#flow racking systems

[mekengineeringstorage]

What Are the Benefits of Using Pallet Flow Racks from MEK Engineering?

In the world of warehouse management and logistics, efficient storage solutions are crucial. One such solution that stands out is Pallet Flow Racks. MEK Engineering, a leader in industrial storage systems, offers top-notch pallet flow racking solutions that can transform how you manage your inventory. But what exactly makes pallet flow racks so beneficial, and why should you consider MEK Engineering for your storage needs? Let’s delve into the advantages of using pallet flow racks and how MEK Engineering can enhance your storage efficiency.

What Are Pallet Flow Racks?

Pallet flow racks are an innovative storage system designed to facilitate the automatic movement of pallets within a warehouse. These racks use gravity to keep inventory moving, making it easy to access and manage products with minimal manual handling. This type of racking system is also known as pallet flow racking and is ideal for high-density storage environments.

Key Benefits of Pallet Flow Racks

Enhanced Storage Density: One of the primary advantages of pallet flow racks is their ability to maximize storage density. By utilizing the depth of the warehouse, pallet flow racking systems allow for more efficient use of available space compared to traditional racking systems.

Improved Inventory Management: With pallet flow racks, items are automatically rotated and replenished in a first-in, first-out (FIFO) manner. This ensures that older stock is used before newer stock, reducing the risk of inventory obsolescence and improving overall inventory management.

Increased Accessibility: Pallet flow racks simplify access to inventory by allowing for easy retrieval of items. The gravity-driven system ensures that pallets move smoothly along the racks, reducing the need for manual handling and minimizing the risk of damage to goods.

Optimized Space Utilization: MEK Engineering’s pallet flow racking solutions are designed to optimize vertical and horizontal space. This efficient use of space means you can store more products in a smaller footprint, leading to cost savings and improved warehouse efficiency.

Enhanced Safety: The design of pallet flow racks minimizes the need for forklifts to maneuver in tight spaces. This reduction in forklift traffic within the warehouse contributes to a safer working environment and decreases the likelihood of accidents.

Why Choose MEK Engineering for Pallet Flow Racks?

MEK Engineering is renowned for its high-quality pallet flow racking systems that cater to various industrial needs. Here’s why MEK Engineering should be your go-to choice:

Customization: MEK Engineering offers tailored solutions that fit your specific warehouse requirements. Whether you need a compact system or a high-density configuration, their team can design a system that meets your needs.

Durability: The pallet flow racks from MEK Engineering are built to withstand the rigors of a busy warehouse environment. Their robust construction ensures long-term reliability and performance.

Expert Support: MEK Engineering provides comprehensive support throughout the installation process and beyond. Their experts are available to assist with setup, maintenance, and any inquiries you may have.

Innovation: As a leader in storage solutions, MEK Engineering continually invests in research and development to offer the latest advancements in pallet flow racking technology.

Conclusion

Incorporating pallet flow racks into your warehouse can significantly enhance your storage efficiency and inventory management. With MEK Engineering’s innovative and durable pallet flow racking solutions, you can optimize space, improve accessibility, and ensure the safety of your operations. For a tailored solution that meets your specific needs, trust MEK Engineering to deliver the best in pallet flow racks and elevate your warehouse management to the next level.

[risha9517]

Gravity Flow Rack - Storage Rack Manufacturer

Streamline your warehouse operations with Suvidha Storage System's Gravity Flow Rack. Our racks feature advanced components like rollers, braking areas, and display trays to facilitate easy movement of goods and improve inventory control. Durable and customizable, our racks fit the unique needs of your business. Discover more on our website - Suvidha Storage System.

[sigmadisplayracks]

Innovative Pallet Racking Solutions for Modern Warehousing Needs

In the dynamic world of warehousing and logistics, efficient storage solutions are paramount. With the continuous evolution of technology and the increasing demand for optimized space utilization, innovative pallet racking solutions have become a necessity. Modern warehousing needs require systems that are not only robust and efficient but also flexible and scalable to accommodate varying storage requirements. 

Sigma Racks offers innovative pallet racking solutions tailored to modern warehousing needs. Our cutting-edge designs enhance storage efficiency, optimize space, and improve inventory management. Discover how our pallet racking systems can revolutionize your warehouse operations and boost productivity. This blog explores some of the most innovative pallet racking solutions designed to meet the needs of contemporary warehouses.

1. Automated Storage and Retrieval Systems (AS/RS)

Overview: Automated Storage and Retrieval Systems (AS/RS) are advanced solutions that use robotics and automation to store and retrieve pallets with minimal human intervention. These systems are designed to maximize storage density and improve the speed and accuracy of warehouse operations.

Advantages:

Increased Efficiency: AS/RS significantly reduces the time required to locate and retrieve items, thus speeding up the overall warehouse operations.

Space Optimization: These systems utilize vertical space efficiently, allowing for higher density storage.

Enhanced Accuracy: Automation reduces human error, ensuring precise inventory management.

Safety: Minimizes the need for manual handling of heavy pallets, reducing the risk of workplace injuries.

2. Mobile Racking Systems

Overview: Mobile racking systems are a versatile and space-saving solution where racks are mounted on mobile bases that move along tracks. This system allows for compact storage by eliminating the need for multiple aisles, as the racks can be moved to create an access aisle when needed.

Advantages:

Space Savings: Mobile racking can increase storage capacity by up to 80% compared to traditional racking systems.

Flexibility: Suitable for various types of goods, including bulky or irregularly shaped items.

Accessibility: Provides easy access to all pallets by creating an aisle on demand.

3. Dynamic Pallet Racking (Carton Flow and Pallet Flow Racks)

Overview: Dynamic pallet racking systems, such as carton flow and pallet flow racks, use gravity to facilitate the movement of pallets. These systems are designed for high-density storage and efficient stock rotation.

Advantages:

First-In, First-Out (FIFO) Inventory Management: Ideal for perishable goods or items with expiration dates, ensuring older stock is used first.

Increased Productivity: Reduces the time and effort required to move and pick items.

Space Utilization: Maximizes storage space by eliminating the need for multiple aisles.

4. Cantilever Racking Systems

Overview: Cantilever racking systems are designed for storing long, bulky items such as lumber, pipes, and furniture. These racks have arms that extend from a central column, providing open and flexible storage.

Advantages:

Versatility: Ideal for storing items of varying lengths and sizes.

Accessibility: Easy loading and unloading from the front without any vertical obstructions.

Durability: Strong and sturdy, capable of handling heavy loads.

5. Shuttle Racking Systems

Overview: Shuttle racking systems are semi-automated solutions where a shuttle or cart moves pallets within the racking structure. These systems are controlled by remote or software, allowing for efficient storage and retrieval.

Advantages:

High Density: Optimizes space by minimizing the number of aisles.

Efficiency: Speeds up the loading and unloading process.

Scalability: Easily expandable to accommodate growing storage needs.

Conclusion

Modern warehousing demands innovative pallet racking solutions that offer efficiency, flexibility, and space optimization. Whether through automation with AS/RS, space-saving mobile racking, dynamic flow racks, versatile cantilever systems, or semi-automated shuttle racking, these advanced solutions cater to the diverse needs of contemporary warehouses. By adopting these innovative systems, businesses can enhance their storage capabilities, improve operational efficiency, and stay competitive in an ever-evolving market.

[nerdygirlramblings]

cw: poorly executed accents, technological inaccuracies

previous

Over the week between Laswell requesting you go off your scent blockers and the charity event, the barracks slowly carries lingering traces of sun-ripened berries and arid soil, your natural scent. The team is entranced. It hasn't escaped any of them how well your scent compliments theirs. You and Gaz smell like all the best parts of springtime. Simon's sharp acidic scent is tempered by your sweetness. When you and Soap are together, it's hard not to picture seaside picnics. And when Price is in the room with you, the others are remembering crisp, cozy autumn days.

Your natural scent grows as the blockers work their way out of your system, as does your control over it. "How'd ya learn that, Ren?" Price asks one night, back to you as he stirs his tea. As soon as you picked up on his steps, the strawberry sweetness in the air decreased.

The couch creaks as you shift to face him, turning away from the dossiers on the low table in front of you. "After I presented, Dad used ta pull me inta the kitchen for lessons. He told me ta picture my scent like the dials on an equalizer. Taught me how I could ground myself ta turn the volume down on any particular smell. Especially how I could dampen things like fear. And, of course, how to project certain scents."

Your eyes leave his face, looking at the wall instead. "Being an omega in the service is hard, so I used the blockers because conscious scent manipulation takes a bunch of energy, and I wanted ta focus my energy on the job." You drop your voice and whisper, "And I didn't want ta spend all my energy on something that essentially soothed an alpha's ego."

He comes over and sits with you. "Well, if ya choose, after this op, ya don't need ta go back on 'em. Ya don't gotta protect me and Ghost." He grins and bumps your shoulder, and if he's hoping that you off your blockers means the pack can have a proper scenting, he gives nothing away.

The night of the op finds you in a fancy hotel room somewhere in St. James, several floors above the charity event. You're set up into adjoining rooms: one for you and one for the rest of the team. The other room will serve as the communication hub while you and Gaz - because Price saw how your scent was affecting Soap, the doe eyes he turned on you when you weren't paying attention, and didn't trust him to be able to focus on the op if he were at your side - go to the auction to find Arella.

You'd gone shopping with Adam several days before, under Kate's orders to get appropriate attire. The dress he put you in is more extravagant than anything you would ever have selected, but after a few quick photos to Kate who deemed it perfect, it was off the rack and in your hands. Strapless with a fitted bodice with enough structure to hold you and a skirt that flowed like water, except because it's steel grey, it moves more like liquid metal. There's a sizable slit, up to your thigh but is mostly hidden in the folds of silky fabric, which allows you quick access to the tiny holster you strapped there.

Fashion was never something you were interested in, so Adam took it upon himself to find some simple YouTube makeup tutorials, then made sure you had all the necessary products. You were annoyed about the hassle with the makeup, so Adam made sure the hair tutorial was simple yet elegant and didn't require a mountain of products to pull off.

Though you were going in without scent blockers, Kate didn't plan to risk you, even with the support of a beta, to an alpha's teeth. She had Adam buy the most intricate collar necklace you'd ever seen. Geometrically structured with metal rods, it seemed more like a piece of art than a piece of jewelry. When you draped it across your neck and collarbone, it prevented an alpha from getting his teeth on your scent gland but still allowed you to project your scent unencumbered.

Being undercover didn't allow for the traditional communication hardware, so the boys had come up with an ingenious pair of earrings whose large geometric wrap both matched the necklace and served as an earpiece. They also fitted a mic into the structure of your necklace. The whole task force would be with you all night.

When you finish getting dressed and fixing both hair and makeup to the best of your ability to follow Adam's selected videos, you knock on the door between the room you'd been assigned and where the rest of your pack task force is preparing. You need both your escort and your comms before you head for the lift.

An hour later and you're on your second circuit of the room, Gaz at your elbow, holding your drink. There will be some expectation to drink while you're here, but Price had taught you ways to make it look like you were drinking or as though you did not need a refill during those trainings at the pubs around base. Static crackles in your ear and you hear Price's baritone come through as if he were standing beside you. You've practiced not reacting when the comms go off, but you're still a little startled. "No sign of Arella yet, but Spinner's on the far side a' the room, left a' the bar but looking out on the dance floor."

Neither you nor Gaz is in a position to see him, so Gaz lightly takes your hand and guides you toward the balcony door with a hand low on your back. It allows you both to get quick glimpses of the man, older, polished, and with a petite blonde dressed in ice white standing very close. Though you're too far to see any potential mating mark, she's wearing a collar necklace not dissimilar to yours.

"I think Spinner's got an omega with him," you say. "I might be able ta get information from her if I get her alone. "

"Appreciate the initiative, Ren," price rumbles, "but she's not our priority. Technically, neither's Spinner, but it's good ta keep eyes on 'im just in case." He pauses momentarily before coming over the comms again with, "Not going ta tell ya not to talk ta her if the situation arises, but stay on mission."

"Copy that, Captain," you respond.

Waiting for Arella gets frustrating especially as you watch people continually approach Spinner, who's taken up residence at a high top table on the outskirts of the party. You snatch the champagne flute from Gaz's hand and quickly tip the contents back. Squaring your shoulders, you look at him and say, "Dance wi' me." For a moment all he does is look at you, and you can't read the emotion in his eyes. You power through and tell him, "If we're dancing, we can get closer ta Spinner's table and pick up snatches of conversation. "

Pulling back, you search his face. "I know ya've got the hardware on yer phone ta clone Arella's device with some prolonged exposure, but is it possible fer it ta pick up short bursts a' data off other phones it's near?"

Gaz looks at you in awe. "Ren, that's brilliant! Cap, ya hear that suggestion?"

"Affirmative," Price replies, "but I'll be damned if I understand it."

"Just get the systems on yer end ready fer a massive data dump. It's gunna be fragmentary. Laswell's analysts are gunna have a hell of a time going through it. We may need ta send them some whiskey and good cigars, but honestly, if this pans out even a little bit, we'll be able to get a ton a' information on the kinds of people Spinner's meeting with. Maybe Arella's is not the only one who's dirty."

Once they get to go ahead from Price, Gaz pulls you close and takes to the dance floor. You'd learned how to dance once, long ago, but it's clear this man is trained. He waltzes you through the crowd near to the edge where Spinner's settled, and you hope to hell this idea works.

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an: this is sort of what I envisioned for Ren's necklace, but more modernist straight lines

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[daddyslittlecrow]

How about period Sex with caleb⁉️⁉️

YES YES I WILL!!

Oh.

You meant…no, no, of course. It's just a prompt! Not a serious possibility 🤧

Anyway….I love these types of prompts. Menstruation happens whether people like it or not and I absolutely love that the game has 5 such gentle, kind period trackers ❤️

And they would all absolutely fuck you during it if you let them

Not proofread, sue me 🤘

Warnings: 18+ MDNI

Painkiller - Caleb

For some reason, the cramps seemed to be much more intense this month. You spent the last few hours curled up around a heating pad, willing the painkillers to keep working. While the pain was still manageable, you peeled yourself from the sheets, hobbling to the bathroom to change your pad.

By the time you were washing your hands, you heard the door to your apartment shut. Caleb. You shamelessly texted him a while ago, begging him to come over after work so he could take care of you.

You collapsed back into your nest of self-pity just as he burst through the door. “I bought 4 different kinds of chocolate to avoid any tears. Learnt my lesson last time.” He said immediately, a plastic grocery bag in one hand and the other hiding behind his back.

He bent down. His kiss told you how much he missed you, caressing your lips with his. The scent of aftershave mingled with steel consumed you. You breathed him in, urging your racing heart to settle. It didn't help that he was still in his sexy uniform.

Caleb straightened up, a boyish grin plastered on his face. “Also got you these for being so brave.”

Red roses. Emotions swelled in your chest as you admired them. His gesture was returned with a weak smile. “They’re beautiful Caleb. Thank you.”

He left the bag of supplies next to you before walking out with roses and the vase that held last week’s bouquet. While you felt somewhat okay now, you knew the cramps were lurking. Patiently waiting until the painkillers left your system so they could seek revenge.

Thank God you asked him for more. The pills you took earlier were the last one in the box. You brought the grocery bag closer to you, sifting through the chocolate and pads. Oh no. Quickly dumping everything onto the bed, pure panic bubbled.

“Where are the painkillers?” Caleb was walking back into your room, eyes growing wide at your words. His cheeks flushed. He had forgot them, distracted by the flower stand.

You tapped your phone screen, checking time. It was too late. By the time Caleb returned to the store it would be closed. You sighed dramatically. “I guess I'll die tonight then.”

Caleb chewed on his bottom lip, feeling terrible that he racked his brain for a solution. He placed the roses on your nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. The warmth of his finger tips felt soothing as he traced patterns along your back. You were wearing the comfiest things you could find. A pair of sweatpants and one his t-shirts.

His amethyst eyes drank you in like you were the most beautiful creature on earth. Even if you thought you looked horrendous with your hair piled on top of your head and a lovely hormonal spot screaming for attention on your chin.

“You know Pips…i think I read somewhere that orgasms can help. Eases the cramps.” You laughed despite feeling your cheeks start to burn. Despite feeling miserable during your period, it also made you extra…sensitive.

“Nice try. Did you suddenly forget there’s literal blood flowing out of me?” You reached for one of the chocolate bars, trying not to focus on the slight tremble of your hands. “Come back when the river’s running clear.”

Caleb shook his head, hand sliding down to the hem of his t-shirt. Last month he had finally realised you got incredibly horny during your period. But you never initiated anything and he gave you space, assuming you weren't into it. But he decided to test the waters today.

He loved taking care of you and if that meant making you cum so you'd be less uncomfortable, well? It was a win-win in his books. “What if I told you I don't care whether you’re on your period or not?”

Avoiding the burning glare of his eyes, you snapped off a piece of chocolate and shoved it in your mouth. Anything to distract you from the pulsing sensation that started between your legs.

It's not that you thought it was gross to have period sex, you just couldn't stop imagining a grimace on your boyfriend’s face if he looked down. You’d rather just avoid the potential for embarrassment.

Caleb leaned over and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your breath hitched, a dribble of chocolate at the corner of your mouth. He knew his proposal interested you. Your thighs pressing instinctively together did not go unnoticed.

But he could also see you were too in your head, worrying about the worst case scenario. At war with yourself. He just needed to get you to stop thinking altogether.

The pad of his thumb collected the chocolatey drool before pushing it back into your mouth. Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt his thumb go past your lips.

“Suck.”

The command went right to your pussy, feeling it flutter with anticipation. A small groan slipped out of you. Instantly your lips wrapped around him, swirling your wet tongue around the tip. Just like you did with his cock.

Caleb hissed. Restraining his desires was quite the challenge when you hollowed your cheeks slightly to suction him. Your eyes locked on his - eager, waiting. His jaw clenched, forcing himself to ignore how hard he was already - straining painfully against his work trousers.

This wasn't about him.

A soft pop followed as Caleb removed his thumb from your mouth. Then his lips were on yours, claiming them, swallowing the soft moans the came from your throat. He took those sweet sounds as permission to keep going but he wanted to make sure.

He grabbed the material of the t-shirt, peeling it up over your head. Your back hit the mattress as he gently pushed you down. His eyes trailed down to your bare breasts before lowering himself, his body almost on top of you.

He kissed a scorching path down your neck, stopping when he reached one of your nipples. Your back arched, pushing your breast closer to his mouth. He smirked, flicking out his tongue to tease the sensitive bud. You whined. “Caleb…”

“Good girls use their words, pipsqueak.” His hand slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants, then your panties. A wave of embarrasment hit you and you tried to move his hand away.

Caleb tutted before grabbing your wrist with his free hand, pinning your arm over your head. His fingers pressed against your clit and you moaned loudly as he worked in agonizingly slow circles. Every bit of hesitation melted away as your pussy clenched around nothing. His eyes never left yours.

“Tell me what you want or I’ll stop.” He murmured against your breast before sucking your nipple into his mouth. The tempo of his fingers increased, making your hips buck.

“You - ah - I want…you.” The pleasure started to build, making it difficult to speak. Caleb growled against your breast before removing his hand from your panties.

He practically ripped your bottoms off your legs, leaving you bare before him. His eyes hungrily roamed your body before stopping at your swollen pussy.

He didn't expect how aroused he got seeing your wetness tinged pink with blood. His dick was leaking at the sight. You’d feel so much wetter, hotter, if he sank his length into you right now. And because you were extra sensitive, you'd be able to feel every thick inch as he dragged through your gummy walls.

Before you could start overthinking, he gripped your thighs hard and pushed them apart, opening you wider for him. “Just like back and let me make you feel good, beautiful.”

Your fingers clutched the sheets, trying to anchor yourself as he resumed his touch on your engorged clit. You moaned his name like a prayer. He answered by bringing his middle finger right next to your pulsing hole.

“You want it Pips?” His voice was rough with raw need. He ignored your desperate hips urging him to go further, to fill you with his long finger. “Fucking beg for it.”

You let out a sob as his movements on your clit slowed, refusing to indulge you until you obeyed. “Please let me cum on your…ah…your fingers. I need you.”

The air left your lungs as he slammed his finger into your pussy. He grunted as he fucked it into you hard, making your eyes roll back as your body writhed. In. Out. In. Out.

The sounds of your squelching cunt was sending you close to the edge. He added a second digit, stretching your slick walls. Your hips rocked to match his pace, fucking his fingers as your stomach clenched from the intense pleasure that grew.

“That’s it baby. I know. It feels good doesn't it? So tight. Want you to cum.” Caleb curled his fingers, massaging your g-spot as your moans grew louder. “Good girl. Cum for me. All over my fingers.”

The tension in your body finally snapped. Your jaw went slack as you let out a guttural scream, pussy clenching as you chased each wave of your orgasm. Caleb continued to sciossor his fingers into you, loving how your back arched from what he did to you.

After a few more leisurely pumps, he withdrew his fingers. You melted into the mattress, utterly spent. Your flushed face only burned hotter when Caleb immediately went to the bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth and gently cleaned you up.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly, afraid he may have been a bit too rough. He just couldn't help it. He stopped cleaning a few times to leave kisses on your stomach.

Despite cringing at the undeniable mess between your legs, he may have been right. Your orgasm seemed to keep your cramps at bay for a while longer. “That was definitely better than swallowing a few pills.”

You broke out into a fit of laughter and he grinned as he leaned over to kiss you. Your eyes bore into his when he pulled away, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You didn’t miss the michevious spark that burned in his gaze.

“I’ll check in with you we get something to eat. I might be able to give you something…stronger if the pain comes back.”

[itstheghostofmypast]

Loved

Corporate AU Choi Jongho x (F)Reader

Summary: Sometimes you feel sad, sometimes you feel loved, either way, with Jongho, it just made sense.

Genre: Hurt+Comfort

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: None

Word Count:1.7K

Est.Read Time: 8 min

Networks: @k-labels

Song Rec: I Feel Loved- Aden, Amin

A/N: I was supposed to post something else, but this had to come out of the system first I guess.

It wasn't odd to find you in Jongho's room; most of the time, if Wooyoung stumbled in, he'd be unfazed, too busy trying to look for something he could “borrow,” greet you with a quick nod, and leave afterwards. Hongjoong had developed a habit of knocking while entering the youngest's room, even if he was aware that Jongho was out for work and could not have been inside. Not that it bothered the two out of the three, it was surprising that Jongho had managed to get a girlfriend before any of them. The youngest, whose life was composed mostly of being cramped in his cubicle during the day, only to grab something to eat on the way back- unless Wooyoung was feeling nice to cook for them- and to pass out on his bed. Hence, the your mysterious presence had scared them, especially once they had discovered your existence in his room, one night, when they had barged in to demand that Choi Bear plays this three player console game they had purchased, only to find him standing in the middle of the room wearing a full suit, holding three different ties, showing them to a woman sitting cross legged on the ergonomic chair, stroking her chin in thought.

Either way, the two flatmates met you that night, learning about your blossoming relationship with Jongho, and how the ever-so-busy corporate slave had somehow managed to get your number in the subway one night when the two of you were standing in the cramped space, when he had moved to give you space next to the wall, protecting you from being pushed or shoved when the next wave of travellers entered- granted the two of you got off at the last station, and had noticed each other before, perhaps that’s why this relationship had flowed smoother than expected. Just like that, you had become an unofficial, official flatmate.

It was however, very odd to find you in his room, curled up on the floor, so much so, that Wooyoung who had barged in to steal- borrow- a shirt had almost jumped out of his socks, as he blinked at the figure on the ground, curled up and asleep, using what he assumed was Jongho’s hoodie as a balled up pillow under your head. That was when he had slowly closed the door and walked to look for the other adult in the flat responsible enough to deal with this situation.

“Maybe she was just sleeping?” Hongjoong mumbled, aimlessly scrolling on his phone.

“Shouldn’t she be sleeping on the bed then?” Wooyoung scoffed in response, about to add a follow-up statement when they heard the door beep and the third flatmate walked in. The two turned to stare at the man, who sighed, neatly placing his shoes in the rack before he stared at them, “What?”

“Well, umm…what's in the bag?” Wooyoung asked, pointing towards the plastic shopper in the suited man’s hand, “She’s in your room, but on the flo-”

“Yeah, I had a feeling.” he mumbled, as he walked into the apartment, placing his coat on the dining table chair and the plastic bag on the table, “I brought icecream.” he mumbled before taking something out of the plastic bag, something that had the other two snickering as they watched their ‘tsundere’ corporate slave walk down the corridor towards his room, holding a box of chocolates and a bouquet.

He opened the door and blinked at the darkness, slowly making his way into the room, tossing the bouquet on the other side of the bed, and placing the box on the nightstand. He walked over to your sleeping form, taking in your huddled-up figure. Shaking his head in disbelief, he loosened his tie, crouching down beside you, “Then she says her back hurts.” With that, he gently lifted you off the ground and walked towards the bed, a small chuckle leaving him when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer when he helped you lie down, refusing to let him go, “I’ll be back, gotta shower first.”

The way you sniffled, grip tightening around him, had him give up, slowly pushing you to your side as he lay down beside you, sighing in defeat when you curled into him, gripping his shirt as you stifled an upcoming sob, shaking in his hold. Jongho didn't say a thing, nothing about the flowers, nothing about the chocolates, nothing about your day; he just held you close, giving you a gentle squeeze once in a while, listening to the way your cries died down, only for them to crescendo a moment later. His heart clenched at the uncontrollable jitters that ran through your body, gently shaking you as he clicked his tongue, “Yah…is this how an independent girlboss reacts?”

This was something about Jongho that most people didn't understand. To a prying ear, it may seem as if he was insulting you, but you knew more than anyone that if someone cared deeply about your well-being, it was Choi Jongho. The man who would wait for you at the train station every morning with a coffee in hand, the man who would try his level best to get you a seat on your way back, the man who would cover you in the crowded train, almost hugging you like a bear, the man who would wait for you when you'd have to work over time- and then would then nag at you when you two would get a cab, and pay as well. Jongho was someone who could poorly express any form of affection, and as much as you'd berate him for that, you knew he'd show you how he felt about you through his actions. You appreciated how he didn't believe in grand gestures, but instead he'd do these little things- he'd also respect how your objective views and irritable rational approach was something that defined you, so he knew when it came down to consoling you, little “It's going to be okay” or “it's not your fault” - unless it really wasn't- were not what you'd look for. You wanted to hear the truth, no matter how better, Jongho just knew how to give it to you.

He glanced down at your sleeping form, eyes flickering to your tired features, taking in your swollen eyes and pink nose, a pout that matched his. You were out cold. Slowly, he slipped out of your grasp, standing up to stretch, loosening his muscles as he watched you snuggle into his pillow. A thousand questions ran across his mind as he walked over to the place you had been initially sleeping on, picking up his hoodie as he shook his head in amusement, the things you did were….weird, but he knew, he knew when you'd end up using the hard floor for comfort, things had gone from bad to worse.

In the late afternoon, you texted him, telling him how you're heading home early. It was at that moment that he had begun to worry about you, knowing very well that when you meant home, you meant his room, he just didn't know how bad it was. The sight of you there on the floor had confirmed the level of “bad” it actually was, almost having him wake you up and shake the sadness out of you, but the sight of his hoodie under your head as a pillow pushed that thought away.

By the time he had returned, after his shower and little chat with his flatmates (he had to JUSTIFY and EXPLAIN how this was not HIS fault and you were feeling better), he opened the bedroom door and almost jumped, finding you sitting on his bed in the dark, with the bouquet beside you, the uncapped box of chocolates on your lap, using the upside down lid as a temporary trashcan, filling it up with the foil of the numerous chocolates you had been devouring in your sullen state, waiting for your source of comfort.

“You're awake?”

“Thanks for these…” You mumbled, turning your head to stare at him, eying the dripping tips of his wet hair, “Want me to dry your hair?”

“I'd rather you tell me what happened.” He sighed, climbing the bed, crawling over to you and smacking his wet lips against your cheek, chuckling when you whined, using that as a distraction to sneak a few chocolates out of the box.

“Took one for the team.”

“You mean the team that didn't do their work?”

“Mhmmm…”

He nodded in response, before sitting beside you, back pressed against the headrest, reaching to lace his fingers with yours. “What now?”

“Gonna pretend it's okay and move on.”

“Sensible thing to do.”

He squeezed your hand when you moved closer, resting your head on his shoulder, before tilting your head up to stare at him, only to meet his eyes, he was thinking of something, something vile, something naughty, something-

“You should add laxatives to the coffee next time they send you on a coffee run.”

You shook your head at his statement, “Choi Jongho-HEY!”

He ignored your yelling as he plucked the box out of your lap and tossed it aside, only to tackle you in a bear hug, choosing to lie over you, as you struggled against him, eventually giving up and letting him hug you, the added pressure of weight comforting you. Jongho buried his face in your neck, kissing the warm skin before closing his eyes and mumbling, “Goodnight.”

“Jjong….will you…move?”

“Don't you love me enough to be crushed by my love?”

“Will your love be the same after I pee on your bed-”

He jumped off you and opened the door, bowing politely, “Please, my queen, go relieve yourself.”

“That's what I thought.” You giggled, something that had his smile widening, at the sound, his tired eyes meeting yours, but it was all worth it, as long as he had someone he had to protect, take care of, lean on, he'd bend over backwards no matter how tired he was, as long as his sun let her gravitate around her, let him be her moon.

You stood on your toes and pecked his lips, catching him by surprise before squishing his cheeks, “Thank you, Jjong.”

He watched you go down the hall to the washroom, taking in your form as he sighed to himself in relief, unknown to him you had started to feel better the moment he had carried you to the bed, knowing that you have someone like Jongho made it all worth it, made you believe that you could get up each morning, fight through your day, only to end it in the loving arms of your care bear.

At that very moment the same thought ran through your heads, unknown to either of you,

“I feel loved.”

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

could u maybeeeee do a rough caretaker x super sensitive whumpee? Maybe hospital setting, non con drugs, force feeding?? idk but i LOVED ur out like a light

By the end this turned into kind of a Munchausen by Proxy syndrome situation at least to me, where Caretaker is convinced Whumpee is sick or maybe they're just the one making Whumpee sick..? Anyway read it how you like! I hope this is okay for you and ticked all the boxes!!!

CWs: forced drugging, needles, sedation, medical setting, forced feeding, forced intubation (NG tube) restraints

“Let me GO!"

“Just hold still.” Caretaker ground out, pinning a wriggling Whumpee to their chest. “You're making this more difficult than it has to be.”

They threw Whumpee onto the bed, easily overpowering them and slipping both wrists and ankles into soft padded cuffs that were tied to the bed.

Whumpee let out a terrified shriek as Caretaker affixed the last restraint, then picked up a syringe off a metal trolley next to the bed.

“Here, this should help.” Caretaker flicked the cap off the syringe and drove the needle into Whumpee's thigh, emptying the contents swiftly into the muscle. Whumpee let out a cry like a wounded animal as the drug began to pump into their system.

“No, no, no..” Whumpee breathed as their limbs began to weaken and go slack in the restraints. "Don't.. need it. I'm fine.. mmfine.."

“Much better.” Caretaker patted Whumpee's head. “This is all for your own good. You get that, right?” They asked, smiling softly.

Whumpee’s heavy breaths slowed, and their head slumped back against the pillows.

“That's better. Now we can get some food into you.”

Caretaker turned their back on Whumpee, rummaging amongst medical supplies as they set up a tray with various tubes and syringes.

They snapped on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, causing Whumpee to flinch against the restraints.

The drugs hadn't fully taken effect yet, and so Whumpee knew whatever was about to happen would not be pleasant.

Caretaker ignored their pleas, reaching for a long piece of tubing, which they removed from sterile packaging. They held the tubing up to Whumpee's cheek, measuring it and marking a line across it with a marker. Then, Caretaker covered the end of the tube in some kind of gel before leaning over and shoving it up into Whumpee's nostril without warning. Whumpee began to cough and splutter, trying to pull their head away, but Caretaker trapped their head in place and continued to force the tube further up. Whumpee felt the tube reach the back of their nose and begin to go down their throat. It was a horrifying, invasive feeling as they began to cough and gag at the foreign object, eyes watering with the force of the intrusion. The tube was still going further and further down until it seemed to reach deep inside their stomach. Finally, Caretaker stopped, pulling back and using a small piece of tape to tape the other end of the tube to Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee took in a deep breath racked with sobs as they tried to steady their queasy stomach.

Caretaker patted their head. “Wasn't that easier when you stopped fighting?” They asked condescendingly.

Whumpee spat in their direction. Caretaker simply sighed and cleaned up the spit from Whumpee's chin. They then picked up a bottle-like container, poured an unappetising solution into it, and then attached tubing to it, which ran to the end of the tube on Whumpee's face. They hung the bottle up on an IV stand as the concotction began to flow from the stand into the tube and into Whumpee's stomach. The initial sensation was just cold. Then, the solution travelled into Whumpee's stomach, and the sensation of being filled from within made Whumpee gag again.

“Deep breaths.” Caretaker cooed, massaging Whumpee's stomach.

Tears pooled in Whumpee's eyes as they tried to breathe through the nausea, finally managing to get through the sensation until all the solution was gone. As the next breath left their body, they felt their eyes growing heavy.

“You can sleep now, Whumpee.” Caretaker soothed, stroking their gloved hand through Whumpee's hair. “Sh, just rest.”

Whumpee wanted to say no, that there was something wrong, but the drugs were making the room spin, and they just wanted to close their eyes and …

Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's head drooped against their chest, their patient finally unconscious, finally calm. They whispered, “Just rest. I'll take care of you. I'm the only one who can make you better.”

[softmamawrites]

Good Girl

7.1K of absolute filth

Dom!Austin Butler x Sub!OC x switch!Callum Turner

Warnings: too much smut to label it all

I do not claim to be an expert in the BDSM world, I’ve done as much research as I can consume while writing this. if there are inaccuracies I do apologize

Feedback is always appreciated as long as it’s respectful

dividers by: @chiulochu

“Hey Callum.” Austin says as he lets the Brit into the pent house, the older shrugging off his coat and hanging it. Sliding out of his boots, knowing that Austin was a bit of a freak about shoes in the house. Vera could be too, the small redhead was always tidying something up before anyone came over.

“Hey man.” They both walk farther into the kitchen, the younger taking a deep breath. Leaning against the counter as Callum looks around smiling at the touches of Vera in the house. The kitchen aid on the counter with a ‘Harry Potter’ decal on the side of it. Muffins in the dish that she no doubt baked the day before.

“So nobody has ever seen her like this...not even Claire or Jessi...you can’t treat her differently after this. She was really nervous about you coming over, took me awhile to get her under. But she’s ready for us both.” Austin tells him, looking at the older man’s face. He nods slightly and bites on his lower lip, feeling the nervous bubbles in his belly. Remembering why he’s truly there, the two of them having talked about it one night at dinner. Callum having gone through a bad breakup when Vera had told Austin she wanted to make him feel better. The girl sitting in the blond’s lap in their backyard, her cute little sundress flowing in the breeze.

“What are the rules?” He asks softly, the lankier of the two standing straighter. Running his hand through his hair as he watches his friend, knowing the older has never done anything like this before. Knowing that Vera was nervous but they had talked about it in depth together. Propositioning Callum with an explanation of their relationship, the older not understanding everything. But listening intently, making mental notes to look up anything he wasn’t sure of later. Having found himself back at his hotel deep diving on Reddit, with a hand down his boxers towards the end of his searching.

“No shaming degradation, don’t go calling her names...don’t hit her in the face, no excessive hair pulling, a little tug here or there is okay. Praise and touch, the skin to skin is important for her, it helps when she’s under like this. She calls me Daddy, she’s going to call you Cal. We use a color system, I’ll ask her what color she’s in...green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop. I’ve gotten her to red one time, and I don’t intend to ever do it again.” Austin tells him calmly, the black haired man nods slightly. They both head up the stairs, the blond opening the bedroom door. Seeing Vera laying on the bed in nothing but her panties and bra. Her fingers touching the band on her panties, feeling the soft purple lace sitting there. Lifting her head when she hears the door opening, a little smile forming on her lips when she sees Austin.

“Hi Baby.” Austin hums smiling as he sees her tilt her head to look at him slightly. The soft glassy look in her eyes making something twist in Callum’s stomach. Arousal curling low as he watches the little smile form on the redhead’s lips. The smaller crawling to the edge of the bed and waiting, soft hands resting on her thighs. Pretty pink manicured nails glinting in the low light, the room holding a sort of ambiance that Callum wasn’t expecting. The expectation of submission hanging there, Vera giving it over to the blond standing next to him.

“Hi Daddy.” She whispers, watching him walk over to her, his steps easy and fluid. Hand coming up to tip her head back gently, long finger hooked under her chin. Before his fingers go to curl around the back of her neck, holding gently. Callum feels his heartbeat racking up in his chest, watching the way Vera so willingly puts her trust in Austin’s capable hands.

“Are you gonna say hi to Cal?”

“Hi Cal.” Vera says softly, eyes not leaving her Dom without his permission. Their eyes holding each other’s stare before Austin is gently tilting her head back. Using his thumb to turn her face towards Callum, her green orbs hazy.

“Hi Luv.” Austin slowly wraps his fingers into the back of her curls, tugging her head back. Pulling her skull back so her throat is exposed more, Callum’s breath hitching as he watches. Cock giving a twitch in his jeans, eyes analyzing everything between the pair. Seeing the way that Vera is staring back up at her Dom, eyes unwavering in their gaze.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Austin asks lowly, she nods softly and whimpers quietly. Her pupils staring right up at Austin, trust behind the pools of green there. A barely there quiver starting up her spine, Callum entranced in the way she is kneeling there still. The soft lace cups of her bra hugging her well, digging into the skin of her ribcage. Making him briefly wonder if she’d have marks on her skin afterwards, he’d drag his tongue against them if given the chance.

“P please Daddy.” She murmurs, he nods a bit and watches as she goes to undo his jeans. The pink polish on her finger nails catching in the soft light of the room. Sparkles sitting there making something wiggle in Callum’s chest again. Arousal holding his lower stomach in a tight grip, before his eyes are flicking up at Austin’s ‘tsking’ sound. Her hands freezing on Austin’s button, her soft shoulders dropping in the slightest bit as she waits.

“Don’t forget about Cal...he’s our guest after all. And don’t forget your manners again.” She turns her head to look at him, slowly crawling over. Stopping and kneeling again on the edge of the bed in front of the tall man, her eyes flicking up to his. Her plush lips pouting just a bit, almost like she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Austin watching them both with rapt attention, smiling a bit to himself as he sees the way Vera is relaxing more.

“Please Cal? Can I take your pants off?” She asks softly, he nods a bit his chest tight in anticipation. Watching as she undoes his belt, jaw dropping open just a bit as spit pools in his mouth. Her dainty fingers slowly pulling it out and dropping it to the floor, before she undoes his pants. Austin slowly runs his hand between her shoulders, unclasping her bra.

“You’re such a good girl for your Daddy aren’t you?” He asks, she nods her head a bit and bites her lower lip. Callum gulps softly as he watches her push down his jeans and boxers. Eyes flicking to look at Austin, seeing the way he’s watching them both. His cock heavy as it bobs out of his boxers, too thick to stand straight up. Leaning a little to the right as he looks down at her, her hand twitching to wrap around him.

“Ah ah you know the rules Baby.” Austin says from his spot next to them, the little resounding whine that bubbles up her throat making Callum twitch. Tip beading precum, foreskin pulled back just slightly as he stands there. Her eyes holding a very slight watery sheen as she looks up at him with pleading eyes. The black haired man watches as she flicks her eyes down to his hard cock again before regaining her focus and bringing it up to him.

“May I suck your cock Cal?” She asks around a whine, Austin’s hand on her ass. Rubbing it gently to warm it before he spanks her making her nose scrunch up. She had forgotten her manners for a second time, and his Baby was better behaved than that. Her butt cheek bounces slightly at the force, making his own cock twitch. He loved watching the way her butt jiggled, his hands naturally fell there with her. He looks up to see Cal staring at them both, the blue in his eyes almost swallowed whole by the black of his pupils.

“Y yes Luv you can.” The older man responds, groaning as she takes him into her hand first. He watches as she peers up at him under her lashes, before wrapping her lips around his tip. Moaning softly around him, flicking her tongue across his slit and whimpering. Lapping at him before she squeezes around his girth, slowly pumping her hand around him. A resounding groan coming from the tallest’s mouth, the wet suction making his stomach spasm.

“Fuck Vee...feels so good Luv.” He mutters, hips jerking up into her more. His hand pulling her hair up out of her face slightly. Other hand coming up to cup her jaw, brushing his thumb over her hollowed cheek. Austin smiles as he watches them, undoing his jeans and pushing them down. Callum moans lowly as Vera takes him farther into her mouth. She bobs her head slowly, whining around him. The blond walks towards the closet, grabbing the box of toys. Stepping back out to see Callum’s hand curled in her hair, grip gentle but slightly commanding. Hips jerking up into her mouth slightly, moans falling from his lips. The men both share a look, the older looking down at the girl. Before he gently pulls her off, listening to her whimper. Her mouth chasing him slightly before Austin is stepping over all of the way.

“Come on Baby...gonna let Cal get a taste of that pretty pussy. Goes on and on about how much he loves giving.” Austin says, tapping her butt gently with two of his long fingers. The signal seeming to register for her, her hand letting go of Callum’s cock. Looking up at her Dom before she slowly moves to shimmy up the bed. Austin humming softly to show his approval, before he looks at Callum standing there with his cock out drooling beads of precum.

Callum looks between them, his length jerking as she tugs her panties down her thighs. Austin taking them from her and setting them off to the side. Her core already wet, glistening slightly in the low light of the bedroom. Making his mouth water a little bit as he looks at her and then her center again. Austin had told him how good she tasted once when they were drinking, the alcohol making his tongue looser. Callum would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it a few times now, wondering if Austin was messing with him or not.

“She might not last long...hasn’t cum in almost six days now. Isn’t that right Kitten?” Vera nods a bit and bites her lip as she looks at Cal, the shame in her pretty green orbs making him curious. The flush on her cheeks beginning to creep down her neck and chest. Her pink nipples hard against her breasts, standing to attention and begging for affection. Soft milky skin holding freckles, stretch marks across her hips and breasts making him want to trace his tongue across them.

“Why’s that?” Callum asks kneeling up on the edge of the bed, hand wrapping around her ankle. Tugging her closer and watching her legs fall apart for him more. Her soft center enticing him, making his cock throb and mouth water again. Looking up at Austin question, seeing him staring down at the redhead with a little smirk.

“What did you do Baby?” Austin asks, pulling out a bottle of lube just in case. Looking at Callum’s cock definitely had him questioning if his Baby would be able to take him. Vera bites on her lower lip as she stares at him, embarrassment and a little bit of shame heavy in her eyes. He clears his throat and raises an eyebrow again, watching as Callum waits for the go ahead.

“I I teased Daddy at a party...and back talked him…then came without permission.” She whispers, shame in her tone. The blond hums softly as he leans down to kiss her. Cupping her jaw and squeezing gently, puffing her lips out slightly. The tightness that was starting in her shoulders lessening with each press of Austin against her. His fingers gently brushing across her cheek, listening to the little exhale she releases.

“Color Baby?” Austin asks as he looks down at her, brushing his hand over her forehead and to her hair. Her eyes coming up to his slowly, breathing deeply as she turns her head a bit. The blond seeming to know what she wants, brushing his thumb across her plush bottom lip.

“Green Daddy.” She whispers before wrapping her lips around his thumb, eyes closing for a moment. Grounding herself for a moment, the reminder of her behavior last week making her feel a spasm of sadness. Remember how disappointed her Dom had been with her, her ass stinging for the entire next day anytime she sat down. She could handle the not cumming, she could handle the spanks, but the disappointment in her Dom’s voice had been what broke her.

“But you’ve taken your punishment very well Baby...now let Cal taste you. Let him see God.” She nods a bit and looks at the older man, emerald orbs soft and pliant for him. Excitement mixed with nervousness behind his eyes before he looks at the way she’s trusting him. Making his stomach twist and curl, feeling himself fall into that roll. Not entirely sure where he fits in the categories that Austin and Vera do, but knowing he wants to be good for both of them. Austin watching them both for a moment, sliding his thumb from Vera’s lips.

“You’re a good girl aren’t you?”

“Yes Cal.” He hums softly and leans down between her legs. Brushing his nose against her’s softly, before he’s leaning in and kissing her. Lips brushing together, letting out a soft moan as his hands glide down her sides. Moving his mouth down her jaw to lick over her throat, knowing ‘no visible marks’ is one of Austin’s rules. He wraps his lips around one of her nipples, sucking and nipping at the peak of it. Listening to the responding moan come from her mouth, her hands staying on the sheets.

“Look so pretty laid out like this for us, gonna let Cal take what he wants? Gonna be a good girl? Just like you always are for me.” Austin asks as he sits down by the girl’s head, running his hand over the top of her head. Watching as Callum makes his way down Vera’s body, licking across the skin on her belly. Kissing at her hip bones and sucking a mark into her skin, before moving further down between her thighs. A soft moan slipping from his lips as he sees how wet she is, large thumbs pulling her lips apart. Watching as her little hole squeezes around nothing, leaking down between her cheeks.

“Such a pretty pussy Baby.” He tells her, before flattening out his tongue and lapping up her core. Vera moans softly and tilts her head to look up at her Dom. Austin runs his thumb down her lips, before she sucks it into her mouth again. He smiles softly as she moans when Callum sucks her lips into his mouth. The man between her thighs holding her close to himself, sucking and lapping at her hungrily.

“Does it feel good Baby?” She nods a bit and lets her eyes flutter shut, fingers gripping the sheets. Callum groans against her as he wiggles his tongue between her folds. His arms wrapping around her thighs to pull her closer to himself. Big hands splaying across her ribcage before he brings one hand up to pinch at one of her nipples.

“She’s got a good pussy huh Cal?” Austin asks smiling smugly as he looks down at his friend. Watching the way his friend flattens his tongue and licks up her center. Before he’s pulling away from her for a second, his cheeks a ruddy pink color. Wetness coating around his mouth, down to his chin, his fingers rolling her nipple like he doesn’t realize it. Vera whimpering around Austin’s thumb, her thighs quivering over the black haired man’s shoulders.

“Mhm so sweet.” He agrees accent having gone thicker with his own arousal, looking up to see the girl’s body tightening. Fingers gripping the blankets a little tighter as she concentrates on Austin’s thumb in her mouth. One of his hands leaning her body to pull her fingers into his hair, before he’s burying his face back between her thighs. Sucking at her clit, his hand coming down to sink two fingers into her. The squelch loud and obscene between her legs, Austin’s cock giving a kick in his briefs.

“P please Daddy.” She whispers hoarsely, thighs tensing next to the oldest’s head again. The blond’s thumb resting against her plump bottom lip now. Pulling down slightly and listening to the shuddery breath she lets out. Her eyes watering a bit as she holds on, moaning as her walls spasm around Callum’s thick digits. His fingers scissoring inside of her to push his tongue between them, nose rubbing against her aching clit.

“Not yet, hold it. Let Cal enjoy it.” The girl whimpers softly, hips jerking slightly. Austin brings his hand down to her core, starting to rub her clit in tight circles. Callum humming as he goes to push his tongue inside of her, feeling the way she spasms again. Her lower back arching up off of the mattress slightly, heels digging into his shoulders a bit. Stomach sucking in as she feels the pleasure zinging up her spine, almost becoming overwhelming.

“Please please please Daddy I I can’t please.” She begs brokenly, her stomach clenching while her thighs try to close again. Trying to hold it, not wanting to disappoint either of the men giving her attention. Her fingers clutching at Callum’s hair tightly as tears well up in her eyes, muscles quivering. Looking up at Austin pleadingly, the Dom humming softly as he watches her. Finger tips able to feel how her clit is pounding with her thudding heart beat.

“I dunno...what do you think Cal?” Austin asks looking down at his best friend. Seeing the way his lips are wet, chin matching in a gleam. Fingers pushed back inside of her, thrusting and gliding across her sweet spot on every stroke. His lips meeting her thigh, nipping gently and feeling how her muscle shakes harder. Whimpers coming from her throat in a steady stream, her pretty eyes leaking down her cheeks.

“Mm I think she can do better.” He responds, a soft cry leaves her lips. Callum pressing kisses to her inner thighs again, looking at the way her core has flushed to a deep pink color. Her hole clenching around his fingers tighter as she borderline sobs above him. Leaking around his digits, creating a little puddle under her butt. His mouth sliding down to lick, lapping between her cheeks and dragging up farther.

“P please please I can’t Daddy please I can’t hold on. Please wanna be good please.” She whimpers, the younger man nods knowing how close she is. Austin’s fingers beginning to add a little more pressure and speed to her bundle of nerves. Looking down at Callum, nodding gently, letting the older take this moment of control. Wanting Vera to know she can trust that the black haired man will get her there.

“You can cum Luv.” Callum tells her, Austin pulling his fingers from her clit for Callum to wrap his lips around. A string of gasps leaves her mouth as she releases, hips arching slightly. He rides her through her high, moaning as she clenches around him. The wet sound coming from her center louder now as he thrusts his fingers into her harder. Dragging out her orgasm and groaning against her as she tugs his hair harder in her dainty fist. Austin bringing a hand down to grip himself over his briefs, watching the pair of them.

“That’s it my good girl, cumming all over Cal’s tongue like that.” Austin murmurs, leaning down and kissing her softly. Callum moans before Austin is tugging him up, getting a groan from the taller man at the grip in his hair. Pushing at his bigger body slightly to get him to cover Vera better, little quivers racking her system. Her cheeks tinted a deep red color, sweat in her hairline, lips spit slick.

“Go on...she likes the taste of her pussy.” He says, the black haired man raises a brow before leaning down and kissing the girl. She lets out a soft moan, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Making him groan softly, length jerking between them. Resting against her belly button, tip drooling down onto her skin. Her hand falling from his hair to hold onto his shoulder, whimpering softly as she lays there. Thighs splayed open around his waist, while he grinds forward just a little bit.

“Put it in.” He murmurs, kissing down her jaw and nipping lightly. She reaches between them, whimpering quietly as his tip slides through her folds. Vera arches her hips towards him, biting on her lower lip. Before he pushes his tip into her slowly, moaning quietly. Austin watching them both closely, trying to make sure she isn’t hurting at all. Eyeing the lube, watching the way Callum sits up a little more. One hand on her waist while the other holds his cock, only a third of the way buried inside of her. Pulling out until just his tip is buried inside of her, before he’s pushing back in slowly.

“Fuck...such a tight pussy.” Callum groans, hips jerking towards her just a little bit at the tight squeeze. The older man’s cheeks flushed a deep red all the way down to his chest, tips of his ears burning. Austin watching Vera’s face again, her eyes blown wide as she watches Callum above her.

“Color baby? Cal just wait a minute.” The black haired man freezes as he waits, panting softly as he looks down at her. Worried he’s hurt her, Austin shifting as he sees the far away look in her eyes. Bringing his hand up to brush across her lower lip, her eyes darting over to him.

“G green Daddy.” She whispers, voice sounding soft and small. Her muscles completely lax under Callum, the blond nodding for the other man to keep going. Watching as he rocks slowly inside of her, sinking in a little more with every in stroke. Austin brushing his thumb across her lower lip again, her lips wrapping around his thumb to suck lazily. Moaning lowly at the stretch of the Brit inside of her, her hips lifting a bit.

“Bet it feels good huh Baby? Tight little pussy around his cock.” The blond says softly, she whimpers in her throat nodding her head. Before Callum pushes up onto his knees more, lifting her hips up. Digging his thumbs into her pelvic bone and grinding forward all of the way. His eyes trailing up her body and feeling his length jerk. Before starting to rock his hips, dragging her body towards him more. Her lower half propped up on his knees as he moves her like a rag doll. Vera moans as he knocks into her g-spot quickly, she tilts her head towards her Dom.

“P please Daddy.” She whispers, gently touching his length through his boxers. Cock achingly hard, a wet patch having formed where he’s been steadily leaking. He hums softly and looks down at her, dragging his damp thumb across her cheek. Spreading a streak of spit over her skin, watching her eyelashes flutter. Callum moaning as he rocks into her at a steady pace, his paws of hands gripping her tighter.

“What do you want kitten?” He questions, her eyes flutter closed as Callum rams into her sweet spot harder now. Jaw dropping slightly as her walls spasm around him, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. Clit pulsing dully between her thighs, one of Callum’s hands coming up to pinch and pull at a nipple. His head tipping forward while his shoulders hunch a bit at the pleasure coursing through his system.

“Y your cock please...want it in my mouth.” She breaths, arching her back and looking up at him. Austin bites his lip slightly and tugs his boxers down tucking them beneath his balls. Rising up on his knees better to shuffle closer to her face, watching her eyes open to look at him. Letting his length rest on her lips, she gasps softly. Body jostling with the black haired man’s thrusts, her walls squeezing around him tightly at the harsh hit to her sensitive walls.

“Fuck Vee.” Callum mumbles as he lifts her hips into him more, moaning louder. She lets her eyes close briefly as she wraps her lips around Austin’s tip. Laving her tongue over his wet skin, tasting his precum and whimpering at the familiarity. The blond moaning quietly and gently running his fingers through the top of her hair. She sucks on him harder, moaning around him while her hand pumps at him lazily. Callum pushing into her a little harder, groaning at the tight squeeze. His eyes squeezing shut as his head falls forward again, chin almost touching his chest.

“Fuck...fuck I’m gonna cum.” He gets out between clenched teeth, opening his eyes and watching himself push in and out of her. Length glistening in the light, before he’s bringing his thumb down to rub her clit. Vera letting out a shocked sound as her lower stomach clenches up at the added pleasure. Before she’s pulling off of Austin with little panting whines coming from her. The pressure from Callum’s hand pushing her into the bed slightly, his body becoming heavier with his impending release.

“D Daddy...I’m gonna, please I’m gonna cum.” She breaths, hand squeezing around his girth. Austin moaning softly as he watches her eyes flutter shut. He looks down to see Callum’s hips stuttering into her, his jaw dropped. Air puffing from his mouth raggedly as he whines, toes curling where they’re tucked behind himself. The sound of their skin meeting becoming louder with each subsequent movement from the Brit. His large hand squeezing her breast a little tighter, needing to ground himself in some way.

“Gonna fill her up Cal? She loves being fucked and filled. Don’t you Baby?” Austin asks as he looks down at his Sub, admiring her red cheeks. She nods slightly, jaw dropped open as she moans breathlessly. Callum making a debauched sound, as high pitched as his deep voice can go. Slamming into her harder now, chasing that pleasure that’s making his balls tense up. Pulling tighter to his body as he fights that edge of falling over.

“P please Daddy.” Vera begs quietly, thighs dropping into the bed more. Spreading her pelvis and seeming to let Callum slam deeper into her. The oldest man presses his hand into the lower part of her stomach. Angling his hips and ramming into her sweet spot, getting high pitched sobs to come from her throat. Walls squeezing around him tighter, getting his length to twitch. His resolve breaking as he feels the way she’s clamping down on him, making it hard for him to pull away.

“Fuck fuck yes Baby, fuck.” Callum groans out, body stuttering as he starts to release. Pulling out a little bit before pushing back in, panting lowly. Austin groaning softly as he listens to Vera’s little whimpers. Tears in her eyes as she lays there, overwhelmed but right on the precipice of falling over the edge again. Pleasure curling around her lower spine, tingling all the way out to her toes. A little devious smirk flirting across the blond’s face as he shifts himself next to her ribcage.

“Bet your pussy is so tight right now…isn’t it Baby?” Austin asks as he dips his fingers down again to rub her clit, hearing the way Callum’s breath shudders. Knowing she’s clenching down on him, before he hears Vera’s whimpers. The black hair man’s body twitching with oversensitivity, cock half soft as he kneels there still.

“Please…please Daddy, can I cum?” She asks him, voice hitching when he touches her a clit a little harder. Watching the way Callum’s hips stutter slightly, the man having gone to pull out only for Austin to put a hand on his lower spine to push him back in. The agonized groan coming from the older man making Austin leak down his shaft. Callum’s face lifting to look at him, jaw dropped open with eyes blown so wide barely any blue is visible.

“I think it’s only fair that she cum around you…since you didn’t make her cum before you did.” Callum’s eyes flick up to his best friend’s face again, seeing the look in his eyes. Before he’s groaning at the feel of Vera’s walls spasming around him. Listening as she hiccups and moans for them both, thigh muscles tensing under his touch. His large hands splayed over both now, gripping at the apex of where her thigh meets her pelvis.

“Go ahead and cum Baby…that’s it.” Austin coos as he feels the way her clit throbs against his finger tips. Callum groaning deep in his chest as she spasms around him, squeezing so tight his cock gives a feeble twitch. Her whimpering moans making his head swirl as he watches her come undone. Breathing deeply as Austin’s finger tips slow on her clit, cupping her core gently before Callum is able to slip out of her. Cock slapping his thigh slightly, covered in their combined releases, eyes watching as she leaks his cum.

“Color Baby?” Austin asks her, wanting to bury himself inside of her. Cock aching and throbbing in the open air, positive he’s leaked enough precum to create a puddle. Vera opens her eyes to look up at him, blinking slowly almost like she didn’t hear him. Swallowing thickly while she lays there, Callum’s hands absentmindedly rubbing up her thighs.

“Green…D Daddy…wanna, wanna make you cum too.” Vera tells him, eyes hazy still as she looks up at him. He flicks his eyes down to her’s smiling a bit as he leans down to kiss her slowly, his fingers slipping down to her core. Callum’s breath hitching when he sees the way Austin pushes his release back inside of her. A deep groan resounding in his chest while Vera whimpers softly. Walls squeezing around his slender digits, while Austin just keeps his fingers buried.

“You want my cock stretching you out? Maybe I’ll plug this little pussy up and fuck your ass…or you want me to fuck this messy hole? Fuck I know you like that.” He says against her mouth, moving his lips down to press little kisses to her skin. Before he’s going to shift her around, his body closest to the headboard now. Vera’s head towards the foot of the bed, looking up at Callum with deep green eyes. Pupils blown so wide she almost reminds him of a seal, his large hand coming down to cup her cheek.

“You’re going to be a good girl and clean Cal up…but remember your manners.” Austin states as he gets her body positioned how he wants, her core fluttering around nothing now. She looks up at Callum again, eyes glassy still as she opens her mouth for him. Pink tongue flattening for him to press into her mouth, his stomach spasming. Worried briefly about the blood flow that keeps leaving his head, and if getting hard again would cause permanent damage.

“Oh fucking Christ.” He whispers as he lets her take him into her mouth, feeling the way she moans as Austin pushes into her. Looking up he sees the way Austin is staring down at her, watching her face contort as he grinds himself deep. Long fingers gripping her waist, splaying out to touch as much skin as possible. Feeling stretch marks, soft skin, and little goosebumps forming.

“She really is so good for you.” Callum murmurs, getting the blond man’s eyes to flick up to his face. A smirk playing on his lips just as Vera lets his length go. Cleaned except for the saliva from her mouth, a whimpering moan coming from her. Full body twitch coursing through her at the feel of Austin hitting her g-spot, his hands gliding up her body slowly. Letting her feel the sensations of him, knowing she’s deep in that floaty space right now.

“She’s my best girl…isn’t that right Baby.” Austin hums before he’s bringing his fingers that had been buried inside of her up. Letting her wrap her lips around them, the woman having an affixation to having something in her mouth while he fucked her. Callum gently runs his fingers through her hair before he brings his other fingers up to his mouth. Licking the pads and bringing them to her nipple to twist and roll slowly. Listening to the whining moan come from around the other man’s digits.

“Fuck that’s it Sweetheart…taking my cock so fucking well.” Austin moans, worked up from watching her with Callum, knowing he isn’t going to last long. He pulls her hips up a little more, slamming into her sweet spot on every in stroke. A muffled cry leaving her mouth, he hooks his thumb under her jaw keeping her lips closed.

“Fuck Daddy…” Callum groans as he watches them, not even realizing he’s dropped the name, his eyes transfixed on the way the other man is plunging in and out of her. The slick sound of his length leaving and entering her core making his stomach twist again. The black haired man’s cum clinging to his cock, making it glisten even more in the light.

“Bet you’d like to get fucked wouldn’t you Cal? Bet we’d have you crying by the end of the night.” The blond chuckles as he feels the wetness on Vera’s cheeks as tears begin to streak down. The sub overstimulated from everything that’s happened so far, he slips his fingers from her mouth. Tapping her cheek gently with the pads of his wet fingers, trying to get her attention.

“Color baby?” He slows his hips down slightly, his release tingling down to his toes. Close but wanting to make sure he’s got her checked first. Watching as Callum sits up straighter, looking down at her in slight worry. Not knowing when she’s this deep under that tears are a normal occurrence for her.

“Luv…color?” Callum asks as he gently brushes under her eye making her eyes flutter open slightly. Tears making her eyes shiny, truly making them look like emeralds staring back up at him. Her mouth dropping open on a soundless moan, walls clenching and clamping down on Austin’s length again.

“G green…please, please Daddy.” She whimpers out, looking at Callum but talking to Austin. The blond groaning softly as he starts moving his waist again. Watching the way Callum leans down to kiss her, shuffling back on the bed to suck her tongue into his mouth. Vera moaning as she feels his rough palm curling around her throat. Squeezing slightly and making her walls flutter around Austin’s length. The Dom holding on by a thread, watching the two in front of him with rapt attention.

“That’s it, yea, she loves having a pretty necklace on.” The man groans as he starts rubbing her clit in swift swipes, feeling the way her thighs tense up. Callum still kissing her, enjoying the feel of her plush mouth against his. His fingers squeezing her throat a little more, before a sob trickles up. Muscles locking up, sore and sensitive clit aching and burning in the best way.

“Cum around my cock Baby…fuck Sweetheart…yes, yes fuck.” Austin grunts out as he rocks his hips into her’s a little harder. While she hits her release, her muscles locking up as she squirts out onto his lower stomach. Callum pulling from her lips to look down, moaning at the sight. Watching the droplets drip down the blond’s lower stomach to the trimmed hair on his pubic bone. His hips slamming into her harder chasing his own release now, able to taste it.

“Maybe I’ll let you lick it off of me Cal.” Austin groans as his head tips forward and he presses his hands onto her thighs now. Digging blunt nails into her skin while hauling her closer to himself. His hips lose their rhythm and he’s slamming into her two more times. Raising up slightly while burying as deep as he can, head tipping back in ecstasy.

“Shit…fuck, yes…pussy is so fucking tight.” He grunts out as he shudders through his orgasm. His hands gripping her thighs tightly, panting softly as he stays buried inside of her for a few moments. Vera panting softly on the bed, before Callum is shifting slightly. The full body quivers racking through her making him a little nervous. Watching as Austin leans down and presses his lips to the corner of her mouth. Breathing heavily, skin tinged pink from exertion, sweat making his hair floppy on his forehead.

“Did so well for us Baby…took it so well. Love you so much.” The Dom whispers next to her ear, slowly pulling out of her and listening to her broken whimper. Callum gently running his hand through her hair, not wanting to impede on their moment. Austin presses soft kisses to her jaw, feeling the way she breathes shuddery under him. His hand cupping her core gently, soothing almost as he feels the way she throbs against his fingertips.

“Did…did good for you?” Vera murmurs as she turns her head slightly to look at Callum, Austin pressing his mouth to the underside of her jaw. Looking at him as well and nodding his head a bit. Encouraging him silently to dole out the praise for the Sub, her body boneless under his own. Tears having dried to her cheeks, making them tacky and salty under Austin’s lips.

“Did so well Luv, thank you.” Callum says as he leans down and gently kisses the sub. Austin carefully pulls away, the woman making a soft sound before he’s shushing her gently. The Dom moving to grab a warm wet rag from the conjoined bathroom. Beginning to wipe her down, starting with her face and tear tracks. The smaller looking up at him as he slips his thumb into her mouth for a moment, letting her suck lazily. Eyes fluttering closed as she trusts him to take care of her, to bring all of the parts that shattered back together.

“There we go…can you go grab a Gatorade and a snack for her? The basket on top of the fridge.” Austin says as he looks at Callum, the man nodding his head quickly while he grabs his briefs and is out of the room. The taller hooking his arms under her body to lift her up; bringing her to the bathroom. She uses the restroom before he’s setting her on the counter, brushing her hair back for her. Staying close as she sways in the slightest, a bit lightheaded from the change in positions.

“He’s staying?” She murmurs to him, feeling Austin brushing the skin under her eyes softly. Still under that cloud of haze, enjoying the feel of his hands on her. Bringing her heart rate back down to a normal level, his lips meeting her forehead. Hands massaging her thighs, up to her hips, seeing the finger tip shaped bruises already forming.

“I’ll ask him okay Baby? Did so well for us.” He tells her, pressing a kiss to her head and lifting her back up. Bringing her to the room he checks the bedding to make sure it’s not wet at all. Before he’s tugging the thick comforter down and tucking her in, she makes a soft sound before he’s quieting her again. Brushing her hair back again, grabbing his briefs and sliding them up his thighs. Sitting back down next to the girl, rubbing her neck gently as she lays there.

“I hope this one’s alright, wasn’t sure which one to grab.” Callum says as he comes back in, feeling a little shaky himself. Holding up the apple sauce pouch, looking up to see the couple in the bed together. All of the snacks had been soft, the man assuming it was a purposeful move. Austin nods his head in agreement as he looks up from his girlfriend, curled under the blankets.

“Mhm, that one’s good. Do you want to use the bathroom? And come back out…she wants you to stay…it’ll be good for her, and me honestly. Most likely you too.” Austin says as he looks at the older man, seeing the shock filter across his face before he nods a bit. Handing the two items to the blond before going to the bathroom, coming back out to see Austin half laying next to Vera now. The girl nodding off every now and then, the pouch empty in the trash can next to the bed. Gatorade a third of the way gone, while Austin brushes her hair back from her face gently.

“Drink some of this too.” The other man says as he passes the bottle to the older, the man having slid in on the redhead’s other side. He drinks some of the fruity liquid down before handing it back. Vera reaches for him shyly, gently tugging on him to get his body up against her’s. Callum scooting closer until he’s pressed up against her side snuggly. Bare skin touching, making him realize she’s just in her panties too. Soft cotton compared to the lace from earlier, her chest bare as she holds onto his forearm softly.

“Sweet girl gets snuggly after a scene.” Austin states quietly before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Drinking down the last bit of the Gatorade before he’s tossing it into the trash. Flicking off the lights and looking over to make sure the iPod dock has lit up and started playing the piano music. Humming in content when it does, Vera already essentially asleep on his body. Callum’s arm tucked around her waist, touching Austin’s side softly. He rests his arm over Vera’s head, before he’s running his fingers through Callum’s hair. The three of them quiet as they settle fully into the bed. Sleep overtaking them easily, throughly worn out and spent.

tagging some mutuals who I think might be interested:

@ab4eva @psycheetamore @therealslimshakespeare @optimisticflicker @austinbutlerslovers

[sunmoon-starfactory]

Loads o' Laundry 2.0

2 years after the release of Loads o' Laundry, we now present: Loads o' Laundry 2.0: a much-improved version of the Laundry mod and system!

Several gameplay features have been improved and many annoyances bigger and smaller have been resolved! A large number of new objects have also been added for your enjoyment. Sims 3 and 4 players may see some familiar things... Overall, it represents a marked improvement over the original version.

Furthermore, the Laundry Mod now comes with full language support for Dutch, French and European Portuguese with more coming soon... Edit: Polish has been added!

Before proceeding further, make sure you have the following requirements installed:

Requirements

Easy Lot Check

Easy Inventory Check

Smarter EP Check

Money Globals

Time-out Controller

Fetch Water (water bucket)

Suds 'n Bubbles (for making your own detergent)

Flowing Fabrics (for the fresh outfit)

Various master meshes (see Manual)

A more detailed list of requirements as well as detailed instructions can be found in the Manual.

Gameplay overview and Download links below the cut

Gameplay Overview

Your Sims will now generate laundry if their hygiene is low enough. This requires the Laundry Global Mod (offered separately from the objects) as well as a Laundry-related object being present on the lot.

Sims may store their laundry in a hamper. Sometimes automatically if it's close enough and your Sim is inclined to be neat....

Wash and dry your clothes: a variety of both historic and modern, manual and mechanical ways to wash and dry your laundry are included.

Tired of the laundry piling up? Simply place a "Laundry-Begone-Box" on your lot and your Sims will no longer generate laundry!

Laundry Global Mod

The global mod is the backbone of the laundry system. You will need it in order to have your sims produce laundry. As it is a Global Mod, it is in its own rar. The Laundry Mod also has various trait-related features for you to enjoy:

Support for the Nevernude, Neat and Slob trait

Support for the following custom lifestates: Ghost, Mermaid & SkeleBro

NEW: Support for @anachronisims' Nudist trait

NEW: Hamper magic! If your sims are neat enough, they may automatically put their dirty laundry in the hamper (if there's one in the room)

MAC-compatible!

You need to have the file "SunMoon-Laundry_Hamper_Wicker_Round-REQUIRED" in your folder in order for the global mod to work!

Washers, Dryers, Tubs and Lines

Your Sims may wash their laundry using a wide variety of both manual tubs and modern washers. Both of these require detergent to use. Of course, after your laundry has been washed, you can dry them using either a dryer or a line. Just make sure not to hang your laundry outside on a rainy day. Just a small overview of the features offered:

Laundromat mode: run your own laundromat business at home or on a community lot! Sims will actually wash their dirty laundry! Of course, it works for visiting Sims too!

NEW: @anachronisims Big Spender Trait now effects the likelihood of a Sim using a laundromat machine

NEW: Stock your washer or tub with a detergent of your choice; no longer will you need an entire box of detergent for a small load, now one detergent will last multiple loads!

NEW: 2 extra detergents have been added. You can now choose between a Box or Bottle of detergent, Soap Solution or even a Baggy of Soap Nuts!

NEW: The fabulous @jellymeduza has created a fantastic little ceiling rack for drying your laundry

NEW: Many more washers and dryers straight from the Sims 3 and 4

NEW: Modern laundry detergent vendor. You can still access any laundry product still despite its looks.

Custom sounds and animations: not only does laundry come with custom (Sims 4) animations courtesy of @mortia, there are also some custom sounds!

Color Controller

This set also comes with a "Color Controller". This object allows you to choose the look of not only your newly-spawned laundry, but also how the fabric on your drying lines looks like! Use only ONE per lot.

Bonus

Another new feature is the (optional) support for @lazyduchess Laundry token: players with FT installed, have the option of downloading his laundry mod and getting the same slower motive decay for comfort when changing into different clothes using our fresh outfit object. Players without FT and/or this token will get a small bonus to the comfort motive instead. This is NOT available for MAC-users! You will need the following files from his mod should you want this feature:

ld_BecksLaundryMotiveDecayController

ld_BecksLaundryMotiveDecayToken

Download links

Now for what you have all been waiting for: the download links. REMOVE all old files before updating! File names have been changed!

Download Laundry Global Mod (Required) Download Loads o' Laundry (objects) View Manual

Localization

Added support for Dutch

Added support for European Portuguese - Obrigada @logansimmingwolverine!

Added support for French - Merci @helene2troie !

Partial language support for many other languages has been added in the form of catalog descriptions for Sims 3 and 4 conversions. (NOTE: 3t2 conversions have no Simplified Chinese, 4t2 conversions have no Hungarian. None of them have Thai)

Polish, Russian and Brazilian Portuguese support is currently in progress and should hopefully become available sometime in early 2024

Would you like to have this set fully translated into YOUR language? Don't hesistate to make a translation using the localization strings. Just send it over when you're done and we will add it to the set! (send it via or Discord or PM fireflowersims)

Special credits and thanks: @gayars, @2fingerswhiskey, @picknmixsims, @lazyduchess, @jellymeduza, @logansimmingwolverine, Gaby, @hodgekiss, @mustluvcatz-reloaded, CashCraft, ATS/Sandy, EAxis, all the people who helped to localize The Sims 3 and 4, all our many wonderful Beta testers

[sweatinghoneybee]

I’m so happy this is finally finished! It took awhile to finish but i’m so happy!!

This is just a fanart of a headcanon i have of MC in a transformers fanfic i read in quotev where in the future she becomes a rebel against the senator council and goes threw out Cybertron graffitiing peace protests against the government and puts up hologram posters of facts and the lies that the council puts up to propagandize Cybertron’s population.

Honestly the hardest part on MC’s design is the shoulder and legs wheels cause i’ve never drawn transformers so i was racking my head on how to draw them. And also is it just me but why are transformers helms so hard to draw?!! Like i know it’s a helmet but just kept feeling like i just made them bald. But it’s so much fun trying to draw something that i’ve never tried before and so glad that there’s a concept art for the MC of the story in chapter 18 cause if there aren’t any i’m an absolute goner to draw this!!! And I mostly drew this in the Transformers animated style cause primus save me it would have took me ages of life to draw this in like prime or IDW style (to those who can transformers in that style, i bow to your superior skills cause most people would think that drawing detailed blocks are easy but PITS NOPE!!!)

And i gave little reference on the paint that’s inside the paint spray gun where the colors i referenced to the cover of the fanfic (and i also made MC holding a car spray gun to do her graffiti cause i kind of thought that no one in Cybertron have graffitied yet so for MC to do it in Cybertron like back in her life as a human she uses spray guns that are used to paint cars/alt modes in transformers. And if someone ask on why the spray gun is attached to a hose on MC’s bag thing, the black part of that bag is to storage paints so like the bags used by graffiti artists that i found and the red bottom part of the bag is an air compressor thing like it’s used in car spray gun but in a more portable size. And honestly not sure if i should call it bag cause, atleast in my headcanon on how MC made her handicraft bag, technically it’s just a metal box that MC found that she attaches a cut hose for the sling and maybe and old used air compressor she fixed cause if I remember correctly bags aren’t a thing in Transformers so i tried to incorporate that). And in the background is actually those colored beats like in videos where each music beats the video shows it as a reference to MC’s love of music (and the blue pink colors are not only referring to MC’s optics but also cause in the fanfic she has the power to open a portal to the void/shadow realm so i was referencing that). And the white lines on the edges of the drawing is a referencing to MC hacking and putting up hologram posters cause i thought that if MC is going to get the truth from the government she will need to be able to hack computer systems and such to get them. And it’s just a tiny detail but the curves inside of Nebula as she swirls behind MC where it’s sharp is a reference that she looks like flowing flames but I didn’t want it to be too obvious so i just decided to make her a flowing blob (cause i thought that that’s what she looks like in the solid world if MC isn’t in the void) shadow with slight sharp angles like how stylized fires look like. Also can someone tell me if there’s a device in Transformers to make hologram posters? Cause I wasn’t sure what it would look like so just made it look like a flat disc in MC’s right servo. And just a headcanon as well, MC’s will absolutely splatter herself with colorful paints as not only as protest against the government that tries to make her to convert to their ideals but also just as a fun self expression where while MC is covered it messy paints it’s also made her beautiful with her confidence on not being afraid to stand out and be different (tho i have a feeling that if Knockout saw her like that he’ll have a spark attack) kind of like a transformer’s version of tattoos and such. The feathers on MC’s helm i intentionally put rainbow colors on them cause i kind of thought that the feathers are holographic so every time MC moves her feathers reflects and changes color. And the reason why i made MC and Nebula surrounded with so many colors is sorta kind like a representation how went from just living by under the rules of Cybertron to taking charge in trying to help Cybertron by doing things that’s different by the standards there and giving color to the lives around her. And i made Nebula with wings as a little nod on her connection with Unicron and i just made her sparkly cause i thought it’ll be pretty hehe~ along with the mismatched mascaras that MC uses cause i just thought it adds abit of that rebellious allure especially since the colors that are used are the shade of the other optic’s color!

Honestly this is one of my favorite drawings i made! I’ve always loved those drawings where monochromatic colors being surrounded by like a rainbow bomb around them, so this drawing is definitely my absolute favorites!

X - X - X - X - X

And also if anyone is curious and wants to read the fanfic that i’ve been rambling above on the fanart i made here’s the link to the fic!

Please give some love to the author of this fic cause they’ve worked really hard to make this incredible well written fanfic that goes in depth on Transformers. And don’t forget to leave a heart on their fic! Like seriously go and give this a read! The plot hasn’t even gotten to the war part of the Transformers and it’s already so good! And to those who want a various x reader fic where the relationship goes deeper then just characters falling in love without context, this is a fic for you simping boos out there!

[noicevibes]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬, oo. 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐳𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐫

Time is not prejudiced. It gives and takes as the ordinance of life sees fit. Time begets loss and fear, but it also spawns warmth. After centuries worth of time having passed for you, you learn that time also sires impatience, and does not wait for a lost soul to find their way. Time carries on, and flows likes the current of a river. Ironically, so, too, does blood.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • jing yuan x reader, blade x reader, dan heng & reader (no pronouns used this chapter)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • 18+ (mdni), no explicit smut but suggestive & insinuative; partially beta'ed.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 • can be read as a gn!stand-alone fic! • extended lifespan reader; reader is the records’ master for the Seat of Divine Foresight; allusions to ptsd. • this chapter is introductory and is meant to be vague toward the true plot... the real story begins in the official first chapter. • this originally had a different title, "it ain't the heat, it's the humility" before being reformatted for the series.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 • seat of divine foresight npcs, yanqing

𝐰𝐜 3.1k

zephyr -> a soft, gentle breeze.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 • 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬' 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

It didn’t matter where you’d tried taking refuge. Your apartment, or your friends’; the streets of the Luofu, or the various fountains littering them; the Exalting Sanctum’s new little dessert parlour with the delicious ice treats, or the sparse number of trees along the way to it. Shelter is far and few, you’d been quick to learn, and none of them with enough of the protection you’d been hoping to find since two days ago when the heatwave began.

It’s hot. Too hot. Too hot for your thoughts to thread themselves into proper sentences whilst on auto-pilot. No, it takes your entire conscious focus for you to even complain about the heat, and even that works up a sweat. It’s disgusting. I’m disgusting, you remind yourself as another thick bead of sweat rolls down your neck and into your shirt. So gross. No matter how many cool showers you’d taken that only had your water bill racking up in dues, no matter how popsicles you’d indulged in, or how many times you’d stared at one of the public fountains in longing and wished it could be a public pool, instead, there’d still been no means to an end when it’d came to such brutal weather.

In your many decades of life, you don’t recall it ever being this hot aboard the Xianzhou Luofu. Perhaps the Sky-Faring Commission might have a little historical insight on record temperatures, but putting your curiosity aside, looking into something like that to try and distract yourself from the current temperature? The thought exhausts you.

This only leaves you with one other option, one you’ve left as your absolute last resort, one you know will free you from the pain and suffering plaguing the Luofu and instead, tethering you to another kind of pain— returning to your post within the walls of the Seat of Divine Foresight, where the cooling system had shut down due to overheating. When it did, you conveniently disappeared without a word. Now that it’s fixed, really, you have no excuse to not return to your post.

It’s just unfortunate that it’d dawned on you two days later, the fact that you never told anyone there, including the Arbiter-General you worked directly alongside. You didn’t tell him, either, that you’d abruptly chosen to go absent without any official leave taken on account of the weather.

How does he do it? Those thick, tight clothes, that heavy armour, his thick, heavy hair— in this heat? He must have been suffering, too, you realize much too late. And I left my post and all of my work for him to… Crap.

Your pace quickens, your agility proving surprisingly capable today as you weave in and out and around the crowds littering the Exalting Sanctum until you’re finally able to break into a run. Why is it so busy today?! Why are they all out in the sun?! Are they insane?! Have they all collectively been struck by mara?! Go find shade or shelter! Maniacs! Get out of my way!!

“Chiyan!” you shout from the other end of the dock, not only startling the messenger of the Divine Foresight, but the patrons passing behind you.

Chiyan huffs, shaking his helmeted head at you as you approach.

“And here I thought you’d quit,” he dares to muse during your heat-inspired bad mood.

Nearly gasping now, you tug at the neck of your shirt to puff air down it. “I do not have the energy to tell you off right now, so move it.”

“Yeah, I bet I can guess why. You look…” He just shakes his head again. “Anyway. You’ve got great timing.”

“T-The cooling system is working again, right? That was true?”

“Should’ve placed money on that bet,” he grumbles. “That’s right. The Seat of Divine Foresight is back to its former, air-conditioned glory.” He steps aside. “Please, after you. Go on— go enjoy working in comfort, and out of this heat.”

You nod once, extremely curt with the gesture, and without guilt when you speak your farewell.

“Yeah. I will. See ya.”

For decades, you’ve said this, sworn this, but after the hell you’d gone through over the past fourty-eight hours, you now promise to never complain about the colder seasons, nor take for granted the refreshing chill they brought aboard the Luofu. You can simply throw more layers on then, but in the summer? Not like I can peel off my skin to cool down.

The noise of relief you make upon the doors of the Seat of Divine Foresight shutting behind you is loud, borderline obnoxious, and, if your coworkers were any kind of honest about it, downright pornographic. They quickly avert their eyes and return to their work and their conversations before you can catch their stares.

The difference between the temperature of this room versus even the hallway leading to it is painfully staggering. It seems like they’ve chosen to completely divert the path of the cooling system to the main chamber, you note, glancing up and around you. It’s probably only until they can fix the entire system, but it looks like even the employees of the smaller offices are working here today.

To your disappointment, so is the General. And it’s your bad fortune that it isn’t his usual hologram self.

Despite being on the complete other end of the room, he notices you right away, and the two of you lock gazes. His conversation with Qingzu ends with an abrupt raise of his hand and a brief apology— she bows away, descending the staircase to join Yong Hai and Yong Nian.

I suppose it’s time to play it on thick, you think, before clearing your throat with a harsh cough.

“General,” you call out in exasperation, voice echoing across the hall as you exaggeratedly stagger past the guards with a wave of greeting. “Generaaaaal.” They bow in return, a little too low to be considered a normal sign of respect for someone in your modest position, until you hear a snicker slip out from under one of their helmets and realize they’d been trying to hold in and hide their laughter. You pause, lips parting as if to speak, but you keep in character.

“General Jing Yuaaaaaan.”

From his spot atop the helm, Jing Yuan smiles small and sweet at your dramatic, child-like display put on just for him— the fact that the rest of the chamber gets to experience it for themselves today makes them lucky, as there are only two instances where you, the Divine Foresight’s - normally - dutiful records’ master would display yourself like this. The first instance is just this— you’ve done something wrong and at the very least, you know what it is and are now hoping that sucking up to the boss will help you work it out. The second instance? The circumstances aren’t so different. But it takes place in the privacy of your shared abode, instead of his office.

Your trudging across the floor of the massive strategy-slash-starchess board is squeaky, the soles of your shoes catching on the smooth tiling until you reach the General.

“General Jing Yuan,” you whine, still bothering to salute to him. “It’s hot.”

He chuckles, tucking his arms behind his back as he moves to descend the staircase closest to you to reach you.

“I figured that could be the only explanation behind your sudden disappearing act,” he says, still smiling. “Two whole days you were gone! Imagine my surprise when it’d been Qingzu to tell me of your absence and not you.”

You, you easily infer of him, My partner. Not just my subordinate.

You’ve heard from other outworlders and their testimonies that relationships between mortals in comparison to relationships between those with extended lifespans greatly differ. The flow of time is easily the heaviest hitter— average mortal lifespans range between eighty to one-hundred years old. As life expectancy goes for most those aboard the Xianzhou Luofu, each calendar days’ time differs, too— mortals, Foxians, and those native Xianzhou all have different clocks that tick within them.

Being on the "older" side of the spectrum of age immortality, you tend to fall into dissimilar habits, as opposed to the ones your aging friends do, such as forgetting to send a message back to someone, or informing them of an absence?

Unfortunately, this is why the Arbiter-General still smiles at you, why his response had been just barely teetering on passive aggressive. You know you haven’t heard anything bad from him yet, that the only reason you’ve yet to be chastised as a repeat offender is because the room remains full of other Divine Foresight employees. To the General, you aren’t just one of his most trusted allies. You’re also his lover. And to not know where and not hear from his lover even once within fourty-eight hours after existing together for so many years, you realize that you’d be agonizing over it, too.

Immediately, the act drops, your eyes widening down at your feet.

Oh, god. That’s definitely so much worse than me not saying anything as his subordinate.

“Jing Yuan.” Lip pinched between your teeth, you look to him and muster as much of an apologetic look as you can. “I’m sorry.”

A dark eyebrow raises at you inquisitively. “For?”

You bite back a huff—you already know what for. So, you decide to list everything but what he wants to hear.

“For disappearing without a word to anyone. For not requesting time off first. For not finishing my duties before leaving. For abandoning my post for two days.” To hide the smirk that’d begun to twitch onto your face at the sight of his expression growing more and more stolid, you bow your head, similar to the guards at the entrance to the chamber. “I’m sorry, General.”

He hums, and not thoughtfully. Strangely, you no longer feel his eyes on the back of your head, and by the time you raise it to find out why, you see him stalking back up to the helm.

His timing couldn’t be more perfect when a loud, mechanical groan suddenly sounds throughout the room.

“Ah!” Jing Yuan exclaims, seemingly agreeing with your wordless sentiment— he peers down at you where you stand steeping in your petulance. “The second stage of the cooling system must have kicked in. Friends,” he calls across the hall. “I do believe you should be able to return to your original chambers now; no need to linger and loiter around here any longer. In fact, how about you all take an extra break today? Starting now. A gift, on account of this weather, of course.”

Thanks and bows of appreciation are quick to be thrown to the helm where the Arbiter-General stands; unfortunately for you, your coworkers have never been ones to stare a gift horse in the mouth, and flee out the doors as quickly as they’d earlier arrived. Maybe you had no trouble playing with the General, but they’d wanted no part whatsoever in it— the look Qingzu throws over her should at you as the last person to leave confirms this.

Ah. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so petty, after all.

The sound finally settles into a dull hum, barely noticeable over the doors to the chamber slamming shut.

“Those were a lot of apologies,” Jing Yuan points out. Looking to the helm, you find him wearing a perfect poker face. “Are you sure you didn’t miss a couple?”

You sigh at him, hands on your hips now.

“You already know that I did, and you know that I did it on purpose, too.”

He matches your attitude with the crossing of his arms.

“And?”

“… and I’m sorry if I made you worry by not telling you where I’d gone,” you mumble.

“What was that, dear?”

Your cheeks burn. “I’m sorry if I made you worry. I didn’t mean to not tell you. I know that with this whole… Stellaron thing, you might’ve been busy. I didn’t want to distract you by telling you I wasn’t feeling well.”

“______. I’d want to know if you got even a paper cut.”

You can’t help yourself when a laugh bubbles up and out of your throat.

“We both agreed that we wouldn’t let things like this affect how we perform our duties, right? This is a perfect instance of that agreement; I asked you to set these boundaries with me for a reason.”

“Reporting on our well-being is much different than perhaps sending the other a picture of what we ate for lunch.” He scratches at his chin. “Although, I did want to send you what I had for mine today. I would have liked to have shared it with you.”

“Jing Yuan…” Quickly, you clamber up the steps to stand before him. “I love you with every fibre of my being. I promise not to do something so thoughtless like this again, but please… I need you to properly honour our agreement. I don’t want to have to afford anymore missteps in this lifetime. Not after… no… I-I can’t. Never again.”

To either side of your face, the General’s hands rise, claiming them in his cool palms. You sigh, your own coming up to hold them to you.

“You were on the front lines for a long time, ______,” Jing Yuan reminds you. “Even before the incident. And when we live as long as we do, the memories won’t simply fade away with time.

“I understand how you feel, exactly how you feel. And when I say to you what I am about to say, please know that I don’t wish to diminish or dismiss those feelings, either.” He thumbs your cheeks, pulling you closer into him, lips ghosting the crease between your brows and smoothing it down with his affection. “Even when I don’t hear from you, you are always on my mind. And for as long as we’ve been together, that has never changed. If you ever find yourself burdened by those feelings, I wish to share the load with you. Paper cuts and all.”

“Even over something as silly as my impromptu two day vacation…?”

“Fu Xuan did mention there’d been a nice breeze over at the Divination Commission, last I spoke to her. If only my love didn’t forget about me in their search for some shade… Surely, I could have invented some reason to send you over there…”

“Ah, so a guilt trip and not a work trip, then, huh?”

“No, not at all.” You shoot a playfully disapproving glance to the man. For a moment, he simply stares back, his one unshielded eye sparkling with obvious mischief. Little warning is given when he steps toward you again, hands reclaiming their rightful place at your waist. Fingers curl into the loops securing your belt and tug your hips to meet his.

Your cheeks instantly heat at the contact, at the knowing glance he dares to send you at such close range.

“You know,” he says, breath fanning your face. “We could always try building up a different kind of sweat— you know. To take your mind off the heat.”

Jing Yuan doesn’t give you a chance to answer, instead sliding his one hand from your side to curl beneath your right ass cheek and hoist you up into the air. Instinctively, you’d raised your legs to curl around his middle as he’d turned to carry you toward his seat. If this is my punishment, I accept it gratefully and gracefully, you think, almost dizzyingly.

“That break you sent the others on was more for you than it was for them, wasn’t it?” you ask him, hand curled around his neck as he lowers you onto the cushion. Without missing a beat and with a single hand, Jing Yuan’s fingers are deft to remove your belt and unbutton your trousers.

“Naturally, they assume their “dozing general” merely wants to take another nap…” He taps your thigh, encouraging the lift of your bottom. You shift your weight into your palms and rise, and he removes your pants to rest around your ankles. “… or that I’ll be reprimanding you.”

“I suppose it’s a relief that they’re aware you don’t pick favourites around here. Well, the exception being Yanqing. He’s everyone’s favourite, after all.”

“Not yours, I’d hope?”

“Definitely mine.”

“And why not me?” Still hovering above you, he bends over to nose at your throat— you shudder, unable to stop yourself. “Considering how I have you… and how I’m about to have you. Tell me that I’m not your favourite?”

You scoff lightly at him, even when he presses kisses deep into your throat, strong against your jawline, and gently against your lips.

“W-With how long you insist on teasing me like this…? W-Who likes a hot dinner served cold—” you’re cut off by his tongue prodding against your lips; you part them, eagerly, hungrily, the joke about eating somehow making the craving to have him have you even stronger, more obnoxious the more he makes you wait.

He is barely gentle now, showing little restraint in how his tongue plunders the inside of your mouth. Jing Yuan is a giver and a taker, of pleasure and of oxygen— your gasps are sharp, not being given a chance to breathe, a chance to win whatever battle he’d entered with you. “Jing Yu—” the butterflies that swim in the pit of your stomach are traitorous in his repetition; they know how good he makes you feel, strictly in the way he takes your breath away with each kiss, each suckle and swirl of his tongue around yours, each stroke of his calloused hands sliding to grip the fat of your thighs, and they make you weaker and weaker with each ministration.

With a final swipe of his wet muscle across your spit-soaked and kiss-numbed lips, he draws away, eyes lidded and panting.

“G-General Jing Yuan,” you rasp almost chidingly. Your hand is quick to brace him away from you; he chuckles at your weak attempt, instead returning it to where it once kept you entirely upright. You huff, every inch of your skin flaming and dewy with a thin layer of sweat. I just finally cooled down, too…

“You’re going to need that there,” he tells you, rising to his full height. He tugs on his own trousers to give them a generous amount of slack before kneeling down before you, nestled between your already shaking thighs. “We still have twenty minutes, after all. You’d better get comfortable.”

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Word count: 2600+

Warnings: just some angst and then fluff, nothing that would need a special warning

Jeez.. I rewrote the first half of this chapter so many times I can't anymore. I started with the chapter that had 1400+ words and look where we ended up. It took me four days to get it into current version. I really wonder what was flowing in my system that I wrote such a misserable first draft. Maybe I just skipped coffee. Hopefully it finally makes sense😮‍💨

Part XXVIII | Part XXX

Lucien didn't come back after talking with Tamlin. You asked him about the fox boy, but he only muttered that something happened and he had to return to human lands. It was disappointing since you hoped he would stay a bit longer. You liked his cheerful nature and a seemingly endless number of stories.

Without mentioning the conversation they certainly had in the two hours they spent outside, Tamlin stepped closer and hesitantly embraced you for the first time since he rejected your touch in the morning. He leaned his forehead against yours, searching for something in your eyes, his own full of regret. His thumb caressed your cheek as if he was wiping away the tear that had already dried. Only then he apologised for his previous behaviour and tried to make it up to you with a breathtaking kiss.

You really wondered what had happened between the two because since Tamlin returned he was different. It was hard to explain because it wasn't any palpable change, more like a feeling, though it was there. If he was loving and tender before, now he was excessively loving and tender. You would bask in his love and care, if you didn't know any better. The sweetness of his acts was tinged with bitterness that settled inside you and grew with each passing day.

Soon the change became more clearer. There was something wrong with him. He could smile, tease you and cuddle with you as much as he wanted, but the nervous energy and tension was always present. At first he was only occasionally drumming with his fingers, but soon enough he started also pacing a lot, often biting his bottom lip and tapping his foot. He was apparently stressed out.

But why? What caused it? As far as you knew nothing had changed in your lives. You continued with your peaceful simple everyday tasks that he seemed to enjoy before. It was nerve-racking. You tried to help him by making him feel comfortable, preparing delicious food and calming teas. You tried everything you could, however nothing worked.

Soon you were left only with a hope and a believe in love that he expressed so often with every no matter how small a gesture. You wanted to believe in him, but it was hard. His nervousness made you feel uneasy and it got worse and worse.

Lucien promised everything would be fine once he talked with Tamlin. In the weakest moments you wished Lucien never mentioned the wedding, that he never came for a visit. You thought that that was the cause of it all.

You even considered to take out the wedding topic once again, so you could reassure him that you didn't and wouldn't expect anything like that from him. That if he hated the idea of being married so much, you were fully content to continue living with him like this, without any official recognition of your relationship. But, in the end, you were too worried about his reaction and rather decided to throw out the whole idea and bury the words like wedding and marriage so deep that nobody would dig them out.

Tamlin obviously had something he'd like to share with you. However, when you gave him an opportunity to say whatever bothered him aloud, he just brushed it away.

"Is everything okay?"

"Perfectly fine," he always replied. Or, "everything is perfect." Those were the only answers he had for you. Perfect. Perfect. He repeated it so often you started to hate the word.

And on top of all your worries, he everyday disappeared for hour or two, sometimes he was gone even for half a day. Of course, it wasn't something bad and you wouldn't mind it if it wasn't so atypical for him. He was free male and High Lord of this court. He had every right to go wherever he wanted, but during the months you lived together, he had never done anything similar. Definitely not on a daily basis and without telling you what he was up to or where to look for him if necessary.

Each day around the same time, he suddenly stood up, said that he's going hunting and he was gone. He never forgot to return with rabbit or something small, but it was his smell that gave out that it wasn't the only activity he engaged in. You smelled freshly cut wood, earth and paint that lingered on his clothes among the other unfamiliar scents you couldn't decipher. When you asked him about it the first time it happened, he only laughed nervously and quickly changed the topic. It was the first and the last time you tried it. Because if he wanted you to know, he would simply answer the question.

Sadness was consuming you piece after piece until you became dull. You tried to hide it from him, to pretend that everything was as perfect as he'd proclaimed. If only you were a skillful liar. He wouldn't notice anything.

Based on his behaviour it was clear that he not only noticed it but also worried about you. His embraces were firmer and kisses more passionate. He never missed an opportunity to tell you how much he loved you. Moreover after disappearing for hours he even started to bring you flowers as an apology. It was his way of trying to cheer you up, to put a smile on your face. What a pity that it didn't work.

And so you were waiting for him to open up to you until you couldn't take it anymore.

It was after the dinner. All day long, it was quite cold and the evening was even colder. In human lands behind the border was already hard winter and even though an eternal spring reigned in this court, the wind blowing from the south brought some of the coldness in.

As usual, you were seated on Tamlin's lap in embrace of his strong arms, silently watching the dancing flames in hearth. Your mind wandered aimlessly from one thought to another, continuously swirling around him, his sudden change and mysterious behaviour.

The words flowed from your lips before you could stop them.

"Could you, please, tell me what's going on?" you asked him calmly in a small voice. You didn't want to fight. You even wasn't angry. You were just tired, completely exhausted and wanted to know the truth regardless of what it was.

His heart skipped a beat and his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He tried to smile. "Nothing. Everything is perfectly fine, love."

You sighed and began to pull away. His embrace tightened, holding you in the place.

"Hey.. Love, where are you going?" he asked lowly, a hint of pain in his voice.

"If you don't want to tell me what's going on, I-" you weren't sure what you wanted to say. You didn't want to give up on him, push him around or give him ultimatum, but this already hurt. And a lot. The uncertainty was slowly killing you.

"Please, don't," he pleaded, tugging you to his broad chest. The tips of his claws slid out, pricking your skin a bit painfully. He was desperate. "Just give me little more time and I will explain everything. For now, just believe in me. Please. I love you so much. I swear it's nothing bad. Really. I actually hope you will like it once you see it. Please.."

You sighed, thinking about it. "Fine," you said at last.

"Just a few more days, love. I know it's already so hard for you, but please, have a little more patience with me," he reassured you again and kissed the crown of your head.

And he did as he promised.

Hardly a week passed since that evening. You were in the kitchen, washing some forest berries that you collected in the morning, when Tamlin returned after two hours of being who-knows-where with a beaming smile. He strolled to you and hugged you from behind, placing a ticklish kiss on the column of your neck followed by gentle nip. Resting his chin on your shoulder he peeked down on your hands.

"What is my pretty little rose doing?" he cooed to your ear happily.

"I thought I would tried to bake a berry pie," you murmured, still not looking at him. You occupied yourself by placing the clean berries on already prepared dough in the baking form.

"Hmm," he kissed the sensitive spot under your ear. "It sounds amazing. How can I help?"

"I'm almost done. Just to bake it."

"Fantastic," he laughed and waited until you placed the last berry and wiped your hands. Then he snapped his fingers. Cake was baked right in front of you. "I think now it's done."

"Tamlin.."

He turned you around and before you could say anything more he kissed you deeply. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring. Fingers of one of his hands threaded through your hair on the nape of the neck, supporting your head, the other hand travelled down your body and settling on your hip squeezed lightly. When he pulled away, he licked his lips and growled contentedly.

"Love, do you remember when I asked you for a few more days?"

"Yes, I do," you hummed, your head still spinning as an aftermath of his actions.

"It's over. I'm ready to show you. If you still want to know, of course."

You immediately agreed and Tamlin smirking winnowed you to the edge of the forest near his manor. He took your hand in his, squeezing it firmly.

"Would you take a walk with me?"

"And where are we going?"

He just laughed. "You will see soon, my love."

And so you followed him. As soon as you walked past the last of the trees, you got a view of his entire estate. You stopped in awe. Even from a far you could see the change. Gardens were clean and freshly planted, facade of the manor was repaired and painted, new windows reflected sunlight.

Your heart sank and you instantly felt sorry that you ever doubted him.

"Is this where you've been going all that time?" you whispered to the wind, tears stinging your eyes.

"Lucien helped a great deal, but I had to make sure everything will be perfect," he grinned down at you and tucked a strand of hair that had come loose from the braid, back behind your ear. "What do you think?"

"It looks much better now. I mean it's beautiful." You swallowed hard and turned to him. "I'm so sorry, Tamlin. I-"

He sealed his lips over yours, silencing you. His kiss was sweet and deep, but he didn't hurry with it, enjoying every second of it. By the time he pulled away, you were weak in your knees, only his arms around your waist still held you upright.

"I am sorry, my love. I wanted it to be a surprise, so I couldn't tell anything. I made you worried and sad because of that. I hope you could find it in yourself to forgive me."

You just shook your head, inhaling his scent and gently drawing circles on his back. You rested your head over his heart and the two of you stood there for some time holding each other, admiring the scenery. Then Tamlin took your hand once again and led you down the hill to the manor. He gave you a tour, starting in spacious gardens and then proceeded inside, showing you different sitting rooms, halls, ballrooms, picture gallery, dining rooms, kitchen and library and at last he showed you some of the smaller bedchambers.

After hours of walking around, at last he took you to the biggest bedchamber that occupied entire top floor. It was a bright complex of connected rooms with up to ceiling windows leading to a private balcony and furnished with light-coloured furniture with a lot of small details.

First you walked into a sitting room with a big hearth and a set of sofas and armchairs placed near it. In one corner of the room was a bookcase full of old looking books, in another was a small counter with everything necessary for making a tea. The room was simply furnished, yet elegant, plants and amounts of blankets and small pillows added to the overall cosy atmosphere that reminded you of your cottage.

Next to it was an actual bedroom. A large bed with cream-coloured sheets dominated to the room. Two sets of doors led to an enormous walk in closet and a bathroom with bathtub big enough for at least two people. Everything was airy, decorated with different kinds of flowers and plants, and overall pleasant to look at.

Tamlin nervously watched you while you took a look around, adding small comments about furnishing and decorations. At the end of the tour he took you out to the private balcony. The view from up there was magnificent. Most of the gardens were visible from there. You couldn't help yourself and got lost in that beauty.

Still nervous Tamlin stood next to you with a light smirk on lips and let you enjoy yourself. After a while he cleared his throat to pull your attention back to him. "So what do you think? Do you like it?"

"It's lovely, Tamlin. You did an amazing job on the house and the gardens as well. Everything is perfect." You chuckled at the word.

"Do you.. do you think you could live in here?" he nervously played with something in his hand, but you couldn't see what it was.

"Live in here? With you?"

"Yes, I mean.." he took your hand, got down on one knee and looked up at you. His emerald eyes shone in last rays of setting sun. He wet his lips nervously before he continued in a slightly trembling voice. "Will you do me the honor and marry me?"

He opened his hand, offering its content to you. In the center of his big palm sat a small heart shaped box with ring in it. It was a simple jewellery, but it perfectly matched the pendant he gave you before.

You let out a shuddering breath. "I-.. I thought you don't want to get married."

"I have to apologise for that. Again." His hand with ring dropped slightly. "I wasn't completely honest back then. And I'm sorry I hurt you. I really didn't mean to. I understand if you decide to reject me. But I want you to know.. You are.. my everything. Meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me in my entire life. I want nothing more than for you to become my wife. I'd love to live the rest of my life with you by my side. That's the only thing I sincerely wish and pray for with all my heart."

You couldn't take it anymore, tears sliding down your face. You rushed to his open arms and hugged him with all your strength.

"Tamlin," you cried. "Yes! A thousand times yes!"

"Gods, thank you," he whispered to the crook of your neck and his arms closed around you.

You didn't know how long you stayed like that, crying and kissing and again crying. After some time Tamlin carried you to the set of sofas. The sun had already set below the horizon and temperature dropped. Tamlin wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side.

"Can I?" he asked, holding the delicate ring between fingers. You offered him your hand and he slipped it on your ring finger. You held your hand up so both of you could see it.

"It's perfectly perfect," you smiled at him.

He chuckled at your teasing remark.

"Yeah, perfectly perfect. But not as much as you," he kissed you.

Most of the night you spent sitting under the clear night sky full of shinning stars. Later you returned to your cottage to eat already cold dinner that you had prepared earlier, and went straight to the bed. That was the last night you slept in your small cottage in the woods.

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J. Dylan Sandifer at TNR:

Two egos like Elon Musk’s and Donald Trump’s could never share the spotlight if it weren’t for the unifying force of grifter solidarity—two oligarchs teaming up to further tip the scales against everyone else. Just as Trump’s P.R. campaign as a canny dealmaker hid his multiple bankruptcies, Musk’s rogue genius performance serves as cover for the fact that he’s just another billionaire buying up others’ ideas and playing the system with enough of a safety net to repeatedly fail. His whole shtick is built on the idea that he’s a bold, self-made innovator who defies the odds, shuns government handouts, and stands for the unbridled power of the free market. In reality, his empire, built originally on an apartheid emerald mine, has been propped up by public money for years. One of its most consistent sources of income has been Tesla’s exploitation of the carbon credit market.

Tesla, the supposed future of clean energy, isn’t just making money by selling electric cars—it’s making a fortune off a regulatory loophole. In the first nine months of 2024, 43 percent of Tesla’s net income came from selling credits to other automakers that hadn’t met emissions standards. It’s not innovation that’s keeping Tesla’s finances afloat; it’s a rigged system that Musk is milking for everything it’s worth. And all the while, he’s using his newfound power as Trump’s unelected co-president to gut the very government programs that provide working people with a fraction of the support that he’s quietly pocketing. Musk loves to sneer at working-class people who rely on food stamps or unemployment benefits, claiming they’re lazy or entitled. But what’s more entitled than using regulatory credits to boost your company’s stock price and then leveraging that stock for loans to keep your cash flow steady? The hypocrisy gets even more grotesque when you look at Musk’s role in the so-called Department of Government Efficiency—the dystopian fever dream where he’s now helping Trump dismantle social programs under the guise of “cutting waste.” While he’s ensuring billionaires like himself keep their tax breaks and loopholes, he’s working to slash food assistance, disability benefits, and Social Security. The plan is clear: If you’re rich, the government will help you get richer. If you’re poor, you’re on your own. Meanwhile, Musk has strategically positioned himself to undermine public infrastructure alternatives to his products. Musk has started targeting public transit and infrastructure projects, claiming they are bloated and inefficient—while his own half-baked ideas, like the Las Vegas “Loop” (a glorified tunnel for Teslas), receive public subsidies and fizzle out into tech-world vaporware. He is claiming that government spending on social good is a waste, while positioning himself as the one true visionary who should receive those taxpayer dollars instead. Here’s how Tesla’s legalized scam works: Under California’s Zero Emission Vehicle, or ZEV, mandate and the federal Corporate Average Fuel Economy, or CAFE, standards, carmakers are required to meet emissions targets. If they don’t, they have to buy carbon credits from companies that produce cleaner vehicles. Tesla, which only sells electric cars, racks up a surplus of these credits and sells them to gas-guzzling automakers that don’t want to invest in real change. In other words, Tesla isn’t making money because it’s selling cars efficiently—it’s making money because Ford and GM still rely on gasoline. Musk has figured out how to turn regulatory inaction into a billion-dollar side hustle. If Tesla’s carbon credit well ever runs dry—if regulatory standards change or if automakers finally catch up—Tesla’s bottom line takes a hit. That’s when the whole house of cards Musk has built starts to wobble.

Musk’s entire empire hinges on one thing: Tesla’s sky-high stock price. He’s leveraged Tesla shares to take out massive loans, using them as collateral to fund his lifestyle and side projects. This means that keeping Tesla’s valuation high is a matter of personal financial survival. Those carbon credits—essentially free money from the government—make Tesla’s earnings look better than they actually are, which in turn props up its stock price. But this strategy is starting to fall apart. Tesla’s stock is plummeting—down nearly 40 percent this year—due to increased competition, battery technology falling behind, and Musk’s erratic behavior scaring off investors. When a company is built on smoke and mirrors, it doesn’t take much for the illusion to shatter.

A big chunk of Elon Musk’s Tesla income comes from their regulatory credits scheme.