after that.

There may be other potential enrichment sites. In 2010, when Iran revealed the Fordow enrichment plant, it also claimed that it planned to construct 10 such sites. While U.S. officials at the time thought that was bluster, a few months later, Iran indicated that it planned to start construction on two more facilities buried deep underground in the following year. It seems likely that Iran’s new facility was constructed in this time period but not brought into operation until now.

Surprisingly, one of Iran’s options is to reinstall the centrifuges at Fordow. The Defense Intelligence Agency report concludes that while the strike damaged the electrical system and collapsed the entrance tunnels, the underground enrichment hall remains intact. This helps explain why all these other underground facilities weren’t attacked. They are even deeper than Fordow. I guess the United States is going to need a bigger MOP.

It’s not clear where Iran would turn this material into a bomb. While the aboveground buildings at the uranium conversion facility have been destroyed, the tunnels nearby appear to be untouched. Iran also has a large underground facility outside Tehran, called the Shahid Boroujerdi project, which is next to the military site called Parchin. This tunnel complex was originally constructed to convert uranium hexafluoride into metal and cast the metal hemispheres for nuclear weapons. Iran never brought that facility into operation, although that may change now. While Israel struck other parts of the Parchin military site, the Shahid Boroujerdi tunnel—like the other underground facilities—remains untouched.

All told, Iran likely retains the 900 pounds of highly enriched uranium that the IAEA said Iran had produced, as well as an extensive network of underground facilities to produce centrifuges, enrich the material further, and assemble it into a small stockpile of nuclear weapons if that’s what it chooses to do. It’s no surprise that the DIA thinks the program hasn’t been set back all that much.

One to two months! Even if the program was delayed two to three years, as some Israelis claim, the much-maligned 2015 Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action (JCPOA) delayed Iran’s program by many times that. Opponents of the diplomatic solution complained that many of its provisions sunsetted after 10 or 15 years. (And even this claim was misleading, because many other important provisions were intended to last forever.)

Yet these same people who complained that 10 or 15 years wasn’t long enough for a deal are now forming up to cheer a measly few months of delay by bombing—a delay, mind you, for which they have absolutely no plan what to do with, other than to do it all again when Netanyahu’s poll numbers start to slip. I don’t blame them—they’ve never wanted a diplomatic solution, just regime change—but I don’t understand how they get away with it. We hold treaties to impossibly exacting standards, as though any agreement made by humans can be perfect, but then we grade military operations on a curve.

While a lot of experts focused on the limits in the JCPOA—how many centrifuges, what type, and how much enriched uranium Iran could have—I consistently argued that its real value was how much it enhanced our ability to detect covert facilities. This included cradle-to-grave safeguards starting from the moment that the uranium was mined, monitoring of the machines used to make centrifuges, measures that limited where Iran could enrich uranium, and extraordinary rights for the IAEA to look around.

These measures weren’t perfect, but we’re now learning how blind we are without them. And most importantly, these measures effectively prevented Iran from using underground facilities such as Fordow to enrich uranium for years, something that we now know the Massive Ordnance Penetrator bombs couldn’t dream of doing.

Perhaps it is hard to square the limited impact of the bombing with the spectacular appearance of a bombing campaign, with its screaming missiles and thunderous explosions. It says a lot that one of the most impressive displays of airpower in history did so little to damage Iran’s nuclear program. This is precisely why, at the outset of the campaign, I made clear that the strike would likely only succeed if the Iranian regime fell.

While regime change by airpower always seemed to be a desperately long shot, it was somehow still more plausible than the obliteration of a large, dispersed, and deeply buried nuclear program such as Iran’s. I think that the Israelis knew that, too. After all, Netanyahu named the operation Rising Lion, after the national symbol of prerevolutionary Iran. Israel’s national animal is the gazelle.

Was regime change what Washington really wanted, at least if its goal was keeping Iran nonnuclear? Iran, after all, has been a few months away from the bomb for almost 20 years. The thing holding Iran back was never primarily technical—it was always political. For everything that I dislike about the repressive and meddling Islamic Republic, it has at least been reluctant to build the bomb.

Iran’s supreme leader suspended the nuclear weapons program in 2003 for reasons that still aren’t clear. That program, according to the U.S. intelligence community, was still suspended right up to the moment that Israel started bombing. We don’t know what Ayatollah Ali Khamenei and his advisors said when they went around the table debating a nuclear weapons program in the past. But something stayed his hand.

Even when Iranian officials dragged their feet about cooperating with the IAEA or negotiators stonewalled in talks, Iran always seemed to be seeking some sort of diplomatic resolution. The Trump administration, for its part, is sure that it’s taught Iran a lesson. Trump officials say that the Iranians will now return to negotiations, chastened by the bombing. There are, of course, other lessons that some Iranians might have learned.

Either way, I am sure the inevitable internal discussions in Iran will now look different, not least because there are going to be a number of new faces at the table. The United States and Israel have changed the regime in some sense—just maybe not in the way that they hoped.

[ouchsharks]

yap alert about jenny and the first time she smoked with mikey post-squip:

ok so i do think that jenny also smokes, just not as much as mikey. i think being high calms mikey down and shes super chill, laid back, yk , cool, jenny on the other hand ..

being high calms her anxiety but since it calms her down it makes it alot harder for her to ignore certain thoughts that she chooses to push down when shes not high, mainly guilt. its happened before but on numerous occasions she is found dissacociated and upset due to overwhelming guilt, with things like her mother leaving and such.

well post squip, the guilt is EXTREME. and it definitely takes a long while for mikey to be able to convince jenny to smoke again, as jenny is afraid of doing anything that could mess with her mind (she will never ever drink mtn dew again)

but similarly to alcohol being a depressant and shutting the squip off, mikey tells jenny that weed should be okay for her, so, they get together to hangout.

they smoke, get high, mikeys chill, playing video games when all of a sudden jenny just starts sobbing??? breaking down. the guilt of everything that happened with the squip and mikey and brooke and such is killing her so she just starts bawling. mikeys like ??? oh my god are you okay jen whats wrong?? and jenny explains that shes so so sorry and shes so upset and everyone hates her and mikey tries comforting her but fails as shes .. really high, so. mikey says she will call christine and explain, jenny of course, being upset by all of this doesnt want christine to know she smokes weed (another thing she is guilty about) but by time jenny can mutter "no dont tell her im smoking weed 😢😢😭" christine has already picked up the phone and heard this (she doesnt care lmao) shes worried ab her gf and mikey asks if she will come over.

christine comes, jenny sobs some more and says how much she doesnt deserve her and all that blah blah, christine takes it all in and isnt bothered, she just wants jenny to feel better. they eventually lay in mikeys bed and christine cuddles and comforts jenny as she falls asleep (weed makes her sleepy lol) and she manages to get up and leave without waking her, asking mikey to text her when jenny wakes up to make sure shes okay.

sooo. jenny sleeps for nine hours 🤔 and wakes up completely sober, a little confused as to where she is then realizes shes at mikeys, mikey, who stayed awake the entire time, is there to be like oh youre awake! jenny forgets completely that she even smoked, their convo would pretty much go like this:

j: oh gosh how long was i out for?

m: oh yk like nine hours

j: NINE HOURS?? oh my god?

m: hey are you alright?

j: yeah??

m: youre not upset anymore?

j: i was upset?? what do you mean?

m: yea dude i mean i really didnt know what i was gonna do you seemed like youd never STOP crying

j: i was crying? so you put me to bed??

m: i didnt. christine did !

j: chrstine???? but im at your house??

m: i didnt know what to do so i called christine!!!!

j: you did WHAT?! why was i upset why was i crying?? why did christine come here?? why did i sleep for nine hours??????

m: okay okay jen woah youre getting hostile 🤔🤔 listen, we smoked some weed. you! got really weird. i was super high. so i called christine, and you were like "dont tell her im smoking weed" but she was already on the phone and totally heard, so then she came over and you kept crying and were like "waahhh christine i dont deserve you" but she knew you were high and was okay with everything and she just , yk, waited until you fell asleep and then she left! oh i gotta text her by the way, let her know youre awake and alright.

j: well idk if im alright... (embarrassed)

then mikey obnoxiously takes a flash photo of jenny, who is sprawled in mikeys bed, confused and embarrassed as hell

christine, whos been FIGHTING to stay awake (not a night owl at all) waited the whole time for that text and as soon as she responded she CRASHED, out, sleepytime.

sorey for such the long post i just fucking love jenny and my au so somuch i wanted to share this with tumblr i doubt yall will care but thanks for reading if you made it down here

[isacksteban]

Girlfriend — Pedroscar

Oscar moved aside, lazily unbuttoning his shirt as he went. The fabric had started to stick in uncomfortable places, chafing his armpits and the underside of his pecs. He slipped the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it to one side before turning to watch his friends. When he did so, Lando was staring back. 

“What?” Oscar chuckled, putting a hand on his hip. “See something you like?”

Lando's eyes widened as he scanned from neck to waist. “So that’s why you’ve been off your game. Who’s the unlucky lady?” 

Oscar was puzzled until he glanced down at his chest. Oh. How could he have forgotten?

It was nothing new for Oscar to show up with matted hair and a fresh hickey or two, but this was something else. Bites and scratches mapped his entire torso — chest, biceps, hips, back. A particularly concentrated smattering of bruises trailed down his stomach before disappearing into his trousers. 

“Whoever she is, she clearly doesn’t like you very much.” Lando said when Oscar gave no reply. 

Oscar crossed his arms defensively. “Ha. They’re from... working out.” 

“Oh? Your personal trainer has resorted to fighting with teeth and fingernails, has he? And is that… rope burn?” 

Oscar swiftly moved his arms from in front of his chest to behind his back, concealing the raw flesh of his wrists. Lando tried to exchange a bewildered look with Carlos, but he had wandered off to god knows where — thankfully, Oscar thought. The Spaniard was dating Pedro's friend after all. Oscar watched him for a moment, wondering if he was listening in. 

“Well, out with it.” Lando said. 

Oscar's eyes snapped back to him. “Out with what?” 

“Who’s the girl? I will no doubt be picking up the pieces of… whatever’s going on, so I’d like to know what I’m up against.” 

“There is no girl. I told you.” 

“And you actually expect me to believe that?” 

Oscar shrugged, a gesture that suggested defeat rather than denial. “It’s the truth. Take it or leave it.” 

Lando chewed on this for a moment. Oscar, meanwhile, put his shirt back on, embarrassment far outweighing his desire to feel comfortable.

“It’s not like you to be so private about your weekly fuck-buddies.” Lando said eventually, the choice of weekly almost making Oscar laugh, it'd been the same fuck-buddy — boyfriend — for years now. “Someone special?” 

“Just leave me alone, Lan.” 

Lando turned to Carlos who was still jabbing at nothing in particular. “Surely he’s spoken to you about this. Help me out here.” 

Carlos paused, failing to conceal a sigh. “I don’t concern myself with where Oacar puts his dick, and neither should you.” he said, Oscar practically falling to his knees to thank him for not tellinh. “This is the gym, not the drivers room. Either pick a machine or take your gossip elsewhere.” 

Said gossip made its way around the garages at record speed. It had been a while since they’d had anything to talk about but racing, so Oscar's masochistic exploits were a welcome distraction. By late evening, even the team principles were whispering about it. Oscar fielded question after question. Who was she? Did it hurt? Could they see? 

Carlos, too, got his fair share of grilling. As Oscar's — strangely enough — closest friend, it was assumed that he’d be clued in on whatever debauchery Oscar had stumbled into. He responded with typical hostility before finally escaping to his room, Oscar managing to do the same. 

Hours passed without incident. Pedro lounged aimlessly in the hotel he'd booked for the week. He was just about to flick the lights off and go to bed when there was a faint rap at the door. 

He opened the door only a crack. “What do you want, Osc?” 

“I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart.” Oscar said, leaning against the doorframe, Pedro adoring having the need to look up to meet the Australian's eyes. 

“It’s late.” 

“Does that mean you’re not gonna let me in?” 

“Give me one good reason why I should.” 

“I’ll give you two.” 

Oscar bent down and kissed Pedro twice, once on each corner of his downturned mouth. The kisses were swift, but Pedro chastised him anyway, peering out into the halls to check the coast was clear, they'd managed to go almost three years without being caught and he wasnt taking any chances. 

“Come on,” Oscar said, inching forward, “everyone else is in bed. Just let me in. I wanna have some fun” He whined, bottom lip jutting out as Pedro sighed.

Pedro relented and moved out of the way, sitting down at the desk with his laptop opened as the door clicked shut. Oscar shrugged his jacket off and idled in the entryway. “Y’know, you don’t half make my life difficult.” he said.

“Meaning?” 

“Meaning everyone has been harassing me all day about some imaginary girl,” Oscar said, pulling his collar to one side to expose his bitten shoulder, “because of you.” 

“It isn’t my fault you can’t seem to keep your shirt on.” So, Carlos had either told Jorge about it — who obviously told Pedro — or word had truly gotten to everyone.

Pedro clicked through his tabs, hardly glancing in Oscar's direction. Eventually, this denial of attention had its desired effect and Oscar stomped over to slam the computer shut. Pedro stood up, a smirk replacing his disinterested frown. 

“It’s not funny,” Oscar said, still pouting, “it’s embarrassing. How would you like it if I did it to you?” 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

A moment passed before Oscar tried anything. He danced his finger-tips up Pedro's arm in an attempt at distraction. When he ducked towards Pedro's neck, he was quick, but Pedro was quicker. A hand came to his throat, keeping him at a distance. Pedro pushed against this force, earning a firm squeeze on either side of his neck. 

There were countless opportunities for Oscar to fight back. He could have wrestled Pedro to the floor quite easily if he wanted to, but he didn’t. Instead, he invited the familiar dizziness in and welcomed new contusions to his growing collection. Pedro ran his tongue over his canines as he watched Oscar turn pink. “Oh, Osc,” he began, softening his grip to allow a breath, “what am I going to do with you?”

Oscar didn’t try to speak. He communicated in slow blinks and stuttering inhales. Pedro squeezed again, harder this time. “I’m sorry you find it so embarrassing, but if you weren’t such a slut, I wouldn’t have to mark my territory. You understand that, right?” 

Oscat nodded vaguely. Pedro demonstrated remarkable control over his own strength for someone capable of killing with a single blow. His nails — overdue a trim — were leaving crescent shaped grooves on Oscar's skin. How did he learn this skill, Oscar wondered, of inflicting the perfect amount of pain?

Pedro used his free hand to open Oscar's shirt. Oscar's heartbeat quickened with every button. “Of course,” Pedro continued, running his finger over old bruises, “if you don’t like it, I can always find another way to make you behave. Maybe I should leave you tied to my bed all day, hm? Is that what you want?” 

A strained whimper escaped Oscar's lips which made Pedro grin like a hungry shark. He released Oscar's throat and replaced his fingers with his teeth. “It’s not easy for me either,” he whispered between nips of flesh, “having people ask me if I know what girl did this to you. I don’t like hearing people talk about my boy as if he belongs to someone else.”

“ ’m sorry.” Oscar uttered. He inhaled sharply as Pedro grazed his earlobe. 

“Oh yeah?” Pedro said, grasping Oscar by the chin. “Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.” 

Obedient as a dog, Oscar dropped to the rug. Pedro took his time removing his trousers, savouring the sight of Oscar waiting patiently beneath him. Once Pedro's legs were bare, Oscar trailed kisses from ankle to knee then explored either thigh with his tongue. Pedro held him by the hair, yanking it back when Oscar failed to meet his eye. He traced the boundary of Oscar's lips with two fingers, and Oscar was all too willing to open up for him. “That’s it,” Pedro said, pushing past his teeth, “show me how much you want it.” 

Once Oscar was good and desperate, sucking Pedro's fingers like he wanted to strip the flesh off the bone, Pedro pulled away. A web of saliva trailed after him which he then wiped off on Oscar's cheek. He stepped back to lean against the nearest wall, motioning for Oscar to crawl after. Upon arrival, Oscar treated Pedro's stomach to feathery kisses while dragging his underwear down. Pedro's smile glinted wickedly in the dim light. He was half-hard, still in need of a little encouragement. Oacar wrapped one hand around his shaft and teased the tip with his tongue. Only when Pedro was achingly hard did he progress from teasing to sucking. 

Pedro hated to admit that Oscar was good at giving head, but he was. Maddeningly so. Good enough to make Pedro wonder how many cocks he’d had to suck to master the craft. He’d deal with his jealousy later. For now, he was too busy biting back his moans. 

Not only was Oscar good at sucking dick — he also managed to look good doing it. His eye-contact never faltered, pupils blown and eyelashes fluttering. He took inch by excruciating inch with tearful gratitude, his own cock dribbling precum in his pants. He made gorgeous, gluttonous little sounds every time Pedro struck his soft palette. It took all of Pedro's restraint not to buck forward and take control, but no. Oscar had to earn it this time.

Oscar anchored himself with hands on the backs of Pedro's thighs and, pulling forward, throated his entire length. This earned him a rare, unrestrained groan from above, and another firm tug on his hair.

“Such a good slut for me.” Pedro choked out, clawing at Oscar's scalp. “I’m already so close.” 

Oscar's tongue struck a particularly sensitive spot and Pedro jolted, triggering Oscar's gag reflex. The sound of it — a fragile, ragged gargle — crumbled the last of Pedro's resolve. He wrenched out of Oscar's mouth, desperate to prolong matters a little bit longer. 

“I want to come on that pretty face of yours,” Pedro growled, pinching Oscar's cheek, “do you want that?” 

“Yes,” Oscar answered hoarsely, “I wan' it so badly.” 

Oscar grasped Pedro's shaft again, remnants of saliva assisting his slow strokes. Pedro bit his lip, hardly able to handle even the gentlest of touches. “You’re mine, Oscar.” he uttered, trembling. “Say it.” 

“I’m yours, Pedro.” 

“Again,” 

“ ’m yours. I belong to you.” 

With those words, Pedro came undone. His knees buckled. He clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle the tide of expletives. Oscar had, as instructed, directed every drop of cum to his face. His tongue darted to taste what he could reach, the rest dripping from his cheeks to his neck. 

“Get up,” Pedro instructed weakly, “let me look at you.” 

Pedro was not nearly as authoritative in his shaky, post-coital state, but Oscar complied anyway. Once they were both standing, Pedro studied his handiwork for a moment. Satisfied, he pulled Oscar close, smothering his chest in buttery kisses. “I love you.” he said. 

“I love you too.” Oscar answered, wrapping his arms around Pedro's waist. Then, taking advantage of the afterglow exhaustion, he sank his teeth into Pedro's neck. 

“Hey!” Pedro yelped, jolting back. “What the fuck?” 

Oscar winked. “Good luck explaining that one tomorrow.” 

Suddenly reinvigorated, Pedro shoved Oscar towards the bed. “Just for that, I’m taking you for round two.” 

“I was hoping you’d say that.”