#trophy that says uhh

[maddestmewmew]

i have a favorite mutual but also literally all my mutuals are my favorite mutual theyre just all my favorite in a diffrent category

#out here handing out participation awards for being my mutual #hands you a little trophy that says best headcannons #hands that one a little trophy that says id probably be your actual for real friend if i wasnt a pussy #hands this one a trophy that says YOU WERE HERE WHEN I WAS 13 AND ANNOYING. WHY #hands another a trophy that says jesus fuck your artstyle. eats it /pos #trophy that says YOU. are so so silly. AND. so so yass. #trophy that says you wrere literally my first follower on tumblr ever congrats #trophy that says uhh #hold on ill get back to you #ok im back #trphy that says YOU PHYSICALLY KNEW ME IRL IN MIDDLE SCHOOL . IM SOREY #trophy that says i have no genuine clue who the fuck yoh actually are but were mutuals so ily #some of these are the same person btw i only have like 5 mutus

[sttoru]

Trueform sukuna who never kisses his concubines. EXCEPT he only kisses his favorite concubine aka reader 😞🎀

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. you’re the only one deserving of lord sukuna’s.. direct affection.

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. fluff, suggestive at most. uhh exhibitionism ? kinda but nothing crazy sexual happens, so pda. size difference. reader gets called ‘doll.’

you’re standing at the entrance of the estate, along with some other concubines. four of them. uraume is there with you as well. you’re all awaiting the one person you’re serving; ryomen sukuna.

it’s silent. the women don’t dare to speak up nor do they dare address you in a menacing manner because of uraume’s presence. you’re thankful for them. you really don’t want to have another petty fight with the concubines. not before your little trip to the village nearby.

you’re all accompanying sukuna to meet up with an infamous clan leader. it’s official business, but you’re needed as a sign of your lord’s high status. you’re basically his trophies that he likes to show off.

“interesting choice of clothing,” sukuna finally shows up. you all bow, showing respect. you look up and only then realise that he’s addressing you. his eyes wander over your figure, “who’s chosen that for you?”

you glance down at your kimono. it’s a beautiful red—suiting the color of sukuna’s eyes. your hair is put up in a neat bun, with a matching crimson hairpin that represented who you belong to.

him.

“my lady-in-waiting, my lord,” you say quietly. you cannot see it, yet can easily feel it; the jealous glares from the four women. they’re dressed in the exact same color red, yet their lord hasn’t paid them any mind. not even a glance.

sukuna just hums in response and makes a mental note of your answer. at least his human servants are good for something. he continues to shamelessly check you out.

“lord sukuna,” uraume interrupts carefully. they bow their head once the king of curses looks their way with a stoic expression, “we’ll have to leave now if we wish to make it there at dawn.”

it’s a gentle reminder, but there’s some urgency in their voice. sukuna rolls his eyes—he may have some official business, but he’s not attending that. not before taking care of other more important stuff first. “silence,” he comments to uraume, heavy steps heading your way afterwards.

your eyes meet his. you blink in confusion, eyelashes fluttering. the sight makes sukuna’s hands twitch at his sides. the way you stare up at him with such naïveté is making him want to destroy it.

you’re unsure what sukuna wants from you. as he orders, everyone stays quiet. you watch as his big hands wrap around your body—your waist engulfed by his warm palms. your eyes widen, but before you can question his actions, your lips are sealed by his.

it’s rare that he does this. kissing sukuna is a privilege. one that no one has ever gotten the honour of having, except for you.

you’ve tasted him. you’ve felt his tongue slither against yours. you’ve had his saliva mix with yours. you’ve had him grunting in your mouth.

you’ve had it all.

no one says a thing. even as your feet are lifted from the ground by the sheer strength of sukuna’s grip on your small body. to reach his lips properly, he has to pick you up and hold you against his chest. it’s his favorite thing to do.

“pretty thing,” sukuna coos with a grin. you can feel his lips curling up menacingly against your mouth. it makes you whine. you instantly shut up once you realise that you’re still outside and surrounded by others—who are basically waiting on you two to be done.

you’re embarrassed to the point that you want nothing more than to hide your face against sukuna’s chest. but he will not let you until he’s had his fill. your tongues swirl around each other passionately, followed by him sucking on your bottom lip and biting it with his sharp fangs.

“my lord,” you whine quietly. you know this’ll end up like that one time in the garden. where he shamelessly took you in front of his servants. you’re unsure if it’s a smart thing to do right now. sukuna has an appointment to go to after all.

his mouth doesn’t stop interlocking with yours. his thick fingers tug at the hairs on the back of your neck, causing you to part your lips in surprise. the king of curses takes his chance and explores your warm little mouth. the one that he’s claimed as his the moment you became his concubine.

you tug at his sleeve as a reminder. sukuna grumbles in annoyance, but he knows you’re right; he should let go. his bottom set of eyes dart over to uraume for a second and upon seeing their expressionless yet determined face, he sighs.

all that official business can suck his dick.

sukuna finally detaches his lips from your now wet and swollen ones. you’re breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. you’re flustered to the point you actually bury your face into sukuna’s chiseled chest. you’re sure this’ll be the only talk around the estate for the upcoming week. you’ll become the victim of some more. . . bullying.

the king of curses notices that you don’t let go of him at all. he grins at the sight of you so desperately clinging onto him. he tries to undo the little mess he made of your once neat hair in the meantime.

“what? want me to carry you all the way there, doll?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, teasing you as per usual. you don’t let go of him since you’re still cooling off. you’ve never really kissed outside of the bedroom. it always happens behind closed doors, so this one time took you by surprise.

you shake your head and plop down on your feet again. “no, my apologies, my lord,” you straighten the material of your kimono and don’t even dare to look at the others. uraume would understand, since they’re used to their lord’s antics, but the concubines will cause big trouble once you’re back home.

sukuna nods in acknowledgment. he still got that evil smirk on his face. his thumb brushes the smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth, cleaning up his mess once again. he’s nice enough to do so today.

“heh.” sukuna lets out an amused chuckle before walking away and ahead of you—the others silently following, as do you. you’re right behind him, on his right side, as he turns his head to yours, “just so y’know, i’m not done with you.”

you know sukuna isn’t. you can easily tell by the way that he didn’t even bother to wipe the lipstick from his own lips. he’s wearing that stain like it’s a medal of sorts. evidence that you’re the only one he’s ever going to show such affection to.

either way; you’re in for one hell of a ride once you’re back from your little business trip.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff

[wheucto]

okay i put the ii contestants to randomize pairs to see what appears

#wheucto #wheucto speaks #screenshot #i'm going to rate these ships now. because i want to #testyang - uhh interesting_ i don't think they've had many interactions before. they could have a cool dynamic? idk #salted cherries - (assuming cherries is an adult here) hm. i guess cherries could use like those mask things to do impressions of other cha #-racters and salt would laugh at it. salt asks cherries to prank people? i'm sturglignh here #soaphy - honestly i could see this i already headcanon them as friends. soap cleans trophy which annoys him endlessly. they have that like- #- uh soap scrapbooks right trophy can the pictures for her. i remember that somewhere? the comics maybe? idk #tissue box - what do i say here. one of the guys' is box. what am i supposed to say. #saltfan - oh hm. maybe once fan had a crush on oj and he and salt bond over that and then fall in love or whatever. #i bet fan loves to hear the drama and gossip from salt. he and salt talk about literally whatever together for hours #fan texts her all the time #i said rate but it's more like i'm just talking about their dynamics

[occamstfs]

No Need to Apply

Here is my 1K special! Though admittedly it is nothing much out of the ordinary- Thanks to everyone who submitted prompts but especially the anonymous suggestion that spurred this transformation of a desperate twink into a cocky slob! -Occam

Brock really needed a lucky break. He had been staying with his ex since they ended it, but now that he’s sleeping with someone it’s clear that Brock needs to get his own place. Unfortunately the market is not being quite so accommodating to his urgent needs. Given that he is now to be living alone it’s evident he also needs the place on the cheap. He had been denied all reasonable accommodations that he could afford and was beginning to contemplate moving back in with his parents when he suddenly received an email from an apparent realtor he’d never met.

It was an invitation to an open house at some ritzy downtown apartment that he was sure was out of his price range. Rather than just tossing it to his spam folder though, he finds himself looking at the handful of images with a voracity, whether it’s simple curiosity or a fantasy to have such clearly luxurious housing Brock reads through the whole listing. Reaching the end of the invitation and looking at the specs he finds the rent impossibly labeled as just under half his monthly paycheck.

Nearly spitting up coffee all over himself in shock, Brock’s eyes flutter to find exactly when and where this open house was. Surely the demand for this place would box him out but god wouldn’t it be nice to just check it out and dream. He sends an RSVP and far too quickly the realtor, Lucas, thanks him for his prompt response, wishes him well, and signs off saying see you soon. Brock went about the rest of his day as normal, if not a little cheerier than he’s been for some time as he keeps finding his mind drift to that almost-too-perfect apartment’s view over the city.

Fortunately off from work the next day, Brock took the bus to the open house, stopping by his favorite cafe that just so happens to be nearby. He grabs a drink and finds himself preoccupied with thoughts of what a convenience, what a windfall, this break would be. He heads inside and takes the elevator up to the suite and hesitates before entering at the door. Odd that there is no one else here, he double checks the room and floor and puts his ear to the door to see if perhaps other visitors are inside already.

In his untrained attempt to eavesdrop he puts his weight squarely against the door, pushing it open and stumbling in, nearly spilling his coffee over the pristine floors as he crosses the threshold into the apartment. Light streams in through the blinds, only magnifying the manicured state of the spotless room around him. The floor is clean enough to see his reflection, mouth agape, staring at how impossibly clean the apartment is. The only record at all that the place had ever been lived in is the furniture that had clearly been procured by someone of great means, though one lacking any critical eye or desire for design. He sees framed posters of some real red flag movies near a large TV and some sports trophies lined on a shelf. Brock can’t help but wonder what could cause someone to leave such personal artifacts behind and feels a chill in the air. 

He wanders away from the entrance to stand at the large windows, his phone ringing as he takes in the view of his town. Answering without checking the ID he hears a man’s voice he doesn’t recognize. Though he knows this must be the mystery realtor on the line, “How do you like the place Brock?” he begins to reply before being cut off by Lucas, “Have you seen the view yet, it’s quite something else.” 

Brock feels something flicker through his mind as he gazes at the city blocks around him, below him. His eyes briefly catch on his reflection in the glass, though not long enough to see his eyelids droop slightly as he is able to reply, a tad slower than he usually likes to project, “uhh, yeah I know right, how could I not apply to live here? It’s almost too good to be true right?” There is another chill in the air and his body shivers before tensing up, shocking him back to reality and awareness to something strange afoot, “Excuse me actually, I’m so sorry, how did you get my phone number?”

Lucas clicks his tongue and speaks with an almost sickly sweet tone, “Now Brock come now, what can I do to get you to move in today?” Shaking his head in shock Brock is immediately, regardless of the clear sinister air to this man, he really cannot afford to pass up this chance. He clams up as he clambors to express interest, “No I uh! Of course I want the place, just send the lease over so I can read through it.” There is a real weight to Lucas’ words as Brock hears them, the cloying tone impressing itself on his mind, “Wonderful! That is all I needed to hear!”

It is suddenly dark in the apartment, but wasn’t he looking out the window? He can’t tell if his eyes are open or closed but he cannot see. Brock tries to move his head around to see, to feel anything, he strains his mind reaching for any muscle to flex, any tendon to pull, limbs to controt. He loses track of time and reality as he sits in the darkness, trying to grasp anything beyond his own consciousness, unable to affect anything. He feels his right hand move in a familiar way then he feels a warmth, almost a burning, completely engulfs it. He can almost see the shine of a smile, stark perfectly lined teeth that seem eerily inhuman and suddenly there is once more light. He gasps, coughs, and spits up over himself. Immediately grateful that he can feel anything at all. After feeling his body, and seeing the world almost entirely like it was before he lost consciousness, besides a copy of some contract with his name signed at the bottom.

He takes deep breaths feeling his lungs stretch and he starts to read whatever he has gotten himself into in that stupor. He reads the first few lines before he loses where he was on the page. Going again he finds his eyes suddenly dry, doing an uncharacteristically heavy blink that he can’t quite recall ever doing before and as he wonders this he again forgets his work on the contract. He slams his hand on the thigh in a rare show of aggression and gives it one last go. Brock makes even less progress this time as he is almost immediately overcome by a headache. As soon as he looks away from the sheet though, it disappears. 

Brock groans as he feels himself starting to lose control of his senses before he hears his stomach grumble, and he finds a purpose he can immediately resolve. He starts to the fridge, clearly something has happened, an episode or something, he can figure it out later, he just needs food in his stomach now. He doesn’t stop to realize that there should be no food in the fridge since no one’s been living there. Though he finds there is no need as in the fridge, under a note labeled: “To Help Moving In -Lucas,” Brock sees at least a week of prepped meals. The thought that this is bizarre beyond imagination, as well as the concern at his missing time, is immediately pushed from his mind as his stomach rumbles once more, his mouth watering as he sees his soon-to-be dinner.

Brock swiftly heats it up and begins to scarf it down, throwing something on the paying no mind or care to the thought that he’s using the account of whomever the previous tenant was. He quickly scans through seeing a handful of shows and movies that he wasn’t quite interested in before stumbling on a reality show he was watching with his Ex. He grimaces and almost loses his appetite as he thinks about his boyfriend for the first time in what feels like forever. He sets his meal down on the coffee table and crashes down onto the couch. He continues to stew in ire at his ex, palming his crotch as his feelings become more passionate. He rolls his eyes in irritation at himself and that jerk, he’s not going to masturbate to that asshole. 

He reclines in the couch and hears the sound of paper shifting in the cushions, pulling it out he finds a crusted magazine lodged in the couch. What can he do besides shout “what the fuck” and toss it across the room. How could they have possibly missed that in their cleaning? Brock’s eyes shift across the room suspiciously, though he notices nothing amiss as the room is illuminated by only the television. He looks at his hand that grabbed the porn and blushes, wanting to joke about the absurdity to calm himself down. Though his body makes its priorities known once more as his cock pulses and he looks past to see the magazine once more. He did want to masturbate to anyone besides his ex right? 

He shuffles to pick it up, the discomfort and anxiety from handling something covered in a total strangers cum only heightens his pleasure as he sits back down. He grimaces as he sees this is a real hetero-bullshit magazine, he quickly flips through to find something he can work with. His cock keeps demanding his attention as he flips through, almost impatiently pulsing as if to suggest he doesn’t need the magazine at all, just give it your attention. Though soon enough he finds an ad for some protein powder made to emasculate the reader into buying, that almost immediately helps him lose control. 

Soon after he once more fades from consciousness, his cum joining the plethora of other stains in the magazine as he tosses it behind the couch. He finds himself in a darkness that this time feels almost familiar and pleasurable. He once more feels his hand, this time though it is wet and warm. He feels it scratching in briefs that are too tight, through pubes that are too thick. He hears snoring breaking through the silence of his sleep, but that can’t be right? He would know if he snores, surely that fucker of a boyfriend would have complained. He feels his head grow warm as if he’s got a fever, though he knows it is a rage. He feels his hand feel even tighter in his briefs as his cock begins to grow in them. He continues to think of every slight his ex made, every shortcoming he was made needlessly aware of, and of how much better things are going to be now.

The heat shifts from his mind through his whole body and as light begins to break through the windows. That is not what wakes him up though, rather it is the heavy scent coming from his now sweat stained clothes. He rolls off the couch onto his face, quickly removing his hand from his briefs to catch himself, landing the stinking hand too close to his face to not smell just how loud his underwear smells. He feels his clothes sit weird on his body as he starts to rise, while his shirt just feels like it’s hanging weird, surely from the sweat, it is impossible to not see how strained his underwear is. He groans as he feels them pull strangely before he just discards them and makes his way to the bathroom. 

His eyes immediately latch onto his now exposed crotch, he does a double take as he notices that it seems distinctly larger. He also would have sworn that he shaved his pubes far more recently than it seems. He scratches through them, blushing as he sees dried cum flake off curls that are longer and thicker than he ever remembers them begin. Rather than hoping in the shower like any reasonable person would do he instead tosses on some boxers, not questioning why clothing that isn’t his would just be lying out, or why he would ever put them on. Instead choosing to focus on how right wearing them feels. He pulls them tight and turns wanting to see just how his ass and bulge fill them out, though is waylaid as his shirt blocks the view. 

He sneers as he takes off the sweat-stained shirt and tosses it to the floor, stretching high as his reeking body feels the air on his skin. He smiles in shock as he sees the body he has now exposed, he sees hair spreading across his stomach and torso and sweat dripping off of pits that were sure to stain every shirt he is to wear from now on. Beyond that he feels a body that is indisputably powerful, where there wasn’t even fat on his body before there was now muscle accompanied with weight in all the right places. His eyes then trail down to see the weightiest part of him by far as it bulges even lower in his boxers.

He feels an urge to move, to flex, to stretch, fill him as he hungrily takes in every new change in his body. His eyes trace their way past muscles contorting to land on his face, seeing a jaw that could certainly do with a shave. He sees his eager grin begin to turn into a cocky sneer as he begins to stretch once more, trying to will his torso even longer, trying to force his body even taller. His voice grows even deeper to his barely-aware ears as he closes his eyes to stretch, not seeing his throat force itself thicker and longer. There is once again a flicker in his mind as Brock is in darkness once more. Where there was once discomfort and fear there is now only hunger and an eagerness to grow even more.

He feels an itch burn across his body. He feels his hands dig deep into his pits scratching as hair grows thick enough to hold an odor that would never dissipate. He smells as even in this dreamstate he raises his hands to his nose to give them a post-scratch whiff. He feels the same itch cry out from his chest and pubes, from his lower back and his ass. He feels himself move his jaw as it squares up, a rumble in his throat as he feels his groans grow even deeper. He feels his mind thicken and slow as his muscles flex in his sleep. His arms do rep after unconscious rep as he feels biceps that should not be rub against a chest that has never been there before.

Finally he wakes one last time, his hand as it apparently always is, shoved in his pants, once more barely fitting despite wearing the spacier boxers. Brock blearily looks to see lines of takeout containers covering his coffee table. He scratches his beard using the hand from his crotch and he deeply inhales, two birds one stone after all. He sets out to get started with his day, tossing over in his head if he should masterbate again or not, a stain from a wet dream clearly showing through his boxers. Instead he throws Drake on his speakers and starts getting an early workout in, seeing to every part of his body getting a pump as he feels the hunger in his crotch grow only more urgent. 

Going about this workout Brock feels totally at home in this apartment. After all he’s lived here for? Uh? His mind empties as he looks around and sees weeks of piled up detritus and filth. He sees dirty clothes and cum stains on his couch. Looking past them there are his American Psycho and Fight Club posters, discarded underwear hanging off the latter, as well as the trophies he distinctly remembers winning back in college wrestling. He smirks and flexes tilting his head to sniff his pit. Beyond feeling at home in his apartment he also feels unequivocally at home in this, in his body, duh. He jumps to his feet with ease, his stomach rumbling as he once more goes to meet a basal need.

Throwing some of his favorite protein powder in a blender with some milk and eggs he hears his phone go off. There are a string of messages from some bitch asking him to come back and for the life in him Brock can’t remember who that little fucker is? Hearing his shake finish blending he stares at the profile picture of whoever this twink is as he starts to down it, wiping his lips on his sweaty arm as needed. The twink he doesn’t know calls him Brock and his eye twitches, ugh. Why is this dude calling him by his, uh? Is that his middle name? Or no he was Brock right?

He finishes the shake, tossing the blender onto the pile of dishes in the sink and his mind finds itself deeply conflicted. As ever though, his body is more than happy to assuage him, the phone vibrates once more and his cock begins to bring him clarity, demanding his attention once more. Brock’s a little bitch name. He smirks as he looks around at his sty of an apartment, not remembering how neat it once was. Peeking from under a particularly dirty dish there’s a contract that he remembers that he meant to have a look at. 

Bringing it to his face however he simply can’t find the motivation to even start. Why worry about this when he can masturbate, or fuck maybe he can get that whiny bitch to come over? His eyes trail to the end of the paper and see his signature, written clear as day “Adam.” He guffaws at this, god how stupid can you be, he basically forgot his own name after that twink called him uh, whatever that bitch name was. He feels his crotch grow tight again, that is kinda hot though? He moans to himself, pawing at his crotch and texts whoever this man is his address and to come ready to fuck. Adam feels no real attachment to whoever it is, nor should he, a hole is a hole after all. Saying that thought he can’t help but feel this hole is due to be taught a lesson.

If you enjoyed this I also recommend @fredwkong's The Voice in Your Head which explores a similar idea in quite a unique and captivating way!

#male tf #mental change #masculinization #muscle tf #jockification #reality change #musk tf

[clarissasbakery]

sorry i’ve been kind of drawing way too much test tube winning the multishipper olympics….. plus some other people cus i realized i never posted my drafts of mic, trophy, and knife. id say im finished but uhh (looks to my test tube wips)

#my art #my artwork #art #my art! #fan art #illustration #ii #ii humanized #inanimate insanity #ii trophy #ii test tube #ii microphone #ii knife #ii fanart #inanimate insanity invitational #trophtube #i think that’s the ship name #iii #object shows #character design

[sm-baby]

OFF-LIMITS

freakshow AU by @hootbon

Context || The Chosen one (Part 1(??))

PRETEND MARRIAGE FIC LETS GO!! Off-limits is a non-canon sort of continuation for The Chosen One!! Also Just putting it here: Showtime is not canon in freakshow AU!! I'm just.. being indulgent-👉👈

Word count: 7750

The pacing is a little off but I'll let you be the judge...OK ENJOY BYE HUGS AND KISSES!! NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN!! also if Hoot's reading this I'm so sorry.

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There were many benefits to being the ringleader's favourite.

One of them is being proposed to, apparently.

She didn't think her body still had the capability to choke, but apparently it was all too possible. She gagged, punching her fist to her chest on the flavourly assault on her throat, hacking wheezing as the grip on the tea table tightened. 

Pomni winced, eyes twitching and swallowing before sitting back down with a not-so-casual tone in her voice. She faked a laugh “Haha… what-”

“ I'm marrying you."

The man sat on the opposite side of the tea table, classy, with full manners. the way his hands were politely on the table, proper yet focused… Caine so specifically wanted the meeting in Pomni’s room... She was perfect for the setting. A doll playing tea party. Classic. Simple. 

“ A-And what does-”

“ It means my brother can no longer claim ownership over you." 

Pomni inhaled and stirred the tea in her hands. She fawned a fake sympathy towards his perspective humming along as if she understood his reasonings…but she choked, this time mentally. 

Were they seriously still on that dumb brother’s quarrel? Ownership? She didn't think Able would want to do anything with her after their last meeting but it seems the tension she's been feeling between the both of them has been growing… Caine’s brother has been nicer to her lately, she assumes, still in the effort for him to be in her good graces… but she didn't think it would really lead to anything, nor would she let it. 

“... Ha." Was all that left her. Pomni doesn't often know what to say in tense situations. She lost herself in her thoughts, cupping her tea in both hands, nervous and tense. Of course, she definitely doesn't want to do this. She was more so thinking about a way to decline him rather than a yes or a no.

Uhh… hmm..

“ You would still be performing, but this also means you get to sleep in the old manor. Or so I think that's what husbands do… unless my sources are wrong which—“

Pomni could spit out her entire drink! That changes everything! “ YES-" she slammed her hands on the table.

Caine wasn't startled, but rather, just looked at her, raising a brow at the rude interruption. he'd look down, seeing that pomni just spilled tea over herself and the table… what manners. 

“ Uhh-... Yes- that- that is what husbands do, yes… “ she sat back down, her voice awkwardly lowering to a timid whimper. 

The gentleman barely looked at her, rather levitated a napkin to wipe the table. It was a cruel silence, almost like he dared her to explain such rude behavior. 

Pomni cleared her throat “ sorry, I-I would uh… love to be married- to-- You… ?” Is that how one says yes to a proposal? 

“ Ha. It humours me how you think you have a choice in the matter. “ Caine snapped his fingers, and the napkin disappeared. If he were to be perfectly honest, he saw no qualms in letting Pomni live in the manor. He would relish in the thought of her walking past his brother knowing she was officially unattainable. A sort of trophy of sorts. A taunt mayhaps. A jest. A silly funny mockery.

Meanwhile Pomni’s brain was completely somewhere else… 

To have access to the circus on the regular while having more time in the manor… no more stupid games necessary, no more-- having to kiss up and hold the balance towards both brothers! This was a win! Of course this isn't a ticket out of the circus, but she's going somewhere, and it's refreshing compared to the circles she's been running for the past few months. 

Pomni looked up to see Caine, sitting across her, this time with a hand extended to shake. 

As soon as she shook his hand, a ring formed around her finger, from thin air, seemingly out of nowhere.

“To show that you're reserved." 

Pomni looked at her finger, and-- honestly the way he said that made her skin crawl. Caine always saw Pomni and the others as lesser than him. And the way he proposed was no different from a person booking a seat at a restaurant. 

The deal was struck and Caine wasted no time to get up and leave the room. A small good bye greeting, closing the door behind him, but otherwise his business there was done.

Pomni was still sitting on the tea table, thinking to herself, staring at the ring on her finger. It was like it was part of her body. She would try to pull it off but to no avail, no budging or anything. 

She grit her teeth… great.

The two went their own separate ways thinking nothing and everything about the transaction… though it must have been quite the sight to see Caine leave the room, and have Pomni follow a few moments later, now with a ring on her finger.

“ No f@#$ing way.” Jax thought, seeing the sight.

She didn't know what she was expecting, but it was certainly a Caine wedding.

The ceremony itself? she could barely remember any of it. Rather, small clouds of memories that were important.

The way she walked down the aisle so stiffly, like a gun was pointed at her head. The way Caine placed a ring on her finger, Kaufmo’s death gurgles as he officiated their wedding…

There were small comforts. She didn't actually think of it as anything special— more just a necessity rather than an actual wedding, but some of her friends tried to make it special for her. Ragatha was sitting front row in support not for the union but for Pomni herself– Kinger hallucinating, holding her hand in a father daughter dance. And Gangle making the the effort of getting her a wedding gift– or what she could give anyway…which was a drawing of her in her wedding dress.

Caine wasn't even present in the after party. He just placed the setting and left the guests to their own devices. That was honestly a relief for Pomni for a short while, to be able to hang out with the closest things she had to “friends”. She had the lone memory of Ragatha and Kinger giving her a drink, and asking her how she was doing.

They've both been well aware of her motives by now. Exit, exit, exit. At this point they were convinced that was her form of insanity. But they supposed that little bit of hope was keeping her going.

Kinger turned Ragatha then back to Pomni. “ We hope you know what you're doing.”

“ I never said I did…” the bride said, her pitch getting timidly higher. “ But– it's a direction! I don't have a lot of expectations either, but…hey, I think I'd regret it if I didn't take the chance. ” She looked back up at them, embarrassed at her short rambling. “ Oh! I hope– you two are holding up relatively okay tonight?”

Ragatha chortled.

Kinger answered “ We haven't been okay for years, Pomni.”

“ Y-Yeah…I… I should have seen that coming, yeah…”

Suddenly, a slow song came on the reception. 

Most of them weren't fond at the idea of a slow dance at first, but a tap from Ragatha to a ribbony friend (and a sister begging the other) later, people were on the dancefloor.

Ragatha danced with Gangle, then exchanging partners from her to Kinger. The Gangle AI found it funny to force Kaufmo and his rabbit friend in a dance. The night was going off with a hitch.

Ragatha swayed back to exchange partners from Kinger to Gangle, and the magician was off on his lonesome again. He took no offence to this, but standing in the middle of the dancefloor on his own, to a song that used to be considered romantic, he couldn't help but freeze.

He stared at one of the guests in the distance, the one who decided to sit out the activity. The one in the dark staring daggers at him as they dawned the very torso that used to bring him warmth.

Maybe…

… If she was still in there…

He could ask if—

Before Kinger could take one step further, a hand took his own, the hand of a very worried bride clearing her throat and walking him back into the dancefloor. “ Kinger, this sounds like a good song!” Pomni laughed nervously, heels clacking as she pulled him gently but insistently.

Kinger blinked, and turned to her. “...Oh! Yeah! It is!” And just like that, the old man was brought back to the dance floor.

It was almost like the poor were invited to their first celebration. Some were laughing, and there were definitely moments of teasing and natural play, but at the end of the day they knew they would be hungry again. It was an inevitability. Some chose to spend it to the fullest, some chose to wallow, some chose to make the best out of it.

Pomni struggled to keep up with the magician’s stature, but they figured it out after their earlier father daughter dance. She would be pleased to see that He was almost experienced with the way he moved.

Her dance partner wasn't all that mentally present, but she could see that he was calm. The way he listened to the music and closed his eyes was disassociated. But it was a look of contentment. 

His grip was so sure yet gentle around Pomni. Holding her like it was the last dance he would ever have with someone. 

She could only imagine what he was picturing in that brain of his. She dared not interrupt.

“ I've danced with someone before... I think.” 

Pomni looked up at him. “ What do you mean?”

“ I don't know who that person was, but I remember feeling very nice when I was with her.”

Pomni sucked air through her teeth. She's heard… read… stories from Ragatha. Although it wasn't the most in detail, she figured out the jist just from hush-hush language she used.

She had a feeling she knew exactly what was going on. But it wasn't her business to correct him.

“ She must have been a great person.” Pomni said.

For the first time Kinger didn't feel like wood. His eyes relaxed just from that simple validation, a moment of blissful unawareness of where he was or who he was. Love spread from his heart, to his chest, to his finger tips, to the… little…friend? Yes, friend… that he was dancing with.

Pomni was well aware that she wasn't the person he was seeing at that moment. He had no thoughts, but the feeling of a powerful comfort took over him, he didn't care to take back anything else. Not his memories, not his sanity, not his mind. Like holding the hand that he once kissed. Spinning her, laughing with her, holding her close when the clock struck a romantic midnight. 

He could feel a tear escape his eye.

“What about you, Pomni?” Kinger opened his eyes and suddenly realised that his hands were holding at nothing. Not a person, not anything. Kinger blinked and looked around, that blissful feeling suddenly becoming fleeting. 

He was by himself on the dancefloor again

“... Pomni?”

Pomni would catch herself tripping forward. What was once the tiles that was the dance floor was now wooden, and unfamiliar. “Wh- wha- where…?” 

In the blink of an eye Pomni was somewhere else. For a moment she was confused before turning around and seeing her new found husband, back turned to her, sitting, looking down from the balcony they were at.

“ Awfully rude of you to dance with someone more than your own husband.” He didn't even bother to turn to her. He was still looking down, hands on his would-be chin, sitting on a long chair made of cushion and fine wood.

“ I-I was just dancing with—”

Pomni was cut off by Caine slowly patting a space on the seat beside him. The cushion, comfortable, yet sturdy. Pomni gulped before approaching.

When she joined him she could see the view from above…it was an indoor balcony built for the rich to watch the poor. 

From up high, Pomni could see the other performers, and quickly she scanned the dance floor to see Kinger, shaken, looking around and interrupting Ragatha’s dance in worry for where she went.

Pomni bit her lip and sunk down. Guilt over took her. She stood on her tiptoes, hands on the wooden railing and waved to be seen, to let them know that at least she's safe, and praying that they understood that she didn't leave them but-

Caine’s hand grabbed her arm. “ No, no. Let them figure it out.”

She froze from his touch. Caine guided her hand to make her sit down and she sunk in the seat right beside him. She looked down to read the others distress and felt immense relief when she made brief eye contact with Ragatha which then the assistant turned back to kinger, calming him down without making it obvious she's seen them.

Pomni sighed.

On her way to lean back on the chair, she felt an arm wrap around her shoulder, then pulling her to her side.

She stared at it for a moment, the arm. her body stiffened at the all too familiar touch, before looking forward, sweating, in denial at the situation.

Caine crossed his legs, an ankle on the other knee, still looking on at the view in front of them. His posture was far from hers. Swaying his crossed legs, relaxed, and confident. for a moment he looked at her and back down at the party. 

Amazing reception as always, Caine. You've really outdone yourself with this one.

They stayed there in silence for a couple of moments. Caine was all too comfortable and Pomni had nothing to say to him. The groom would say that his bride looked beautiful that night, but in the most objectifying way possible. She was an accessory. She always was. Nothing different from a beautiful pearl necklace. 

Maybe it was the way he was gripping her, but Pomni couldn't breathe with all the tension in the air. She let out a shaky breath, a face comparable to a cat hypervigilant towards a cucumber. Sometimes she forgets how affectionate Caine can get with her physically, and every time she just accepts it. Not like she can do anything about it really.

“ Wine, boss!” A servant walked into the balcony area. A voice so signature, and unmistakable Pomni didn't need to turn around. Caine and his bubble were inseparable except for the moments when they weren't. If she hadn't known any better she—

Pomni came back to reality.

…Wine?

“ Thank you, Bubble.”

Pop!

Caine didn't even have to lift a finger, the wine bottle was already levitating towards him as well as a wine glass, ready to pour.

“ Wine???” Pomni flinched, turning her whole body towards the bottle.

Caine blinked. “ Oh! How could I forget, you've never had this…” He thought to himself. 

He would never let the circus members have wine for multiple reasons. The poor PG rating would go down if their mouths were without filter. And also he didn't need to have a bunch of wild animals run a muc and destroy the circus tent. But right then, he duplicated the wine glasses into two, pouring one for himself and for his bride. 

“ Consider it a reward for being so attentive today.” 

Pomni got her glass, and held it in both hands. God damn. She hasn't had alcohol in so long.

It was as plastic as expected but wine wasn't there for the texture. She was just about ready to drink the night away. Pomni tried to play it with manners but admittedly took longer sips than what she could usually handle.

They both continued the night in silence

and Pomni waited…

And waited…

And waited…

And… 

Motherfucker, this isn't doing anything to her!

The visible frustration was clear and Caine couldn't help but let out quiet snickering.

“ Huh—!?”

Caine snickered again, barely audible, but less is more. Pomni couldn't help but feel embarrassed. There he is again! Playing with her like always! “ You didn't actually think I would let it affect you, did you?”

“ No—! I… I didn't even think that you could--! I..!” The woman gripped the wine glass. “ ugh! ”Had it been for the fact that she had to watch herself around Caine, it would have been in pieces by now!

Caine would continue to laugh, not seeing any of the woman’s frustration as a threat. It would take a great deal to scare Caine. One could take a knife to his throat and he wouldn't take it seriously. Pomni wasn't even sure if fear was programmed in his AI.

But Pomni stared at the floor, eyes scribbled, forcing herself into disassociation to stop herself from doing something she’ll regret, and suppressing any more anger.

She hated him. She hated where she was. She hated so much of this. She had a long fucking day and she really didn't need this. She couldn't cry, she couldn't scream. She felt the strongest urge to have a tantrum in her room but that wasn't possible! She just can't win in this shit hole!

Ugh! God DAMN IT!

So much screaming went through her head, but it was nothing but silence on the outside. She was just about ready to be completely immobile for the night. Mentally skip pass the rest of the day, she could just explode and she would be okay with it.

Caine rolled his eyes and took a sip from his glass, but Pomni’s overall energy was too loud to ignore. He sighed. 

The groom lifted her head up by poking a finger on her forehead, and forcing her to look up at him. “ As much as how beautiful you are pouting, it's really ruining my night.”

Silence.

“ Pomni, do you want to be intoxicated?”

Silence again.

…Caine patted her face.

“ Huh? What? Where am I?”

“ I'm noticing your desire to be intoxicated. Do you want to be drunk?”

Pomni squinted her eyes and furrowed her brows, looking at him in question. Suspicious. “ What's in it for—”

“ I will give you the ability to be intoxicated if you stop seething. I will not have this attitude on my wedding night.” Caine said, grumbling, taking another sip at his glass. “ So I ask you one last time, would you like to be-”

“ YES!” pomni cried!

Caine squinted his eyes at that reply, once again unamused by Pomni’s rude interruption. But this time she wasn't apologetic at all, rather grabbing at his collar desperately.

she continued. “ God, yes, please—” 

Oh he really shouldn't be rewarding this behaviour. 

And just like that, Pomni's glass was filled once again. It didn't take her long to start sipping but their mini deal came with boundaries:

(1)She is to take her time and behave while drinking.

(2)Caine has the ability to make her sober again at the snap of a finger.

(3) She may only have one glass of wine.

That was it. Truth be told, I didn't care for anything else. If she gets aggressive he could easily subdue her. If she hurt herself, as long as her dress wasn't ruined he was fine.

At first it felt like nothing. Pomni was just calm, her speech becoming slightly slurred, but otherwise it was just Pomni. She looked light weight and she was light weight. 

Ah, that's more like it. Quiet. 

He wrapped his arm around her again, and this time Pomni just accepted her fate. She leaned into his touch, thinking of him as nowhere different from a pillow.

Pomni’s vision could go blurry with how little attention she was paying at that moment. But she couldn't help but wonder. The blinding lights, the food, nice decor… and asked: “ Why all the effort?”

“ I don't say no to a celebration to my name! and yours I guess.” Caine mumbled that last part in the middle of a sip.  “… and if my brother asks one of you, you have the right to say that our wedding was official.”

“ God, you two are such brothers….” Pomni muttered under her breath.

“ Only by code.”

The bride put a palm on her face, muffling her words. “ No… the fighting. The quaralling, the one upping…  you act like little boys.”

“ …Excuse me?”

“ I didn't even think marriage can be official in the digital realm… you make the rules. Might as well make wedding certificates and it would be just as official.” Pomni chuckled. “ But you married me cuz you wanted to make your brother jealous.”

… He didn't have the energy to reply to such an immature, untrue, false, made up, retort. He just rolled his eyes. He had too much self respect to entertain such false assumptions. “ Ugh…” his face grew in disgust. Pomni without filter is worse that he thought. At this point he'd prefer if she got aggressive instead.

Time passed. Pomni wasn't very pretty when she was drunk. She'd have the ugliest laugh, and the crudest things to giggle at, though, the last one was a little amusing. But Caine was just waiting for til the moment the glass was empty so he could— pop! Snap her back to soberity. 

But something intrigued him.

She started talking about his brother.

Her filter became less and less. And Caine perked up when she did. She talked badly about Able’s taste in music and art, how annoying it was whenever he visited the circus, how much she despised his very existence…

…Caine filled her glass again.

“ —a-and that nagging voice! ‘That sounds wonderful, sweetie!’ ‘ Oh, Pomni, you're so smart!’ God!”

Caine chuckled, and started leaning closer towards Pomni to hear her better.

Pomni continued,“ Oh he's so pretentious! And so-- so—”

“ Condescending?”

“ Yes! C-Condescending, patronizing, I— what am I? Nine??!”

Caine laughed! Oh hearing slander about his brother was music to his ears! And to hear it from someone to passionately-- he can't get enough! This was making his night!

“ S-say… was my glass always so full?” Pomni turned to her wine glass. She could have sworn she's been drinking for an hour at this point… she doesn't remember refilling it!

“ Hm? Oh, no no, digital hellucinations, my dear. Do carry on with what you were saying.” Caine pushed her wine glass closer to her chest, not bringing much attention to it.

“ Oh. Right. As I was saying…”

Oh Caine was having the time of his life. Smug chuckling left his teeth, absolutely enraptured by Pomni’s unfiltered bad mouthing. Shes been putting into words feelings he held for far too long. Ahh, he could stay there for hours.

“ I mean— at least you don't even-- try to hide that you don't like me. You don't act like friends with any of us.”

Caine could feel himself blush, playfully swiping his wrist at her. “ Oh you're too much.”  She was praising him now? Why, Christmas came early! How can he not enable this behaviour? “ Keep going.”

The trauma bonding would further on, but at some point Pomni tuckered herself out. The alcohol was getting her, she's been talking long enough, she's been full of hate enough today. Pomni leaned her head back on the chair to doze off, before Caine shook her awake. 

“ Hey!” He grabbed her face, mushing both her cheeks. “ Awaken! Tonight hasn't ended yet. We have yet to full-fill the husband/wife quota.”

“ Mmm…you're already my husband, remember? Kaufmo said so at the..the..” Pomni yawned. “Wedding.. ceremony…”

Caine groaned!

Snap!

“ Oh- damn it!”

And just like that all alcohol was erased from Pomni’s system. He also fully woke her up. Pomni can never truly escape that day. She groaned into her hands as she felt energy return to her body.

“ Come, come.” Caine got up and fixed his suit. “ Let's at least greet the guests off. Then you'll sleep at the manor.”

“ On my way…” 

Alcohol truly was a temporary darling. Just when she felt her sorrows were drowned away, she came back into reality— at an even worse state.

The two teleported back downstairs to end the party. Caine announced it's end and Pomni was saying goodbye to her friends. She greeted Kinger goodnight, waved Ragatha goodbye while she was busy with (one of) the twins. Jax’s goodbye was nothing but mockery, gesturing to her like she's some little princess in her wedding dress, which Pomni froze in embarrassment. Zooble wasn't even there when she came downstairs…for the better maybe. They always made her skin crawl.

The guests were away and the two were alone once again. At the snap of a finger, Caine fixed the entire reception. Any mess, streamers, decoration, gone, as if there never was a party to begin with.

Caine fixed his coat and arranged his gloves, dusting off all the mess that came with being in the vicinity of the others. Meanwhile, Pomni was thinking to herself— something she never thought to question…

“ Hey, Caine…” she looked up at him. “ When you said ‘sleep at the manor’, what —”

And swoop! Next think she knew he swept her off her feet in the traditional bridal style position, and before she could react—snap! They were teleported somewhere else! A bedroom that was nowhere like the others.

“UH—” Before she could say anything, Caine put his arms out straight and dumped her on to the bed. Man. What a romantic guy.

Oof Pomni frowned when she was dropped head-first, so carelessly and aggressively on the cushions… she groaned in misery— before remembering where she was.

She quickly got her head up and looked around! She was wrong! This place was familiar!

“ Huh!?”

“ My bedroom.” Caine said so passively. “ Well technically now it's yours as well, but. It's mine.” It looked like his mind was occupied with something else, he was staring forward but he was not at the present moment. She knew that look, he was searching something in his database.

“ When was this??” 

“ Since I told my brother you were moving in.”

“ Why??”

“ I'm ignoring you if you keep asking questions.’

Pomni looked around… this was like the guest room they made for the performers but grander. The bed was even a little higher— God forbid she falls off in her sleep. 

Caine fits right in the room’s aesthetic, Pomni was completely out of place. The room’s palette was red and black, with linings of gold here and there… Caine really hadn't bothered to make it accommodating for her. She just sat there in silence awkwardly like she was just invited to a friend’s house.

Man…can she even sleep in this? She looked down on the sheets: they were red, The pillows as well. the wood was furnished black and if she looked up, she'd see a chandelier at the ceiling. 

She shivered… Her old bedroom was weird, but she's spent just enough time in it to grow comfortable. at least she fit in its overall aesthetic. But she doesn't think she could say the same for this one. This whole room screamed Caine.

“ Ah. Here it is. ‘How newlyweds spend their wedding night’.” Caine said, and continued to look forward. 

“ What…N...No. Caine, don't read that.” Caine really…really…did n o t need to know about human customs. She's going to die from how awkward this was about to be..

The AI muttered what he was reading, “ ‘ Spend time together, Newlyweds often feel drained after a day of celebration …’ skip.”

“ Caine.” Pomni winced. “ Caine, did you not do research beforehand-”

“ ‘ When both couples lay in bed together it's important to have both parties feel safe in each other's presence—’ ickk.. skip. Are there any alternatives?”

“ Caine, I'm going to throw up.”

“ ‘According to a new survey with over 350 recently-married couples, nearly 40 percent of newlyweds had—’...” 

Caine squinted in disgust. 

“ I'm not reading that.”

Pomni at this point just gave up and put her head on the pillow.

“ Seeing as none of this is applicable to us, let's just skip this step of the consummation. As much as it pains me not to properly follow the process. I'll just leave you here and you can sit out the night. Good?”

“ I-”

“ Wonderful.” Caine snapped his fingers and the two were back in their usual outfits. He was back in his ringmaster clothes and Pomni was in her sleeping wear. And by sleeping wear, it means her usual tutu. Because she does not have sleeping wear.

Caine fixed himself up and pulled a blanket up on Pomni’s body. That's good enough. Husband's say goodnight to their wives if he was correct? 

Caine scanned his database again. 

Yeah, he was correct. 

“ Goodnight, dear.”

“ Ahh…” This was weird. “ G-Good.. Goodnight.”

And just like that, Pomni was off to sleep. Meanwhile, Caine teleported out of his room into another place at the Manor. He dusted his hands off and was already somewhere else mentally. he had other matters to attend to, another show to organize. He's spoiled himself enough with a night celebrating his name, now it was back to work. How Caine liked to work.

Morning followed and Pomni was snapped awake with a booming greeting “ Good morning, dear.”

Pomni screamed.

Her heart would beat out of her chest from the surprise-- forcing her up from her fight or flight

She flinched away at the sight of Caine's face inches away from hers. They sat there in silence for a moment… Pomni gulped, before looking pass him and seeing where she was then remembering the night before. 

“Wh…” the red bed, the chandelier… “Oh.” Pomni look at her hand, the left, and saw the ring that stubbornly stuck to her finger. but before she could say anything more, the blanket was thrown off of her, a snap, and the next thing she knew she was sat on the vanity table.

Oh god-- everything was going so fast… Caine snapped his fingers again and her grooming mannequins teleported in. “ I'll leave you here to get ready. I must awaken everyone else for role call. There should be a door to the circus down the hall! Be there.”

Pomni forced a smile and two thumbs ups, then, Caine was off.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't considered how little privacy she had now that her and Caine shared the same bedroom. Will he be doing this every morning? God, not only is it an incredibly inconvenient start of her day, it's also like having the world's most dangerous alarm clock.

Pomni put a hand through her face and grumbled, keeping herself awake— less so in the physical sense more in the emotional motivation sense. And before she knew it, the mannequins brushed her hair and did their work.

The next few days were something she had to get used to. Every morning Pomni would be greeted by a routine wake up, and every night she would be dumped back into bed, greeted goodnight, and Caine immediately leaving a second later. “Goodmorning, dear.”, “goodnight, dear.” again and again. Caine really was committed to the husband role-- though it wasn't far for AI to follow certain routines and patterns after acquiring a new set of data.

Oh how could she forget: 

Able spent more time in the Manor than Caine did. She would often see him around the house minding his own business, doing his own half of work. He never tried to make small talk anymore which was a stark contrast to his overly friendly persona towards her before she got married. The sounds of violins would go quiet when she walked in the room. It was as if he could just walk pass her with how invisible she was to him. He didn't have lips but she felt that if he did, it would turn into a scowl.

Once, she remembered walking pass him in the hallway, that time she tried to start conversation and—

“ Able?”

“ Don't talk to me.” With out even turning around, his heels were already clacking away, posture more spiteful than his usual.

It was odd but Pomni rolled her eyes.

Good riddance.

During her stay though she never stopped looking for an exit. Being in the brothers’ home was a system all in itself. Ever since she moved in, Caine apparently was there more often. This made it hard to navigate but memorizing both the brother’s schedules didn't take long. Being ai they were very systematic, consistent, as long as there were no human interruption nothing was stopping them from following the same routine.

To be in close vascity between Caine and Able meant no privacy. Pomni snuck around to investigate, less she’d be caught and teleported back. She's tried most of everything, but the brothers’ Manor was bigger and more…liminal, than she thought. 

For every one hallway it felt like there were 50 more. Door after door, an endless maze of nothing but unfinished projects and code. The Manor was a testing facility… a place where the brothers tested out code and concepts before applying them at the circus… there has to be something.

At some points she was so deep into it she didn't think either of the brother's could hear her. She didn't know if anyone could hear her. She could scream or laugh as much as her manic mind can get, and no one could. It was comforting in a way to finally be left alone, but dread came with it.

The dread or never making it back home. The dread of never leaving this torturous realm. 

Things started to get blurry.

The wallpaper was repeating. Doors, every single one looked the same. She didn't know if one door was the other. She turned back and— did the lay out change?? The wallpaper was all so fancy and clean but headachingly repetative. The world was spinning. Her head had a pulse. Her heart was wriggling in her chest. It felt like someone reached inside her back and pulled her spine out.

She opened a door, 

And another

And another

And another.

Random generations, code and miscalculations, projects abandoned and left to dust, circus acts left to die. To die. To die. To die. She envied it. She envied the ability to die.

She got so dizzy. So frustrated, but there was nothing to break, nothing to focus on. she was on autopilot. With how she's been opening doors for the past few hours, she didn't even care to find an exit anymore. Simply open doors. Wander around. If you find an exit on the way, congratulations. But otherwise, there was nothing anymore.

One hallway had a mirror and all she could do was stare with broken eyes. What she saw, she couldn't care less about anymore…who was that she was looking at? Where was she? Who was she? How did she get here? What was her name again?

She kept staring and her eyes wandered to her hands. Amongst all the dissociation was a pit of anger in her throat. She looked at her finger. The ring. And all she saw was the very thing keeping her trapped there. The cruelest person— the cruelest thing, in the world.

Pomni started to pull at the ring.

She hated him. She hated him so much. She hated how much he toyed with her. She didn't understand how such fucked up things could even happen to a block of code, she didn't know what peice of shit of a person would ever create him. If god can be proven then the devil can be too. And he was living proof of that. The entire circus was proof of that.

Pomni grunted a tearful cry, desperately aching for the ring to come off, but it wouldn't budge. If there was pain, she couldn't feel it. She would bleed if it meant having to take it off. Pain was the last thing on her mind at that moment, just the desperate need for something, anything to go her way. Out of anything in this god forsaken realm, she wanted freedom from something, living breathing proof that there was hope in leaving, that she had a semblance of control in this hell.

“ God DAMN IT!!” The pain on her fingers were apparent, yet she hasn't processed any bit of it. “ I hate you! ” She sucked air to her teeth as tears formed in her eyes. She saw no use in keeping anything in anymore. 

Tears streamed down her face with no means of stopping. Pomni, with bruises and scratches on her ring finger, collapsed with her knees on the floor, bent down, letting her tears be absorbed by the carpet. Her whimpering, cries, tears she hadn't let out in ages. She soon let her forehead touch the floor, complete and utter loss of hope and motivation. 

And for a few moments she just sat there… adjusting by sitting on the floor, leaning her back on the wall, tears streamed empty emotions. Crying didn't help. Running didn't help. Screaming didn't help. And so she sat there. Like a puppet left to sit until their next performance.

That's all she was. And that's all she'll ever be.

Was she any different in the real world? She didn't care anymore.

Pomni let out her last hiccups. The floor wasn't comfortable at all…The doll stood up, body heavy. Her steps towards any door were heavy and unmotivated. The only sound echoing through the halls were the sound of her muffle heels, clacking above the carpet.

She could use some sleep. 

After a long day of organising and work, Caine reached into his coat for his pocket watch. It was about time where the performers would be off to bed, and he didn't need to tell them that. This is one of the rare times of the day where he leaves them to their own. He, however, doesn't need sleep. Caine AI knows no tire. He turned his heel, ready to do more work before remembering— ah. His wife. That part of the daily routine. 

See, for the past few days he's been having the formula to wake Pomni up in the morning, and putting her to bed at night, leaving seconds after. Always with his “goodnight, dear” and “good morning, dear”s that one. That's right. He was officially given the trait husband, and-- he's heard that that's what husband's do. And so he Incorporated it in his system.

Of course, even after their wedding night he never put in the effort to even think about laying in the same bed with her. First of all, he has no use for sleep. Second of all, that would be a complete waste of time and resources—He can do work simply standing up and staring into oblivion, but there is only so much he can do. Third of all, it was terribly boring. Fourth of all, he can touch Pomni but laying in the same bed for a prolonged period of time-- no amount of snaps would rid him of all her filth. And fifth—

The list can go on and on, and yet… something ached him to his core. It's been bothering him since the wedding night actually. The very act of not spending the night with her as husband and wife, that skipped a step in the process. And that bothered him more than any boundary he has up. It was part of a system, and he didn't officialize it because he wasn't feeling it that day? Caine AI, were you coded in a barn? Frankly, he was disappointed in himself for letting his ego— perfectionism get the better of him. Was he even truly husband without that final step? He felt like a fraud.

That whole thought process took place in the matter of .0001 seconds. And he was off. 

He teleported to The Manor on his way to atleast clean up the bedroom first. But just when he made his way up the stairs, he turned, noticing the clearly dishevelled and previously distressed looking Pomni coming out of one of the hallways.

He squinted and scanned her. 

Dirty clothes, eye bags, wet and sore eyes, sniffling, head low… 

Oh. She had been crying. 

He rolled his eyes. As long as she wasn't doing it on stage he didn't care. And frankly he didn't want to deal with it.

He cleared his throat to let her know that he was present, in a way, also telling her to gather herself.

“ Oh…” But Pomni didn't budge. She wasn't as disassociated as earlier but still had little energy to be scared at that moment. “ Hey, Caine. I’ll get upstairs soon, I just need a minute to—”

He didn't have time for this. 

Snap!

The usual routine continued. He teleported her to their room, dumped her to bed and sent Pomni face down on the cushion. She doesn't think she would ever get used to that. She put her head up groggily, still too tired to even really complain, before crawling to her usual side of the bed, the right side. She let out a few sniffles of misery. But before she could tuck herself in, she realised that Caine hadn't greeted her goodnight. Or— hasn't even teleported away yet, actually…

She turned to Caine in the bedroom and would notice that he was looking at himself in the mirror. He was snapping his fingers, switching through different kinds of sleeping wear— what??

She squinted in confusion. Caine usually wouldn't stick around for any longer than a few seconds. 

“ Wh…what are you doing…” Pomni said, voice clearly still sore for all her time crying.

Caine finally found pajamas that fit him and fixed himself in the mirror. “ I'm spending my time here tonight.” 

“ …Why…?”

“ It doesn't concern you.” he turned to her, and floated his way to the bed, before noticing what she was wearing. She was still wearing her uniform! Is that what she was sleeping in the whole time? Honestly he hadn't cared, and he wouldn't care had it been for the fact that he was joining her tonight. He was in classy night wear while she wore her tutu. That simply isn't uniform.

A snap of a finger, and Pomni was wearing a nightgown that matched his shirt and pants. With bags under her eyes, she looked down. She didn't have the energy to comment on it as anything special. It was nice to be comfortable for once. But there was nothing more she can say about it.

“ There we go.” Caine said. “Goodnight, dear.”

“ …Goodnight.”

He put himself under the covers, but Pomni was still staring off. Someone who cared for Pomni would ask her how she was feeling, but they were not in the room at that moment.

Pomni wasn't feeling good. She was feeling terrible. If this was any other day, she would be terrified to be sleeping next to Caine. But the fact that she doesn't feel anything strong…

She didn't have a good day… entirely honestly, she was hoping to cry herself to sleep that night. It wouldn't be her first, and it wouldn't be her last. But with the devil beside her, he had no choice but keep herself together.

Her breath was shaken. But she laid down for sleep.

A few hours passed. It felt like the longest night the two would ever spend.

Pomni didn't know if it was her nerves or the room temperature, but she buried herself in her blanket. She could close her eyes all she wanted but no amount of pretend could distract her from all the voices in her head. She wasn't hallucinating, it wasn't anything. Rather the voices were more of doubt, insecurity, and fear. It would come often, but that night was especially loud. Terribly so.

Caine on the other hand was staring at the ceiling. Hands on his chest. He's been staring in silence for hours at this point —and he had the artificial patience to go on for longer—but he found this activity inconvenient. And even worse so when he could hear his wife sniffling right beside him.

Pomni finally started shaking under the covers. Hands shielding her head-- her knees were on to her chest with how curled up she was. It hurt to be quieter than she was already being. The voices got to her and all she could do was cry at that point.

Neither of the couple could get themselves to sleep.

Caine could only roll his eyes. While he stared at the ceiling, Pomni was faced to her side, away from him, curled up cold and unrested. For a moment she looked at the hands shielding her, and the representation of her entrapment looked back. With several bruises and scratches around it, her finger still dawned the very ring that put her there. 

The memory of Caine in the wedding ceremony played back-- the very moment he put the ring on her at the altar. That was the moment that sealed her fate. She wished she could take it back. The image felt like dying a hundred times over.

Caine wasn't stupid. Although he knew little understanding of the human condition his processors picked up on certain symptoms and body language. He would usually ignore them as they were a waste of energy, but he had nothing else to process other than the ceiling he'd been staring at for the past few hours.

He knew Pomni wasn't well. What for? He didn't care. All that he knew was that she was upset, and it wasn't worth his time. It wasn't anything that he hasn't already heard a hundred times from the other performers. She was going to cry again and again anyway. What was the use?

Her hiccups and sniffling were tiny compared to the rest of the room. And yet no one was willing to hear her, listen to her. Perhaps that was all she wanted. If she had someone to be there to trust-- maybe this would have been bearable. Maybe in a different timeline she would still have the strength to go on for just another day. But that wasn't realistic. Not in the digital realm. She could scream all she wanted and no one would bat an eye.

This wasn't the first time she cried tears this painful. And it certainly will not be the last.

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[leclerced]

oscar walking around with a pair of y/n’s cum soaked panties in his back pocket and they slip a little and you can see a little lace poking out the top and f1 twitter goes crazy.

(i think i might be into voyeurism??)

so funny u mention this bc i literally wrote it into a fic i haven’t finished 😭

oscar’s such a little freak!! every time he takes his gfs panties off he puts them in his pocket like a trophy. there’s threads on twitter of photos of oscar w panties hanging out of his pockets. sometimes its the back pocket of his jeans, they’ll just slowly start peeking out as he walks around. if hes a real freak he treats it like its a fucking handkerchief and purposely leaves it peeking out so ppl will see. sometimes he’ll keep it in his hoodie pocket bc he can easily reach in and touch them, like theyre a little reminder of her when she’s not around. n when they’re in his hoodie pocket, sometimes he’ll reach into his pocket for his phone or something and a pair of lacy panties comes with and ofc it would get caught on camera and added to the list.

HAHA one day. they fall out of his pocket and someone notices and points it out, “hey uh oscar! you dropped- uhh something.” he’d turn around and just pick them up n say “oh thanks! she’d be mad if i lost this pair.” and everyone watches in shock as he picks the lacy thong up and puts it back in his pocket and goes ab his day. the exchange is caught on video and added to the list too ofc

#ask #anon #op81 #oscar piastri smut

[miloformula123fan]

okay like 2 months ago, I put out this moodboard, and @evans-dejong replied to it, and im gonna be honest that kind of inspired this whole fic

so

carlos sainz x male!royal!reader

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2022 Spanish Grand Prix

“AND George Russell has locked up at the final chicane and Carlos Sainz sails on through BRINGING HIM ONTO THE PODIUM OF HIS HOME RACE ON THE LAST LAP OF THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX. AND WHAT A RACE THAT WAS. Max Verstappen crossed the finish line first, followed by his teammate Sergio Perez, and rounding out the podium we have Carlos Sainz for ferrari.”

It had been a hard race, Carlos spinning in the first 8 laps. But he’d done a very good recovery drive, getting up to the podium.

Y/N couldn’t help but clap his hands as he saw a ferrari and a spanish driver on the podium from the back of the Ferrari garage. He saw himself on the screens, and flashed a winning smile. His mum looked at him with exasperated fondness as he hopped around waiting for the drivers to get on the podium, so she could hand the trophies over. He’d been looking forward to it all weekend, the previous highlight being handing off the pole position award to the other ferrari driver.

“And now to present the trophies to the drivers on the podium, we have Crown Prince Y/N, representing the Spanish Royal Family.”

Y/N could almost feel his hands shaking as he picked up the 3rd place trophy and prepared to hand it over. He ran himself through what he was supposed to do

‘Pick up the trophy, display it to the cameras, don’t drop it, first to the person closest, they’re 3rd place, hopefully you’ve picked up the correct trophy Y/N, then as you’re handing it over, shake their hand, congratulate the spaniard, pose for a photo handing over the trophy, and then walk back. Repeat for 2nd place, they’re the one furthest away, not a Spaniard, repeat for team, it’s the mechanic who looks hella awkward on the really small podium, and finally do it for 1st. Then get out of the way before they start spraying champagne.’

And it almost entirely went to plan. He had nearly kissed the Spanish driver on the podium, because damn he was hot. But otherwise it had gone to plan. 

Well, until, while trying to get out of the way and completing his task, he had gotten sprayed on the back of his new shirt. Damn.

He heard the cheers and yelling stop as everyone realised that he had been hit. Y/N snickered in his head at the thought that people were scared of him, worried that because he’d been hit by some champagne, that everyone would be executed. Instead he laughed it off, grabbed Carlos’ bottle and took a chug before wandering off the podium, laughing at the ruined shirt. His mother chastised him and fussed over him as he walked away laughing.

The Spanish ferrari driver was hot, sue him.

---

2022 Silverstone

“AND IN HIS 150TH RACE, CARLOS SAINZ WINS THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX. HIS FIRST VICTORY IN F1”

Y/N could hear the cheers, the announcement was a little blurred as he hugged Carlos O, Carlos’ cousin and manager, after waving the spanish flag through a gap in the fence, yelling and cheering over the noise of the engines. There wasn’t a lot of celebration in the garage, as Charles, who was contending for the championship, had had a horrible race, but who cared? Carlos had won, at least Red Bull hadn’t won, they were still contending for the championship.

“And what a day for Ferrari, but they won with the wrong car!” Ted shouted into his microphone as the celebrations kicked on.

“I’m sorry?”

“Uhh, sorry to everyone at home we now have Crown Prince Y/N from the Spanish Royal Family. Now Your Royal Highness, what did you say?”

“Well first, my title is Prince of Asturias. Not this ‘Your Royal Highness’ bullshit that you’re trying to lower my status to…”

“Sorry, language for the kids at home.”

“Oh, says you, Ted Kravitz. Hi Kids, my name is Crown Prince Y/N, or the Prince of Asturias, and I’m going to give you a… what’s the word…unbiased view of the grand prix today. Charles and Max were struggling today. Then there was a safety car, and Carlos was given a better strategy. Now, keep in mind kids, this was because Charles was not having a great day. Then Carlos was once again screwed over by Ferrari strategists, however for once in his life he stood up for himself, and made himself a good strategy and won himself the race. His first race win, after 150 race starts. There is no wrong driver to win with for Ferrari, and Carlos deserved that win as much as Charles did. Thanks Tommy.”

“It’s Ted…”

Y/N waited in Carlos’ driver room for him to arrive back from the media. Carlos meanwhile had been told by his cousin that Y/N was waiting for him, and tried to pass off his impatience as excitement over the win. He had barely seen Y/N since the win, being celebrated with his team, but he had spotted him on Carlos O and Carlos Sr. shoulders, cheering with the other Ferrari engineers, and butchering his own national anthem, which was always fun to watch. But he hadn’t seen him properly, been able to hold him and scream and kiss him.

And he couldn’t wait for that.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he reached the door of his driver room. He could sense Y/N behind that door, actually he could hear him, chatting to what he assumed were his younger sisters and parents.

He slowly opened the door, pushing it with his hips as his hands held his water bottle and his trophy.

He watched for a second, not wanting to disturb Y/N, especially if he was saying something royal that he wasn’t supposed to hear. 

Y/N was lying on his stomach on the massage bed, his feet hanging off the end as he had propped his phone up against the wall. His feet were kicked up in the air, swinging backwards and forwards, as his head, which he was holding up by his hands, was bopping side to side as he talked to his family.

“Yeah, so just waiting for him to finish his post race debriefs and media and then he’ll be here soon, and I’ll hang up then, I don't want to scare Leonor again. By the way, Leo, how’s Gavi going? Feel like the last I heard was from some media article about how he wanted to focus on football and didn’t want a girlfriend distracting him, but I'm sure you’ve managed to persuade him otherwise…”

While Y/N was teasing his younger sister, he was cut off by  his (quite unmanly) screams as Carlos grabbed him from behind and hugged him to his chest, swinging him back and forth.

Once he had reassured both his family and the bodyguards who had burst into the room with their guns drawn that he was fine and Carlos had just scared him, he hung up the facetime call and snuggled in with Carlos on the small massage table, and admired the trophy.

“It’s pretty…” his hand hovered over all the details “like you mi amor.”

“...huh, most people would describe me as handsome rather than pretty, mi vida”

“Not me, you’re my pretty boy.”

---

Silverstone 2023

“Hello! You must be Lando!” Y/N walked towards the Mclaren boy and gave him a hug.

“You're the crown prince of Spain.”

“Wow, he’s observant eh Chilli?”

“Mate, i mean this in the nicest way possible, how the fuck did you manage to bag the crown prince of spain?”

“I think the real question you should be asking is how I managed to bag the most attractive f1 driver?”

“Have you seen Fernando?”

“Good point. The most attractive Spanish f1… no no, that doesn’t work. Uhhhh, the second most attractive F1 driver.”

“what?”

"nothing darling, good luck for your race Lando and nice to meet you!"

---

Singapore 2023

“AND RUSSELL IS IN THE WALL. GEORGE RUSSELL IS IN THE WALL AND CARLOS SAINZ IS GOING TO TAKE VICTORY FOR THE SECOND TIME IN AMAZING CIRCUMSTANCES. SO FAR THE ONLY NON RED BULL DRIVER TO WIN A RACE THIS YEAR”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Y/N couldn’t help screaming through the ferrari garage as the entire ferrari garage erupted as Carlos crossed the line first. His bodyguards were clearly trying to reach him, but he didn’t care as he gave a massive hug to every mechanic and an even bigger one to Fred as he kept screaming his head off.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD YES! VAMOS YES!”

He was gonna lose it. Carlos had won a race. And this one for so many more reasons felt better than the Silverstone win. No disputes about team orders or who was the better driver.

Carlos had done it all on merit.

Once again he was hoisted up on the Carlos’ shoulders to horribly butcher his own national anthem. He could see his bodyguards trying to push through the throng of mechanics, but the mechanics were pushing back equally as hard. Well if his bodyguards couldn’t get through a crowd of overexcited mechanics, then maybe that was a sign he needed new bodyguards. First one’s who could get through a crowd when necessary, but also ones who understood that he could do what he wanted. He saw the cameras, flicking between the 2 of them singing to each other horribly, but he didn’t care. So what if these photos and videos were all over the tabloids tomorrow. 

Tonight was their night.

And nothing could change that.

nothing.

---

Spain 2024

Y/N walked onto the podium again, remembering how 2 years ago he had walked onto this stage and met the love of his life at that time.

Except this time, he was standing with the spanish flag around his shoulders, on the P1 spot, instead of the P3 spot as he was 2 years ago. His smile was bigger, and the cheers were louder, especially with Fernando Alonso in P2.

As Y/N handed off the P3 trophy to a grumpy Max Verstappen, a P2 trophy to an elated Fernando Alonso, who gave him a massive hug and shake as they jumped up and down. Very different from 2 years ago. 

And after giving a constructors trophy to a confused team member, finally it was Carlos’ turn. Y/N smiled as he handed over the trophy, adoring the goofy grin on his face. He also hugged him, and Y/N only cringed slightly at the sweat that was now on his suit.

It’s okay. He was never expected to wear this suit again.

He barely got out of the spray zone before the champagne spraying had begun. At least as he thought.

He let out a very unroyal scream as he felt the cold champagne trickle down his back, turning around to the silence with Fernando having a cheeky grin on his face (this seems hella clunky). The rest of the paddock and the podium was frozen, as if worried that he was going to order Fernando’s execution. Instead, he held his hand out, as his mother passed him a bottle of champagne that he proceeded to spray straight in Fernando’s face.

And then as the champagne started to drain, Carlos leaned over and kissed Y/N square on the lips. First official show of affection, and as Carlos pulled away and flashed the cheeky grin at Y/N, he thought about how the royal PR people would be scrambling to confirm that yes, Carlos was courting the crown prince of Spain.

But he didn’t care

So he leaned in and kissed him again.

Y/N walked onto the podium again, remembering how 2 years ago he had walked onto this stage and met the love of his life at that time.

Except this time, he was standing with the spanish flag around his shoulders, on the P1 spot, instead of the P3 spot as he was 2 years ago. His smile was bigger, and the cheers were louder, especially with Fernando Alonso in P2.

As Y/N handed off the P3 trophy to a grumpy Max Verstappen, a P2 trophy to an elated Fernando Alonso, who gave him a massive hug and shake as they jumped up and down. Very different from 2 years ago. 

And after giving a constructors trophy to a confused team member, finally it was Carlos’ turn. Y/N smiled as he handed over the trophy, adoring the goofy grin on his face. He also hugged him, and Y/N only cringed slightly at the sweat that was now on his suit.

It’s okay. He was never expected to wear this suit again.

He barely got out of the spray zone before the champagne spraying had begun. At least as he thought.

He let out a very unroyal scream as he felt the cold champagne trickle down his back, turning around to the silence with Fernando having a cheeky grin on his face (this seems hella clunky). The rest of the paddock and the podium was frozen, as if worried that he was going to order Fernando’s execution. Instead, he held his hand out, as his mother passed him a bottle of champagne that he proceeded to spray straight in Fernando’s face.

And then as the champagne started to drain, Carlos leaned over and kissed Y/N square on the lips. First official show of affection, and as Carlos pulled away and flashed the cheeky grin at Y/N, he thought about how the royal PR people would be scrambling to confirm that yes, Carlos was courting the crown prince of Spain.

But he didn’t care

So he leaned in and kissed him again.

---

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[sukunasweetheart]

My Lover, a Gentle Giant

warnings; female reader, smut, tongue fucking (tummy mouth), soft sex, ooc/soft sukuna but with a big dick, size difference, tummy bulge, creampie, tiny bit of cockwarming, unprotected sex, modern fantasy au, sukuna is a doctor

word count; 3.1k

based on this post of mine! tagging the lovely @pulchritxde who shared her own doctor sukuna wip with me >:)

Sukuna massages the back of his neck with one hand, leaning back into his chair, after he had finished consulting his last scheduled patient for the day. He likes his job (relatively), he really does, but nothing can compare to the therapeutic feeling of finally taking his white gown or his scrubs off after a busy evening.

Especially since he’s started dating you. He likes his job but he likes you better. Sukuna whistles as he twirls his car keys with one finger, his shoes clacking against the ground of the parking lot while he approaches his fancy vehicle.

When he opens the door to your snug little shop, he greets you with his four armed embrace - even though your own hands can barely touch each other on the other side as you clasp around his waist! He easily towers over you.

Nothing of much importance is discussed in the conversation you have with him, only small talk and details about how each others’ days went, but somehow, time always seems to fly when he’s with you.

The dreadful moment where you have to close your shop comes rolling in soon, and Sukuna has the lurking disappointment of not wanting to let go of you yet.

“Say...do you want to spend the night at my place today?” he blurts out, while you’re locking up the entrance. You stare at him, eyes wide and heart racing at the thought of it.

“Oh- Well, I...” you trail on, being rather taken by surprise at the sudden suggestion.

“My bad, I don’t mean to rush things. I was just uhh,” he continues, scratching the back of his head bashfully. He hasn’t dated in so long - how slow was the pacing supposed to go again?

“Yes. I want to,” you finally respond, shoving your keys into your pocket determinately.

“Of course, I understand-” he pauses for a second, “oh, you- you want to?”

“Yeah?” you tell him, giggling at his reaction. You love his charismatic side, but his clumsiness is equally as endearing.

“Can I pack a few of my things from my place before we go, though?”

He gladly says yes and closes the door for you as you get into the passenger seat of his car, happy to drive you there himself.

-

Sukuna is a large man. You’ve established this with yourself countless times before, but coming to his abode, you’re really realising how massive your lover is. The furniture, the ceiling height, even his cutlery and etc. are all quite big to accommodate his size - but it isn’t to the extent where someone of your frame can’t use them.

You get changed into some comfortable clothing, he cooks up something nice for dinner, and the playful flirting in between becomes the cherry on top of all that. He seems to hesitate in taking it any further than that, however.

When the two of you get into his room, you get oddly excited by his large bed that easily looks like it was made for a king. What decorates his walls are shelves of books, some trophies and certificates that he’s presumably accumulated throughout his career.

And then, well, you finally end up laying beside him. Sleep refuses to come over you, and you find yourself staring at the ceiling with restlessness, as it’s your first time sleeping with him.

Sukuna feels the same. You’re so small compared to him - he’s afraid of possibly crushing you with his weight while you’re asleep. But he’s also itching to cuddle you, and feel your soft body against his. He locks his thoughts away, and shuts his eyes tight.

“Hey... are you asleep?” you whisper to him, turning to face Sukuna.

“No,” he replies quickly, opening his eyes again. “What is it?”

“I just thought... is there something else you wanna do before we go to sleep tonight?” you ask carefully, eyes wandering towards him.

Shit. Did she end up catching onto all of that? He thinks.

“I’m not sure,” he says, deciding to play dumb. Dammit. Since when did I become so self conscious over this?

You seem to think for a little while, before coming up with something else to say.

“Alright then. What if I have something I wanna do?”

Sukuna tries not to keep his hopes up, as he silently tenses up.

“Go ahead.”

You slowly sit up to get on top of him, straddling him as your knees sit next to his sides. You give a shy kiss onto his lips and then kiss down his jawline as your hand starts to undo the first few buttons of his nice navy silk pajamas.

“Shall I continue?” you question, hovering your face above his for a moment.

“...You better,” he mutters, pulling you back in to kiss you again as his heart hammers in his chest. But as he begins to slip his tongue inside your mouth, Sukuna suddenly remembers something important.

“Ah, wait.”

Puzzled, you pull away as he slowly sits himself up with you still in his lap.

“There’s a few things that I haven’t told you about my body yet.”

“Show me. I want to see everything.”

He hopes you won’t be too intimidated.

When he finishes unbuttoning himself all the way, what he reveals seems to be a pair of lips on his lower abdomen.

“An extra mouth,” he murmurs, eyeing you carefully.

“Ohh... this is fascinating,” you say as you peer at it and gently run a hand against its lower lip. The mouth opens up and gives a single lick onto your fingers, and you let out a yelp of surprise. He chuckles at your reaction and smoothly pushes you back, so that you’re laying across his bed.

“Ever been eaten out by a tongue this big before?” he asks, smirking.

“No...but I’d love to,” you reply, placing a hand on his face.

He kisses your palm, and then all four of his hands get to undressing you. You feel them roam around your skin as he makes out with you, teasing your nipples and fondling your breasts and also squeezing at your thighs.

Opening up your legs, he finally gets to see your pretty folds, already glistening with slick. His mouth seems to water at the sight of it.

“You ready?” he says, adjusting his position.

“Yes,” you whisper, your excitement growing.

His heavy tongue gives a little kitten lick against you as a starter. You laugh at the ticklish sensation. It begins to get a little more intense as it slowly glides up and down your entrance, wetting you with his drool. It feels so nice and warm, and you can’t help but let out a sigh whenever he reaches your clit.

Sukuna watches your face attentively, figuring out which movements give you the most pleasure, getting harder each time a soft moan escapes your lips. He wants to hear you get louder.

His tongue finally slides into you, completely filling you up. And it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Your eyes widen and you breathe heavily as you feel it squirm inside you, tastebuds gliding against your walls.

You grab the sheets with a tight fist, crying out with pleasure as Sukuna starts fucking you with his tongue...it’s soft and fleshy, yet the way it moves inside you like it has a mind of its own... it sends you to a different kind of ecstasy. He smiles, relaxed, and uses a thumb to stimulate your wet clit, rolling it around with ease.

“Oh god...i-it feels so g-good-” you pant, your body twitching every time the tip of his tongue reaches so deep and writhes in your hole.

“That’s good to hear,” he tells you, before coming down to kiss you, muffling your moans.

It twists around within you, and your legs tremble uncontrollably, which makes him feel thankful for his extra pair of arms that aid him in holding you steady. Eyes glinting with lustful glee, Sukuna handles your fingers against the bed with great affection, while his lips continue to swallow up any moans that slip out of your mouth.

He gets faster, feeling up every crevice of your leaking pussy, and soon enough, it’s got you creaming around him, back arching as your walls pulse around his fleshy tongue from your orgasm. The feverish kiss is broken, leaving you to pant freely.

You lay still to catch your breath for a few moments as he slips himself back out. But that break is a bit short lived however, as Sukuna soon sends you into overstimulation by latching his extra mouth onto your clit, sucking and licking you up roughly.

Gasping from the sudden sensation, you jolt your hips but they’re being held down firmly by him.

“This...this is bullying,” you tell him breathily, blinking away the tears of pleasure from your eyes.

“Well, I advise you to get ready. I’m about to bully you even more,” he chuckles softly, a finger coming up to swipe away your tears.

He’s fully aware of his own arousal, practically begging to be let out of his pants. His tongue goes back into his mouth, and once you re-gather yourself again, you look to face him and his obvious tent.

“I’m ready. Let me see you,” you say, tugging on the silky fabric of his pajamas. He wastes no time in taking it off, and revealing his girthy dick that twitches with excitement. You catch sight of the little smear of precum that sits on its head and your pussy clenches on nothing at the thought of having him fill you up.

Sukuna rests the dense thing onto your stomach, and you feel the dull throbs from it against your skin. He traps you in between his arms and you feel so thrillingly vulnerable in this position, as he looks down at you with determined hunger for your body.

“It’s so hot and heavy...” you comment, stroking him with two hands, because one simply isn’t enough for his size. He lets you touch him without restriction, your dainty fingers allowing him to swell even more, even dribbling more precum. You touch the clear fluid, feeling it’s stringiness, before bringing it to your mouth to give it a taste.

He stares at you with bewilderment, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a smirk.

“It’s nothing...I just didn’t realise you could be so,” he clears his throat, “lewd.”

“Do you not like it?”

“I like it a little too much. You might drive me wild,” Sukuna confesses, nudging his tip against your entrance.

You hitch in a breath at his response, and open your legs wider for him.

“I’m looking forward to that.”

He spreads your pussy lips apart using his two thumbs, admiring your hole that’s dripping with your own slick. Lining himself up now, he braces himself for your warmth and tightness.

“Can I...?” he asks for the final time.

“Yes please,” you reply eagerly.

He starts with the tip, at a delicate pacing. Your heart starts to beat faster, as you hold in a breath and do your best to relax your muscles, to let him in easier. After pushing himself in a bit further, he comes to a sudden stop.

“All good?” he tenderly asks, studying your face for any sign of distress.

“I’m okay. I think I’m plenty loose enough...” you inform him, squeezing his hand after grabbing it.

“I want it all in one go.”

He looks a bit hesitant for a split second, but decides to do as you suggest. Grabbing you by the hips, he watches as his cock gets swallowed up by you, sliding in until his balls reach your skin.

Both you and him let out a slow little gasp, taking a while to soak in this sensation of being whole. There’s a visible bulge on your tummy that makes you tremble with both a bit of fear and intrigue. It wasn’t much surprising - since he was at a thickness that could create the same on a stomach of any size.

You take deep breaths, holding onto him tighter, and he reciprocates by holding you back. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, with genuine concern.

“It stings a bit, in all honesty. Can we stay like this for a moment?” you ask honestly, smiling up at him.

“Of course,” Sukuna reassures, keeping his hips unmoving, but letting his upper body come down to you, so that he could comfort you.

Gentle kisses are exchanged, and it helps you to rest the tension in your body. Your hands rise up to his back, where you can feel his muscles that ripple with his each movement.

Even without the thrusting yet, there is still pleasure to be found in this position. You feel the strong twitches that his cock gives inside you, revealing how eager he is, behind that face of concern he displays. It stirs you up, turning you on to lengths you never could’ve imagined.

Sukuna senses every clench of your walls, every squeeze and every suck. He wouldn’t dare to move without your permission, but to say that this wasn’t testing his patience at all - would be a blatant lie. However, nothing scares him more than the thought of causing you harm.

Your eye contact with him is heated but by no means discomforting, as the crimson that pools within his stare seems to soothe you, making you feel safe. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his head into the crook of your neck, kissing his forehead.

“Thank you for being patient,” you whisper, wiping away some of the sweat that makes his hair cling to his skin.

“I think I should be the one thanking you,” he chuckles, his voice muffled from the way he nuzzles against you. You stay with him like this for a few more minutes, resting in each other’s warmth.

Once you can gather enough courage, you draw in a breath before giving him the cue to start moving, bit by bit.

He starts by giving the tiniest thrusts, his tip performing light kisses against your cervix. It stings less now, and you begin to desire for more. When you let out hushed, sighing moans, his adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows on nothing - being aroused by your voice.

Hips beginning to make larger movements, Sukuna starts breathing heavy from the pleasuring feeling of your velvety walls. He hovers above you again, wanting to see your face as he fucks into you slowly, steadily. The pace drives you wild, making you feel the stretch each time his cockhead effortlessly reaches your deepest spot.

Placing his palm on your stomach with the slightest bit of pressure, he can feel himself moving in and out of you.

“Look at you. Taking me so well.”

You respond with your eyes that hold a mellow gaze, and you whimper at his softspoken praise, wanting to hear more.

“Faster...harder...” you plead, unable to take this pacing any longer.

“Could you handle that?” he asks with an affectionate smirk, the urge to tease you gathering within him.

“Yes- I need more,” you continue, becoming restless.

Your pleas ring in his head, and he too begins the desire to get rougher with you.

“Impatient little thing,” he utters with a low voice - before offering a single, sharp thrust into your core, earning him a loud gasp from you.

His tip presses up against the entrance to your womb and your hips tremble, but he’s there to pin you down.

“Still want me to go faster? Harder?”

“Oh- yes please-” you beg, tears welling up.

“As you wish.”

It’s the last phrase you hear, before you start seeing stars before your eyes.

Sukuna ruts into you without mercy, dick pummeling your poor pussy just the way you want it. Mumbling incoherently, he begins to chase after his orgasm, dragging you along with him. Your moans fill the air, eyes rolling to the back of your head with each hard thrust that slides his cock into you with ease.

Every time he grazes against your g-spot, you squeeze around him from the pleasure and it drives him mad. It was never easy for someone of his size to find a suitable partner that would willingly take him so eagerly, but you...

“You’re so perfect...”

He works his hands around the rest of your body, teasing your breasts and perky nipples, rubbing onto your sensitive clit, all while he continues to ram himself into you.

“Yes, yes, yes-” you babble, getting doused with the thrill of being touched all over.

You’re thrown into a mind-numbing orgasm, toes curling and back arching so far that it’s bound to ache later on. You let out a squeal as Sukuna fucks you through it, not stopping even as your walls thrum around him violently.

He pants heavily, watching you as your body quivers from the overstimulation, and he grits his teeth - not being far from his own orgasm. Chanting your name with half-lidded eyes, his hips begin to falter in pacing, being driven solely by his own exhilaration.

“F-fuck... Y/N, I’m gonna...” he drawls, cock throbbing.

“I want it inside me,” you mumble, clinging onto him, fingertips digging into his back.

With loud groans, he finally reaches his sweet climax, his arms wrapping around you tightly, holding you in place, so you have no means of escape. Not that you would want to, anyway.

And, oh god, you feel his seed as it spills into you. Endlessly. His tip pokes at your cervix, continuing to pump you full with his cum while he leans his face against your neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin. It feels so good, being filled up to the brim by your giant lover.

“Shit...I love you... I love you so much,” Sukuna mumbles, holding you close, so much so that you can feel the air being squeezed out of your lungs. He brings his lips to yours, yearning for a passionate kiss.

By the time he pulls out, his cock has softened significantly, and from within you, his spend drools out.

“I love you too,” you say, but your words are slurred from how exhausted you are.

“Stop being cute,” he smiles, pushing away loose strands of hair away from your face. The two of you bombard each other with kisses and cuddles.

You don’t have to lift a finger for the rest of that evening, as Sukuna cleans you up, and then runs about to replace the messy sheets with clean ones while you doze off on the side. When the bed is fresh and ready again, he carries you in and sleeps with you tucked right beside him; as you become his teddy bear for the night.

Tagging; @ry0chann @nanamin-3 @yumeosamu @moonchild-artemisdaughter @yuujispinkhair @smallhybridart @ryomensukunasimp @skunaskitten @theprettyarachnid​

Masterlist

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #soft sukuna #sukuna smut #sukuna #ryomen sukuna

[mrsjellymunson]

💿 Play Me 💿

Written for the @steddiemicrofic January prompt, ‘hole’ (thank you for this glorious gift).

Rating: T || WC: 404 || CW: Suggestive language, mentions of drug use (weed), a deceased insect (idk there may be sensitive entomologists on here 🫣) || Tags: 90s AU, meet cute, getting together, strangers to friends to more? || A/N: This is silly, cheesy, sickly fluff. I make no apologies and you can’t say I didn’t warn you.

“Hey man, watch out!”

Too late, Steve spots that the guy Dustin is barrelling towards on his loaned skateboard is wearing headphones, pads hidden amongst wild curls.

Rushing towards the record store doorway and helping him up, he mumbles, “Sorry dude, we probably shouldn't be teaching him in a populated area. I’ll buy you a new copy.”

Checking his purchase, the stranger replies, “Don’t sweat it, it’s only the case that’s cracked. The music inside is fine, that’s the important thing.”

The broad smile he gifts Steve nearly winds him.

“Y-yeah? That’s really decent of you, thanks.”

The stranger turns to walk off, and Steve realises he doesn’t want him to go. Thinking quickly, he blurts, “Watcha listening to?”

Appraising Steve, the stranger replies,

“Uh, something you probably wouldn’t like.”

Steve counters, “Sounds like a challenge. Try me.”

Two hours later and Eddie’s in Steve’s bedroom, both of them pleasantly high, a mix of their CDs strewn across Steve’s bed.

They’re surprising each other - Steve’s nodding along to Deep Purple and appreciating (some of) Metallica’s guitarwork, and Eddie’s not hating (all of) Steve’s collection, Queen and The Rolling Stones being unexpected inclusions.

No longer trying to appear cool, they start picking discs at random.

“Who’s this again?”

“Rainbow.”

“Thought so. Check it out!”

Afternoon sunlight glances through one of Steve’s crystal sports trophies, casting rainbows along one wall.

Catching them on his fingertips, Steve giggles, his high apparent. “We’re playing Rainbow, and there’s rainbows in the room! Let’s see if we can do it again.”

Randomly, Eddie picks a Scorpions CD. A fail, but they both chuckle and agree that’s probably a good thing…

Steve shoves his hand into the pile and chooses Led Zeppelin. Furrowing his brows and wincing, he picks up a pencil. “Does this kind of lead count?”

Next up, W.A.S.P.. Steve finds a dead fly on his windowsill, muttering, “Close enough”, and throwing it outside with a quiet ugh.

Steve insists, “Okay, you’re definitely touching the next one. I’m having all the fun, and frankly disgusting, experiences over here.”

Eddie responds, “Okay, man, whatever you say”, but when Steve picks the next CD he shifts uncomfortably, unable to meet the other boy’s gaze.

“Uhh, I think we should stop playing now.”

Steve smirks, repeating his words from earlier. “Sounds like a challenge. Try me.”

Eddie's ears turn pink as he looks away. Quietly, he replies,

“It’s, umm, it’s Hole…”

Thanks so much for reading!

#steddiemicrofic #steddie microfic #prompt challenge #steddie #steddie ficlet #dustin henderson #eddie munson #Steve harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington #meet cute #steddie meet cute #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fluff #Steve harrington fluff #steddie fluff #steddiemicroficjanuary #Dustin henderson on a skateboard

[kruggers-mani]

COD Keegan x fem!reader

Content: smut , PTSD

Part 1

(You are a massage therapist at a little shop across the street from a military base. You are 26, short, curvy, AFAB.)

It was already a bad morning with your ex-boyfriend posting more pictures with his home-wrecker girlfriend, you rushing to work since you woke up late, and realizing your rent coming up with no clue how you're going to pay it. You clock in and walk back to the rooms to set up for your first appointment hoping the day will end as fast as it started. As the day goes on with the snobby, stay-at-home, trophy wives trying to pick a fight over literally nothing you are ready to get this last appointment over with and crash the second you get home. Your growling stomach can't even keep you awake, not that you could afford to do anything about it anyway.

You walk to the front desk to take back your last appointment when you see the lobby packed with giant, burly men who you assume are the soldiers from across the street.

You lean down and whisper to the lady working the front desk and ask "What's with all the soldiers here at once, are we doing some kind of promotion?"

She nods without looking up from her phone " Yeah, we said we would give free appointments today only for soldiers. Looks like all of them waited until the last second." She said the last part while giggling.

You look back up into the full lobby and notice how all of them are still wearing their military gear, with some wearing masks to hide their identity. "Wouldn't the mask draw more attention?" You think to yourself before picking up a clipboard with an appointment on it.

"Mr. Russ, I'm ready to take you back now." You say in your high-pitched customer service voice as you wave for whoever you just called to follow you to the back.

Then one of the men stood up with a low wince that almost sounded like a growl. He looked tall when he stood up, but it didn't really set in until he was standing right in front of you. He was one of the men still wearing a mask and he looked like a really dirty skeleton ski mask. His arms cross right in front of your face as a small grunt leaves his lungs. Fuck, He caught you staring.

"U-uhh sorry, right this way sir." You say in a shaky voice as you turn around to lead him back.

He follows close behind, mimicking your steps in distance and number as if he is marching. "Drilled in his head I guess," You think as you open the door and gesture for him to walk inside.

"If you could please strip down completely naked and lay down on your stomach for me, there is a towel on the table for your decency. I will return in 3 minutes, if I knock and you are still not ready just please let me know before I open the door and I will give you more time." You say your lines that have been drilled into your mind over the 2 years you have worked here. Trying to return to your customer service voice as you smile and point at the table. You leave for 3 minutes and come back with a knock and receive no answer, not even a grunt. Not sure what to do you just slowly open the door hoping to trigger a response from your customer but to no avail. Finally, you lay eyes on the table to find him completely nude other than the mask still on himself, the towel barely big enough to cover his muscular ass. His arms folded under his head with his eyes barely peeking out the side. You finally snap out of your trance to hear his faint snoring being slightly amplified by the crook of his elbow and the leather table cover.

"I haven't even started and you're already asleep, that's a new one." You giggle quietly to yourself before walking to a side table to lather your hands in oil.

You start at his feet, trying not to wake him while still trying to massage out the giant knots at the arch of his feet. Next moving up the legs, as you reach the top of his hamstrings you realize just how muscular this man is. Noticing a knot closer to his inner thigh, you start using the pad of your hands to massage it out. You kept hitting a soft patch of skin thinking it was probably from chafing as that is an issue you deal with, but you hear a breathy moan cow from his mouth and immediately realize that is not his thigh you're touching...

You begin to apologize but realize he is still asleep. Thinking that you could keep trying to get the knot out without him noticing, you go back to what you were doing trying to ignore the fact you were touching his full package. Your mind began to wander off and daydream about the thing you wish this man would do to you. You snapped back into reality when you heard a loud moan come from him and looked down at your hands to see they were no longer massaging his hamstrings, but were now cupping his junk and giving a nice rub to them.

You rip your hands away as if nothing happened and move onto his back to get away from that area. His eyes were still closed so you thought you were in the clear. You gently shake him to wake him up and he darts his eyes open in a panicked state. You were not started like anyone would think, you are from a military family and know how dangerous it can be to wake a veteran with possible PTSD.

"Mr. Russ, I am Y/N your masseuse remember? You are at Megan's Massage lounge, you are okay it's all going to be okay. Look at me you are going to be fine." You say in a calm and soothing voice as you hold your hands up to show you're not holding anything. You had to wake up your father for work after he came back from his last deployment and got used to this routine of returning him to reality and away from the war. You didn't mind, if anything it hurt your heart that you had to do this to veterans but you would do whatever it takes to comfort them.

"I-I'm sorry yes I guess I fell asleep." He says trying to avoid eye contact from embarrassment.

"Sir it's quite alright that happens more often than not, and don't worry about being startled I'm from a military family I completely understand. But if you could please roll over on your back so I could continue." You say rubbing his back to calm his breathing. He just nods and lays on his back and closes his eyes again. Your smile disappears as you look down his body to see his not-so-little friend is wide awake and moving the towel out of the way.

"God give me the strength to not get fired today."

#smut #18+ content #cod mw2 #cod x reader #massage #military #cod keegan #keegan x reader

[p41nkillers]

marshscott dialogue (1/???)

content: nathans working on trust issues

kate: ive never…like had any… uhh- *clear throat* lets just say…that im 'inexperienced' and youre my ‘first’ guy, so being with you.. is a new thing to me. ive always been distant myself around boys, my parents... they would be angry and disappointed if they knew about us…because they want me to be doing this sort of stuff...when im actually married *small sigh*

nathan: so youve been savin’ yourself for marriage this whole time? *chuckle* you hid this side of you cuz' you were scared that your parents might caught you breaking religious rules? yeah, that makes sense.. so why'd u agree to do it with me if you knew that being with me is kinda 'sinful' and it will only make it only worse? i dont understan-

kate: w-well...! i believe that...m-maybe we both gonna work this out and we eventually- *stop talking for awhile* nathan...why do u wanna be with me though? im a religious freak, and youre an atheist… is there.. any reason?

nathan: i have no fucking clue... i really dont okay? y'kno i dont really believe in any of those religious crap u mention about, i just think you were fun to hangout with, guess ive always had thing for religious girls anyway… *chuckle softly* maybe i like to experience with someone whos ACTUALLY different from me y'kno what i mean? i dont know how to word it well..but theres just something.. something about you that i really like alright? so tell me why u sticking with a douche guy like me anyway?

kate: mhm... youve got unique personalities... sure you can be a bit freaky sometimes but i tend to be the freakiest too so we're even *giggle* youre also look so gentle and charming when youre not being such a jerk to me... its like im talking to a different person..

nathan: maybe you should get your eyes checked then...still, that doesnt make any fucking sense right? i mean why the hell would u go that far with me though? its hard for me to give 100% trust on you...just wanna make sure you werent after me for damn money alright?

kate: good God nathan no! of course not! im not like those gold diggers youve been slept with! i-i swear okay..? believe me.. i never even saw you as my 'sugar daddy' i-i mean yeah sure youre rich, you have everything but that's not the reason i-

nathan: stop lying to me katie, the only reason you stuck with me cuz' im just a dumbass jock whos nothing but a spoiled prick little rich kid, just like any other stupid bimbos out there who kept using me for money. so yeah… i dont buy it, youre probably just using me too... *look away*

kate: *sigh* you right, youre such a dumb jock. cant u see that im being genuine this whole time? if you werent rich, id still want to be with you okay?? maybe i'd like you even more, so i wouldnt have to worry about you chasing me like im some kind of prey and treating me like one of your trophies collection... *frown*

nathan: you know what? big fucking thanks for giving me that ideas. maybe i should just go fuck around with other whore out there who isnt much loose as you, who can actually stand me, who isnt a clingy.. or someone who wont keeps whining being sensitive about everything like a fucking toodler. at least them hot chicks are wayyy more experienced more than you though.. youre all the same, just wanting me for cash! because thats what girls like you always do; an attention-starved whore who begged herself like a fucking dog in a heat!

kate: at least i still have some goddamn self-respect! you know what? maybe you should just be GAY instead because you sound like misogynist at this point. *sarcastic tone* and guess what? maybe i am clingy and sensitive; its one of those female traits you just have to deal with it but you cant! you know why?? because youre the most sexist guy ive ever met! and goodluck finding another dumb ho who can put up with your bullshit! *walk away*

note: i want them to at least hv a proper conversation afterward but hv no idea how to make it happen its a bit stretch to do so i just gave up lol

#saint and sinner #marshscott #kate marsh #nathan prescott #life is strange #self post

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 158

With each chapter updated, the more I sob to my cat (while wearing my plaid clothes of course)

Also this post is going to be long because I love psychology so much.

Tw: mentions of un-aliving oneself

Lorzanna fighting alongside each other....... that is the most badass way to say "we're girlfriends"

Lorena using the chains as whips and Suzanna doing fencing style!! THEM. I NEED MORE OF THEM.

Medic Syrah! It's like one of those I things I never know I want until I get it.

Aww Orson and Monika holding the portcullis together <3 they're so strong???

Frederick telling Syrah step by step on how to do first aid <3

Also, Frederick using his strategy skill!! He can finally show his talent for Leland to see >:D or, uh, not really since Leland is not currently in the room but ANYWAY

Beckett..Beckett, Beckett, Beckett.... Man got snitched and I'm having second hand embarrassment 💀💀 well he won't be Pastel Top 1 guard but at least he can be with Maria. Oh yeah finally!! He knows who the real Maria is!! I hope he won't forget when he's back conscious tho.

Fellas, let's give appreciation to our guard homies Horace and Old guard (he still needs a name)

Also may I just say Maria looks GORGEOUS in this panel?? HER HER HER??? Also her starting to wonder why Frederick is against the Plaid kingdom?? IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER Y'ALL.

I went from "Lance!! :D" to "Lance :'(" because damn...DAMN??? Bro tbh I'm relieved the gala foreshadowing is him getting hit on the head and not gettint CHOPPED but on the other hand DAMN. The commander did NOT have to do that DAMN. The blunt head trauma??? What if he hit head when he fell?? "So he won't hurt himself" my foot BRUH. I just checked again and HE HIT HIS HEAD. Bro is gonna get a concussion.

Also his face is still bleeding out. In case someone, uh, forgot.

Go Lorena and Suzie go help him! I know what he did was horrible but he's trying!!

Confrontation Time Yayyy...

Blaine. Blaine bro. Stop. Just. Okay there is a lot of childhood issues to be unpacked here. But you know what before talking to him before telling him what he should do maybe we should all just. Let him relax, for awhile. I mean ngl he looks awful, and I'm not trying to be mean here but he and Frederick clearly needs professional help. But let's unpack them one by one. Let's start with the pianist.

(Disclamier: I am not a professional. I am simply telling you my opinion in this post)

Holy shit. Someone give him a break. Give him lots of sleep. Anything to make this boy relax. Let me just say this right away, golden child syndrome. I'm blaming all of these shit on Leland. Y'all our lesson today is: don't put too much pressure on a child, don't compare your children to each other, and accept your child however they are. Please y'all this has happen too much. A child is smart and they achieves lots of things, then makes that their only reason of living, the only reason they are loved. That's horrible. In Blaine's case, I think he feels as if those achievements, those trophies, are a way to validate his life. It's like he cannot fail because if he fails automatically he disappoints everyone including himself.

We know that he has been 'thriving' since he was child. Let's say approximately since he was uhh 9 years old? That would be 12 years of intense hardwork hell sugarcoated by the paradise of 'winning'. Once again, not exactly the best childhood ever. Not to mention, does he even have any friends? We have never seen him mention any. So we can say that he doesn't have any support outside of him being 'perfect' (well, until Maria at least, but that was pretty short-lived :')

At this point I won't even be surprised if the reason he has been doing self care is only so that he looks good as a model and so that people love him.

Man, he needs intense reality check. Also I'm like 99% sure he definitely doesn't want to kill Frederick. The event of him and Lance beating the shit out of the bullies still live in my head rent free. Bro is VERY confused with his life right now and needs help.

Let's move on to the youngest now

Right of the bat I'm going to say:

Scapegoat child, self esteem issues, possibility of depression, and uh we're gonna have to add this now... possibility of being suicidal. Alright.

What is a scapegoat child? A scapegoat child is the child who is pretty much blamed for everything and takes attention of the center of the problem, if that makes sense. As far as I know, this is the child who recognize the actual problems in the family, and is the one to break the cycle of abuse. These children are the opposite of the golden child. And you know what it makes sense that both of them are in the same household. If there is a golden child to praise and give attention to, then there is the scapegoat who is blamed and left out. That is what Frederick is in his family.

Self esteem issues. This boy has been told he is pathetic, weak, useless, and all of those words for his entire life, to the point he actually believe that those words are his entire personality.

Now, I'm not gonna straight up say he is suicidal, though we have an evidence in the panel here. But if we look at the past chapters, he doesn't exactly actively try to die. Those moments where he fell of the Pastel hills are accidents. But we can also say that the suicidal thoughts just came recently. Especially considering what is happening lately. Being trapped in a deep hole with little to no socialization can really do some things to you...even if you're an introvert. We are social creatures. As much as we say we hate chatting with people, we also don't want to be alone with no social communication our entire life now, do we?

Anyway, I'm going to suggest this, there is a chance that Frederick probably has what is called passive suicidal ideation. He doesn't actively try to die, but he wouldn't care if he die. But I'm a little conflicted on this one. Maybe someone else who is better at this field of study can help me?

We can also assume that Frederick told Blaine to kill him out of desperation. There are lots of possibilities that I hope Lambcat will explore more in the future.

Also his coping mechanism of escaping reality is something to watch out for since he has shown signs of not being able to differentiate between reality and fantasy

Now, I just want to say that there is a chance that I'm heavily wrong here. But I'm just stating my opinion and I'm not trying to offend anyone. If there is something wrong in what I wrote please do tell me.

Okay, let's move on to the next scene now—

NAH BLAINE SWINGING THAT SWORD 💀💀 Bro is clearly so stressed istg. C'mon Blaine the curse tattoo doesn't look THAT bad. It looks aight if you ask me. I would even say it's unique.

Yeahhh! What Whitney said! Lmao I'm so sorry but this scene reminds me of Steven Universe and Spinel. Whitney just wanna talk it out :') he has changed so much from his old self.

YOOOO ALL THE ELDEST SIBLINGS ARE GIVING BLAINE A REALITY CHECK. Maria, Whitney, Calpernia. Snap outta it Blaine please.

"I'd like to cut in" Goals. I do also want to start my battle by saying a pun. I can't wait for Prez vs Blaine!! It's going to be sick.

THE MAIDS. HOLY MOLY (haha get it?). Of course they also have weapons. It makes sense considering how protective Jack is! Also

Was. Was the cleaver not enough? Lol 💀

I am even more hyped for Leland vs The maids!

Well, that's it for now. That was a long ass post lmao. I'm gonna go back to class.

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

#cursed princess club #cpc

[crabonfire]

hi . twirls hair nervously . idk if you're still taking requests but it would be so Awesome to see how the mercs would react to their s/o being an artist, like they see em painting or smth . preferably amab if That's ok .. (ngl im mainly doing this for more scout stuff .) + I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM makes me kick my feet with joy

heyyyyy!! giggles like a schoolgirl

TOTALLY! I'm always down for requests, just as long as they aren't too specific / out of my comfort zone :)

also I'm so glad you like my stuff!!!! it makes me very happy that you do heheheheh :) I'm also an artist so I'd love to write this!

ps I love scout so I understand we need more scout stuff tbh!!!

Mercs reacting to an artistic S/O!

warnings: none!

characters: all mercs

note: reader is amab in this one, gender isn't specified much but just wanted to let u know :)

oke so the situaaation ‼️‼️

Merc had noticed that for some reason you would be in your room all day, before and after matches. He didn't really ask about it, because you still spoke to him a ton. One day though, he walks in on you...doing art??!?!?!?! Wow!!!!

♡Scout♡

• holy crap...are you PAINTING??? WITH BRUSH??? WUTH??? BRUSHHSHSH??? STROKE?? WHAT AM I SAYINF

• omg!

• without saying anything, he comes closer to see what your painting. he admires it for a moment, it's so...wow

"Woah, this is amazin'...you neva told me you could paint!"

"Well...yeah! I do paint. It's just a hobby to release some stress, you know?"

"A hobby??? I thought Picasso made this or somethin...this is so good!"

• Hes also pretty artistic himself! He draws a ton, so he's very excited to find out that your just like him fr!

• He will be so enamoured by your art, asking if he could see more and even ask if you could teach him. The way you so delicately work on the canvas with that glimmer of creativity in your eyes, he can't help but be head over heels by it.

"That painting is so cool babe, just like you."

"Man, what's up with you today? Your so corny."

He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist making your hands rest against his chest.

"Yer so handsome too, you know? Even more than the painting."

"You dork. Your just egging me on."

"Nah, I really mean it. Your the real masterpiece here."

He peppers you with kisses making you giggle at the sensation. What a guy.

♡Soldier♡

• when he enters your room to find you sitting at your desk, he thinks your working at first.

• but when he steps closer to see your drawing, oh my lordie lord

"WOW! WHAT IS THIS CADET?"

"OHFUCK-solly you scared the living shit outta me- I'm uhh...drawing."

• he takes the paper and inspects it carefully, a grin on his face. wow! this is so cool S/O :)

"It's just a sketch, but I've been meaning to practice more on my anatomy."

"THIS IS AMAZING! YOU MUST SHOW IT TO EVERYONE."

"Ah, thanks but nah. I'm not finished with it...plus I think my art kinda sucks."

"WHAT? NO. THIS IS VERY GOOD! I LIKE HOW YOU DREW THE FACE, IT IS FULL OF EMOTION!"

"Huh...thank you Jane. I appreciate it."

• he watches you draw a lot, and gets so happy when he finds out you draw him. if you give him any of your art, he will frame it in his room and show it off like a trophy. he finds it so cool you draw, wow.

♡Pyro♡

•WOWOWOWOWOOWOWWAAAAWWWWWWOAOOAOAOAOAOOAW?!?!?!?!? WWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW SO COOOLLLL!?!??!?!!

• oh m gosh...u draw...like...like he does..??? OH MH GOOOOODSSSHHHHHHHSH

"mmmfhh mffhh mmhfhh mmmfhhd!!" (This is so cool!!"

"Oh thanks man! I appreciate it."

"Mmmh mmh mmhhhf mmhd mmh? mmhfh??" (Can I draw with you? Please??)

"Yeah! That'd be nice. I've always wanted to draw with someone."

" the happiest squeal that has ever come out of any man "

• you two draw together all the time, heck youll even collaborate on the same drawing and it always makes him so happy when you do. if you ever draw you two together, he will cherish it forever and just like soldier, frame it. Though he wouldn't show it off, he would wanna keep it to himself :)

♡Demo♡

• hold up wait a minute

• you paint? oh my god you paint?? you...you paint???!?!?!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!!??!

• he's very surprised and very proud, he's like "HELL YEAH MY BOYFRIEND PAINTS LETS GOOOOOO!!"

• "Lad, you did this?"

"Oh-pff yeah. I don't paint as much as I used to but it's fun to do."

"This is amazing. Your so amazing, why haven't ye told me ye painted?"

"I didn't really think it was a big deal, nobody really knows."

"Big deal? This is gorgeous. You should show off some more."

"Hahdhfh thank you."

• talks about it a lot, practically shows you off like a medal when the topic is even related to it. He loves watching you paint and will even ask if you can paint him so that he can keep it and show it to his mother. He's so supportive of it and buys you the best art supplies, encouraging you to paint more. he's so proud of u omg.

♡Heavy♡

• when he finds you drawing he's very interested! he doesn't ask much about it, but watches you sketch. how you lightly press onto the paper when you want a soft feel to it, and when you press rougher for a thicker line, it fascinates him how you can be so talented.

When your done, he'll ask about it.

"May I see?"

"Oh, of course!"

He inspects the drawing, admiring how well you cleaned the linear and how well the shading blends in. He smiles softly

"This is beautiful. You are very talented."

"Aw-thats sweet, thanks babe."

"Da. Do you have any other drawings?"

"Oh totally! Wait lemme get my sketchbook."

• he let's you ramble on each piece, listening intently as he carefully flips the pages over. he's so amazed by it all, even asking if he can keep some of them.

• if he ever finds out you drew him, he will be so so soooo happy! he will have a very big smile and give you a big big hug. he will keep it secure, and tell his family about it. even giving some pictures of your art to show them in letters. he's very into your art, please draw for him more.

♡Engie♡

• woah, you draw? that's so cool.

• he's very happy, he draws himself but it's mostly blue prints for his machines. your art is so sick! my guy this is like...the shit that belongs in like...a fuckin museum. so...so cool

"Darlin'...this is amazing! Did you draw this?"

"Oh yeah, I draw when I got the time to."

"I had no idea, this is wonderful. Whyd ya never tell me?"

"Oh, I thought it wouldn't be interesting."

"Sweetheart this is too good to not be talked about, its an amazing talent and I guarentee I'd love to hear about it."

"Aww, Dell..."

• show him your art please. he loves to just admire your stuff, inspecting every single like and so appreciative of how much time you put into each drawing. even if it's a small doodle or an unfinished piece, he will cherish it and motivate you to do more.

• draw for him? actually freaks out. Will keep a special folders full of all the drawings you give him, keep it in the special safe he made just for stuff you give him. draw any of his machines? bro will actually smooch you so hard man...pucker up LMAOOOO

♡Medic♡

• fascinating!

• he watches your painting, your quite focused on the strokes and he finds it very cool. he doesn't say anything, just watches you. it feels a bit awkward but he's honestly just really into it.

"Zhis is wonderful! Jou should sell zhem. I bet zhey would be bought by anyone who saw zhem."

"That's sweet Medic, but I don't think I'm that good."

"NONSENSE! Jou are an excellent painter, I am delighted to know jou have talent in such fine arts. Zhis is not a small thing, mein liebe."

"Haha, thank you Ludwig."

• he will ask if you can paint for him, not forcing or anything but he is obsessed with your style. if you ever paint him something, anything at all, it will be in somewhere safe, probably his room. By his desk, so he can look at it while he works.

he thinks it's awesome you can paint, will ramble to heavy about it.

♡Sniper♡

• WOAHHHHH BUDDY YOU DRAW???@??!?!?@?@!?!?!?!?!?!? that's so fucking cool!!! Holy smokes

• he will be amazed, how did he end up with someone as hot and talented as you? My GUYYYYYYY he's even more in love with you than before which he thought wasn't possible.

"Roo...this is...amazing. I didn't know you could draw."

"Well-yeah! I just do it in my spare time."

He sits by you and continues to watch you draw, he likes the expressions you mimic when your drawing it on the paper. he thinks it's adorable.

if you ever draw him or for him, he will be a bit flustered.

"For...for me?"

"Yeah! I know it's sorta random but I really wanted to draw you something. Sorry if this is uh...weird and stuff."

"NO! no no, it's...its amazing. Thank you love."

He will be so red and so honored, he will have a bunch of your drawings lying around in the camper, one pinned to the wall of the van for him to look at. He keeps a doodle you made of the both of you in his pocket and looks at it whenever he misses you. He loves you soo much ughhhshhdfhfhf SNIPER MY BELOVEDDDD

♡Spy♡

• mf

• just when he thought he couldn't adore you even more than he already has, and you decide to be incredibly cool and awesome by your art

• you fucking DRAWWWW???? OH MH GODDD

He sneaked into your room to surprise you but he's the one surprised to find you drawing him. He stands by you as you smile at the finished product. Dammit you fucking KILLED HIM

the smile you have on your face at the drawing you made of him is actually fucking murderous it's so fucking cute he's going into cardiac arrest

he reveals himself, leaning into the table and taking a look at your drawing.

"HOLYSHIT- SPY WHAT THE HELL."

"Ma cher, this is wonderful. I never knew you had such a talent."

"OH-uh yeah! I draw...but also my fucking god dude your gonna kill me one day."

"I apologise, I merely wanted to surprise you. But it seems you have surprised me with your artwork. Do you draw me often?"

"I...uh...well-i mean-"

He finds it sweet you drew him, watching you get nervous and tounge tied. He will stop the teasing though, to admire your artwork. he's so...ighdhdhfhf why do you do this to him he's literally freaking out internally rn

like bro might be all cheeky and sly abt it but he's so...he's so jsjjf..HEHSHSHDHD... the urge to kiss you is strong

• he will buy you the best art supplies. after all, you deserve only as such. he will actually frame every single drawing you give him. I'm serious like they're gold plated, some are in his smoking room for him to admire and some are in his room to wake up to. bro is so INTO YOUUUU UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH stop it!! stop being so fucking cool!

I hope u enjoyed this! Sorry if its shorter than my usual ones, but yea!!!!!

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[famousfilmsfan]

The truth

After Bryan died

Jon: Okay, since Bryan's assets are frozen everyone will have to rely on my money but you can't spend without permission

Lefty: Don’t worry I have a YouTube channel and it’s super popular i’m sure I can manage myself

Jon; Well….

Lefty; What?

Jon; Actually Bryan switched your channel over to a website he owns called MooTube. And the subscribers are actually bots he bought online

Lefty: But I have a Streamee award!

Jon: Bryan bought it on eBay.

Molten: *holding it* Hehe they misspelled it. Streamwee

Lefty: What?! Why did he do that?

Jon: Because your ‘pranks’ weren't pranks they were mainly crimes and or unethical

Lefty: What?! Name one

Jon: Your ‘dumping concrete on people’ prank landed six people in the hospital.

Lefty: oops

Jon: Your trashcan fire prank caused a forest fire

Lefty: Voinks

Jon: Your ‘calling people useless garbage’ Prank caused two suicides.

Lefty: Eep!

Jon: That fake convention you set up collapsed injuring four hundred.

Lefty: It did what?!

Molten: Such an idiot. At least my channel is..Jon why are you looking at me like that?

Jon: Uhh. Bryan actually did the same thing with yours

Molten: What?! Why?

Jon: Your recipes were not made for human consumption.

Molten: Name one.

Jon: Your pizza topped with fresh BellaDonna

Molten: How is that deadly?

Freddy: Molten that’s a poisonous and illegal plant

Molten: Oh. That explains why I found it on Russian Craigslist.

Foxy: wait were any of our accomplishments our own?

Jon:…maybe?

lolbit: James Charles saying my makeup was amazing?

Jon: That was a lookalike he hired to raise your self-esteem.

Foxy: My pinata hitting contest winning streak?

Jon: That was real-

Foxy; Oh good

Jon: -ly Bryan, disguised as the mascot, there were mirrors involved. It was cool.

Lefty: But all our trophies

Jon: Bryan bought a trophy store,

Lefty: Why did he do this?!

Jon: Because you guys can’t handle failure well.

Lefty: Yes we can!

Jon: What number am I thinking of?

Lefty: 12

Jon; 76

Lefty: *falls to the ground and began to cry* I failed! Nooooo!

Jon; See what I mean?

Molten; Why did he fake mine?

Jon; He was scared you’d stab him if he didn't.

Molten;…Fair

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[dramatisperscnae]

@arobinwithoutbatman [x]

"Just. Y'know. I know I'm going a lot... but I swear it's not that old fear of 'I'm different and wrong too, so I'm gonna end up there eventually.' You uhh nipped that in the bud pretty fast." Yup. He's nervous. Shifting in place, playing with his fingers, avoiding eye contact. Deep breath. Just get it out. Rip it off like a band aid. "I'vebeenregularlyvisitingTwoFaceandIsitoutsidehiscellasRobinonceaweekandwetalkaboutthechooseyourownadventurebooksIgetforhimandthatkindaleadtometalkingtomoreRoguespleasedon'tbemadIswearI'mnotcompromisedorturningevil." All in one breath with the fidgeting getting worse. If Bruce was still alive, he never would have admitted this and probably wouldn't have started at all. Dick though? Dick he respects just as much if not more than Bruce. He doubted Dick would be happy about this habit he's picked up. He and Two Face didn't exactly get along.

The fact that Tim's been going to Arkham a lot isn't news. Just about once a week, by his transponder history. Dick doesn't say anything, though, just sitting patiently and letting Tim get whatever it is out at his own pace.

Which might have been a mistake, given that when it does come it's in a sudden rush that's almost impossible to follow. Dick can't catch all of it, but he does gather the major details. Visiting Two-Face. Talking to the man. To other Rogues still locked up in Arkham. Somehow, Dick isn't surprised by this at all. He's not sure why, but he's not. However, neither is he very happy about it.

His jaw tightens, shoulders tense. None of the Rogues are a patch on the fucking clown, but just talking had been what started Harley on her own downward spiral, hadn't it? Trying to understand, trying to help. It's a slippery slope, though at least Tim doesn't have any of them actively trying to drag him down with them. Theoretically, at any rate.

Bruce probably would have lost his mind over this, Dick knows. Would have immediately demanded Tim stop, barred him from Arkham entirely, done something stupid and probably largely ineffectual, and Dick would absolutely be lying if he said some of those things don't immediately occur to him, too. Those people are dangerous, and they're in Arkham for more reasons than just being Bruce's living trophy collection.

But reacting in anger isn't going to help anything here. Tim's trusted him enough to actually come clean; the least he can do is respect that trust. Closing his eyes for a moment Dick takes a deep breath before leaning back in his chair and speaking one quiet word.

"…Why?"

#arobinwithoutbatman #dick ic #dick verse: knightwing