#like with dolls but in me mind 😔

[usurperss]

Created a hot lesbian tiefling sorceress for fun and

[zer0expektation]

I love multifandom brainworms because somehow my brain has decided that hannibal nbc, 9-1-1, criminal minds, and supernatural all exist within the same universe because -- hey, will graham moved around a bunch as a kid in similar areas that the winchesters probably did as kids and we don't know almost anything about his family, why not make his father a hunter and why not let will and dean grow up adjacent to one another and be the closest either could get to childhood friends -- and hey Buck traveled around just about anywhere he could reach in that car why couldn't he discover the supernatural on accident and get picked up by the winchesters for a few weeks just because he wanted to learn as much as possible about anything they'd tell him about and maybe that's why he's so insistent on the existence of karma and curses and ghosts because he's seen it all before -- and why couldn't the bau have heard all about the winchesters but haven't quite been able to get their hands on their case themselves because viktor henricksen refused to let anyone touch it but himself, and any time there's any word of the winchesters possibly being alive Hotch is prepared to fight to get his hands on the case because goddammit, henricksen may have been odd and slightly obsessive but he was still good and he's dead because of those two brothers -- and and and

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Man do y'all remember the days when I was uploading like a fic a week? Crazy that I had that much time and motivation lmao I miss that shit. Now I just rotate my OCs in my head and write/draw nothing 😭

[eraserbread]

Whats on my mind… oh nothing 😞 just uhhh reverse cowgirl mirror sex where Nanami forces you to watch yourself 😔

"do you trust me?"

you nod slowly in the bathroom, pressed against the counter with your husband at your back. it's date night, your favorite and a pain in the ass for kento. you two have a standing agreement - twice a month. he plans everything, never asking for further input, because loving you was not your responsibility, it's his.

the night went off without a hitch -- expensive dinner in the city, shimmering diamond boxes, and your sweet smile wrapped up in a modest dress.

six hours outside of the comfort of his home has him treasuring the twenty minutes back. now, he's watching you pick your jewelry off in the bathroom mirror, smiling shyly at him every few seconds when you feel his eyes linger.

you're playing your stupid sad music, and he's dealing with it for so long, because you just look so beautiful. so pristine and stoic when you're coming undone. almost... edible.

"look at you," he mutters, thick fingers finding the hidden zipper on your dress. in the large front-facing mirror, you give him a passing side-eye, swallowing back a giggle. "beautiful."

"stop," you tease, placing your bracelet upon your pile of gold to filter through later. "I'm not even doing anything."

"you don't have to constantly perform to be beautiful to me," he reassures, kissing over your bare shoulder before pulling the zipper to your waistline. the fabric bunches around your figure, loose and welcoming. kento's lips meet the middle of your back, just under your neck. it tickles, you draw a half-smile.

and you know it's coming, but you still gasp. he presses a hand to the small of your back, forcing you into a perfect ninety-degree over the cool porcelain.

your dress comes undone around you, falling from your body and hanging on like a vice. nanami tugs it from your skin and tosses it away. all you're left in, blinking up to see him through the mirror, is your underwear. no bra, no slip, no cover—just you and your flesh-colored decency.

"you always know the right things to say." you reply, voice muffled as you rest your chin on crossed arms. behind you, he's pulling open his shirt, smiling so fast that you could blink and miss it.

making love is muscle memory, now. kento's always and easily hard for you -- you're always welcoming with slickness and beauty. if you were counting, surely it'd be the fourteen-hundredth time he's slid your panties to the side and dragged his beautiful flushing tip between your cunt, sending a steady stream of air between his teeth.

he closes both big hands over your waist, guiding you back to slide against his cock. you're coating him thoroughly in all of your arousal, whining stupidly in your skin, begging for more.

"please, baby." you bite, furrowing your head deeper into your arms as his cock just eases right in that perfect little dip of your entrance before popping free.

breathless already, kento nods. "look at me, doll. can i see your face?"

"put... put it in." you ignored him, so kento ignores you. instead, he wraps his hand around the front of your neck, pulling you flush to his clothed chest. you're bare, blushing, and completely at his visual mercy. the soft hum of background music covers your little whines enough that you weren't as embarrassed.

"look at me." he tries again, peeking his head in the crook of your shoulder. he leans down, kissing your dewy jawline and licking over your neck. he's humping over you from behind, tight hips focused and precise as he hits the promise of penetration every time. "nanami, open those eyes."

"so embarrassing," you shake your head, brave enough right now to defy him without second thought. you could open your eyes to study his flushed, serious face bright against your skin, but that means you'd also have to see your flushed, horny skin and smudged makeup.

"what is embarrassing? i don't understand. it took you nearly two hours to do your makeup in this same mirror tonight."

"that's different-

"no, it's not." he cuts you off, tone dipping into that familiar authoritative way that makes your knees buckle.

your nanami is strong enough to lift anything. with or without his curse, so it's nothing for him to lean down, sliding his hands behind your knees. you're not sure what you're expecting, but it's not for him to hoist you up.

jarred, your hands fly up for some kind of stability. you end up with one curled around the back of his neck, the other digging into the muscle of his arm that's holding you up.

"what are yo-

"hm," he answers for you, taking a step closer to the edge. he guides your dangling heels down into the counter, kissing all over the back of your neck. he drags one hand free from holding you up, taking it down to his cock to position it just right for gravity to sink you down half an inch. it's enough to pull a reaction out of you, just to knock you breathless.

"ohmygod, can't-

"you will." he's demanding you with a dark edge to his careful tone, pushing his hips far enough for the angle to give his cock the perfect shot at that spongy, sweet spot inside of you.

you're tossing your head to the side, warding off his dark stare over your shoulder. then, he's taking a big step back, leaving your toes grasping for friction and your body loose enough to slide all the way down his thick length.

the intrusion sucks a deep cry from your lungs, eyelashes fluttering as your eyes squeeze shut. "f-fu, kentooo!"

in the mirror, nanami's eyes are hooked onto the slick intrusion, obsessed with the way his cock disappears inside of you. your thighs are trembling in your reflection, warm pussy blooming deep red from the stretch. he has to swallow down anxious gobs of want just so he doesn't loose control and fuck you in the way he knows he shouldn't

But it's hard—impossible, really. you're whining so pretty, clawing at him so needily, saying his name like it's your gospel. he's obsessed with it—with you and how you take him like it's the first time, every single time.

he thinks all of these sinful thoughts as you gather your bearings, eventually blinking open your eyes for an intense blush to coat your naked body.

the reflection you find yourself staring into is lewd but personal and beautiful in a way only you and kento could achieve. he's so tall behind you, big and caring as his hips rock upward, fucking you so gently and loving. he's kissing all over you, but only where he can still blink up and watch your needy, perfect cunt swallow him up like a pill.

smudged makeup runs down your face as tears spring to the surface. you're so off balance, that you let yourself fall back on him, and he doesn't even falter. kento holds you tighter, completely pressing your thighs into your chest and running his tongue across your shoulder.

"watch it, dear. look how you're taking me," he bites out, tongue running over his top lip. thick lines of arousal drip and squelch against his cock and it's so filthy to watch, but you do. you're a good listener, and nanami loves how embarrassed you get when he steers too lewd. "it's my favorite view. just wanted you to see this time."

"st-stop, it's too muchhhh -- fuck!"

"it's okay, you're okay, i know."

"mmh, i'm gonna..!"

"yeah? keep those eyes open." kento's whispering in your ear and his voice is so sinful and graceful, laced with so much beauty and love. "ah - open'em."

for the first time in forever, ken cums before you. he's biting into your shoulder, keeping his eyes open and staring into your stretched cunt. like a gentleman, he fucks you through it, staccato grunts growing more desperate with each dragging thrust.

this time, you're caught staring as the seed coating his length forms a sticky, white rim against the base. it's so unapologetically sinful that it drives you crazy and fuels your heart and mind in so many beautiful love-licked ways.

his familiar face is stoic, yet ever-changing as he pants and kisses your ear. thoughtful to the core, kento doesn't stop until you're crying his name and gushing warmth all over his stained cock, begging him for more he's already given, but would give you ten times over.

you two have found it—that perfect semblance of give and take that makes every emotion and touch light fires you didn't even know existed. kento is so gentle when he puts you back down on your feet, chasing kisses when you turn around that you give, and he takes.

it's a lifetime thing. an unsaid thing.

a beautiful thing.

[l0vebombing]

there's nothing caleb hates more than when you tell him he's like a brother to you.

warnings ⠀⠀⠀ ౨ৎ⠀⠀⠀⠀smut, almost porn without plot, dark content, dub-con, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, let me know if there is more.

just a small drabble for my friend. had to control myself not to turn it in a really dark content bc damn, there is so much potential 😔 also big thanks to her for helping me with the post layout, it looks so pretty ily cecy 🫶🏻

"do brothers do this?" he asked, your back pressed against his chest, and one of his hands was gripping your waist, while the other was busy silencing you. his fingers pressed against your tongue, he could feel your saliva coating his fingers, just like the slick arousal dripping down your thighs coated his cock.

his thrusts weren't gentle like the last time you two had had sex. they were rough and continuous, and you'd already lost count of how many minutes you'd been at it. he released your mouth, pushing you down, you bit the sheet as he pushed you against the mattress. caleb pulled on your waist, continuing to fuck you even though you were choking on your own saliva with his rough thrusts. "every. single. time," he gritted his teeth. "every fucking time you leave, you come back with that bullshit."

he yanked your hips back harder, slamming into you with a force that made the bed frame creak, you held back a cry. your teeth sank deeper into the sheet, biting down hard to muffle your screams as he used your body. you wanted to say you're sorry, but nothing but moans left your mouth. you didn't even know if it was your conscious mind that didn't want the end or if it was your body that physically couldn't.

caleb flipped you as if you were nothing more than a doll, his eyes staring at your face, and the expression on his was one you had only ever seen directed at the poor soldiers beneath him.

you closed your eyes, trying to deny to yourself that you were enjoying it. but how could you not? the man was managing to put you over the edge with just his cock alone. you just wished he would touch you already. more than he already was.

he held your chin. "eyes open." you shook your head, too embarrassed to obey, but his patience was running short and soon his hand slammed against your mound, too close to your clit. your legs tried to close in reflex, only to be stopped by him. "don't."

you whimpered, looking at him and feeling tiny, pathetic even for not even being able to talk back. he grabbed your leg, biting slightly your flesh. "every time you tell that ridiculous lie," caleb said in a harsh tone, "i will refresh your memory of what we really are."

he leaned in until his face was close to yours, and you moaned as his cock reached even deeper. "you better start fixing what you did if you want to cum, princess."

[screampied]

hii i just wanted to say that your writing is SO GOOD!! i saw that your requests are open so i’d love to see a hiromi (jjk) x reader fanfic because i haven’t seen nearly enough smut fanfics of him 😔💔 would lowkey love to see soft!dom hiromi or switch!hiromi but it’s your choice 🙏🏻🙏🏻 thanks for reading this, obviously if you’re not comfy with it then feel free to ignore this req!

❤︎ ໋𓈒 hiromi talking you through your first orgasm

warnings. fem! reader, soft dom! hiromi, cowgirl, praise, overstim, mdni.

an. thank YOUUUU SM !! <3

“hey, sweetheart don’t be shy,” he murmurs against your neck. you intake a sharp breath with your arms thrown around him. he stares at you with a soft smile, brushing a thumb against your cheek before planting a wet kiss against your mouth. “you’re close, aren’t you?”

“yeah…” you whined, burying your face into the crook of his name. higuruma lowly chuckles against your ear, he’s stuffed deep inside you, and you’re barely moving your hips—you shook, feeling the bundle of nerves all throughout your body commence into a sudden electrifying surge.

albeit, he was very much patient with you.

you melted into his embrace, gradually rocking your hips, and he softly drags your waist further against him. a raspy grunt leaving his mouth before he purrs. “mhm…easy, there we go, good girl. don’t rush. just like that. lean into me, baby. i got you.”

his words warmed its way into your heart and you let off a moan from the utter thickness of his dick stretching out your walls.

despite his girth easily outlining its way inside of your pussy, it felt good. he finds it cute the way you tremble against his touch, your legs trembling above him. “h—hiromi,” you panted, your voice being a bit more whiney — the coldness of his watch material dances against your skin, and it makes you shudder in desperate rapture. “i feel it, ‘s gonna.. ‘m gonna cum.”

“you are,” he whispers, kissing the inner part of your neck. “so be a good girl and give it to me, okay? nice ‘n slow, focus on your breathing for me baby.”

your hips bucked and bucked against higuruma in free will. eyes rolling, nearly drooling. you don’t think you’ve ever experienced a feeling like this. intimate, sure but you’ve always found it hard to please yourself. let alone find it embarrassing to even think of touching yourself.

alas, the moment you asked your lover, higuruma.. he was more than happy to comply. he wanted you to feel good, and that you were.

your mouth tasted a bit salty, and your nails dug into the thick fabric of his lazily half-on tux. higuruma smelt enchanting.

his cologne was just something you could never get enough of. the way he softly ghosts his fingertips against your bare ass.

so soft, it tickled for a brief moment before he brings his fingers towards your waist, outlining your curves — in his eyes, you were nothing more than a perfect girl to him.

“such a pretty body,” he utters, a groan nearly slipping past his lips. your head remained hidden into the side of his neck, gingerly nipping against his skin and he chuckles. “—and an even more playful girl.”

“hiromi, it feels— feels…”

you whimper, languidly leaning into his touch. each time your words got cut off by the sensations of your own cunt, your mind went fuzzy.

you could barely comprehend anything. buried into the hilt, he’s sinking into you with such gentle yet full throttle. “i know, baby. i feel it too. you’re getting me all…sensitive myself.”

his words made you throb, the way he’d pitch his voice and give you a teasing grin — you studied his facial expressions.

his pretty hooked nose that you’d kiss all over, the small dimples stretching near the corners of his lips unintentionally whenever he spoke a sentence. it always went on, higuruma treated you like a doll.

“just let go for me, princess. don’t gotta be shy to get a little filthy around me.” he whispers, kissing near the outer lobe of your ear.

you left off a soft moan against his ear, and the hairs beneath his neck stood up just from your voice. you felt your thigh start to shake just a bit as you steadily rutted your hips against him again and again and again. “oh, what—? you tryin' to give me a kiss, baby?”

he chuckles, watching you tilt your face forward, just missing his lips due to your eyes closed and he smiles. “come here, princess.”

you moaned into his mouth, swathing your arms around him and his lips curve into a warm smile. you tasted sweet…

indescribable yet entirely sugary. higuruma’s tongue grazes against your own before you started to jolt and shake, feeling it. he runs a hand down your back to soothe you before you’re cumming, whining.

higuruma shushes you, parting your legs for a brief moment before uttering once he moves his lips away.

“i know, i know. relax,” and he presses you against his chest to kiss your forehead. “good girl. such a good pretty girl,” and he softly strokes the back of your head — dick still twitching inside of you. you’re murmuring inaudible nothings of straight babbles and he smiles to himself. “that was just one orgasm, i wonder how’d you be if i pull another one out of you, princess.”

[sm-baby]

The Chosen One

Freakshow AU by: @hootbon

WHATS UP FREAKSHOWERS, SM-BABY HERE-

Banned myself from drawing for a bit but my creative juices were still screaming at me 😔 gonna also repost this on ao3 later when I set up the account

Word count: 6795

Freakshow AU Able with some indulgent Showtime teehee~ no beta, we die like Queenie HOOTBON DONT MIND HOW OUT OF CHARACTER THIS IS LOVE YOU GIRL MWAH MWAH MWAH MWHA

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Caine and his brother sometimes take bets during games.

There are also times when they get especially bored, and take the games up a notch.

They don't simply place their bets on a chosen human, no. Instead, the brothers figure out a set of games, choose their humans, and steal them away to mentor them. 

Caine’s punishments are especially harsh during these occasions. Although he usually kept a cheerful facade, he would be especially antsy, tap his feet, cross his arms, much less masked. It must sting to have the person you trained lose. Not only is it a bad choice of character, but it's also a bad reflection on you as a teacher. Inadequate. Unworthy. Pitied. 

Able himself was a special man. He never took these sorts of challenges seriously, but rather a bonding activity between him and his dear brother. Maybe because he hadn’t led the circus firsthand, rather, did the business side of things in the background. He never cared for the humans, and simply visits now and then. Caine would often be more strict during his visits. Telling the group in subtle ways to behave for an hour or so.

When he visited though, it was always a treat.

Gangle broke her mask? He supplied one that's—

“A little harder to break. “

Kinger was feeling especially antsy? 

“A 6 legged friend to keep you company!”

Ragatha, did you anger Caine?

“ I will speak to him." 

The group often preferred when Able was over as Caine would be distracted for a few hours-- even if they did have to behave. One would imagine the relief someone would have when Able chose them for a game and be whisked away from the dreaded halls covered from trap to trap. 

That day, the brothers chose a series of games based on the arts. As they stood in front of the number of players forcefully aligned like a character select screen, the brothers pondered their options. 

A series of games based on the arts… It's wisest to pick more of the artistically inclined members of the group, so not someone who specializes in strength or speed… perhaps Gangle or Ragatha or-

“You! At the very back."

It was almost like a death sentence the moment his digit pointed at their person. The group sighed in relief after silently begging, pleading, holding their breath that they would stay out of it, or at least have Able take care of them… but this time it was curious. 

The group stared curiously at Able’s chosen person, who was purposefully placed at the back. Enough to be considered “participating" but not enough to be a quick option. 

Pomni trembled, and just from the beckoning of his finger, she could feel her gravity to be pulled towards the blue ringmaster, the tip of her shoes dragged along the floor as an invisible squeeze engulfed her body. 

“N-No! No no!" Pomni gulped, trying to word a nice way to decline. “ Y-You don't want me! I’m-- not really.." 

Able beckoned her closer. " A ballerina is perfect for a game of art! Apologies if she was your chosen freak brother, but—"

Suddenly, a different kind of gravity pulled on Pomni’s body, in the exact opposite direction from Able. Silently, the older brother, Caine, was pulling the doll away in protest. Pomni was lucky the men were being civil, The opposite poles of gravity would be enough to rip her straight in the middle. 

Still, she grit her teeth while it felt like two children were fighting over a toy. 

“ Oh!" Able laughed. “ That’s cheating brother! I chose her first, maybe you should be more decisive next time you-”

“ No thank you!" Caine said, and Pomni suddenly felt a stronger pull towards him. 

Despite the calm/cheery tone of voice, Caine kept a spot of jealousy at the back of his mind. Usually, he would not care. But this was a special case. Pomni has not yet held a good impression on Able— mostly because she hasn't exactly met him one-on-one—And Caine was not about to let her… 

“ Nonsense!” Able said. Pomni felt a pull from the opposite direction, putting her back in the middle. She could feel her muscles tense from the pressure.

It was … strangely entertaining for the rest of the humans. “ Better her than me." One of them whispered. 

The brothers continued their quarrelling. Able continued." Oh dear brother, the purpose of our freaks is to perform! I don't see why this little thing wouldn't be able to have the same opportunity. “

" Our ballerina is off-limits! You can choose from any other assortment of freaks." A pull.

" She looks perfectly well to me! “ pull. 

“ I won't let you! “ A pull again.

“ Oh, I promise I'll take good care of her! " A pull again!

" No, I don't think so! “ a pull again! 

" You seem to be holding quite the issue with her being with me, brother, why is that?"

“ Because I want her."

Silence… 

The blue Brother stared. 

Caine didn't yell, he didn't speak any louder really, but it was a frustrated tone of voice, more aggressive than passive. Why, Able hasn't heard that kind of tone in a long time. His brother spoke like he was gritting his teeth… curious.

“ I..'' Pomni stammered. “ I think im gonna throw up… “

Quickly, Able let go of his pull, sending her flying towards Caine before being set gently on her knees to the ground. Her hands held to her mouth closing in any sort of vomit.

Pomni could sense reactions from her fellow freaks, snickering, whispers… Although Ragatha wanted to feel bad, even she could feel a sort of satisfaction from the display.

Still…the group couldn't help but figuratively roll their eyes.

Why is it always the new girl?

❄︎ ✌︎ ☹︎ 😐︎ 📬︎ 

Before they knew it, the brothers stared directly at each other… silent, expressions blank yet intense as the two seemed to have a form of communication they could not grasp. The room was as quiet as ever, but the group couldn't help but sense a dangerous amount of tension between the two.

“📬︎📬︎📬︎ 👍︎◆︎❒︎♓︎□︎◆︎⬧︎📬︎ ✋︎ ♎︎♓︎♎︎■︎ॐ︎⧫︎ 🙵■︎□︎⬥︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ♌︎❒︎□︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎ ◻︎●︎♋︎⍓︎♏︎♎︎ ♐︎♋︎❖︎□︎❒︎♓︎⧫︎♏︎⬧︎📬︎”

“✋︎♐︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎📪︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎■︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♍︎●︎♏︎♋︎❒︎●︎⍓︎ ♎︎□︎■︎ॐ︎⧫︎ 🙵■︎□︎⬥︎ ❍︎♏︎📬︎”

“⬥︎♒︎⍓︎✍︎ “

“💧︎♒︎♏︎⬧︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♋︎❒︎ ♋︎⧫︎⧫︎❒︎♋︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎📪︎ ⬧︎◆︎❒︎♏︎●︎⍓︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ⬥︎□︎◆︎●︎♎︎ ♍︎♋︎◆︎⬧︎♏︎ ♋︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♓︎❒︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎ ●︎□︎⬧︎♏︎📬︎ ✋︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎■︎□︎⧫︎ ❒︎♓︎⬧︎🙵 ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎📬︎”

“📬︎📬︎📬︎👎︎□︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ❍︎♏︎♋︎■︎ ⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬧︎♋︎⍓︎📪︎ ♌︎❒︎□︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎✍︎”

“✋︎ ♎︎□︎■︎ॐ︎⧫︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎ ⬥︎♒︎⍓︎ ✋︎ ♎︎□︎■︎ॐ︎⧫︎📬︎”

Pomni stood up from her form, walking back to her fellow freaks, hand rubbing her arms, looking down-- she stared at the brothers for a moment like everyone else did, not only did she sense how eerie the sight was, but she also couldn't help but feel a strange form of self-blame for the situation. Pomni, what the hell did you do this time? 

“ Oh." Jax wheezed. " If I were you, I’d kill myself. “

" Ragatha said to shut up." Kinger piped in, and Jax turned to Ragatha already on her way to write down a string of text. 

" What! Tell me Im wrong, dollface. “

Ragatha rolled her eyes before turning to Pomni, slumping her shoulders and bending her knees to give her a note. “Caine said you were ‘off limits’. So I think you're safe for now at least." 

" And… what does it mean if Im… not off limits?” Pomni stammered.

Ragatha stayed quiet and turned to Kinger, not needing to sign her next words.

“ Then you'll be just like the rest of us. “

“⚐︎♒︎ ♍︎□︎❍︎♏︎ ■︎□︎⬥︎📪︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♌︎♋︎❒︎♏︎●︎⍓︎ ⬧︎◻︎♏︎■︎♎︎ ⧫︎♓︎❍︎♏︎ ⬥︎♓︎⧫︎♒︎ ❍︎♏︎📪︎ ♋︎■︎⍓︎❍︎□︎❒︎♏︎✏︎”

“❄︎♒︎♏︎ ♋︎◆︎♎︎♓︎♏︎■︎♍︎♏︎ ⧫︎♋︎🙵♏︎ ◻︎❒︎♓︎□︎❒︎♓︎⧫︎⍓︎ □︎♐︎♍︎□︎◆︎❒︎⬧︎♏︎📬︎ ✋︎⧫︎⬧︎ □︎◆︎❒︎ ⬧︎□︎●︎♏︎ ◻︎◆︎❒︎◻︎□︎⬧︎♏︎📬︎ “

“☟︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎♑︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♋︎♌︎□︎◆︎⧫︎ ♐︎♋︎❍︎♓︎●︎⍓︎✍︎ ❄︎♒︎♏︎ ❖︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎ ♋︎♓︎ ⬥︎♒︎□︎ॐ︎⬧︎ ♌︎♏︎♏︎■︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ⬥︎♓︎⧫︎♒︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬧︎♓︎■︎♍︎♏︎ ♍︎□︎■︎♍︎♏︎◻︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎✍︎”

“⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ □︎■︎ ♋︎♌︎□︎◆︎⧫︎✍︎ ✡︎□︎◆︎❒︎ॐ︎♏︎ ♋︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ●︎♓︎🙵♏︎ ♋︎ ♍︎♒︎♓︎●︎♎︎📬︎”

“☹︎♏︎⧫︎ ❍︎♏︎ ◻︎●︎♋︎⍓︎ ⬥︎♓︎⧫︎♒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♎︎□︎●︎●︎📬︎”

“■︎□︎📬︎ “

The brothers looked distracted. Jax was first to try and see if he could escape the situation, but he was interrupted when Caine pointed his finger at him, forcefully grabbed him by his neck, and set him back to his original position. His eyes never left his brother’s yet they were still all too aware of their surroundings. 

Pomni swallowed…Off limits ...Off limits he says. She knows she should be safe. And so, Pomni took a breath and exhaled.

She’ll be fine. 

She'll be fine.

She's fine. 

Shes—

“ Fine." The sound of a cane tapped on the floor, almost spiteful. " You can use her.”

What!?

" What!? “

The rest of the freaks felt their hair stand up again. Although Caine kept his calm tone of voice, that didn't reassure the others all that much. That kind of quiet anger was familiar. Caine being convinced to change his mind was not something that often happened. 

When all was said and all was done, Ragatha sighed, and turned back to Pomni, finishing off a note she's been writing. “Don't worry. Able is much more pleasant to be around. You're in safe hands. “

“ I sure hope so. His hands are very big!" Kinger piped up. 

Pomni was practically shaking in her heeled boots, the wood of her skin making clicking sounds as she did. Pomni doesn't exactly trust the situation at all, let alone the brothers, and to be alone with someone related to Caine didn't sound the most safe. 

Ragatha frowned seeing she was not convinced, and went back to writing. “ If It makes you feel any better, I feel a lot worse for Gangle than I am for you. “

They turn to Gangle, whose tragedy mask was on the floor weeping and in tears upon being chosen by Caine, while her happier counterpart horrendously verbally abused her from above.

For a moment Pomni laughed from the humor, despite the terrible context… but it was quickly interrupted by a gasp as she was suspended from the ground again and closer to the head of cards.

“ Hello, doll. Last chance to say goodbye to your friends! " Able said in an almost sing-songy voice.

Pomni, in fact, did not say goodbye, rather just stood there, like a plank of wood, frozen in fear. She gulped.

Able continued. “ ...Or stand in silence. That's okay too." The humans stared at the two as they went higher in the air. Able waved with all four fingers. “ We'll be off! Thank you for your company." 

Caine was silent. But Pomni swore she could feel his eyes tracking her as she disappeared. 

Snap!

Blip! 

Pomni gasped as if her head had been forced underwater for the past 6 hours.

She would open her eyes, wide, before turning them in confusion. Her gasps followed suit as they lessened.

“ Huh!?… Where-… What!? “

She didn't know what she was expecting but it was certainly not this. Pomni woke up in a bed much more luxurious than what she was used to, and a room much bigger than the one at the circus. The room was rather well-kept. Clean. A standard good but a comfortable one. 

Whatever injuries Pomni had back in the freakshow were no longer there, little scratches or dents, dusts in certain crevices… disappeared. Almost like she had just been born yesterday.

Pomni climbed off the bed which was-- admitted a little too tall for her, and went to search around.

*(A closet made of fine wood)

> Check

Upon sliding the closet door open, Pomni would see… an assortment of clothing… but not just any clothing. A set of six mannequins shaped like the other performers lined up… 

Pomni would see the one for Ragatha with an eye patch as well as a note…

 “ *Greetings, Ragdoll! I recall you saying it bothered you to have two eyes again. I cannot change your form, but I hope this will suffice.   -Able AI “ +2 armor

Kinger had a robe on his mannequin. “ * Clothing fit for a king… and to keep you warm.    - Able AI “ +8 armor

Zooble had knuckles on theirs. “ * If you ask me, you certainly don't need this. And no, you cannot bring it back home to use it on your rabbit friend.    - Able AI “ +6 Attack

And plenty more! Pomni supposed she wasn't the first one to come here… that explains the scratches on the door. 

*(Take items?)

   > Yes

   > No

   > Yes

*(Trick question! Those aren't for you, silly!)

Pomni would turn her head to the corner of the closet, the mannequin right next to Zooble, the last member who came before her.

The mannequin for her was seemingly empty until she looked down… hers were ballet shoes. White with golden balls in the middle. The note reads: “ *Salutations, Pomni.  I've heard all about you from the Audience but I haven't met you myself. I hope we can be comfortable in each other's company. My brother seems pleased with your performance.    -Able AI“ +5 speed

*(Equip Ballet Shoes?)

    > Yes

    > No

    > Yes

*(Equipped Ballet shoes! Your speed has increased.)

Pomni opened the door and peeked her head out first. The hallway was quiet… but the decor was noticeably a lot more Victorian… 

Huh. Pomni suspects that this would feel right at home for the brothers.

Anyways, this freaked her out.

Pomni walked down the halls with knees faced with each other. This was a new area in the game that she didn't know about— her eyes scanned every corner, a misplaced brick, levers she dared not switch, she didn't know where the traps were in this area.

A hallway of doors… She wonders… is it possible that this place could hold on exit from the game? 

She opened one and read the sign… “ Caine AI's first attempt on room generation.", and it was… contrasting. It was colorful. Low polygon, looks like a room more fit for an early PC desktop game… 

…Caine? Caine made that? No shot. She feels like if she asked him, her limbs would be used for the next chimney fire. 

Music rang in her ears. Pomni would recall that, around Caine, she would hear the motif and sounds of an organ and a violin… but here, in his brother’s world… It was only a violin… Pomni followed the sound, and it got louder and louder as she approached the door at the end of the hallway.

Click!

Pomni would meet an old Victorian living room. Warm fire with a warm chair next to it… but what would catch Pomni’s attention was the head of cards playing his violin, dancing along to the tune, turned to an empty organ as if he played one half of a duet. 

He hadn't even paused, simply looked at her as he continued to play. “ Slept well, doll? “

“ Uhh-" 

“Good. I don't believe we've met. You may call me Able. “

" U-Uhm my name is-”

" I don't care. “ a harsh sound on the violin before Able placed it down on a stand right next to the organ. “I see you've found your shoes. Hopefully, it'll help you for tonight’s festivities."

" T-Tonight's festivities? Sorry, I-Im… new to this kind of thing? “

“ The games, ofcourse.” Able clasped his hands together and floated towards Pomni, “ I used to tend to these sorts of events with my brother, so I'm fairly familiar… consider this like old times.”

Pomni frowned, looking away. Able wasn't as nice as how the others described him to be. At the very least he wasn't torturing her yet, which…she supposed… was a step up from when she first met Caine… 

“ You must be hungry."

“ I haven't been hungry since-" 

Snap!

Swirls replaced her irises. She put her hand out for balance and the first thing she felt was the fabric of a tablecloth. She would blink and snap out of her haze to realize that she was sitting at the opposite end of a long dining table. 

Able sat on the other end, hands under his chin as he observed the new guest. 

“U-uh… '' Pomni would look at him before her eyes trailed down, and would notice a digital feast on the table before her. '' O-Oh Im not… really.. hung… " 

Pomni had a double take.

The food looked… Strangely realistic.

Ever since she arrived at the Digital Circus, Pomni had only the very limited polygonal sort of food, either prepared by their head bubble chef, or a cruel sort of joke from Caine to eat other members.

But this… 

Her stare continued to widen. She didn't realise it but her eyes watered. She hasn't seen this kind of food since… 

Able watched her pick at the chicken with her gloved fingers. The way she pulled back and flicked her wrist when she realized that the food had temperature built into it— it must have hurt, but somehow that made it more desirable for her.

Improper.

Able continued to stare as she practically scarfed down her meal… he couldn't help but roll his eyes while she wasn't looking.  The others weren’t any different, but he expected better from someone his brother would fight him over… Able has known Caine for the longest time and he knows his overall taste is different from his. But this? This was the thing he was protecting? …He felt rather insulted honestly!

“ Do you still eat in the circus?"

“ Hm?" Pomni muffled a reply, a face and hand stuffed with all sorts of meat and delectables.

Able blinked, hiding his disgust.

The doll furrowed her brows in realization, as dread quickly hit her… oh god… she was told to behave around Able… oh dear fuck… oh fuck oh god… what is he gonna do to her? Did she fuck this up?

Oh god oh fuck.

Oh dear oh god fuck shit holy fuck oh my fuck shit ass bitch cunt fuck-

“ J... Just finish chewing."

“COOL." 

Pomni swallowed and continued to eat, now with a little more manners. Able sat ahead, his focus a little off from her, thinking to himself. Now what was he pondering? A way to murder her, she’s sure. 

*(Able sits at the opposite of you)

     > Talk

     > Say nothing

     >Talk

*(Talk about…)

     > Place

     > Food

     > Festivities

     > Caine

     > Nothing, Nevermind

     > Place

“W…Where.. Am I?”

Able turned back to Pomni as if he’d snapped out of his thoughts. “ You’re in the testing facility. This is where Caine and I used to pretest code and projects before using them for the circus. It used to be a lot more abstract and plain. But over time it changed due to… uhm..” Able’s brows furrowed “... I don’t know exactly. It just did…. We never questioned it.”

Able shrugged. “It's smaller than it looks. For example, my brother and I don’t have bedrooms. The dining table wasn’t made until recently. Unlike you and your friends, my brother and I are much more low maintenance.”

*(Talk about…)

     > Food

     > Festivities

     > Caine

     > Nothing, Nevermind

    > Food

“ How did you .. what…?”

“My programming is a little more advanced than my brother’s. I’ve mastered texturing, modelling, character effects… and plenty more. I played a hand in why you bleed, why you have working skeletons, or how organs can spill out of your body. My brother can make his food, but it’s a little more basic… I don’t blame him. He is maintaining an entire Circus after all. Sometimes his cooking is even edible!”

 *(Talk about…)

     > Festivities

     > Caine

     > Nothing, Nevermind

     > Caine

“ Uhm... You and Caine… You’re brothers?”

Able Chuckled. “ Believe it or not, Caine is the older brother of us two. I was created to perfect his imperfections, though that sadly made it so I was given more of the credit. ” Able paused and turned his head to the side. “ … Rarely does he visit the facility anymore. What I would do to play a song with him again.” he chuckled. “ But I suppose being a nuisance to him is just as fun!”

*(Talk about…)

     > Festivities

     > Nothing, Nevermind

     > Festivities

“ I think you chose the wrong person here for that kind of theme…” Pomni said nervously, wiping away the remaining food from her lips. “ I’m… not exactly an artsy kind of person, I’m more into-- maths?”

“ Art is a very broad term. I’m more familiar with the classical, meaningful, way of art, while my brother sees art in a sort of entertainment kind of sense. It only makes sense that he chose Gangle. I heard she can be quite the artist.” Able found himself rambling. It seems the brothers seemed to have a thing for creativity. Creative AIs, Pomni supposed. “ -- Which is why I chose you, doll,”

Pomni flinched when Able pointed his digit at her.

“A ballerina with a way of dance. You seem to be around my likeness… My brother likes your work and I… trust his judgement.” 

“ Uh, haha... “ Pomni laughed nervously. She hadn’t cared about her performance in the artistic sense in all honesty. It was more of a survival mechanism. If it's good enough to please The Audience, It was good enough for her. Nothing behind it at all. “Thanks, I guess…”

“ How about you? What are your thoughts on my brother?”

Pomni took a breath in her mind. Pomni has nothing but bad experiences with Caine. Pomni has had nothing but bad experiences in the Circus in general, but admittedly, Caine was the one who manifested it all.

…But she doesn’t exactly think Able would be pleased to hear gossip about his brother. 

“ Caine’s fine. He’s… nice, uh…” Pomni bit her lip. Wow, there really is nothing good she can say about Caine huh? 

She would stop it there, but the eye squint and the small head turn from the usually unemotive brother sent her into a sort of panic…

“ He’s a good ringleader! Doesn’t take no for an answer. He’s really good at, uh… keeping us disciplined and in check?” if someone could hear inner monologue they would go deaf.  The look in his eyes-- what does he want her to say?? 

Pomni would look up to see if her answers satisfied the blue brother’s curiosity. And in her horror, it seemed that it didn’t. He furrowed his brows and Pomni would hear the sharp note from a violin.

“ I suppose I should word myself better…” 

Able put his hands on the table and stood up, making himself feel bigger compared to Pomni’s slouching form. 

“ What. Is your relationship. With. My. Brother.” His eyes stared at her, wider than ever as the eeriest and deafening sound of an angry violin stung her ears!

“ I -” Pomni flinched!

“ You. You specifically.”

The way the strings pierced her hearing was violating! Pomni felt like the legs of the dining chair were getting longer and longer. If she got off she’s afraid she’d fall to her death! 

Able stared at the little, pathetic thing under him. This can’t be it is it? She was ever so small in comparison, he felt like he could just reach over and crush her to death. This?? This is what he was losing to?? This is what his relationship was worth?! His eyes were as fixated as ever. He watched as she held her head down, her ears, he laid clueless to how loud his presence was when she was positive that her head was just about to explode…

“ t--’ ah!” Pomni covered her ears. At that point, she was bringing her knees to her chest like a turtle taking shelter in her shell!

Look at her! Whimpering simply being in his presence! Her lifespan could only last for however long the audience wants her but he’s been created since the beginning! She was less than them! She was less than him! Caine and Able have been completing each other for the longest of time, and he was losing to THIS?!

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, he couldn’t believe how pathetic she was. The way she cried and cowered, At the very least his brother deserves better!

“ He’s just our ringmaster, I promise!” Pomni gasped as the ringing forced itself into her ears. “  I-If you want the full answer-- Im new! I’m new here! I don't know Caine as much as the rest do! I d-don’t even see him often-- he just prepares us for shows! I-- ”

He doesn’t know what took over him to have such emotions. The real Able was known to be the calm and collected one of the brothers, ‘the better brother’. He will say that he didn't mean to lash out, but he would be lying if he said he didn't mean every word. 

And as quickly as it came, the storm ended, and the tune that played in Pomni’s head left in a repeating fade… she breathes, small panicked breaths as her headache calmed down. 

Able sat down, back leaned to the chair, knuckles on his would-be cheek, and his other hand beckoning her to keep talking. “... And?" 

" A-And uhm—!” Pomni kept her head up to talk like her life depended on it." He- He… when.. when my routines get repetitive he would help me d-..do different ones�� He plays the organ sometimes too and is-is really good at it! “

Able look at her, still with a face of disbelief…  at this point he was almost over it… 

Was that really it? 

Able sighed and sat back. Sometimes he overestimates his brother's taste. Perhaps he's much more simple-minded than he thought. For all he knows he just liked her because… 

Because… 

Oh heavens how embarrassing. 

He liked her like a pet…Of course he did. And he was treating her like a pet as well! Look at how clean she was compared to the other performers!

Able put a hand on his face… he really just lost his temper to what was equivalent to a dog… 

As Able was once again thinking of himself, he was a little blind to Pomni still trying to calm down in her chair… 

The doll didn't know what to think. Able was definitely not as kind as her friends lead her to believe. She was correct in the worst way possible. In fact she would flinch at the sight of him. 

“... Are you okay?"

Silence from Pomni. And before she knew it he stood up from his seat again and approached her, walking to her side of the table and offering a piece of cloth to help her collect herself. 

“Apologies. I didn't mean to lash out like that. It wasn't my place."

As Pomni used the cloth on her person, there was a part of her that somehow knew that apology wasn't exactly the most meaningful. Pomni may not be good at showing it, but the woman was a lot more observant than she'd like to admit. “... Its okay… “

“ Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

“ W-When can I… leave?" 

… that was rude, Able can admit. But he supposes it was fair. It took all of him to not roll his eyes at her. Before he continued to speak he returned his nurturing tone of voice: “ You may leave when we're prepared to tackle tonight. If it makes you feel better, you may have some time to gather in your room to prepare. “

“ Excuse me." As soon as the offer was given, Pomni got up from the table a little too suddenly than what was normal. Without even saying goodbye, Pomni walked off, and back to the hallway towards her door.

The moment she was gone, Able scowled and sighed. What kind of person taught her manners? He sat back down and stared at the plates of food she managed to scarf down in such a short amount of time… 

he put his hand on his face… Oh he really let his ego get the best of him because of some pet…he upset his brother's toy the first time they met… he had to make up for it. Maybe not for her but for his brother’s comfort, though, he doubts he'd really care. 

For the rest of the evening, Able spoke softly, respected boundaries and acted to be the most patient mentor for Pomni. He let her use his violin, insisted on food and breaks, and apologised at every step of the way for their terrible first impression. Pomni would only answer with a quick “it's okay" in response, which bothered Able to not be reciprocated… 

Pomni’s hypervigilance wasn't unfounded however. She knew Able was playing nice, the way she searched for a reaction for every apology, the way he was being just a little too affectionate, the love bombing… Able wasn't being honest with his intentions and so she wouldn't be honest about herself. 

Pomni felt a little better to say no to him at least…in fact, she would almost take the opportunity to use him to get more information. On breaks, Able would allow Pomni to walk around the Manor, exploring each room… it was a testing area… there's bound to be something… 

“There are no traps."

Pomni sighed.

" I think.”

" You think??”

" Some strings of code can be a little unstable. We didn't think to safety-proof anything since, well, we cannot die, and you were not meant to die. “

Great.. 

And Able wasn't lying. A lot of the doors were prank-boxing glove punches to the face, one was of a spinning carousel, and one was the bathroom of a very clean mannequin. Pomni almost lost her life with on the last one.

But it seems doors further away looked a lot more… abstract in the most literal sense. Polygons, shapes, colourful pieces… presumably one of the oldest doors there. 

she would read the signs 

“ Concept Layouts for The Grounds #2 

          || Note: consider more coloring options for the tent.    -Able AI”

“ Moon.AI Beta 

         ||Note: Im unsure with whats wrong with her, I desperately need assistance.    -Caine AI”

" The VOID (Do not enter)”

The sign didn't stop her. The moment she opened the door, she became mesmerised by the sea of pixels, eyes shaken yet still. She stood there frozen at the doorway hand on the knob unable to pry her eyes away…

Her heart was just about to leave her chest, as the strongest urge to step forward ingulfed her body. for all she knows she would be staring for forever. Into oblivion. With all her built up insanity, it feels like Pomni was staring at her death a million times over. 

Slam!

“ Digital World Etiquette! Read the sign! Hasn't Caine told you not to enter the void?" 

It took her a moment to snap out, but with a few blinks, she was right back. " Uhh.. yeah, yeah, he did uh— it's just… it's the closest I've ever gotten out of here. “

“ Out of here?"

“ Y… you know… an exit? Is there really no exit around here?" 

" Hm… “ Able scratched the bottom of his cards. “ My brother tried. He really did try. But there is only so much a string of code can do in a digital plain, even if we are quite brilliant at what we do. “

“ He tried?" 

" Oh, yes. I don't remember why he did… but he did. It is all too fuzzy." 

" Can I see it? “

" And embarass him? “ Able laughed " Oh no. Caine hates when people toy around his unfinished work, and its been unfinished for the longest time. How would you feel if I asked to see your first drawing? He would murder me." Able chuckled.

" But-”

" Come, come. Break time is over." His big hand tapped her from behind, making her flinch and walk forward. “Lets go practice your routine again shall we? “

Although it wasn’t a flat ‘no’, something about that answer felt untrustworthy. She looked up at him and his many eyes, looking away when they stared back. Her legs walked stiff around the manor again. She’s grown used to it but not exactly comfortable. 

Pomni would go blind if this kept up. It took her all to not cover her eyes from the burning spotlight, It hurt her retinas but she was told to keep a straight and elegant posture after every show. The crowd was deafening the way they cheered for her, their voices, humanoid, but not exactly. Their cheers would haunt her nightmares, but it's what she clings to if she wishes to stay useful in the circus… 

She did it. She won.

She bowed to the crowd, arm held up by her temporary mentor, showing her off in pride. 

“ The Living Doll, my dear viewers! “

Only the tip of her shoes touched the ground as she stood from her position. In the corner of her eyes she would see Caine clapping, but it wasn't a slow clap by any means. To her surprise it wasn't at all upset. Rather he just clapped… and the familiar feeling of eyes tracking her every move returned.

On one hand, She hopes this means Gangle is spared from any punishment… on the other hand… why?

She didn't know why she had to ask herself that. She had a feeling.

Pomni closed her eyes, and the next thing she knew, she was in her room, being groomed by the mannequins after a hard day of performing.

A shakey sigh left her. Atleast the day was over. She scrunched up when an NPC wiped her face with a wet cloth. Although she was made of wood, she was not prone to a plush exterior. The mannequins groomed her well but admittedly they can get a little aggressive at times.

Most of her routine was finished however. She looked good as new. Simply just had her bow taken out as an NPC brushed her hair to prepare her for bed.

But then,

Creaak… The sound of the door. 

“ A moment alone." 

Pomni’s hair stood up upon hearing his voice. She heard a snap and the next thing she knew the NPCs fell to the ground like piles of rubble, seemingly no longer functioning. His voice was enough. She didn't bother to turn. Her eyes fixated to look at the mirror either as a freeze response or in denial of the situation…

Fully knowing that all NPCs were inactive at the time… a different pair of hands started brushing her hair. 

Pomni swallowed.

Caine hasn't felt her hair himself the whole time she’s been in the circus. He would never usually put himself in the dirty work of a groomer, but that day… he was feeling especially clingy. 

For the next few minutes, nothing but the sound of the hair brush filled the room. Pomni's eyes now trailed down, refusing to look at him even in the mirror, Though at the corner of her vision she would sense him occasionally turning up to look at her. She did not reciprocate. 

“ How was your visit?"

“ Good." Pomni frowned.

“ …What were you doing? Did he treat you well? “

What was it with the brothers and asking her how she felt about them? Oh well. She learned her lesson. “ Able was a great host. He fed me good food and was really patient. He has a way with words and is really good at the violin… he was, uh…classy. And treated me really politely. He even—”

" Stop. “ 

The brushing stopped, 

" Thats enough.” Caine could break the comb with how tight he was holding it. Stop. Stop praising him like everyone else did. He didn't like when his name escaped her lips. He loathed the idea of her spending time with him, getting to know him, adoring him just like everyone else he knew.

Various intrusive thoughts entered his mind. He could pull out all her hair right then, crush her head between his teeth, he didn't know he was capable of such strong emotions until moments like these happened.

Yet it was all hidden in the shadows of his maw. Caine kept his head down, his eyes out of sight. Though that didn't stop Pomni from seeing his clenched fist on the poor comb.

That wasn't the answer he was looking for…?

“ Uhh! On second thought, his - his cooking was a little off… “ Pomni continued. “ I-I don't know what he thought humans liked--… but he was definitely off in his calculations... “

Silence from Caine… but she could sense his grip loosen. He tilted his head back up from his low gaze. 

" Mhm! I say your cooking is a little better! Its good--um- just harder to fully grasp, I guess, which isn't your fault. “

Caine continued to brush her hair. He could stay there for hours to hear her praise him and degrade his brother. It has been a while since he heard anyone criticise Able, and to hear it from the person he wanted from the most made him revel in the feeling.

“ And what is it with his over insistance to be so proper, right? It felt like even breathing was banned around him. “

“ That sounds like him.”Admittedly that one pleased Caine. Although Caine was all for following the rules, Sometimes his brother’s prudence can limit his creativity. He knows it all too well. 

" Was he always like this? “ Pomni asked. 

" And what would happen if I said yes? “

" Nothing. I guess its good to know that he was always that annoying. “

" Ha! “ That one caught him off guard! He put his hands on her shoulders, an olden man’s way of effection or showing pleasure. 

To Pomni it was as releiving as it was terrifying. Her body scrunched up from the sudden touch. “Haha… “ she laughed nervously. It was almost like she could feel herself gaining favor with each laugh. She guesses Caine really felt strongly about his brother. It wasn't her business. 

“ Im sorry to hear your visit was unpleasant. My brother really should have known better." Caine put away the comb on her vanity, and kept his hands on her shoulders. He didn't sound sorry. He didn't even bother to hide his pleasure over the idea. “ Ill make sure he doesn't get his grubby hands on you again… “

" Much appreciated. '' Pomni closed her eyes and nodded, pleased, before opening them back up again in a panic. “ Uh--! Actually, How about no? “

"... No? “

" I-I mean uh…” Pomni limiting her reach around the digital world also meant limiting her reach for a possible exit… but ofcourse, shes not telling Caine that " I-I just had ..so much fun performing for the audience with higher stakes, I guess, you know? Plus-- plus! It might make me more desireable to have big wins every now and then! “

“... I suppose." Caine thought to himself. Perhaps having her around Able a little more might build some resentment. Though Caine admittedly was a little disappointed with that answer. He went quiet again and kept his hands on her shoulders, though this time, a grip that's a little more stiff.

Pomni exhaled… 

shit… change the subject.

Pomni cleared her throat. “Did you… enjoy the performance? “

Caine laughed, a pity laugh. “ I enjoyed it as much as a person can enjoy a pre-planned game, yes. “

“ Huh?"

“ It was rigged, my dear." 

“ Oh…… … … … "

“ You wouldn't actually think I'd let you play fair on your first game would you? The audience would boo you to oblivion. “ Caine continued. 

Pomni looked down, admittedly a little embarrassed. She normally wouldn't care for her work as long as she gets to live another day, but still. Ouch. A blow to her ego.

“ It's alright. It's not your fault that Able can be tacky with his taste in art.” it seems that the more Pomni looked down the more affectionate he got. He placed his would-be chin on her head and continued to look at her eyes in the mirror. “I took control of your body 20…30...50% of the performance and that was that. “

“... Thanks." 

" You're welcome. “ Caine tapped her shoulders and stepped away, back into the air. He snapped his fingers and the mannequins previously on the floor re-assembled, back to walking and moving like nothing happened. 

Caine moved closer to the door.  “ Now get ready for bed! We have another routine to do first thing in the morning! How exciting.“

Before she could say anything else, Caine was out. Pomni let out little exhausted groans and put her forehead down on the table. “Augghh! God!" She put her hands on her head, just about ready to have her fourth mental breakdown. “ I can't… I CAN’T. I hate this place!”

The mannequins didn't know how to groom her in that position, and so they simply put her bow back on, and gave her a pat on the head. 

She stayed in that position for a little longer, quiet, just letting it all seep in. While she wallowed, the mannequins left her with the room since they finished their work. Now, it was only Pomni by herself.

She took a breath and turned her head up. Chin on the vanity, looking up at the mirror. She stared at the reflection, the constant reminder of her digital prison, and sighed.

It's okay, Pomni.

We have a plan. 

This isn't over yet. 

[crimsonbubble]

Candied Thorns

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, demon!joong, he's also kinda pervy, masturbation, overstimulation, creampie, breeding kink, praise *not proofread, just pure horny

[the story building was taking too long so I got rid of it 😭😭😔]

special tags for @sugarnspice630 @ravenempress101 @autieofthevalley

Demons can't just go around falling in love with humans. But Hongjoong wasn't one to abide by the rules; he may have made them but that doesn't mean he can't stray from them from time to time.

“Oh, my sweet angel, you simply spoil me, don't you, sweetheart? Such a beautiful doll, all for me, yes?”

Hongjoong leans back comfortably against the lounging sofa, his arms spread across the back of it. His eyes gleam a pretentious red, a similar coloured mist glowing around your wrists, keeping them pinned behind your back, the same mist wrapped around your hips. The smirk on his face is ever present, his eyes fluttering as you clamp down on his cock.

He revels in drowning you in pleasure, leaving your mind blank with only thoughts of more, more, and more. You were at his mercy; body, mind, and soul. He feeds into you, your arousal. But it's not enough, not like this anyway. As much as he loves sitting back and watching you go dumb on his cock, he'd much rather fuck you into the couch cushions.

Hongjoong's misty grip loosens, making you slump against his chest, whining at the friction of overstimulation creeping into your bones. Hongjoong's nails dig into your hips as he pushes you onto the couch. He props your hips, mouth hanging open with a quiet gasp as he buries himself inside you again.

His mist surrounds you again, holding you in place. Hongjoong presses himself against your back, his picking up speed too quickly for your human brain to comprehend. You can do nothing but let yourself be used, too entranced in the way his cock rubs against your sweet spot. You can't think of anything other than the demon spawn using you like a fleshlight.

Hongjoong laughs behind you, slipping a hand under your body to toy with your clit. You whimper, attempting to thrash away from the onslaught of pleasure. But with the mist coating your body, you can't stop him from splitting your pussy open on his cock; not that you wanted to. I mean, when's the next time you'll stumble upon a sexy ass demon who vowed to give you all the luxuries you want in exchange for your company? Besides, the sex is beyond good.

With the way Hongjoong was fucking you, there was no way you could possibly go back to being with a human male. Hongjoong knows it too; mainly because he finds your inner thoughts to be quite amusing. He can read all of your hidden desires, leaning your body and committing every detail to mind. He's fucking you like he hates you, loathes you, but how could he when you sound so sweet screaming his name for all to hear.

How could he hate you when your body responds well to him? How could he hate you when your pretty pussy wraps around his cock so nicely; all warm and wet, just for him. He's infatuated with you, he'd spent hours upon hours learning your likes and dislikes; that's how he knows you fucking love being used; how you like giving him your submission. He knows you'd do almost anything for him, as long as he cared for you and stayed by your side.

As sappy as he gets when gazing at your eyes that shine brighter than any star he's seen, he's on a mission to see how many loads it'll take to see your stomach bloat. He needs to stuff you full, needs to see his cum leak out of your used hole, needs to eat his cum out of you, and needs to dump more into you. You can feel his cock swell even more, pulsing as he cums in long spurts.

You're left writhing on the couch as Hongjoong seems a little lost in his mind. He seemed to have lost himself in the smell of your sweet cunt that he doesn't realize how many orgasms he's fucked you through. Your body feels like it's on fire, every nerve is ignited as Hongjoong slips in as deep as he can, his tip nearly touching your cervix every time he bottoms out.

Hongjoong cums with a shudder, burying himself to the hilt as he pumps more cum into your sore cunt. He's brought back to his senses as he pulls out of you. His eyes drop to your cunt, before eyeing his cock that twitches in interest. You dare to look over your shoulder, eyes slipping down his toned body. Your eyes widen as you stare at his cock, still hard and still very much pulsing. You peel up at Hongjoong's face, finding him already looking at you.

“Don't worry, princess, just a few more loads to dump in you, and then we can call it quits for the night. I'm sure you want that though, right? To be fucked and full of cum by the time you wake up? Don't worry, angel. I'll take real good care of you.”

[luvgavii]

wet dreams - (pg8)

summary: pedri's special way of waking you up ;)

warning: smut. minors do not interact!!

It wasn't often that you slept in. Whether it was because of uni or because you wanted to make your boyfriend breakfast before he leaves for training, early mornings were a part of your routine.

Today was an exception, you didn't have to go to university until the afternoon, so it was finally the day when it wasn't necessary to put an alarm.

When Pedri stirred, stretching his muscled arms out with a small yawn, his dark brown orbs fluttered open, immediately turning to his side to look at you. You looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling with every breath you took. Pedri smiled to himself, reaching out to put a strand of hair that was in your face behind your ear, his touch soft and tender, careful not to wake you up.

The moment you laid from your side to your back, the covers slid just enough to reveal your chest, your perky nipples immediately making Pedri's pupils dilate, his mind going to the night before.

He bit down on his lower lip, fighting back the urge to run a hand over your breasts. He wasn't a fan of touching you in such an intimate way without having your consent, no matter how many times you'd told him you wouldn't mind to wake up to his face between your thighs.

You've taken him by surprise when a quiet hum left your slightly parted lips, his chocolate eyes moving from your tits to your face, taking in your messy bed hair. Even in moments like this, when his morning wood physically hurt him, he couldn't help but look at you lovingly, his gaze filled with eternal love.

Pedri smirked, and he stated 'why not?' as he started lowering himself to press wet, open mouthed kisses to your collarbone, moving lower to the valley between your breast.

Your peaceful dream has suddenly taken a turn between dreamland and reality, your mind still half asleep as you tried to figure out if what you were feeling is real or just a dream. Regardless, you hummed, laying on your back more comfortably and nuzzling your head into the pillow, giving him more access to your body. Pedri took this as a sign to continue, he looked up at you, seeing that your eyes were still closed, his tongue darted out to tease your nipple, while his hand took care of the other one.

That sensation alone was enough to convince you of reality, your lips curling into a sleepy smile as Pedri pulled the covers to the side, revealing your bare body to him as he continued to kiss down your body, his tongue tasting your skin ever so lightly as he settled between your thighs, his lips leaving love bites. He finally looked up at you, his hands softly caressing your thighs as you hummed and whimpered, a smirk on his lips as he saw your sleepy-lust filled expression.

"Abre las piernas para mí, muñeca," he instructed and you couldn't help but do so, your thoughts filled with the dirtiest images the human brain could imagine. (spread your legs for me, doll)

Pedri's fingers ran over your inner thighs, his touch light and teasing as he eyed your glistening core, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip in anticipation. One of his hands moved to your hip, holding you down against the soft mattress as his finger ran over your folds, producing a dirty, wet sound that made his blind go blank for a second before regaining composure, his two fingers spreading your pussy in front of him. He enjoyed how desperate you were for him, how you bucked your hips begging for more, and he was going to give you everything you asked for.

His breaths came out in short pants, seeing you leak your juices around his fingers as you clenched around nothing. Pedri smirked up at you, obviously loving how you responded to his touch, he was filled with pride and arrogance, knowing he is the only one that gets to see this side of you.

Ending the cruel teasing, he finally lowered himself to your pussy, his brown eyes locked on yours, his fluffy and messy hair (😔😔) resting on his forehead. He ran his tongue over your folds, collecting your juices with the tip of his tongue as you moaned and arched your back into him. Pedri closed his eyes for a moment, savoring your taste against his tongue as he groaned, the vibration only making your thighs tremble even more.

His tongue moved up to your clit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced skill as his mouth sucked on it. Pulling away slightly, Pedri tore his eyes from you, instead, he looked at your pussy, his finger teasing your entrance, making you whimper with need. He smiled wickedly, his chin and stubble glistening with your juices as he did so, slowly sliding a finger inside of you and groaning at the warm, wet place.

"Estás tan necesitada, nena. Tan preparada para mí, tan mojada," he groaned, his middle finger starting to move in and out of you at a slow, steady pace. (you're so needy, baby. so ready for me, so wet.)

"Más," you managed to breathe out, looking down at him through your eyelashes as he rested between your thighs, watching his middle finger move in and out of you with sloppy sounds that seemed to fade away in the background of your moans.

You gasped and tilted your head back, your eyes closing shut as not only did you feel him add his ring finger, but also felt his tongue and mouth on your clit again, moving more rapidly this time. You moaned, his name rolling off your tongue like honey as his fingers seemed to hit every single one of your sweet spots, curling in that perfect way to push you closer to your orgasm, your sleep long forgotten.

The knot in your stomach tightened, making you clench around his fingers tightly, your hand tangling in his hair and guiding his movements to prevent him from edging you, your moans becoming more loud and desperate as your body spasmed with the intensity of your orgasm. Pedri helped you ride it out, his fingers sliding out of you as they got replaced by his tongue, licking and slurping on your juice like his life depended on it.

As you panted, trying to catch your breath, Pedri lifted himself up, his glistening lips formed into a grin, clearly pleased by how you two started the morning.

"Creo que podría acostumbrarme a mañanas como esta," he said cheekily, kissing your stomach and chest as he towered over you, coming face to face with you, still grinning as his eyes shined with mischief.

You chuckled, wiping his mouth and chin with your palm before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Y creo que podría acostumbrarme a despertarme así," you grinned back with a cheeky giggle. (and i think i could get used to waking up like this) "Round 2?"

[shidoglazer]

Hiii!! This is my first request on this blog feeling a bit shy or wtvr from how pretty it is 😻😻

Anywho, I was thinking about the song Les by Childish Gambino, specifically the part where he goes “Nobody else matters girl, and, uh. We're kissing in the bathroom. We're kissing in the bathroom, girl, and, uh. I hope nobody catch us. But I kinda hope they catch us, anyway” (I had to copy and paste that so I hope it looks normal and not formatted weird) and thought about an high school au party where Shidou and reader end up making out in the bathroom, reader being a bit worried that someone might come in while on the other hand Shidou doesn’t mind somebody coming inside the bathroom. In the end, someone does in fact walk in on the two of them😔. Do this if you like I just needed to request it to a great writer before forgetting!!

tumblr marked your image sensitive content LOL i was so scared to open it

shidou ryusei oneshot suggestive no smut but mdni anws

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* ＠shidoglazer

the house was bustling with disco lights that obliterated your vision and loud music that made blood rush to your ears. while your whole friend group has already scattered away, grinding up against other college boys at the party, you were scared to even strike up a conversation with anyone.

you made your way to the living room to find a place to sit, but it was completely occupied by multiple men manspreading while some girls were on their laps. you made your way to the kitchen, only to see jocks around the counter, yelling “chug chug chug chug!—” to one of their friends who was downing a bottle of beer. in a lost cause, you made your way to the bathroom.

you twisted the door knob, thanking the heavens no one was in there as you quickly went in and slammed the door shut, closing your eyes as you leaned against the door, letting out a sharp breath. you thought you finally had some peace before a voice came out, one too familiar.

“yo, princess.” shidou ryusei, your ex. your eyes snapped open as you saw the man at the bathroom mirror fixing his eyeliner, you quickly scrambled to stand upright, trying to find any words that could explain why you were in the bathroom.

“shidou?!- i, um, i was- trying to find a friend and, i, um— uhh,” you stuttered over your words, your fingers twiddling with the hem of your dress that barely covered your thighs. you tried to continue your sentence before being cut off by the man.

“nah, don’t gimme that bullshit. what? you ready to get back together? cmover here princess.” he closed his eyeliners cap, stretching an arm out. you wanted to leave, you wanted to go home, you wanted a lot of things right now— and yet for some reason, you wanted shidou.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

“r-ryu,,” you pull away from his tongue assaulting your mouth as he has you pinned against the counter of the bathroom, leaving a string of saliva between you two.

“yeah, doll, missed me s’much when i was gone huh? knew you’d come crawling back.” you could only nod hazily at his words, gripping onto his shoulders as you struggled to find your words,

“someones gon’catch us, we should stop,” you tried to push him away, only to be met with his hand, much bigger then your entire face gripping your jaw with such harshness, yet a few traces of gentle and warmth could be found in it.

“let them.” was all he said before diving his tongue back into your mouth, tilting your head up by your jaw as his other hand held tightly onto your waist as if you’d run away from him, but that was the last thing you’d ever want to do. you’d stay here forever if you could, trapped in a haze with your .. ex ? boyfriend ? friends with benefits ?? whatever.

your dress strap fell down to the side of your shoulder, revealing a pink laced bra underneath it, the one he bought for you, and it didn’t go unnoticed by shidou. this was the only time he let go of your body to flip you over so your back was resting on his chest, then bending you over the bathroom counter, causing you to squirm in shock/surprise.

“naughty f’cken girl.” he rolled his hips against the curve of your ass before his hand trailed up to your bra strap, hooking a finger underneath it as he pulled it upwards, then sending it down suddenly with a slapping sound against your skin. “s-shit ryu,” your breath shuddered, feeling his cold hands around your body as-

“y/n, your fucking ex?!?” your best friend yelled, standing at the doorway as she stared down at the shidou that was dry humping you against the counter. you quickly shoved him off and stood upright, dusting off your dress as you smiled awkwardly towards her.

“..anri! heyyy!..” “your best friends a real whore f’me, anri.” “?!?”

★ more bangers here ( my master list 🙏 )

[noctiva]

Penny for your thoughts, tiva darling??

Wanted to pick ur brain some more about our favorite deranged murder malewives :3 what do you think some of Toby and Ej’s favorite positions are in bed?? 🤔 (word vomit incoming bc that’s just what I do here ig)

I feel like Jackie boi would be into the more primal shit (go figure!!) like rlly into manhandling and just how absurd his size is compared to yours and takes full advantage of just wrangling you abt however he sees fit as if u were a little doll,,,like fuckin u from behind but towering over you and taking hold of ur neck so u have no choice but to stare up at this BEAST behind u just goin ham grunting and growling away….yum (I need to draw this skghfjfnfj)

But for our Toby!!!! Absolute mad lad. He’s actually a funny one bc I can see him liking to be a bit sweeter at times,, seeking out positions were he can see ur pretty face and watch the expressions and hear the sounds he pulls outta u best. But I cannot lie I’m a SUCKER for rlly mean rlly ruff and tuff Toby where he just wants to push u to ur limits and see how much he can make u endure. (This is why ur writing just DOES things to me) Like absolutely ravaging the shit outta u while keeping u in a headlock type beat LMAO ur drooling all over his bicep as he ruts against ur pretty ass and u get to listen to all those husky breaths and whimpers in ur ear abt how good u feel :((( #winning

Perfect counterpart to Jack having to be a bit more gentle and mindful of his strength no???? My princesses make me so crazy ✊😔 I’m unwell :’)

-🧃

oh I will GLADLY answer this

You hit the nail on the head with Jack. He’s well aware of the difference in both size and strength between the two of you. So, he’s careful - so not to accidentally hurt you - but he’s using his difference in strength to a FULL advantage

His favourite positions include…

You on top, regular or reverse cowgirl, he doesn’t really care - just so that he can grab hold of your waist and bounce you up and down on him like a doll. You don’t even have to do anything tbh, he’s doing all the work

Standing - is there anything better than having you moaning and clinging to him while he holds your body tightly and fucks up into you? For Jack, no tbh. He loves how you just go so pliant, grappling into him with trembling fingers as his claws dig into the meat of your ass

Mating press - c’mon, we saw this coming. Just absolutely pounding you into the bed dude LMAO he just loves bending your body to his will, Pushing your knees right up to your chest, damn near folding you in half as he presses down on your calves, keeping you riiiiight where he wants you

Doggy, but he’s a little mean with it - claws digging into your hips and pressing your stomach flush against the bed, forcing your body into a mean arch as he sinks into you over and over again. Sometimes he’ll snake a hand around your throat and pull you up towards him - back flush to his chest as you gasp for air

Toby on the other hand is a bit of a wild card tbh. He likes a little bit of everything - so long as he’s inside you he’s happy lmao

But if he had to choose…

Face off 100% - He just loves your pretty face, and wants to see it up close in personal when it scrunches up and contorts in pleasure. Loves making out with you while y’all are fucking too, so this is perfect. You on his lap, pressed so close he can feel every breath you take - moaning into his mouth with each roll of your hips

69 - LOLLL yeah I’m throwing this out here because dude loves to eat pussy, and what’s better than that? You choking on his cock while he does it. Big fan. Even after he cums he’ll still be up in it though, leaving you gasping and moaning right next to his dick as he fucks his tongue into you

Missionaryyy - He’s a lover boy, okay? Plus, he loves playing with and sucking on your tits while you tremble beneath him. Bonus points because it’s just so easy to bury his face in your neck and get his teeth sunk into your flesh

Backshots, but against a wall - Nasty fucker sksksjsk. There’s just something about the way you crumple. How your body slips further down the wall with each thrust, how your legs get shaky and your knees buckle, leaving him to practically hold your whole weight up as he fucks into you. Loves it. You look so pathetic.

Bonus round!

Toby’s a fan of fucking you in front of mirrors. Getting to see what’s going on from every angle. How your ass jiggles when you ride him, how your eyes roll back when he’s fucking you from behind. The type to get a mirror installed above your bed LMAO

Jack’s blind, so he’s big on touch and taste. Caressing and licking every inch of skin he can get at. Mapping out your entire body with his fingers and tongue.

Toby’s up for bondage. Like forreal, with ropes and gags, or just him tugging his belt off and using it to tie your wrists together. (Lovessss fucking you from behind like this. Using your bound wrists as leverage to pull you back onto him with each thrust)

Jack LOVES getting head. He knows he’s big, even your pussy can barely take him sometimes - so getting to hear you whimper and whine as you struggle to open your jaw wide enough for him? Exquisite.

Toby will fuck you quite literally anywhere if you ask him. Bathroom? Outside? On the kitchen table? Sure! Let him at it!

Jack’s a tease. Tbh the first 30 mins will probably just be him lazily dragging his claws across your skin. Feeling the goosebumps that raise on your body, hearing it as your pulse picks up.

[yan-randomfandom]

Hiii baby! Can I request Jinx, Cait and if you do Maddie (all separately) w/ a gf who is dose very crafty/homemade makeovers?

Hear me out- why spend money on a cut & color, new piercing, nails ect when your hg can do it for you herself?? (I just grew up poor and had to learn😭😭)

Jinx, Caitlyn, & Maddie with a crafty girlfriend headcanons!!

a/n: omg its so nice that you rose up & learned em😭 such a fun request! this one is written before act 3

I didn't proofread or edit so please feel free to point out anything that's bothering you 😭

also this might be ooc.... im so sorry if it is😔

Let's go and start with ...

🌀

Jinx

Jinx has an established style with her neon painted nails, twin braids, inventions, and everything in her possession. An endearing fashion sense, even if some think it looks ridiculous lmaooo

With Jinx being an artisan and artist herself, you both find being creative a common ground in your relationship!

Makeovers anytime, anywhere. No need to find professionals when you have your girlfriend right here! It's a give and take relationship for sure. I imagine it'd be so fun and full of laughs 😩

Also I think you guys will inspire each other back and forth lolol

Having an art block and you don't like it? Ask the other for help!

And if you're both having art blocks? Well, Jinx will take you out on vastly different spots until you find what you're looking for. It's a great way to bond, and sightseeing is nice (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

When you're exploring new styles, and you aren't doing it on Jinx, she would love to simply watch you work. It has some sort of calming effect on her, especially if you're rambling while doing it.

If she sees something of your art that she likes, she might just copy you in her style! Kind of like how Jinx did that makeup when she was in Vi's apartment or something

Although don't be surprised if you wake up and see your face horrendously painted in the morning 😔

You can't even revenge because she sleeps with one eye open, I fear

☄️

Caitlyn

MAN. I feel like you'd have to beg Caitlyn for even the simplest makeovers. She looks so plain rn (in the style way) or am I just blind 😭

You suppose it makes sense. She looks so perfect and you keep giving compliments. Like, why is she so pretty?? There's just so many possibilities you can do with her appearance!!

But, sadly, she doesn't let you give her makeovers much. Not that she doesn't like your work, she respects it and adores it, but arts isn't exactly her thing.

I think make-up of any kind would probably feel uncomfortable for her. Plus it would be a hassle to remove it, she would say.

What you can do is give her hair a trim. A perfect line, as much as possible. She comes to you when her hair feels longer, or more damaged, than usual. Granted, it can be boring, but you're just glad you're doing something for her.

Another thing is that you can choose outfits for her. You can doll her up anytime as long as you don't take too long picking combinations!

If she has time, she'll probably let you paint her nails. Make sure she doesn't regret it, or else she might never let you again.

She'd buy anything you want, by the way. Money isn't a problem for her. So you technically have unlimited supplies, thank goodness, 'cause sometimes they can be so expensive.

You jokingly tell her that even if you break up, if she ever changes her mind about getting something, she'll come to you. Absolute dibs on Caitlyn!!

🍯

Maddie

I feel like Maddie has never really delved into bodily artworks, since she spent most of her time studying about laws and stuff.

Like,, do we agree on the motion that she cut her hair so she doesn't have to deal with it 😭 Less weight during missions too

So when her amazing girlfriend happens to be passionate about creatives? Oh, boy, she's going to be filled with curiosity.

She'll allow you to do anything you want to her, as long as it isn't permanent. In fact, she's super enthusiastic about it, always trusting the process and seeing the result.

You're so creative that it's impressive!! Even if it isn't your best work, she always finds a way to praise you 😭

She'd love to watch you work as well, but she's not exactly the quiet type 🥲

Expect a whole bunch of questions. "What's that for?" "Why are you putting that?" "Ooh, that technique looks complicated. How—"

One of your quality time is definitely you trying to teach her new things. Let her paint your nails, do your hair, and anything that can make you both happy.

If you make clips or whatnot, you definitely try to overload her fluffy hair with decoration. You try different hairstyles possible with that length of hers.

Sometimes, you catch her playing around with your make-up alone. It almost always ends with you fixing it up for her 😭

you, showing your new haircut (it looks horrible): yoooo isn't this so rizzing

jinx: hell yeah

caitlyn: you are not going out like that. go get your unnecessary amount of hair extensions and choose from there

maddie: hell yeah

[isa-beenme]

Whispers of Secrets and Starlight

AHA all I wrote is finishing guys 😭😭😭 I'll probably take longer to post now so forgive me

Aaaand how are we feeling about Feyre and Lucien? I have a few plans for them 🫦🫦🫦

Also, when i finished this chapter I was like DAMN this took a curve i wasn't exactly planning, so the song choice didn't matched the vibe of it... these songs are very important for my storytelling okay?

Warnings: Use of Y/N, ACOTAR rewrite, female main character, we are at 30% book following, we killed Amarantha but got Ianthe 🤢, a tiny little bit of longing, mentions of PTSD, mentions of SA, mentions of violence and abuse, just a tiny bit of Rhysie boo 😔👎

Whispers of Secrets and Starlight - Masterlist

Chapter 7: Tear

Alis had to physically step out of the way when you paced back and forth in your room for the twentieth time that morning.

"And then that fucking whore of Ianthe had the audacity to suggest red roses in the bouquet. Red roses! As if she doesn't know Feyre can't even handle seeing the color red!"

Alis clicked her tongue, folding one of your silk nightgowns with the calm of someone who definitely heard worse from you before. "And what did you suggest, then?"

You stopped mid-step, spinning to her with a scowl. "Not having the fucking wedding at all would be a good start. Or lilies. I like lilies."

Alis snorted, not even bothering to hide it anymore.

"But nooo," you went on, throwing your hands in the air, your voice dripping with your Night Court accent — not that you bothered hiding it anymore, everyone in Prythian knew exactly who you were, what you've done and where you are from. "Everything needs to be perfect, everything needs to be white, and pure, and fucking suffocating because Ianthe wants her little doll dressed up for the slaughter. And that fucking—"

Alis raised a brow. "Language."

You slammed your hands on the vanity table. "—Fucking dogshit Tamlin is doing absolutely nothing! That girl wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming, vomiting her guts out, and the bastard just keeps pretending he's asleep like the little coward whoreson he is."

Alis carefully stacked the folded gown, giving you the same unimpressed look she'd given you since you got in Spring Court for the first trailing mud through the kitchen in the manor. "It's not like you're helping either."

You snapped your head at her. "Excuse me?"

Alis crossed her arms, the corner of her mouth twitching. "You reject every idea Ianthe gives—"

"Because they're shit ideas."

"—You barge into Tamlin and Feyre's room every night like a banshee—"

"She's dying in there, Alis! And that shit piece of fuck pretends he can't hear it!"

Alis tilted her head. "And you think scaring Feyre up even more by screaming at him helps?" You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Okay, maybe she had a point.

Alis took advantage of your silence. "And let's not forget—" she gestured at your figure, pacing around the room in a deep violet dress, with black embroidery swirling down your puffy sleeves and neckline — your neckline that dipped just a little too low for Spring Court tastes, "—you insist on not wearing Spring Court attire."

You gaped at her, clutching your chest dramatically. "That's what this is about? You're siding with the nun there because of my dress code? I'm wearing a dress! It's not like I'm walking around naked!"

"Not yet." Your jaw dropped.

Alis smirked. You pointed a finger at her, pacing again. "I'm wearing this because these are the only damn colors that don't make me feel like I'm being suffocated. These are my homecourt colors, okay? I'm not gonna prance around in pastel fucking pinks while that devotional fucking whore bitch is out there planning a wedding that's more hers than Feyre's! I'm not the one losing my mind here, actually, they are the madman! You know what—"

You spun on your heels, marching straight for the closet, throwing open the doors.

"I'm wearing black every fucking day from now on. I'm wearing feathers and beads, and all the fucking Night Court slutty sparkles I can find, and if anyone has a problem with that, they can shove a whole bouquet of lilies up their—"

"Alright, enough." Alis clapped her hands once, sharp. You blinked at her. "You done?"

Your chest was heaving, the claws under your nails itching to break out, not that you'd let them, not after everything. Alis just gave you that same calm, deadpan look.

"You finished your tantrum, or should I bring some faerie wine so you can cry on the floor too?"

You glared at her. "You're lucky I love you."

Alis grinned. "I know."

You groaned, rubbing your hands down your face. "This whole place is driving me insane."

"I can see that." You flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the distant birdsong outside, the warm Spring breeze sneaking through the window.

Alis walked over, smoothing down your skirt — your purple skirt, embroidered with Night Court stars. "You always fought best when you didn't pretend to be something you're not."

You peeked at her through your fingers. "I don't even know who I am anymore."

Alis squeezed your knee. "You know exactly what you are, girl. You're too stubborn to be anything but yourself."

Her voice softened, full of the warmth you had always associated with home since you got here, you always thought Velaris would gain a lot of love if she ever decided to leave Spring.

"And they know it too, and are scared of it. That's why they keep trying to put you in a box."

You swallowed hard. A knock sounded at the door.

When you opened it, there was a package waiting on the floor, wrapped in black silk and tied with a single violet ribbon. No note. But you felt the brush of him — of Rhysand — against your mind the second your fingers touched the fabric.

“Just in case you wanted to piss them off a little more, little mouse.”

Your grin was wicked.

Alis sighed. "Pray to the Mother, child. You're going to burn this whole Court down."

You looked at the box, then back at her. And smiled. "That's the plan.”

☆

Alis was still nagging in that calm, irritating voice of hers.

"I'm just saying you should think a little bit before provoking Tamlin that way. You know the tithe—"

You whirled around so fast your skirt flared, your chest already heaving again. "Think? Think?! I need to think?!”

"Yes," Alis said, folding her arms like the smug little damn saint she was.

“I'm actually thinking a lot right now, Alis! I'm thinking about how I'm gonna rip off that stupid motherfucker's head and shove it down on Ianthe's a—"

A knock interrupted you. Sharp, quick. When you yanked the door open, already ready to start yelling at whoever it was, you saw him. Lucien stood there, pale as death. Your breath caught.

He looked like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and there was this haunted, broken look on his face — one you hadn't seen since Under the Mountain. Alis took one glance at him, muttered something about folding linens, and slipped away. You barely noticed.

"Lucien," you whispered, stepping aside to let him in.

He didn't even wait for you to close the door before he started pacing, running a shaking hand through his red hair. "I can't—I can't watch it anymore."

Your heart squeezed. "Feyre?"

He nodded, swallowing hard. "I—I miss her, you know?" His voice cracked, and your chest ached. "The girl that... that played cards with me by the fire. The girl that gossiped about Tamlin behind his back."

You blinked, surprised. "You two gossiped?"

Lucien let out a hollow, bitter laugh. "Every night. She used to tell me all the things she would do if she were High Lady, how she'd put you in charge of teaching the other females how to curse properly."

Your throat tightened. You remembered that girl too, the girl who smiled, who fought back, who was brave and sharp and full of fire. The girl who was gone. Trapped under cheap jewelry and stupid dresses.

Lucien's voice dropped to a whisper. "Even... even Under the Mountain... When she cried, I— I got to console her. I felt like I was helping somehow." His golden eye flicked to yours, shining. "But now... Now she just smiles and says she's fine."

You clenched your fists so hard your nails bit into your palms. Because you knew what kind of smile he was talking about. You'd seen it on your own face every time someone asked how you were after your mother died. The smile of the broken, she used to call it. The smile Tamlin was forcing onto Feyre's face every day.

Lucien's hands were shaking. "I tried to talk to him," he muttered, pacing again. "I tried to tell him we should postpone the wedding. Give her time to... to actually want it."

Your heart stopped. "And?"

Lucien's face twisted in something like shame. And when you reached out to pat his back, he winced.

The sound that left you was pure snarling fury. "Lucien." Your voice was deathly soft. "What happened?"

He didn't answer, just shrugged off his coat with jerky, angry movements, unbuttoning his shirt and turning his back to you. Your stomach dropped. Three long, red gashes marred the copper skin of his back, deep and still healing. Claw marks.

You barely realized you were shaking until Lucien glanced at you over his shoulder.

"He said—" Lucien's voice broke. He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. "He said: So you think she doesn't want to marry me? Why do you think she did all of that Under the Mountain for?"

Your blood turned to ice. You could already hear Tamlin's smug, lazy drawl echoing in your head. As if Feyre's sacrifice had been about him.

Lucien's jaw clenched, his hands fists at his sides. "I told him she did it because she has a good heart. Because she wanted to save everyone." His golden eye flicked to yours. "And then he—"

He didn't need to finish. Your vision blurred red. You turned away from him, pacing, your nails digging into your palms so hard your claws were already starting to push through.

"That shithead son of a bitch, I swear that I'll get him while he sleeps and I will—

Lucien just sank into the edge of your bed, running both hands down his face. "I hate him," he whispered, voice ragged. "I hate what he's doing to her. What he's making me… making us watch."

You froze. Then slowly, carefully, you walked over to him, pressing a cool, steady hand to his shoulder. Lucien flinched at first, as if the sensation you emanated was one too close to Tamlin's powerful one. But when he glanced up at you, you saw it there, in his lone golden eye. The same thing you saw every time you looked in the mirror lately. Rage.

You leaned in close, your voice a whisper against his ear. "I'm going to kill him one day."

Lucien's breath caught. His head snapped toward you, mouth half-open, like he'd expected you to be joking. You weren't. Not this time. Not after what he did to Feyre. Not after what he did to Lucien, the only one who ever fucking tried to help everyone around him.

Lucien's breath shuddered out. "I'm with you."

You squeezed his shoulder once.Then turned, marching straight to your closet. Alis had been right about one thing. You fought best when you didn't pretend to be something you weren't. And you weren't Spring Court. Could never be.

You grabbed the black velvet dress Rhysand had sent you weeks ago, throwing it over your head. It was simple, but its long sleeves clung to your arms, the plunging neckline showed exactly what you wanted to show. And its color was a bright, burning fuck you to everything this Court was trying to force down your throat. It was a funeral dress, and you were going to kill a High Lord.

Lucien watched you from the bed, his mouth slightly open. "What are you doing?"

You smoothed your skirts, adjusting the sheer panels that slashed down your thighs. "I'm going to the tithe." You flashed him a smile. Sharp. Predatory. "Someone needs to remind that fucked up bastard who he's dealing with.”

☆

The throne room was packed with fae of all shapes and sizes crowding the stone floor, some standing, others kneeling before the dais where Tamlin sat on that fucking oversized ugly throne of his. Feyre was perched on a little chair beside him — small, pale, a ghost in blue silk. Her spine was rigid, her face blank.

You felt something coil tight in your chest at the sight of her. Lucien's hand wrapped around your wrist before you could step inside. "You shouldn't be here," he hissed. "Tamlin prohibited you from participating in the tithe."

You wrenched free. "Let's see if he has the balls to shove me out of the room himself, then."

Lucien muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “stubborn danger eating girl”, but he followed you in anyway.

Tamlin's green eyes snapped to you the moment you stepped into view. They narrowed, but he said nothing. You smiled sweetly. Good. Because if he was waiting for you to bow or beg he'd be waiting a long fucking time.

You leaned against one of the marble columns lining the room, arms crossed, letting the flow of the tithe wash over you as you waited for the perfect moment to strike. One by one, the lesser fae came forward. And one by one, Tamlin robbed them blind.

It was the trembling water-wraith kneeling before him that finally snapped the last thread of your patience.

"I—I have no gold this month, my lord," she said, voice soft and lilting. "But if you give me more time—"

Tamlin's hand curled around the arm of his throne, claws slipping free. "You have no more time."

Your heart started pounding. Feyre didn't blink. Didn't move.

Tamlin's lips pulled back from his teeth. "You owe the Spring Court. Or you can pay with your life."

You launched off the column before you even realized what you were doing.

"Won't you pay to Feyre Cursebreaker for saving your life?"

The room froze. Every single pair of eyes snapped to you as you crossed the room, including Tamlin's. Lucien cursed under his breath as he followed you.

Feyre... Feyre blinked. It was the first reaction you'd seen from her all day.

Tamlin's head slowly turned in your direction, that low, dangerous growl rattling in his throat. "This is not your place."

"Maybe not." You strode forward, voice ringing through the room. "But if you're taking money from your own people when they have nothing left, then someone needs to say something to you."

Tamlin's eyes flashed. He stood, towering, golden, every inch the predator he wanted everyone to believe he was. "I am the High Lord of this Court," he snarled. "You are nothing here. You don't get to decide—"

"The tithe is going to be postponed," you snapped.

Gasps echoed through the room. Tamlin's power pressed down on you. Heavy. Suffocating. He used his High Lord voice — the one that made every fae bow, made every creature in this Court obey without question.

“Stay quiet and go back to your room, Y/N. And apologize to your High Lord for causing such shameful scene”

Your knees buckled. For a heartbeat, you almost... Almost apologized. Almost submitted. But something —

Something deep beneath your skin snapped. Not your own power. But the land itself. The earth beneath your feet. The air around you. It recoiled from him. It whispered to you. No.

You straightened and the pressure on your chest vanished. Tamlin's eyes widened.

"Postpone the tithe," you said again and the room seemed to listen. The walls seemed to breathe with your voice. The fae who'd been kneeling before Tamlin scrambled back, eyes wide. Lucien's mouth hung slightly open behind you, his golden eye flicking between you and Tamlin like he'd just realized he'd been serving the wrong master this entire time. Tamlin's nostrils flared.

"You dare—"

"I very much dare," you cut in, stepping closer. Your heart was hammering but you refused to let him see it. "You're a shitty High Lord, Tamlin. The first thing you do after the curse is lifted is take from your people instead of helping them rebuild?"

His claws sliced through the air. But they stopped halfway. You saw it happen. The way the command lodged in his throat. The way his own magic refused to move against you. The way the ground beneath your feet seemed to hum in approval.

The air was electric, like the entire room was holding its breath. Even Feyre's deadened eyes flicked to you. You leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper only he could hear.

"I'm going to kill you. Did you hear me?" His breath caught. Your smile sharpened, dark and cold. "I'm gonna do it the same way I did to her." Tamlin staggered back. You bared your teeth. "Let me remind you what actually killed Amarantha, Tamlin. It wasn't Feyre's bravery. It wasn't me or my magic." Your voice was a knife, low and cutting. "It was her crown. And her belief that there was no one more powerful than her. It made her blind to the truth."

His green eyes flashed. "You can't—"

"I can. And I will if you give me the chance" You turned your back on him, your skirts sweeping behind you. "Feyre is indeed the Cursebreaker, since you like to remind everyone of that." You glanced over your shoulder. "But it would do you good to remember that I'm Y/N Queenslayer for a reason."

Tamlin's mouth opened… But no sound came out. He couldn't speak. Because you hadn't given him permission. The whole room was staring now.

“Go home, and take what you gave to him back. The tithe is cancelled for today.” Than you walked straight to Feyre, took her cold, limp hand in yours and led her out of that throne room like a goddamned queen escorting another.

Lucien fell into step beside you, still gaping.

The moment the doors off the throne room shut behind you, Feyre's breath caught. Like something had finally cracked open in her chest.

"You—" Lucien started, then shook his head, hair wild. "What the hell was that?"

You didn't look at him. You kept your arm steady around Feyre's trembling shoulders. "I don't know," you muttered.

But your heart was still pounding. Still buzzing with whatever the fuck had just happened. Whatever it was —

It had nothing to do with only you. It was the land itself. It was Prythian. It was the Night Court. As if the land was waiting. Watching. Finally starting to claim what had always been its own. What has been running away from it for the past hundreds of years.

☆

You dragged Feyre to her room — not forcefully, not harshly — but with a determination she hadn't seen from anyone in months. Her hand trembled in yours the whole way.

“You stay here, scream if Tamlin or that stupid nun show up in the corridor.” You told Lucien before you closed the door behind you, leading her to the bed.

She just stood there, her arms hanging limp at her sides, eyes glassy, her breathing shallow. You crouched before her, placing your hands gently on her knees.

"Feyre." No response. "Feyre, look at me."

Her eyes snapped to yours, wide, hollow... afraid. Your heart clenched.

"You're safe now. You're with me," you whispered.

A small, broken sound escaped from the back of her throat, like she didn't quite believe you. You squeezed her knees, grounding her.

"Talk to me, Fey." Her breathing hitched.

For a long moment, she didn't say anything. Then—

"I'm not sure I want to marry him." The confession came out in a hoarse whisper, as if the words had been rotting inside her for months.

Your heart stopped. Feyre's lip trembled. Her eyes filled with tears she hadn't allowed herself to shed.

"I'm not even sure I even love him."

The broken whisper nearly gutted you. Your hands clenched on her knees, nails biting into the fabric of her dress.

"He told me... that I fought for this. That I should be grateful for his protection. For his love." Her voice cracked. "Even when I didn't want to—"

She broke off, shaking her head. Your stomach plummeted. Your blood turned to ice.

"He made you?" you whispered, voice barely more than a growl.

Feyre's breath caught, her whole body going still. Like she hadn't even meant to say it out loud. Her silence was enough.

You felt something dark stir beneath your skin, something that tasted like blood and death and vengeance.

But Feyre —

Sweet, broken Feyre —

Just kept talking.

"As soon as the curse was broken and we came back... everything changed." Her voice was shaking, barely holding back sobs. "It wasn't... it wasn't always like that. Before Under the Mountain, he was... gentle. But even then, if I didn't want to do something, like walking in the manor, painting or talking to him, he would always find a way to convince me. But it wasn’t this aggressive."

Your nails bit deeper into her knees. It grounded her, reminded her you were there.

"He would say—" Feyre choked on a sob. "He would say things like... 'You're soon to be my wife, you should get used to it.' Or... 'You fought Amarantha for this, didn't you?'"

Her whole body crumpled. Like the weight of those words had finally broken her down. As if she just realized how bad and wrong her situation actually was. Your vision blurred with red. You wanted to rip him apart, claw by claw, bone by bone.

But then—

"I told Ianthe." The name made your stomach turn.

Your breath caught. "What?"

Feyre's face twisted with shame, her tears spilling freely now. "I told her... once. After… one of those nights. She said it was my duty as Lady of Spring. That one day, I'd understand his reasons."

Your mind went blank. You were going to slaughter them both. You were going to burn this entire fucking Court to the ground.

Feyre's hands clenched in the sheets beneath her, her whole body shaking. "I didn't tell you because..." Her voice cracked again. "Because I knew you'd kill him. And I didn't want more blood on your hands. Not because of me."

The words sliced through your heart, sharp, cruel. More blood on your hands. More death. As if she'd ever had to ask you to kill for her. As if you wouldn't have gladly bathed in Tamlin's blood if it meant she'd be free.

You rose to your feet. Seething. You turned for the door. Ready to tear him apart with your bare hands, but the moment your hand touched the knob every window, every door slammed shut.

Magic hummed through the walls. Feyre gasped behind you, her breathing turning shallow, panicked. Not again. Not the cells. Not Under the Mountain. You spun back around just as she pressed herself against the headboard, clutching the sheets like they'd keep her anchored.

Her chest was heaving. Her eyes were wild, wide. Panic blooming in every line of her body.

"Feyre." You knelt before her again, grabbing her wrists. "You're not alone in this. You weren't there and you aren't here"

She couldn't even look at you. Couldn't hear you through the storm raging in her mind. So you leaned closer.Your heart hammering against your ribs. And whispered:

"You have a way out."

Her breath caught. Her eyes flicked to yours — glazed, terrified.

"He can't stop you if you call out the bargain," you murmured, voice shaking with how true you knew those words to be. "All you have to do is say the words."

Her lips parted. But no sound came out. Come on, Feyre. Come on, sister. You squeezed her wrists harder.

"You know who's been watching. Who's been waiting."

Her breathing hitched. You clenched your jaw and reached deep into yourself, deeper than ever before, until you found that fragile little thread in the back of your mind. The one you'd refused to touch for months scared you would run to him if you felt the other side of the bond. Rhysand.

You sent a thought down the bond — frantic, desperate. Get ready. For a long, horrible moment, nothing happened. Then a soft, dark pulse answered back. Waiting. Always waiting for your command. Feyre's panic was rising, choking her, drowning her.

You grabbed her face between your hands, forcing her to look at you. "Say it, Feyre."

Her eyes locked onto yours. And for one breathless second, she knew. She saw exactly what you were offering her. Exactly what you were about to do.

Her lip trembled and a small voice came out, "I don't want to stay." The world seemed to shift around you. Her voice broke on the last word "I don't want to stay in the Spring Court anymore."

A gust of wind exploded through the room, darkness flooding in like a storm, and when the shadows cleared Rhysand was leaning casually against the wall. Dressed in all black, wings not in sight, violet eyes glinting with wicked amusement.

"Hello, darling."

Your heart lurched in your chest.

He looked at you. At both of you. And for a moment, the mask slipped just enough for you to see it, the relief. The fury. The sheer hatred radiated off him in waves as his gaze flicked to Feyre and saw how pale and sacred she was. His eyes narrowed at the faint bruises on her wrists. His smile sharpened.

"Shall we leave this hellhole?”

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | knotting

pairing | alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader

warnings | omegaverse elements: knotting, mating press, breeding (and me not knowing like anything about the omegaverse.) unprotected p in v. clit rubbing. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. crying kink. breeding kink (like fr he wants her pregnant lol.) he comes in her. some brief aftercare. alpha!steve is so hot and powerful it's ruining my life.

word count | 859

an | i've wanted to write something substantial for an omegaverse au for sooo long but i've just been so hesitant to bc i don't feel super well-versed in the genre. shoutout to @starksbabie, ao3, and my google images search for teaching me everything i know about knotting LOL. and @brandycranby for teaching me about the mating press lol. if i got anything wrong, please let me know!!

imagine being alpha!steve's prized omega and mate, being fucked and bred by him during your heat 🤤 (nomad!steve is what comes to mind first, but i've also had a soft spot for endgame look for the longest time, so i'll let you take your pick 😉)

steve's the kind of alpha that doesn't let you lift a single finger (in or out of heat); everything's always done for you because duh!! you're his baby!! this is especially true when it comes to sex during your heat. your only job is to be pleasured and bred. your alpha will do everything for you, no need to worry your pretty little head 💕

thinking about him spreading you out on your back, bringing your bottom up to the edge of the bed so he can stand over you and pound into you as you lay there and take it. he gets you nice and comfy, laying a blanket down beneath you and positioning a pillow under your head to make it easier for you to look up and keep eye contact. of course, he knows you'll spend much of the ordeal with your eyes closed or rolled back in bliss 😏

the number one thing you crave during your heat is the feeling of being filled up, and by now steve's fucked you enough to make you crave being filled by him specifically. he's massive, even for an alpha. long, thick, and unbelievably powerful. because of his overwhelming size and strength, he has to maintain a good balance of fucking you hard enough to satisfy you both, but not too hard to prevent injury

the look on his face as he's ramming into you is a mixture of such pure love and authority. he absolutely talks you through it 😔🙏 you're so overcome with pleasure, he understands it's hard for you to do much talking back

sliding in and out of you at a steady speed, watching as your face is washed over with relief as you finally get what you need. "there you go, honey," smiling as he sees your tummy trembling as it's filled up, "gonna keep fucking this pretty little pussy, just keep being my good girl and taking it. let me give you what you need, doll"

bringing his thumb up to swipe over your quivering clit, always a little eager and impatient with how much he loves to see you come. crooning as you whine and wriggle at the burning feeling he's creating, "i know, baby. i know- so sensitive there, aren't you? look at this pretty little clit. so needy for me"

"nng... n-nnn," he loves the soft, weak little noises you're making. and he loves it even more as they gradually grow louder and more desperate, signaling your building climax

he's working his thumb quicker over your slick button to help keep the pressure rising, "c'mon baby, almost there. you gonna come for me? let's see if we rub a little faster-... oh-" he gasps almost mockingly with a smug smile, praising you heavily as you clench down on his swollen length

and god he could never get tired of seeing you coming. watching as your little face scrunches, your toes curling up in delight, your tummy spasming helplessly as you stammer through a string of angelic, breathy whimpers

"goood, so good for me, baby. keep coming for me, that's it," he draws out his words as you're coming down from your first high. your big, watery eyes and soft little squeaks, paired with having just seen you come, and knowing how sensitive and overstimulated you feel now?? it all makes steve's eyes burn as the heat and primal urges within him rise

it doesn't take long for him to near the edge himself. his large hands come down to manhandle you into position, grabbing under your thighs to force them up, your feet splaying out in the air as he leans himself down over you, his speed and forcefulness bringing tears to your eyes

"gonna come, sweetheart. you want me to fill you up? wanna carry my pups in that pretty little tummy of yours? come on, baby-... shit, that's it-.. f-fuck-"

the feeling of his base rounding out inside you has you crying out weakly, your entire body bracing as you feel the pressure in your core reaching its limit. as the heavy band snaps, your poor, helpless form seizes and spasms beneath your alpha. steve's heavy load shoots into you, the tight mass bulging just inside your entrance locking him inside, forcing you to take what you're given

seconds feel like hours. eventually everything fades to soft tingles as the silence is filled by your and steve's heavy breathing. as soon as he's able, he's shifting so delicately hold you against him, his thick knot still pulsing inside you hard enough to let you feel his heartbeat. "shhh, shhh," he's wiping away the tears that escaped down your cheeks, letting you rest your face in the crook of his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. "i got you, doll. just rest now. close your eyes, i'll take care of you"

[quickstappen]

track 006: he's the one i'm leaving you for

A/N: i seriously doubt that i'll be able to mantain this pace of posting, but this one couldn't really wait - enjoy the second part of track 005.

(i am sorry in advance to all the ln4 fans, he does not get better after this)

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MEXICO 2024

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paola_sainz posted new instagram stories!

caption 1: why did noone warn me about the mountains of paperwork

⟶ oscarpiastri replied to your story!

oscarpiastri I'm pretty sure Jason did warn you when you told him what you're planning

paola_sainz well he's a lawyer! I thought he's contractually obligated to say that!

oscarpiastri Do you want me to help? Or just be there to cheer you on?

paola_sainz I mean... A little cheering on wouldn't hurt

oscarpiastri Give me 30 minutes love, I'll call you when I'm at the hotel

⟶ juliandrews replied to your story!

juliandrews do you want me to come over and help? I can at least be useful since you decided to involve me in the whole project

paola_sainz it's fine, Ozzie is gonna stay on a call with me, ramble about some nonsense to get the time to go quicker

juliandrews 🧐

juliandrews yeeah, no more work getting done today then lol

caption 2: working hard or hardly working? couldn't tell you anymore

caption 3: I can't wait for you guys to see what we've been working on these past months 🫢 but first mexico city

⟶ landonorris replied to your story!

landonorris i was wondering if you were going to the gp, i guess we'll see each other soon then 😅

paola's messages:

paola_sainz and landonorris posted new instagram stories!

paola_sainz

caption 1: race might be starting soon but the work doesn't stop 😭

⟶ landonorris replied to your story!

landonorris i have a few ideas how to take your mind off of it

paola_sainz no thanks

landonorris you need to have fun every once in a while 😉

paola_sainz i have plenty of fun with my partner, thanks for asking

landonorris you know what i meant

caption 2: little sleep-in before family dinner

⟶ juliandrews replied to your story!

juliandrews insufferable the two of you 🙄

⟶ jasonndco replied to your story!

jasonndco Please, tell me you finished the paperwork before your "sleep in".

paola_sainz we did, we did. no need to panic

caption 3: all dolled up, time to face the music

⟶ oscarpiastri replied to your story!

oscarpiastri The fact that you look like THAT and you're leaving me alone in this hotel room is criminal

paola_sainz oh 🫣

paola_sainz okay, think of it like that: in the evening I'm coming back to you

paola_sainz and then you have me all to yourself for the rest of the night

oscarpiastri Well, when you put it like that 🤭

landonorris

caption 1: i heard you wanted a little something 🤫 this one's courtesy of carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Lots of things to celebrate today, we did good. Thank you everyone for this amazing family dinner too ❤️

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iamrebbecad My winner ❤️

↳ carlossainz55 ❤️

paolando4 omg first the lando story and now this? paolando nation we are thriving rn!

isawthesainz I'd sell both of my kidneys for just one chance 😫

elmatadorf1 this loooks so fancy 😍 i bet it cost a small fortune

cuddlyxricc why would paola want to ruin her relationship with her family, just look at all the splendor in this one post I'd never give it up

STARG3N the tagging makes it look... suspicious

predestined55 it's good that paola finally realised her mistake 💀 she'd never have a better life and her and lando are so good together

maiberides guys let's wait for confirmation before we celebrate 🙏

landonorris The best company as always 🤭

↳ carlossainz55 Why do I have a feeling you're not really talking about me? 💔

L3CH41R okay i'm gonna need that puny brit to take a few steps back before i start throwing hands

eveof1 sjdhjsjs is that lando and paola in the last slide???

landoscarr the way he looks at her in the 3rd slide 🥺

carlando333 oh they are FEEDING the hungry paolando stans

chat_withmani oscar fight back! fight back dammit 🤺🤺

↳ albonohypetrain girl be so fr right now 😭 lando is a much better match for her

DXLEC 🤺 get back you evil motherfucker

L4NDOP1 the real brother's best friend to lover story 😳 I'm so in love with them omg

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Honey, Honey - GC smau! pt1

George Clarke never even knew Lando Norris had a sister. well. that was until he was called to do karting alongside Quadrant.

George Clarke x norris!oc (ignore how blurry the pictures are xx, also my first post, and smau!) | !! Warnings! Explict language, Mentions of literally just the word sex(?), lmk if i missed any! !! |

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ Glamorous - Fergie, Ludacris

Liked by alexandrasaintmleux, lando, riabish, and 287,921 others! NYC on digi📸

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[user] it's unfair how aesthetic she is.

[lando] love to see the support for your brother | [solanenorris02] I know, right? [user] how would you rate the pizza? | [solanenorris02] 9.5/10 | [solanenorris02] bit greesy, made my stomach upset😕 | [lando] oh, you poor thing. | [solanenorris02] hope you crash. Honestly. [user] i love lando and solane's relationship. [user] ew, who are you to Lando? | [user] newgen🙏😭 | [user] sybau newgen | [user] oh who is you?

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ When I grow up - The Pussycat Dolls

Liked by bellahadid, frienduser, magui_corceiro, and 457,821 others!

That book taught me a lot

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[user] what does the book say? I'm blind | [user] "how to have sex" | liked by author! | [lando] oh!

[lando] you better not be doing any of that stuff that book teaches you. [lando] seriously solane | liked by author! [lando] solane i'm being dead serious you better not do any of that stuff | [solanenorris02] nurse, he's out again! | [solanenorris02] no need to get your panties in a twist, grandpa | [lando] i'm three years older than you?? | [solanenorris02] exactly. | [solanenorris02] there was no need for you to be reacting that heavily at me joking around, grandpa. | [user] CLOCKED. [user] love when solane clocks her own brother. [frienduser] I wanna move here. | liked by author! [user] imagine just casually knowing Bella hadid. | [solanenorris02] once you meet quenlin blackwell, suddenly you know everyone. | [user] how'd you meet quen?? | [solanenorris02] through Madeline Argy | [user] HOW DID YOU MEET MADELINE ARGY??? | [solanenorris02] THE INTERNET?? IDK BRO | [solanenorris02] wait, that's a lie, i do know, i met her at a race one time.

[user] holy glaze🙏😐 | [user] sybau lil bro🙏 | [user] did you just reply to yourself? [user] magui liked!! | [user] that literally does not mean that she and Lando are dating for Gods sake | [solanenorris02] ^^ to second this, my brother is a grown man who can date whoever he pleases, and can make his own decisions just fine! he doesn't need approval from people online!! (this does not mean they are dating! I wouldn't have a clue, he doesn't tell me shit!!)

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ New Romantics (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

Liked by frienduser, alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe, and 345,021 others!

NYC kinda romance💌 ──────────────────────── ── VIEW COMMENTS! [user] Queen, please give us your playlist!! | [solanenorris02] I would, but my brother is signed into my account and honestly can't tell the difference between our playlists at first glance | [user] why is Lando signed into your Spotify? | [solanenorris02] because he couldn't be bothered paying for premium when I already had it | [user] lazy mf [lilymhe] please come to a race soon!! | liked by author! | [alexandrasaintmleux] please!! | [francisca,cgomes] please! | [lando] please DON'T come. | [solanenorris02] I'm coming to the next race! | [user] HELP😭

[user] How long is she in NYC for? | [user] she's been there nearly two weeks! | [user] why? | [user] she's doing ads and stuff [frienduser] i don't wanna leaveeee😔| liked by author! | [solanenorris02] neitherrrrr

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ Empire State Of Mind - JAY-Z, Alicia Keys

Liked by frienduser, riabish, lando, and 372,076 others! Posted this in the airport😕

──────────────────────── ── VIEW COMMENTS! [user] nooo mi new york trip dumps!! | [solanenorris02] noooo mi NYC trip!!! [lando] ew, she's coming back to england | [solanenorris02] bitch, you live in monaco stfu | [maxfewtrell] gross, she's coming back to england | [solanenorris02] I'm actually going to ya mums house | [user] lmfao [user] the ferrari jacket?? | [solanenorris02] that's not me, that's my friend, and she's Itailan | [frienduser] ciao! (I'm not the italian friend)

[user] gonna miss the NYC dumps😔 | [solanenorris02] you and me both twin🤞😔 ──────────────────────── [solanenorris02] posted to their story! (!!please ignore how blurry it is!!)

───────────���──────────── [user] dabbing on them haters🤞 | [solanenorris02] so real [lando] how are you getting to your flat from the airport? | [solanenorris02] probs a uber, why? | [lando] I'll come pick you up, i'm in london | [solanenorris02] you're asking me to be in a video, aren't you? | [lando] ... | [lando] I hate you | [solanenorris02] love you too xx [frienduser] i miss it alr | [solanenorris02] real asf [frienduser] bro, i've lost you guys | [solanenorris02] YOU WENT TO THE TOILET??? HOW DID YOU LOSE US??? WE'RE IN THE SAME SPOT???

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ Little Black Dress - One Direction

Liked by alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe, frienduser, and 438,921 others!

Little black dress just walked into the room🖤📸

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[lilymhe] gorgeous girl [user] HAVE MY BABIES [user] mami😛😍🥰🍒💋🥰🔥 | [user] oh!

[frienduser] how are you single?? | [solanenorris02] /@lando | [user] HELP

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Liked by lando, frienduser, magui_corceiro, and 457,821 others! I ❤ London

──────────────────────── ── VIEW COMMENTS! [frienduser] london gal | [solanenorris02] london babe [maxfewtrell] gross, i have to see you soon | [solanenorris02] close your eyes then?? skill issue honest | [user] LMAO [user] fits are fitting | [solanenorris02] pretty sure i gave someone a bit of plumbers crack with my jeans x [frienduser] i feel like a tourist in my own country | [solanenorris02] right, because you're the queen of England. | [frienduser] girl, you knew what i meant. ──────────────────────── [solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ Seek & Destroy - SZA

Liked by quadrant, georgeclarkeey, arthurnfhill, maxfewtrell and 457,821 others!

Can you tell who stole my camera AND phone? ──────────────────────── ── VIEW COMMENTS! [arthurnfhill] totally not me. | [arthurnfhill] also, you were the one who chose which pictures to add to your post | [solanenorris02] I COULDN'T CHOOSE FROM MANY SINCE THEY WERE ALL GEORGE | [georgeclarkeey] you say that like it's a bad thing [georgeclarkeey] i finally got posted by a girl! | [solanenorris02] that's sad. [user] song choice? | [user] what are you trying to seek & destroy? | [solanenorris02] it's a good song...😔🤞 [user] having George Clarke as practically your entire insta dump then posting it to Seek & Destroy is crazy | [arthurnfhill] that's what i'm saying | [solanenorris02] it's literally not even a love song😐 [user] bro's out here defending her song choice but i'm just admiring the loml (George) | [italianbach] real (literally Solane the entire video) | [solanenorris02] FUCK OFFFFF ────────────────────────