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thef1diary · 3 months

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Little Big Fan | Four

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After getting over the initial shock of seeing him, you greeted him. "I thought you were room service, I ordered some food."

He smiled but then he asked the question he's been meaning to ask since he couldn't find you after the celebrations, "why did you leave so fast?"

"Isabella watched you hold the trophy then she fell asleep. I didn't want the noise to disturb her," you explained, and he nodded in understanding. "Is that why we're still standing here, because she's sleeping inside?"

You shook your head, "as long as you keep it down." You moved out of the way to let him inside and he saw your favourite show queued up on the tv.

"Looks like you already have plans for the night," Max commented and you chuckled, "This is how my nights are usually spent."

"Well then I probably shouldn't ask if you want to come celebrate with us." Both of you sat on the couch, facing each other. "That would mean going to a club, which I can't do but you should go celebrate your win."

Based on the celebrations you saw on the podium, you knew the afterparty would be even better. A little part of you wished that you could go, but you were content with how you've been spending your nights lately.

"Congratulations by the way," you added. "Do you want me to leave?" Max asked bluntly which made you frown. "No, but if you have plans—"

"My plans are here, with you," he interrupted you, making you shut your mouth with his response. A smile threatened to grow on your face but you managed to compose it. "Plus I can celebrate next weekend at the next race," Max added, a smug smile on his face and you couldn't hold back yours any longer.

"That confident in your winning capabilities?" You asked with a teasing tone behind your words. He shrugged, "if I don't think I am the best, then I won't be the best."

There was another knock at your door, and this time you were certain it was room service. Fortunately, you ordered enough food so you could share with Max.

Watching your show was at the bottom of the priority list, replaced by wanting to keep the conversation going with Max.

"Don't tell Brad about this," Max spoke, pointing to the meal that surely wasn't part of his diet. "Oh no, the champion is a rule breaker," you teased him, earning a smile from him in return.

Max looked at the closed bedroom door, "did she have fun today?"

"So much fun! I think she would start asking me when we're going to another race," you told him, the excitement on Isabella's face is something you wouldn't forget anytime soon.

"All you have to do is ask, I can get you the passes for the next race." Based on his tone, he wasn't joking and you quickly shook your head.

"No, you've already done so much for us; the hotel, flight tickets, caps and whatnot," you explained, but he was quick to retort. "I don't want to sound like a stuck up asshole, but the cost doesn't matter as much as the experience."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "maybe another time, Isabella is starting school soon too."

"First grade?" He asked, and you nodded, "yeah, she's growing up so fast."

"And what about you, did you enjoy this weekend?" He looked at you in anticipation, hoping you enjoyed his company as much as he enjoyed yours.

"Maybe not as much as Isabella, but it was a very nice experience and I still can't believe you do this for a living." He chuckled at your response, but then you added, "and what about you?"

"What about me?" He asked, and you clarified, "did you enjoy this weekend, home race and all?"

He seemed taken aback by the question but he answered nonetheless. "A lot better than it usually is," the meaning behind his words was clear to you, especially with the way he looked at you.

"If you told me earlier, I would've worn orange for the race." Max shook his head, "Then people would've thought that you were supporting McLaren."

An idea popped in your mind and you slapped your hand on his thigh while exclaiming, "I should've taken the cape from Daniel!"

Your hand remained on his thigh but you didn't seem to realize, and he didn't move it away either. "I'll get you one next year," Max suggested.

Your focus shifted away from Max as soon as you heard footsteps in the room Isabella was sleeping in. "Hold on," you stood up and went to check on her.

As soon as you opened the door, Isabella paused in her step, looking at you with a sheepish smile on her face.

"Angel, are you hungry?" You asked, knowing that there were a bit of leftovers. She shook her head, then pointed at the suitcase or rather the teddy bear sitting on the suitcase.

You passed it to her and she climbed back in bed. "Are you sure you're not hungry?"

"No, mama, I'm tired." On cue, she yawned as you walked closer to her. Tucking her in properly, you placed a kiss on her forehead and sat by her side, brushing your fingers through her hair until she was sound asleep. Which again, didn't take long.

You noticed the glittery clips still in her hair from earlier in the day. You carefully began taking them out one by one while trying not to wake her up. Then, after placing another kiss on her forehead, you left the room.

"Everything okay?" Max asked as soon as you sat down on the couch. You nodded, "yeah, she went back to sleep."

"The race really tired her out today," he smiled because of his next thought, "seems like she's the one who raced instead of me."

You chuckled, "looks like it." Then you added, "I know you're a professional and all but it was just as much fun as it was scary watching you drive so fast."

"So you're not a big fan of fast cars?" He didn't comment on the fact that you only mentioned him while there were nineteen other drivers on the grid.

"That depends, will your follow up question be if I would trust you to drive me around?" You responded with a question and he had a sheepish smile on his face, "maybe."

"I guess I'll have to get in a car with you one day to know the answer to both questions."

Your conversation was interrupted by a call on Max's phone. He muttered a curse before declining it. "Why don't we watch your show?" Max suggested, leaning back on the couch comfortably.

You didn't ask him about his other plans, as he had already assured you earlier that the only plan he has for tonight are with you.

It was possible that he wanted to spend more time with you before you leave tomorrow evening, and you couldn't help but smile at the thought.

The thought of leaving didn't sit with you, but you pushed it to the back of your mind and focused on the present, with him.

You grabbed the remote and pressed play, shuffling a tad bit closer to Max.

Somewhere along the way, a few episodes later, Max's arm rested on the back of the couch. His fingers lightly grazed your shoulder every time either of you moved.

Max's phone rang two more times. The second time he picked up and quickly muttered, "I'm busy." Then he turned it off, and apologized to you.

"It's okay, you're the most popular man of the night, people want to see you," you shrugged casually.

"Yeah well, I don't want to see them." You chuckled, liking his bluntness.

It was pretty late when he decided to leave, both of you were so tired but neither wanted the night the end. You opened the door for him, but as he stepped out, he turned to look at you.

"I'll drop you two at the airport tomorrow, just let me know when you're leaving." Once again he said it so casually that you had to remind yourself that he only knew you for a few days. Although it didn't feel like it.

"You don't have to," you reminded him that he was under no obligation to send you off. He shook his head, "I want to, if you let me."

You couldn't say no to him, and perhaps it was a little selfish because you wanted to spend all the time there was with him. You haven't been selfish in a while and it is about time to change that.

"I'll text you tomorrow then. Isabella is going to be very happy knowing she'll see you tomorrow as well." You stated, not mentioning that you would be happy to see him too, using your daughter as an excuse. But then, you didn’t lie either because Isabella would be overjoyed as well.

"Trust me, I'll be very happy too," he added with a smile, preferring not to tell you how delighted he would be to see you as much as he was to see Isabella. That information was best kept to himself.

Then he left. While Max hadn't properly celebrated a race win tonight like he usually did, this sort of celebration felt better than any others.

He walked away with a smile on his face that wasn't related to his victory at all. He was just looking forward to seeing you and Isabella again.

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libraryofgage · 5 months

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Addams Family B-Side (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two (you're here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One 10th Doctor and Rose (on the way! might take a little, I have plans for this one)

Hello, and welcome back to Addams Family B-Side, where I take my Addams Family Steddie idea and flip the cassette tape

This is part of a larger series in which I give Steve Harrington good parents from different shows/movies/etc. If there are any other people you think would make good parents for Steve, let me know! I'll take them into consideration and see if inspiration sparks :D

Also, there's a meme at the end, so enjoy that hfjks

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Just because Steve finds Eddie Munson fascinating, that doesn't mean he's going to immediately move to wooing the guy. Well. He would, but his mother has some reasonable yet strict rules about these things, the first of all being that Steve can't like someone just for a pretty face. Or sizable personal wealth. He's got to talk to the person to figure out if they can stand each other before commencing the romancing.

Steve doesn't see himself getting a chance to talk to Eddie anytime soon, so he morosely (and it's not even fun this time) puts his fascination on the back burner for the rest of the day.

Then school ends, and Pubert has some after-school commitment, so Steve waits for him in the grossest bathroom he can find on campus. It's near the fine arts hall, has a flickering light above the mirror, and sports mold in one corner that Steve is tempted to harvest for Grandmama. He bets it'd make a great ingredient for something.

He's just about to scrape some of the mold away when the door slams open. Steve looks up in time to see Eddie (his eyes wide and somewhat terrified, and Steve is briefly angry and consumed by the thought that he's the only one who should be making Eddie scared like that) slip across the tile and crash into the wall on the far side of the bathroom.

Steve is momentarily stunned by Eddie's appearance, his heart lurching in his chest and the sudden urge to hide behind something rearing its head. In the back of his mind, he remembers his father describing the first time he saw Debbie; how he clammed up and was so in awe of her that he couldn't say a thing. Steve finally gets it. If he tried to speak right now, he'd probably only mumble or mutter something unintelligible.

Steve is about to try anyway when the door slams open again and three other boys walk in. They're wearing letterman jackets, and Steve recognizes one of them from lunch. He wasn't the boy who called Eddie a prick, but he was sitting at that table and looking particularly annoyed. Now, he just looks taken aback by Steve's presence, and the feeling is mutual.

"You're that new kid, right?" he asks, his lips pulled back in a sneer as he looks Steve up and down. "Get out."

"I was here first," Steve says, frowning slightly as he glances from the boys to Eddie. "What are you doing?"

"We're teaching this dipshit a lesson for disrespecting us," the guy says, cracking his knuckles and narrowing his eyes at Steve. "So, unless you want your ass kicked, too, get out."

Oh. This is bullying. Steve blinks, a sudden glee building in his chest. He glances at Eddie. "Were you planning to fight back?" he asks, figuring he won't take that fun away.

Eddie stares at him like he's clinically insane, and Steve is a little flattered. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie asks, throwing a hand out and gesturing at the guys. "They're brick shithouses."

Steve hums softly and nods, swinging his backpack off his shoulders and opening the main pocket. As he's rummaging around, he hears the ringleader of the jocks (that's what they'd be called in a movie, he thinks) scoff at him. "Are you fucking dumb? Or are you that eager for a ride in an ambulance?" he asks.

Finally, Steve finds what he's looking for and smiles. "Oh. No. I just had to get a weapon," he says, pulling his travel mace out of his bag. He presses a button and spikes release from the ball on the end. Steve looks up at the jocks with an eager smile. "Who first?"

"What the fuck is that?!"

Steve blinks, a little worried about the public education system. "It's a weapon. A mace, to be exact. There's three of you. This evens the odds," he explains.

The three take a step back, looking at Steve like he's clinically insane, and this time he's disgusted by the gesture. "You're fucking crazy," the first one says before turning heel and leaving the bathroom. The other two follow closely behind, and Steve has to stifle the sheer disappointment.

He sighs and retracts the spikes, placing the mace back into his bag. "Are you disappointed you didn't get to fight?" Eddie asks, pulling Steve's attention back.

Eddie is noticeably more relaxed now, and he's looking at Steve like he's an enigma. That's not quite as good as clinically insane, but it's still flattering nonetheless. Steve swallows down the nerves that suddenly appear again, trying to channel his mother's calm confidence instead. "A little," he admits, zipping up his bag before slinging it back onto his shoulders. "I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington."

"Oh, uh, Eddie Munson."

"I know. I saw you at lunch."

Eddie perks up a little, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah? And what did you think, Harrington?" he asks.

Steve stares at him for a moment before taking a step forward, the faint scent of weed and cheap body spray making its way to him. He makes a quick mental note to look into colognes for one that would fit Eddie best (perhaps something crisp and harsh like a wild blizzard with inescapable winds). "I think," Steve says, holding Eddie's gaze, "that you've got incredible conviction."

"Uh, thanks?"

"You're welcome," Steve says, studying Eddie a moment longer. "Let me know if they bother you again. I can pull out a bomb next time."

Before Eddie can respond, the door swings open for a third time. Steve looks over his shoulder and pulls back when he sees Pubert. "Ready to go?" Pubert asks, glancing between the two. "Or am I interrupting something?"

"Not interrupting. And yeah, ready to go."

"Wait, how do you know Pubert Addams?" Eddie asks, looking between the two with a frown. The emotion in his eyes is recognizable if only because Steve has seen it in his mother's eyes when someone beats her to a sale or happens to be wearing a nicer necklace. Jealousy, plain and simple.

Steve grins at Eddie, ready to soothe his jealousy when Pubert cuts in. "Save it," he says, grabbing Steve's hand, "we're gonna be late." With that, he pulls Steve out of the bathroom and down the hall.

"What was that for?" Steve asks.

"I've got to get my entertainment somehow," Pubert replies, smirking as he drops Steve's hand. "Watching someone be jealous will do for a while."

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When Steve gets home, leaving Pubert on the sidewalk without another glance because he's too excited to get inside and tell his mother about the crush that he's talked to, he finds only his father in the kitchen. Without needing to be asked, Fester says, "Debbie and Morticia went to get their nails done. It was an emergency. Apparently, Debbie couldn't tear open letters as easily anymore."

Steve nods once and drops his bag onto the island. "I'm in love," he announces.

His father freezes, a tray of roasted vegetables in his hands. A few moments pass before Fester fully processes Steve's words, and he asks, "Have you talked to them? You know your mother's rule."

"I have," Steve says, unable to help a grin, "and he's perfect."

Fester drops the tray onto the stovetop, and Steve suddenly finds himself lifted into the air and spun around. "In love! Oh, I hope it's miserable for you," Fester says.

Steve laughs, nearly tripping over his feet when Fester sets him down. "I haven't decided how to approach him yet," he admits, grabbing onto the counter for support.

"Tell me about him," Fester says, grabbing Steve's shoulders and staring intensely at him. It's like he thinks he'll be able to read Steve's mind if he refrains from blinking long enough.

Steve pushes his father into one of the chairs at the kitchen's island. "His name is Eddie Munson. He's got this wild look to him. Like, his hair is all wavy and kinda poofy like he got half-electrocuted. And his eyes are the most beautiful swamp-mud brown I've ever seen. He speaks with conviction and has a shirt with a demon head on it and has all these rings and spikes on his vest. And he looks incredible when he's terrified. I mean, if I hadn't been so angry, I would've proposed right there," Steve gushes, the words falling from him in a breathless rush.

"What made you angry?" Fester asks, quickly latching to the last point.

"These...jocks. That's what they're called. Jocks. They were chasing him for stuff he said at lunch. He made this whole speech at lunch, by the way. It was incredible. Way too short and just barely addressing the actual issues and he'd never win a single political campaign. Anyway, these jocks, they chased him into the bathroom where I was, and they had him outnumbered and were muscular, so he was scared of getting beat up, I think. They threatened to beat me up, too, which I was excited about, but they ran away when I pulled out my travel mace. I mean, how rude is that? It's just bad form to run when someone's pulled out a weapon."

"And he wasn't angry about you taking his chance to fight?" Fester asks.

"Not at all! He seemed relieved. I think he might be better with, you know, poisons or something," Steve explains, shrugging slightly. He knows everyone has their specialties; he's a master of physical brawls and fights, Pubert does best with explosives, his mother just has a way with words and manipulation, and his father can give people the creeps just by looking at them.

Fester nods, an eager grin taking over his face. "You've got to start wooing him!" he says, slapping his hand on the island counter and pushing himself out of his seat. "Start small, something to test the waters."

"Oh! I could get him a rat," Steve says, thinking of the ones that like to burrow around in their yard. They're big and fearless, and Steve used them to practice his prowling and hunting when he was young. He's got many fond memories of crouching and pouncing right before they scattered across the yard.

"Wait," Fester says, holding up a hand and thinking for a moment, "we should think like your mother. She's the most romantic person we know."

"She blew you up," Steve agrees, nodding seriously. "She'd probably say that I shouldn't give him a live rat. Because he's, uh, not like us?" Steve looks at Fester, waiting for his father to nod once in approval before continuing, "I think Mom talked about stuffed animals once. So, maybe I can get him a stuffed rat, instead."

"Yes! Good! And then you should...learn about his interests! What does he like?" Fester asks.

"I'll have to watch him to find out. I can probably make him something once I know. I mean, he's probably got normal interests, like bugs and poisons and torture practices, right? That's what most people like."

"Don't forget dancing or music."

"Right," Steve says, "dancing or music. But he'll probably have special interests, too. Like Satanism. I should watch for those."

With something akin to a plan in place, Steve leaves Fester to sneakily poison the roasted vegetables while he plans the first step of wooing Eddie.

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Ever since meeting Steve Harrington in the bathroom, Eddie has been feeling eyes on him. Not even the normal kind that are annoyed or just curious about the school's resident freak. No, these eyes are...intense. They're laser-focused on his every move and clearly filled with some kind of intentions that he can't discern.

He just doesn't know where they're coming from. When he looks around to see who's staring, he can't find anyone. It's been driving him crazy for almost a week now, and Eddie is just about ready to scream when he opens his locker and...

And finds a rat.

Like, a real rat.

Well, it's dead, but it was alive once. Eddie blinks, staring at the taxidermied rat innocently sitting on top of the pile of books and papers and folders stacked in his locker. It's big and has a surprisingly shiny brown coat, kind of like someone had given the thing a thorough wash with extra shampoo and conditioner. There's a blood-red ribbon wrapped around the rat's neck, a perfect bow tied behind its head, with a tag hanging from it. When Eddie hesitantly turns the tag over, he finds "Name: Kas" at the top and "Hope you like him" written on the bottom in careful, meticulous handwriting.

It should be creepy. It should be disturbing. Eddie should be paranoid beyond reason because how did the mystery gifter even know his locker combination? Did they stuff this rat themselves? Did they kill the rat themselves? Why the fuck would they give him a rat?

But...it's oddly...sweet? Somehow, Eddie can feel that it's not, like, a malicious gift. And he likes the rat. Kas. He likes Kas. Its fur is surprisingly soft when he picks it up, and Eddie spends a good minute just rubbing his thumb over its back.

Then he feels those eyes on him again. They're even more intense this time, like they're watching him closely to see his reaction and...oh. Is this...a weird secret admirer? Does Eddie "The Freak" Munson have a secret admirer? A weird one, sure, because who the fuck gifts taxidermied rats, but still.

He looks around, taking in the other students in the semi-crowded hallway, trying to find those eyes. He doesn't find anyone staring at him, but he does end up staring himself at Steve Harrington. The guy is leaning on a locker across the hall, inexplicably fiddling with a lightbulb as he talks to Pubert Addams, who's digging around in his own locker. If Eddie squints, he could almost convince himself that Steve's cheeks are a little pinker than normal.

After a few seconds, Steve glances up and meets his gaze. They stare at each other for a few tense moments, something building in Eddie's chest as the weight of Steve's eyes surrounds him. It doesn't feel bad, but he's not used to being the center of someone's attention like this. Normally, people are frowning when they pay attention to him. Or, if they're his friends, goading him on and joining in the joke. But this is different, like Steve finds him fascinating.

And then Pubert Addams slams his locker door shut and looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowing when he sees Eddie staring at Steve. He frowns, throws an arm over Steve's shoulders, and pulls him away. Pubert's shoulders are a little tense, his expression sour as he says something to Steve that results in one last, furtive glance at Eddie before he's out of sight.

Suddenly, nothing is more important to Eddie than figuring out what the fuck is going on between Steve Harrington and Pubert Addams.

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impactedfates · 5 months

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are we gonna get argenti hcs anytime soon 😍😍 lmk lil bro

★ A/N: Argenti, my bby, my everything. My husband <33 I have a good few HCs of him so here's a list :>

☆ Genre/Trope: Fluff

★ Format: HeadCannons

☆ Warnings: Slight spoilers for Argentis companion quest

★ Extra: Most are romantic HCs // I love this man smsm // Mainly romantic HCs

Definitely compliments you a ton, like he knows exactly what to say to make you feel good about yourself and how to make you feel loved. However if you do the same back, although he thanks you. Deep down he's a flustered mess.

He's so devoted to Idrila that I feel he's not one to easily be swayed to fall for someone, so when he DOES. You know damn well he's deep in love.

He'll do the classical gentlemanly things like hold open the door for you, pull out a chair for you, kiss your hand. And if you want to be held? He'll do it.

Writes you poetry, and it's the most sickly sweet thing ever, you'd almost want to cringe in embarrassment but at the same time the words written on the page are so cute you likely can't help but find it endearing.

If perhaps you stay on the one planet, and not adventure with him on the 'One and Only' expect at least weekly visits and letters sent to you written in gold ink <33 He wants to show you he's okay and well and wants to check on you as well.

If you do go with him however, then he'll be extremely happy to have the love of his life join him on his search for Idrila - he'll be the one steering the ship, however he is more then happy to have you in the same room as he drives.

We know he's not selfish, how he's willing to risk his life to save just about anyone no matter what, no matter how long he's known them. And every time he comes out safe, he seeks you out to ensure he's safe and sound. (He will NOT allow you to join him in these situations - He's okay with himself getting hurt but will NEVER let you get hurt, aeons forbid)

So gentle and so delicate. Even in arguments which you'll inevitably have. No matter what it is, even if it's about his devotion to Idrila and how he still searches. He'll be so gentle and soft spoken, will never raise his voice at you. He'll always listen to your side and calmly explain his and in the end, the arguments always end on good terms <33

Love languages are so many. Like, I think he shows love in all the 5. As said, he's good at complimenting you and reassuring you (Words of Affirmation)

He's a knight so ofc he'll do things for you, like get you a blanket if you perhaps fell asleep at a desk or make you tea (Acts of Service)

He loves spending time with you, I mean, he holds you to the same regard as he does Idrila - he wants to be with you as much as he can (Quality Time)

Anytime he leaves to do something on a planet, even if you come with. You bet you're gonna have something you eyed with admiration even once in your hands or that you mentioned liking to have (Gift Giving)

He would absolutely love cuddling and holding you. And he's more then happy to kiss you anywhere you want, just say the word. (Physical Touch)

In the end, whichever you enjoy the most/love receiving the most will be the one he does more often if he knows - talking about love languages, I think he enjoys receiving Quality Time and Acts of Service

VERY supportive of your talents, if you like drawing? He's hanging each one on a wall. You like writing? Great! He could use a bed time story, singing? He'll listen to you for as long as he can.

He'll let you style his hair or just run your fingers through it if it calms you down, just try not to tug it if he's steering the ship. He needs to concentrate properly!

You wanna cuddle? You got it! His body is like a human radiator. Is it a hot day? Boom, he's like your own large freezer that you can cuddle. It's a cold day? Human heater, and he's more then happy to help you cool down or heat up.

Sometimes, if he's feeling tired or anything and is just sitting down to rest. He likes staring at you, lovingly and if you catch his eye and smile at him? A e o n s it's like he fell in love all over again. You're able to make his tiredness seemingly go away.

Marriage isn't a thought that comes to him, it's not that he doesn't want to but he wishes to find Idrila first before that. It's a big step in your relationship after all - however if years go on and you two are still happily dating but he still hasn't found the goddess? He might consider marrying you if you wish.

I feel like he paints, is he good? Maybe not, but you'll find a collection of paintings that's just you or you and him that he keeps safe. He will not loose those.

Very happy he came home. I also have his lightcone!! He did nearly 3 million ult rjpgdnwrb (w/o LC. I didn't have it at the time of that dmg)

He is my everything, my bby, I'd do anything for him <;33

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latherinhoney · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 day 4 - right here

(heeseung - enhypen)

genre: (non - idol au)

warnings: (18+), (hard smut), (public sex), (y'all fuck in a dressing room), (blowjob), (vaginal penetration), (cum - eating are we surprised?) (slight pervert hee)

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a/n: day 4 of kinktober! sorry for the delay but it's finally here. I definitely wrote more then I intended for this one, got a little too into it lmao but as always i hope you guys enjoy and feel free to send requests!

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Heeseung never minded going out shopping with you, and enjoyed spending time out with you no matter the activity. He found it cute the way you lit up talking about your favorite clothing stores and how they always had the cutest items.

The way you had a smile painted on your face anytime you'd walk into a store and show him items you'd pick up and ask him if he found them cute.

"Hee? Do you find these cute?"

Though one of his favorite stores to go with you was when you went shopping for lingerie. Although it felt awkward walking around the store with you considering he was the only guy in a girl's underwear store he made sure to only keep his focus on you. He could feel some stares on his back and some girls doing a double take but he tried his best to not give off "creep" vibes.

"Hee? Do you think might be too cheeky?" You ask as you hold up with underwear in the air inspecting the material.

"Hmmm no? Matter a fact I think they'd look great on you"

"You think so? I think I'll try them on then" you said throwing them into the basket and continuing to look through the rest.

Heeseung continued watching you pick and choose through the clothing items, occasionally giving his opinion when you would ask for it. Though he loved this part because it meant he got to help you choose which bottoms you'd buy and knowing he'd be able to see them on your body later.

The thought of how'd you look in the underwear, with how little fabric it'd be covering was enough to turn him on. He wouldn't hesitate to pull them off of you and keep them as a souvenir for later.

"Hee?" You call to him "Heeseung?"

He snaps out of his trance and looks over at you, his face slightly flushed. You thought it was a little weird but just dismissed it.

"I'ma go try these on, okay baby?" Pulling up the basket to your face to show him the amount of clothes you had picked out.

"Oh yeah" he clears his throat a bit "for sure lemme go with you I'll stand outside the fitting room" He says as he follows you to the dressing rooms.

There he watches you go knock on a couple doors before finding an empty dressing room.

"I'll be done soon!" You smile over at him before shutting the door. As you lock the door you remember finding it a bit strange that Heeseung had a flushed look on his face when you were trying to catch his attention. You shrugged it off and then started undressing to try on the clothes.

Heeseung sat outside on the bench facing the fitting rooms waiting for you to be done. "Fuck, she got me" he whines to himself as he remembers the look you gave him when you tried catching his attention. He groans and adjusts himself on the seat waiting for you to be done.

But he can't help as the thoughts start slipping into his mind again. You in those underwear that didn't leave much up to the mind for interpretation, he could feel himself start to get hard. His cock making a slight tent in his pants.

He's getting horny at the thought of you in the dressing room and needs to fuck into you so badly. He positions himself up and looks around, checking if anyone is nearby and so far he doesn't see anyone. It's now or never so he gets up and knocks on your dressing room door.

Confused, you wonder why there's someone knocking at your dressing room door.

"Hee?" You call out "is that you?"

"Yes baby" he whispers "let me in I need to tell you something"

Still confused you unlock the door and as soon as you unlock it, he pushes into the room immediately shutting the door behind him and locking it.

"HEESEUNG" you whisper shout "what are you doing?? Are you crazy"

"Sorry baby I couldn't take it anymore" he looks at you as you glance him palming his hard cock

"Oh"

He immediately leans into you kissing you hard, his kisses are breathy and filled with lust. You lean into him to further deepen the kiss, sucking on his bottom lip. You both pull away his eyes blown out with lust and hunger.

"Fuck baby" he grunts out continuing to kiss you. "I couldn't stop thinking about how you'd look in these" he says pulling at the underwear. "I need you, now"

He throws clothes from the bench onto the floor and spreads his lap open, motioning for you to come forward. He undos the button on his pants and slides them down. His cock pressing hard against his boxers with a slight wet spot on them already.

You go towards him and drop down onto your knees. Pulling his boxers down his cock springs out, stiff and leaking precum. He pulls your hair to the side and lets you position your mouth.

You lick the tip, cleaning up the precum and he hisses at the feeling.

"Stop teasing baby"

You open your mouth and enter his length in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock and then lick alongside his length. He groans at the feeling, whispering curses under his breath. You hollow out your mouth avoiding using teeth and bob up and down his cock making sure to hit the bottom of his length.

"Fuckfuckfuck baby" he groans

" I don't think I'ma last much longer" he whimpers out bucking his hips into your mouth.

You gag at the feeling of him repeatedly hitting the back of your throat but you let him. You come up for a breather and open your mouth letting a glob of spit fall onto the tip and continue sucking his cock. He's a moaning mess above you and keeps cursing under his breath. He keeps fucking into your mouth at a ruthless pace, you can feel your throat tighten around him trying not to gag again but the vibrations of your throat sends him to his peak.

"fuck hhmhm coming baby" he grunts as he shoots his thick load into your mouth.

He continues fucking himself into your mouth as he comes down from his high. You pull off from him swallowing his load and coming up to give him a kiss. He deepens the kiss, tasting himself on your lips.

"Fuck baby that was good, now come here and sit on my cock" he says repositioning himself on the seat.

Once he repositions himself, he manspreads making room for you to sit. You feel a bit nervous, worried that someone is going to overhear you guys in the dressing room. Heeseung can see the worry on your face

"Don't worry to baby" he whispers "we'll make this quick I promise" reassuring you

You take a deep breath in and feel a little bit better. You'd never done anything like this before and was worried you guys would get caught but you couldn't lie and say it didn't turn you on a little bit.

You shuffle over to Heeseung kicking the clothes that he threw onto the floor to the side. Then position yourself ontop of Heeseung's lap, clothed pussy right on top of his hard cock.

"Mhhh I've been waiting to take these off" he mumbles as he slowly slides the underwear off of you, your breath hitching as you feel the cool air on your cunt.

"Fuckkk" he moans out seeing your naked bottom half on top of him.

He can feel you getting wetter as you rub your pussy on top of his cock. He stops you as he lifts you up a bit so he can reposition his cock and as soon as he repositions it, you sink down on his cock. Both of you gasping at the feeling and enjoying the sudden fullness in your stomach.

"Fuck hee" you moan as you start bouncing up and down his cock "you feel so fucking good, I'm gonna go insane" as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

He bottoms out into you and you can feel yourself gripping onto his arms.

"Oh my god" you whimper as he starts hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

Heeseung's mind was going a hundred, with the way your walls felt when you first sunk down onto his cock and how your walls now were tightly gripping him. With the way he was feeling he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

Heeseung kept fucking into you aggressively, loving the way your face looked in it's fucked out state. He grabbed your ass and slightly repositioned himself so you could take him even deeper.

The new position had you throwing your head back tightly gripping onto his chest.

"Mmmh fuck Hee that feels so good don't stop please" you say panting out.

You knew you weren't going to last much longer the way you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. It felt almost too good, the way his cock slid in and out of you. Heeseung could feel his peak approaching especially with the way you were clamping down on him. It was approaching fast and he was desperate for release

"Fuck baby, i'm gonna cum" Heeseung whimpers

"Me too, fuck" You groan out to him

"Fuckfuckfuck i-im coming baby"

He moans out as he bucks his hips into you, riding out his high

"Fuck that's it baby, take my cum let me stuff you full with it" he grunts as finishes riding out his high.

"Fuck Heeseung mhm coming" you whimper out coming onto his cock.

He continues fucking into as you ride out your high. His cock is sensitive and overstimulated but he doesn't care as long as you can finish riding out your high.

"Mmmh hee stop please" you say as come down from your peak feeling overstimulated from him still fucking into you.

He stops and you both lean in to kiss each other, hungry for one another.

"Fuck" he pants out smiling, "that was so good, I wanna go another round" he pouts

"You're crazy" you laugh "get out of the dressing room so we can leave already" you lightly smack him

He laughs pulling you off from his lap, groaning from the loss of you on top of him. As he pulls you off his lap, cum starts leaking down your leg and quickly grabs your underwear and slides them back. You can feel his cum drench your underwear enjoying the feeling of having it still inside of you.

"Alright I'm getting out, get dressed quickly" Heeseung blurts out "So we can go for round two at home" he smirks opening the door "oh and I'm keeping these" he says holding up the pair of underwear you had first tried on now ruined

"Get out" you laugh and he quickly leaves. You quickly slip your clothes back on and grab your stuff and leave the dressing room, praying no one heard you guys.

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Ok hear me out. Readers x satosugu but reader and gojo or geto giving gojo or geto head together 😫😮‍💨

Audience of One pt.4

Satoru x fem!reader x Suguru

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Word count: 6.8k

Series Summary: When Suguru first walked in on you and Satoru having sex, it was an accident. But he couldn't say the same about every time after that. He's under the impression that this habit of his is a secret. But you and Satoru have known this whole time and didn't plan on letting Suguru know anytime soon.

pt.4 info: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, threesome/throuple, cuck Gojo, hair pulling, wrist restraints (on reader) w use of safe word, praise/degradation kink, begging, pet names (princess, baby, angel, etc), porn w plot, Gojo x reader giving Geto head

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

˚₊ · »-♡→ Shoutout to Anon for this ask (I hope it tickles your pickle ;) + @geoisoffline for requesting more fluff. I didn't realize how much I was craving fluff with this trio until I began writing this part out

Also if you’re a slut for Nanami you should check out my other series (Un)Welcome Problem

"Hey, Suguuu," Gojo sang out, leaning back in his chair, his legs propped up on the table.

"What?" Geto answered, not looking up from his book.

"You wanna see something funny?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

"No," Geto replied, not looking up from his book.

Gojo ignored his answer and skipped over to him. He pulled out his phone, holding it out to obscure his view of the book. He was scrolling through his camera roll, which had dozens of photos of you and Geto asleep from this morning. Most of them unflattering.

"Look at these!" Gojo laughed, shoving his phone in front of Geto.

Geto sighed and took the phone from him, his eyes widening when he saw the photo. "Satoru, why would you take a picture of me drooling in my sleep?!" He scolded, turning to his friend.

Gojo couldn't help but laugh, "Because it's hilarious!"

You walked in from the kitchen, coffee cup in hand and eyebrows raised from the commotion. It had been three weeks since that first night, and things were going surprisingly smooth. "What are you two doing?" You asked, sipping your drink.

"I'm showing Suguru pictures of him drooling," Gojo snickered, "he's very upset."

Geto scowled, pulling the back of Gojo's blindfold and releasing it to smack back on his head like a rubber band. The sight of Gojo's dramatic reaction made both of you laugh.

"Hey!" Gojo exclaimed, "That was rude! It's not my fault you're drooling like a dog."

"I'm not a dog, idiot," Geto said, turning back to his book, "and even if I was, I'd still have better manners than you."

Walking over, you shook your head and giggled at their antics. "Scooch over, I want to see them, too,"

Gojo immediately pulled his legs off the coffee table and opened his arms, inviting you into his lap. "Come here, beautiful," he smirked.

You smiled and climbed into his lap, snuggling up close. Though, your smile was short lived, it faded as Gojo swiped though the pictures he took this morning. Is that one of just your nostrils?- What the fuck. "Oh, ew," you cringed, "why do you have so many pictures of me drooling, and sleeping!" complaining, you pushed his phone away.

"Hey, what's wrong with it?" Gojo asked, pouting, "I like looking at them, they're cute. Like this one- look how pretty you are, even in your sleep."

"Baby- I look like I'm dead in that one, you can't be serious." You groaned, hiding your face in his neck.

Gojo chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, "More like drop dead gorgeous," he smiled brightly.

"You're the worst," you mumbled, leaning into him, "at least delete some of them."

He shook his head, ignoring your request, and turned his phone to Geto, who was sitting across from you two. "See? Isn't she cute?"

Geto laughed, his eyes crinkling as a smile formed on his face. “Yeah I like that one much better than the one of me,” You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on Gojo's chest, sighing as you relaxed. "Are you still tired?" Geto asked, closing his book and turning to you, his hand finding its way onto your thigh.

"Yeah," you yawned, "but I can't go back to sleep, it’s already too late in the day.” The sun was bright out and it was nearing lunchtime, you'd slept in later than usual.

"Well, then we'll have to make sure you stay awake," Gojo teased, his hand slowly trailing up your waist. You were wearing one of his shirts, a baggy crewneck that hung loosely over you along with a pair of his boxers as shorts. Geto smirked and leaned forward, close enough for him to caress your thigh, rubbing circles into your skin, "any ideas, Sugu?" Gojo asked, looking at Geto.

"Hmm," he hummed, his hand moving higher, "a few." You could feel your face heat up, and a small shiver ran down your spine.

"Oh?" Gojo questioned, raising an eyebrow, "Like what?"

Geto leaned forward, his hand traveling up your thigh and stopping on your hip, his fingers dipping just underneath the waistband of your shorts. "I was thinking," he began, his voice low, "that maybe," he cut himself off when your lips met in a heated kiss.

Gojo smiled and watched as your lips moved in sync. You sighed, your body relaxing into Gojo's touch as he held you close, Geto's hand was now on the inside of your thigh, just grazing against the sensitive skin.

Geto pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "Maybe what?" Gojo pressed, wanting Geto to finish his thought.

"Maybe we could..." Geto trailed off, his lips ghosting against yours, until he pulled away and sat in his previous spot against the armrest of the couch with his arms crossed and a smug smirk, "go into the city today? I’m almost done with my book and wanna pick up a new one.”

Gojo's jaw dropped and your face heated with wide eyes. "Really, Suguru?!" Gojo exclaimed, speaking for the both of you as you were left speechless, "That's what you're going to say? Are you kidding me?"

Geto laughed and shrugged, "What?" he asked, feigning innocence, "I thought it was a good idea. It's rare we go into the city just to go and not to deal with any curses."

Gojo groaned, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, "You're unbelievable,"

"Well, it's settled then," Geto said, standing up and walking towards the hallway, "we'll go into the city! We can even go to that cute bookstore that you like- the one that has free tea,"

Gojo rolled his eyes as a smile crept up, he couldn't argue with free tea, "Okay, fine," he sighed, "let's get ready."

You stood up and walked over to Geto, giving him a playful glare, "Don't think taking me to that bookstore is going to make me forget about your shenanigans," you poked him in the side, earning a laugh from him.

"I'll make it up to you tonight," Geto promised, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss on your temple.

"Good," you replied, smiling and leaning into his embrace, "come on, let's leave in like 30 minutes?"

Gojo nodded and the three of you split up, going to get ready for your outing.

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Gojo's driver dropped you three off downtown. The streets were busy and bustling with people and cars, a stark contrast from your normal quiet and secluded life at the school. Geto linked his arm with yours and Gojo followed close behind, looking at all the shops and restaurants.

You walked down a few blocks and finally made it to the bookstore you three had went there for. The small shop was dimly lit and had floor to ceiling shelves full of books. After you were greeted by the cashier, the three of you separated into your desired sections.

You were on a mission, worked your way through the shelves, hoping to pick up the next issue in your favorite series. After a few minutes of skimming through the aisles, you stumbled upon Geto. He smiled, putting down the books he was examining. "Hi, stranger," he greeted, leaning down to peck a kiss on your cheek.

You closed your eyes as his lips met your skin. He placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer. "Hi," you replied with a wide smile, the spot he had kissed tingling.

His head tilted slightly as he looked down at you with a fond smile, a strand of his black hair falling from its place, "Found what you were looking for?" He asked, leaning back on the bookcase.

"Almost, I can't seem to find the last book in that series I'm reading," you said, letting out a frustrated sigh.

He laughed and reached above your head, taking down the novel that you were searching for. "You mean this one?" He asked, placing the book in your hand. You had talked his ear off about the previous books, so it was no surprise that he recognized the book you were searching for.

"Oh my god," you laughed, shaking your head, "thank you!" Geto smiled and watched as you excitedly flipped through the pages

"You're welcome, sweet girl," he hummed, ruffling your hair. He picked up his own stack of books and turned back to you. "Wanna go look for Toru?"

"Yeah," you nodded, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together, "Let's find him and make sure he hasn’t gotten himself into too much trouble."

You wandered through the store, looking for Gojo. Geto was telling you about the books he'd picked out and was explaining how the plot was progressing, and how he was excited to see the direction the author would take the storyline. God, you could listen to him talk all day.

As you looked, though, you had trouble finding Gojo. He was nowhere to be found. “We’ve checked through all the aisles, where is he?” Geto asked, obviously annoyed with the searching. You opened your mouth and were about to answer, but a familiar groan sounded out throughout the store.

Turning around, you two knew that it came from the lounge area in the corner of the store. The cushioned benches were filled with a mismatch of people reading or chatting quietly. You and Geto walked over, scanning the seating for your missing boyfriend.

And there he was.

In deep focus, Gojo sat, playing a game of chess with a child who was no older than 12. A cheeky smile spread across your lips, and Geto let out a sigh and shook his head. The two of you moved next to Gojo, who was scowling down at the kid through his sunglasses.

"Toru, what are you doing?" You laughed, sitting beside him on the bench.

"Shh shh shh- I need to focus," Gojo grumbled, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“You’re losing,” Geto said after looking at the pieces, sitting beside you on a sofa that gave you two a good view of the game.

"You think I don't know that?" He snapped, waving his hand. You and Geto exchanged a glance, "Rude," You snorted.

"How did you even get caught up in this?" Geto asked, chuckling.

"I came over here to pour myself some tea, and this little gremlin challenged me to a game of chess," Gojo explained, moving his knight forward, “Didn’t think I’d be up against a child prodigy or something,” he grumbled under his breath. You and Geto just laughed, finding his frustration entertaining.

A short while later, the game was finished, and Gojo lost spectacularly. "Ha! Check mate!" The kid exclaimed, throwing his arms up in celebration as Gojo stared at the board with his jaw dropped.

"What- How?" Gojo grumbled, tilting his head as he inspected the pieces.

You and Geto were laughing, enjoying the show. "Aww are you okay, baby?" You teased, placing a hand on his shoulder

He shot you a glare. "No, shut up," he grumbled.

"Aww, it's okay, Toru," Geto said, smirking. "You can't win them all, you know?"

Gojo sat up from the chair and rolled his eyes, “I let him win,” he mumbled, waving the child off. You and Geto chuckled, standing up as well. "Suuuure," Geto chuckled.

You took Gojo's hand and gave it a small squeeze as the three of you walked to pay for the books. "Whatever," he sighed, looking over his shoulder for one last glance at the board.

After checking out, you stopped to get lunch before going back home. You three chose a restaurant that had patio seating so you could enjoy the nice weather. You sat between Gojo and Geto, smiling brightly as you chatted and ate. "This is so nice," you sighed, leaning back in your seat, "thank you for taking me out,"

"Of course," Geto said, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair.

"Anytime, baby," Gojo added, leaning over and pecking a kiss on your cheek.

You three talked for a while longer and enjoyed the nice weather. The breeze was cool and the sun was shining brightly. After your delicious meal, Gojo paid the bill and you three decided to walk around the city for a little while longer.

"Where are we headed to next?" Geto asked, holding your hand and swinging it playfully as you walked. "Hmm," you hummed, thinking for a moment, "what about we find something sweet?" you asked looking up at him with a coy smile.

Gojo's ears perked up, "Like candy?" He asked, walking over to your side, "or pastries?"

"Ooh yes," you nodded, "either sounds great,"

"Pastries it is!" Gojo exclaimed, taking your other hand and walking ahead, pulling you and Geto behind him.

Geto laughed and shook his head, "Toru, slow down," he called out, "you're going to make us trip."

Gojo slowed down his pace, but still tugged you and Geto along behind him. After a short walk, Gojo found the bakery that he had in mind. The sweet aroma of vanilla and sugar hit you three as soon as you opened the door. The three of you ordered a variety of goodies and decided to save them for later.

Gojo took them and placed them in a to-go box, and Geto paid for your order.

"Thank you, Sugu," you smiled, giving Geto a kiss on the cheek.

"Anything for you, sweet girl," he smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, "Alright, let's go home," he added, taking the box from Gojo's hand.

Gojo nodded and you three exited the shop, "I'll call my driver, I'm sure he's nearby," he said, pulling out his phone.

You nodded and the three of you waited for the car to arrive. Gojo's driver arrived shortly, and you three hopped in the backseat. "We're heading home," Gojo informed the driver.

When the three of you made it back home, Geto headed to the kitchen and you and Gojo made your way to the couch. Gojo fell onto the cushions and immediately stretched out, his head landing in your lap.

He hummed, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. You smiled and giggled, running a hand through his hair, "So pretty," You mumbled, scratching his scalp. He groaned and pushed into your touch, like a dog craving affection.

He wanted to say something smart back at you but couldn't find any words as you ran your fingernails through his hair, his mind instantly melting into jelly. Pleased with the reaction, you were more than happy to indulge him.

To both of your pleasant surprise, Geto joined as well, coming behind you to lean over the back of the couch, looping his arms around your shoulders. Leaning into the crook of your neck he whispered against your ear, “I have tea brewing in the kitchen for us, is there anything else you’d want?” His voice is like honey, silky smooth and laced with unspoken intentions.

"Oh?" You gasped, your voice suddenly high pitched and brittle. The simple act of his voice alone put butterflies in your stomach and made your spine tingle, instantly bringing you to a world of desire, "How thoughtful," You added, your cheeks warming.

He laughed and his mouth found its place on the side of your neck, his teeth and tongue grazing your skin, "Mmm, just tell me, princess. Anything you want." He hummed, Gojo's eyes fluttering open, his head still in your lap.

The devotion in his voice and the way his hands moved to squeeze at your sides had your knees weak. Gojo watched from your lap and smirked, "Sugu, stop distracting her, we still need to hear what she wants," he teased, his eyes flicking between you and Geto.

"You're right, my apologies," Geto chuckled, pulling away and kissing your head, "Go ahead, angel. What's on your mind?"

Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you shifted slightly in your seat. “What if you made that pho again for dinner later- the one you made last week. It was really good, right, Toru?” You asked, looking down at Gojo.

Gojo's face lit up and he sat up, nodding, "Yes! Please,"

Geto smiled and pressed a kiss on your cheek, "Done," he said, making his way to the kitchen, a little more enthusiastic about cooking than usual.

"Thank you!" You giggled, "Your food is amazing, Suguru," you called after him, a bright smile on your face.

"You can thank me later, sweet girl," he winked, chuckling.

You grabbed the remote, flipping the television onto a channel, settling on a show you’ve watched countless times. As the episode started, Gojo immediately laid back down, his head once again rested on your lap. He rubbed his cheek on your thighs and his hands splayed across your legs. You ran your nails through his hair, caressing his face with the other hand. He closed his eyes and hummed, taking in all of the attention.

“Hey,” you scrunched Gojo’s hair playfully to get his attention, “I was thinking,” you started, making Gojo raise a questioning eyebrow, You cleared your throat and continued, "So... about thanking Sugu later- I think it would be fun for both of us to show him our appreciation… together?” you traced your fingertips over Gojo's cheekbone, stroking lightly.

Gojo chuckled and raised his eyebrows, his bright blue eyes meeting yours, "Oh?" He grinned, looking up at you, "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" He asked, smirking, "Tell me, what did you have in mind?"

You shrugged and bit the inside of your cheek nervously, “I dunno- you, me… on our knees… in front of him…?” You raised an eyebrow in question at Gojo, questioning if this would actually be something he'd consider. The slow smile that grew on his face should have been an answer in itself, but you'll always want to hear him speak his thoughts to affirm them.

His fingers rubbed small circles on your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours, "Mm, I like the sound of that," he said, looking up at you suggestively, his voice low and serious. "Would you like that too, hmm? Me, holding your pretty little wrists together, the pair of us sucking his dick, worshipping every inch," Gojo paused and his tongue darted out, wetting his lips, "You would look so beautiful like that, baby, his cum spilling out of your pretty little mouth.”

A smirk rose to his lips as he delivered his speech. You stayed silent, stunned at his forwardness. “Mm? Is that what you have planned in that beautiful head of yours?"

"God, you're so hot when you talk like that," you managed to sigh out, more breathily than you anticipated.

Releasing his grasp on your thigh, Gojo moved his hand to your face, gently lifting your chin. The two of you locked eyes and he leaned forward, his face coming closer to yours. "Does that mean I'm right?" He teased, watching your every move.

Nodding slightly, you answered, a nervous flutter tickled your stomach. "I just- want to make him feel good," you whispered, cupping his cheek, "and share that with you..."

"Well," Gojo smiled, leaning forward to place a kiss on your cheek, "then that's exactly what we should do."

You bit your lip, looking to meet his beautiful blue eyes. Just as your lips were about to brush his in a soft, gentle embrace, a laughter from behind pulled you from your trance.

"Oh? Are we telling secrets now?" Geto mused, walking into the room with a tray of steaming tea. Gojo pulled away quickly and rolled his eyes, "Actually, we were having a very serious conversation."

"Oh, of course," Geto chuckled, setting the tray down on the coffee table, "I forgot you're the most serious person in the world. And what would this serious conversation be?" He teased, handing you a mug.

"It was about- uh," Gojo stumbled looking around the room, trying to come up with an excuse, "World peace!" he grinned at Geto, like it was actually believable.

You rolled your eyes and almost palmed your forehead. Geto raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing his friend. He sat down beside you and smirked, "World peace, huh? Interesting. I would have never guessed."

"Yeah! We were talking about the economy and how fucked it is," Gojo continued, gesturing wildly, "Someone should really get on top of that!"

You and Geto shared a look, and both had to stifle a laugh.

"Really? Is that so?" Geto chuckled, sipping his tea.

"Yep!" Gojo replied, popping the 'p', "That's why I'm going to run for prime minister next election, and you two are going to be my first ladies!"

At this point, you couldn't hold back your laughter, Geto joined in, almost choking on his tea. Gojo crossed his arms and pouted, "Hey! Stop laughing, I'm being serious. I could totally be prime minister!"

You and Geto were practically crying from laughing so hard.

"You two are so impossible," Gojo mumbled, turning away from you. Geto wiped a tear from his eye and tried to catch his breath. "You're right, Satoru," he chuckled, "we're sorry. Please continue your very important serious conversation,"

Gojo stuck his tongue out at him, "Keep up this attitude and you won't be my first lady," he grumbled.

Geto couldn't hold back his laugh, "Oh, no. How will I live?"

"I hate you," Gojo sighed, shaking his head with a smile beginning to show.

"No, you don't," you giggled, taking his hand in yours.

Gojo looked at you and rolled his eyes, sighing, "No, I don't," he admitted.

"Come here," you smiled, pulling him closer to you. Geto set his mug down and scooted closer as well, draping his arm over your shoulder. Gojo cuddled into your side, his head resting on your chest. The three of you nestled together, cuddling closely, and watching television.

After a few episodes finished, Geto got up and made his way to the kitchen, beginning to prepare dinner and you followed after trying to convince him to let you help. "Sweet girl, you go back and relax- you don't need to lift a finger," Geto smiled, ruffling your hair.

"But I want to help!" You protested, grabbing his arm, "Please, Sugu,"

He sighed and shook his head, "Fine, you can help me cut the vegetables, but nothing else, okay?" You smiled and nodded, "Okay, deal,"

"Toru!" Geto called, turning to the living room, "Go set the table!"

"Coming!" Gojo yelled back, stretching as he got up from the couch.

You giggled and Geto pulled you into his chest from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist. "What's so funny, hmm?" He asked, squeezing your sides.

You squealed and squirmed in his arms, "Nothing, I'm just happy," you giggled craning your head back to look at him.

"Mmm, you're adorable," Geto chuckled, placing a kiss on your temple.

You blushed and nuzzled into his chest, "Thank you,"

Gojo entered the kitchen and rolled his eyes, "Ugh, I leave for five seconds and you're already all over each other," he whined, a pout on his lips, "why can't I get any attention?"

Turning to him, you laughed and shook your head. "Come here, you can help me with the veggies," you held your arms out, inviting him into your embrace.

Gojo didn't hesitate to scoop you up from Geto's hold, hugging you tightly. "Good," he smirked, burying his face into your chest, "Much better,"

"Toru, you better actually help her chop the vegetables," Geto scolded, placing an extra knife on the cutting board.

"Of course!" Gojo replied with a salute and set you down, taking a spot beside you.

Once Geto finished cooking, the three of you enjoyed the meal together, laughing, joking, and teasing.

"God, this is so good," Gojo hummed, shoveling another bite into his mouth.

"Thank you," Geto replied, "glad you enjoy it."

"This is amazing, Sugu," you smiled, taking a sip of your drink, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of your cooking,"

"Thank you, baby," Geto smiled, rubbing your thigh, "that's very sweet of you,"

"It's the truth," you giggled, "Toru agrees, don't you?"

Gojo nodded enthusiastically while slurping up the long noodles.

"Well, thank you both," Geto chuckled, continuing to eat.

Once the three of you finished dinner and cleaned the kitchen, Geto insisted on doing the dishes. "No, Toru and I can do them!" you said, grabbing a dish towel and opening the cabinet.

"No, no," Geto replied, gently pushing you away from the sink, "Toru can dry," he handed Gojo a dish rag, "but you go and relax. You helped me enough during dinner."

"Sugu, I-"

"Sweet girl," Geto interrupted, "go. Relax. You've had a busy day," When you looked to Gojo for some assistance, he proved to be no help. Instead, he gave you a big grin that made the corner of his eyes crinkle and took the towel from your hands and draped it over his shoulder.

Sighing, you knew that there was no point in arguing, so you turned on your heel and left to the bedroom.

When you walked in, you realized a quick shower sounded nice. So you stripped out of your clothes, turning the water on. Once the water was nice and warm, you stepped in, letting the water wash over you. After you finished showering, you walked out of the bathroom in your makeshift towel dress.

At the same time, the two boys we're just walking into the bedroom, finishing their clean up duties. Gojo and Geto couldn't help but stop and stare as you walked into the bedroom, water dripping down your skin, your damp hair framing your face, and a towel that barely covered you.

"Holy shit," Geto mumbled, his eyes trailing up and down your body.

"You're so beautiful," Gojo added, his eyes wide, practically glued to you.

You blushed, feeling their gaze on you. "Thanks," you smiled, giggling at their reactions, "I'm just gonna throw some pajamas on," You added, walking over to the closet.

Gojo and Geto exchanged a look and both shook their heads. "No you're not," Gojo said, crossing his arms.

"Not yet at least," Geto added, smirking, "Why cover up when we're just going to take them off of you?"

You stopped in your tracks, feeling your face heat up. "Oh?" You squeaked, looking back at the pair.

"Mhm," Geto hummed, walking over to you and taking your hand, "Unless you're not interested, which is completely fine."

Your eyes widened and you looked up at him shaking your head, "No I am interested, in fact-" you looked behind Geto to Gojo and gestured for him to come closer, "That’s what Toru and I were talking about earlier."

Geto raised an eyebrow, smiling, "Oh were you now?" He asked, pulling you closer.

"We were," Gojo added, stepping beside Geto, his hand finding its way to your waist, "and we've decided that we want to show you how much we appreciate you,"

Geto smirked, "Is that so?" He asked, leaning forward, his forehead resting against yours.

"Mhm," you hummed, placing a hand on his chest, "will you let us?", slowly, you began to slide your hand down until it rested just above his waistband, "please?"

"How could I say no to such a pretty girl," Geto hummed, leaning down to place a kiss on your neck, "especially when she asks so nicely."

You shivered as his lips met your skin. Gojo stepped closer, his hand moving from your waist, slowly trailing down the curve of your hips until it reached the hem of the towel. With a tug, it dropped from your body, leaving you bare, sans the droplets that still peppered your skin.

"Sit on the bed for us, Sugu," Gojo said, looking up at his friend, "We'll take care of you, I promise."

Geto nodded and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you. Gojo's hand moved to the small of your back, gently leading like a dog and a lamb.

Kneeling down, you were at the perfect level. Your hand lifted to gently palm Geto through his pants, earning a groan. You smiled up at him, Gojo's hand encouraging you to continue. Geto was already straining against his pants.

"Excited are we?" Gojo asked, kneeling down beside you. Geto only groaned, bucking his hips forward, seeking your touch. Gojo wrapped his arms around your waist and guided you forward, Geto's legs spreading to accommodate the two of you. Slowly, you undid his belt and unraveld it from the loops, dropping it between you and Gojo.

As your fingers continued with the button and zipper of the pants Geto tugged off his shirt, meanwhile, Gojo grabbed the belt and narrowed his eyes while turning it.

After you undid the zipper you were about to pull down his pants, but your hands paused mid-air from Gojo's voice, "Put your hands behind your back," he commanded, voice low.

Your hands immediately dropped, the command sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Turning to Gojo, you complied, your hands reaching behind you and clasping together. He wrapped the belt around your wrists, securing them together.

"You remember our word still right?" Gojo asked, pressing a kiss on your temple.

"Yes- blue." you nodded, testing the restraints to make sure it wasn't too tight.

"Good girl," Gojo hummed, gently petting your head.

Geto was watching the exchange with lidded eyes. He couldn't help but feel more aroused from watching you so obediently follow Gojo's commands.

Gojo turned his attention back to Geto, "Now, where were we?" He asked, helping you pull down Geto's pants.

With his cock springing free from the confines of his pants, he was already rock hard, precum leaking from the tip.

"Look how excited he is for us," Gojo smirked, taking Geto's length in his hand and giving it a slow, firm pump.

"Fuck," Geto groaned, bucking his hips into Gojo's hand.

"So eager," Gojo teased, pumping him again, this time even slower. Shifting your weight forward, you pressed a soft kiss onto the inside of his right thigh. Geto moaned, his eyes trained on you. Slowly, you kissed up his leg, moving closer and closer to his throbbing cock.

Gojo's hand continued to stroke Geto slowly, the anticipation killing him. Before you could reach where he wanted you, you moved your lips to the opposite side, starting all over. Geto whined, bucking his hips, but Gojo's free hand shot to his hip, holding him in place.

"Patience," Gojo tutted, slowing his pumps even more.

"Toru, please," Geto groaned, his head falling back, "just let her suck me already- or you suck me, or at least jerk me off faster."

Gojo chuckled and shook his head, "So impatient. Do you deserve it?"

"Yes," Geto hissed, his fists balling up.

"Toru, be nice," you pouted, looking up at Gojo, "he deserves it,"

Gojo sighed and smiled, "Go ahead, babygirl," he hummed, keeping his grip around the base of Geto's cock.

You lifted yourself onto the tops of your knees and were about to capture the tip in your mouth when Gojo unraveled his hand around Geto's cock and pushed his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. Your eyes widened, surprised from the action, but you opened your mouth and Gojo's fingers immediately went deeper.

"Get them nice and wet, baby," Gojo hummed, gently thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth, "good girl, just like that."

Geto watched with lustful eyes, Gojo's fingers disappearing and reappearing from your lips. After a moment, Gojo pulled his fingers out and moved them back to Geto's cock, using your spit as lube. With his other hand he wrapped your hair into his fist and brought you to his balls.

"Suck," he commanded, and you obeyed. Opening your mouth, you sucked and licked obediently, Gojo's hand guiding you.

"Toru-" Geto moaned, his fingers tangling in the sheets beneath him, "that wasn't what I meant- please, just let her suck my dick,"

"She's a good girl," Gojo hummed, "listening to me so well. Aren't you, baby?"

You hummed in response, Geto's balls still in your mouth. "See?" Gojo chuckled, petting your head, "And she’s doing such a good job too. She can stay down here a little longer, seems quite comfortable."

Geto groaned, his cock throbbing from the sight before him. You, on your knees, bound hands behind your back, and your mouth worshiping his balls.

Gojo tugged your hair, pulling your mouth away from his balls and brought you just a breath away from the tip of Geto's cock. "How badly do you want to fuck her pretty little mouth?" Gojo asked, his fingers tracing Geto's length.

"So fucking badly," Geto groaned, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheets.

"That's not good enough," Gojo smirked, shaking his head.

Geto groaned, bucking his hips forward, but Gojo was faster, and moved you away before Geto could hit his target. "Toru, please," Geto begged, "please let her suck my cock,"

"Hmm," Gojo hummed, pretending to think, "see- I think you can do better than that," Gojo looked down at you, "don't you think so, babygirl?"

You nodded, Geto's tip glistening from the precum that was practically pouring out. "I think so too," you hummed, licking your lips.

Gojo smiled and nodded, "See? Our sweet princess agrees. Tell me, Sugu, how badly do you want her pretty lips around your cock?"

Geto whined, Gojo's fingers were still tracing the tip and driving him crazy. "Toru, please. Fuck- I'm desperate," he groaned, his head falling back, "I've been thinking about her gorgeous mouth all day, and now she's so close and I can't even touch her. Please, Toru, I'm falling apart." Geto groaned, bucking his hips again.

"There we go," Gojo chuckled, "that's what I wanted to hear." With that, Gojo brought you forward and commanded, "Open,"

Immediately, you opened your mouth, waiting patiently, your eyes trained up at Geto. Gojo guided you down, and the sensation of your warm tongue against Geto's tip had his hips jerking up involuntarily. His head immediately hit the back of your throat, his length filling your mouth.

"Fuck," Geto moaned, his grip on the sheets tightening, "shit- I'm sorry, princess, are you okay?" Geto asked, his voice raspy.

You hummed in response, looking up at him with damp eyes and bobbing your head. Geto moaned, your humming vibrating through his cock.

Gojo watched with hungry eyes, his hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements. "Isn't she such a good girl? Look how pretty she looks with your cock stuffed in her mouth,"

"Fuck, she's perfect," Geto groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

You hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue along his shaft. With Gojo's hand guiding your movements, you took Geto's length as deep as you could, your nose brushing his pelvis.

Geto moaned, his hand moving to the back of your head. Gojo immediately swatted him away, "Hands off," he warned, narrowing his eyes.

"Toru, please, let me touch her, please," Geto begged, his hand hovering just above your head.

Gojo hummed, pretending to think, "I suppose. Since you've been so good," Gojo released his hand from your hair and Geto immediately replacing and tangled his fingers into your locks.

"Fuck, you look so gorgeous," Geto groaned, his hips bucking up. You moaned around his length, his praise going straight between your thighs.

Gojo knelt down and whispered into your ear, "Does that make you wet, baby?" he asked, his hand moving down your body and resting just above your clit.

"Mmhm," you hummed, bobbing your head. Gojo's fingers dipped lower, collecting the wetness that was pooling between your thighs.

"She's so soaked," Gojo chuckled, bringing his fingers to Geto's lips, offering him a taste of your slick.

Geto's tongue darted out and he immediately moaned, sucking the digits into his mouth. "She tastes so good," Geto groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks again and bobbed your head, your tongue tracing the vein of his cock.

Geto shuttered, his cock hitting the back of your throat again. With his hand tangled in your hair, he was controlling the pace, his hips jerking up erratically.

"Someone's getting close," Gojo chuckled, watching Geto's abdomen flex as you deepthroated his cock. Geto whined, his fingers tightening in your hair. You continued to hollow your cheeks while sucking him as deep as you could. Gojo moved onto the bed behind him.

After undoing Geto's bun, he pushed aside his hair and placed kissed down his neck, starting from behind his ear. "Toru, fuck- she feels so good," Geto groaned, Gojo's tongue tracing the shell of his ear.

"Mhm, I bet she does. Such a good girl," Gojo hummed, nibbling on his earlobe, "look at how happy you make her..." his finger tips scratched through Geto's scalp massaging it gently. Geto moaned, his head falling back, resting on Gojo's shoulder.

Gojo wrapped his hand around Geto's hair and tugged, giving him perfect access to his neck, "How happy you make me," He bit down unexpectedly, his tongue tracing Geto's pulse, "how lucky we are to have you,"

Geto cried out, his cock hitting the back of your throat again.

"Look at you, falling apart so beautifully," Gojo hummed, his tongue licking the shell of Geto's ear, "such a good boy."

You hummed around Geto's length and bobbed your head faster, his grip tightening in your hair.

Geto moaned, Gojo's bites and licks on his neck, mixed with your mouth sucking his cock sent him over the edge.

"Fuck- princess- I'm gonna cum," Geto groaned, his hips bucking up, "fuck- fuck!" he cried out, spilling down your throat, his orgasm crashing through him.

Gojo wrapped his free hand around Geto's chest and held him close, your mouth milking him through his orgasm. Once Geto's orgasm subsided, his grip on your hair loosened and Gojo helped you pull away, his length slipping from your lips.

"Such a good girl," Gojo hummed, Geto panting, his eyes closed. Gojo's hands immediately undid the belt restraints around your wrists. You pulled your arms in front of you and Gojo massaged the red marks that were forming from the restraint and peppered them with kisses.

"Come here," Geto hummed, opening his eyes and extending his arms, "my sweet girl," You crawled onto the bed and Geto immediately pulled you into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and Gojo crawled onto the bed behind you, his chest flush against your back. Geto cupped your chin, his thumb tracing your lips, "You're incredible," he hummed, leaning down and placing a kiss on your swollen lips, "so perfect,"

You giggled and snuggled into his chest, "thank you,"

"Toru," Geto hummed, reaching a hand behind you and beckoning Gojo closer. Gojo wrapped his arms around you and Geto, his lips peppering kisses between your shoulders. Geto tilted your chin up and captured your lips again in a soft, loving embrace.

"Thank you," Geto hummed, "both of you, that was amazing,"

Gojo chuckled and rested his head on your shoulder, "Of course."

"Anything for you," you hummed, tracing Geto's chest, "are you feeling relaxed now?"

"Very," Geto smiled, "would you like me to return the favor?"

Gojo perked up and shook his head, "No, let me," Gojo hummed, wagging his finger, "you sit back and relax, Sugu, I'll take care of our girl,"

Geto chuckled and nodded, "If you insist," he hummed, unwrapping his arms from you and Gojo, “but only for this round- next round I call having her legs wrapped around my face," he smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Gojo nodded and grinned while flipping you over and pinning you down underneath him. "Hi," he smiled, his face inches from yours.

"Hi," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, "kiss me."

"As you wish," Gojo hummed, closing the space between you.

Geto watched from beside the pair of you, a smile on his face, "Mm, I'm so lucky,"

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bunnyreaper · 7 months

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come crawling

kinktober 7 - stuck in a wall

(18+/mdni stepcest, dubcon/noncon)

Deployments are always long and hard for Johnny--especially without his favourite little step sister to take care of him. You've been ignoring his calls and leaving his texts on read, anytime he tries to reach out to you for relief.

All he has had to rely on is some old pictures and videos he has of him filling you full of sticky cum, or painting your face with ropes as he makes you stick your tongue out and smile for him--back when you weren't such a fucking brat.

The second he arrives back at your parents, he's hoping for a hero's welcome--his pretty little sister in a skimpy outfit giving him a warm smile and tight hug. Instead you're fixated on your phone, giggling and smiling for someone who isn't him, and his blood fucking boils.

His ma and your father at least greet him with the warmth he expects, but you don't even acknowledge his existence.

"She's always texting that boy she's talking to." Your dad explains with a clap to Johnny's shoulder. "Don't take it personally, son."

"Oh aye, boy?" Johnny asks, hoping to draw your attention so he can learn more about whatever fucking unworthy prick has got his hands all over you while Johnny is away. If it is even real, and not just part of one of your bratty schemes.

Clearly Johnny hasn't been firm enough with you lately, or showed you just who you belong to. You're long overdue a fucking lesson. Johnny's palm is already itching to make your pretty little arse red raw, but for now you all have to play happy families, and pretend like the two of you aren't entangled in a filthy, forbidden back and forth.

Throughout dinner, you barely put down your phone, and as soon as your meal is complete, you excuse yourself to your room, explaining that you're oh so tired. Johnny sees right through it, but he bites his tongue, intent on paying you a visit later that night and finally giving you the reminder that you so clearly need.

When he finally makes his way to your room, his knock goes ignored. He shouldn't be surprised, but his jaw ticks anyway. His hand starts to shake as he goes to knock again, before he decides to just wrench the door open and force his way inside. You won't ignore him any longer, he won't allow it.

What he sees shouldn't take him by surprise--you, trying to sneak out of your fucking window, presumably to see that boy you've been texting.

Johnny is over in an instant, startling you as the window slides back down and traps you between it and the sill.

"Help me, Johnny!" You cry out, squirming and trying to free yourself from the awkward, revealing position.

You feel your step-brother approach, feel the warmth of his body as he presses himself against you.

"Oh lass, I'll help yer alright." His hands rove over your waist, following your curves down to the bottom of your teeny tiny skirt, which he flips up in favour of grabbing fist fulls of your arse. "Such a pretty sight. Where d'ya think yer going?"

You try to kick out your legs to wriggle free, but Johnny is stronger, he's a soldier, and you've never been able to fight back. "Let me go, Johnny, you sicko!"

He moves back slightly so his knuckle can brush over your exposed panties, his finger nudging against your rapidly swelling clit. "If I'm a sicko, why are you so wet, bonnie?"

The finger hooks your panties aside, as his other hand comes to stroke through your wetness. "I think yer just as sick as I am."

His touch forces moans out of your throat, ones you can't hold back, before he withdraws. You hear the jingle of his belt and the rustle of his jeans, and before you know it he's plunging his length straight into your needy hole.

"Not going anywhere, not when I'm right here tae take care of you." His hips start to thrust, driving his cock deeper inside you and fucking away any and all resistance you've been building up over the past few weeks.

All this time you were kidding yourself, thinking you could go without Johnny's touch, go without his cock. No one can take care of you like he can.

As he pushes against that spot inside you, you have to clamp a hand around your mouth to stifle the moans, to make sure your parents don't get to find out about yours and Johnny's special relationship.

His hand smacks down on the flesh of your behind, the sound cracking in the cool night air alongside the slick sounds of skin against skin--the two of you giving in to your forbidden addiction.

Johnny stills for a moment.

"I'm gonna grab yer phone, and you're gonna give yer little boyfriend a ring and tell him you won't be coming out to play." He smacks your arse once more when you don't immediately respond. "Understood?"

"Yes, Johnny!" You whine, hole clenching around nothing as he pulls out. He's gone only for a few moments, returning as he pushes open the window and sets the phone against your face as he pushes his cock back inside and captures your reaction.

"Go on, tell him how good yer getting fucked by me."

#john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty fanfic #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #is this just an expanded ver of an old post?? yes what about it smh #but this time its not pretend!!!!

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anadiasmount · 11 days

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opposites attract - jude bellingham insta au.

quick sum: in which golden retriever energy jude bellingham tries to shoot his shot with black cat energy y/n. quickly realizing how determined and just sassy she is...

psa🗣️: HIII! this was supposed to be uploaded last week but i got so sidetracked i couldn't finish so here it is! fav insta au i've written tbh, so i hope you all enjoy! 🤍

fc: bella ramirez | pics: pinterest and youtube!

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ynusername: when in doubt, go with the mini skirt 😛

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user283: you are so UGH

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username395: you were so badass in your new movie!! legit can't stop watching!!

user953: outfit and skirt are SERVINGGG

user29321: haven't seen such a role as influential and that fits with someone so much xx

username193: ur so black cat energy in your latest interview, yn not giving any f's around here!!

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↪️ shall we be on the lookout for this latest roll?? 👀

↪️ yourreply: not anytime soon

↪️ can we get a sneak peek? or would that be too much?

↪️ yourreply: i'm sorry and you are?

↪️ well this is awkward...

↪️ yourreply: mhm...

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spottedcelebrity: we can't get enough of her! she has stolen and broken the hearts of many! passionate and driven to her career, find out more about the new 'it girl', @ynusername, in our 8pm show live tonight! stay tuned for more...

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username759: its the fact she turned down jacob elordi...

judebellingham: 🤝

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user234: crazy how big she got in under a year...

↪️ username483: was telling this to someone the other day! the movie barely had any pr or announcing and now its a worldwide adaptation because of her!!

ynusername: thank u for having me! 🖤

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↪️ spottedcelebrity: stay tuned now guys... 👀

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↪️ so beautiful! 😍😍

↪️ yourreply: no.

↪️ no?

↪️ yourreply: look at the second pic again xx

↪️ okay, i looked and what now? :))

seen one hour ago **

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username74: HER DRESS! RED IS DEF HER COLOR!

user95: 'i know my standards, and if he couldn't fit them, then that's on him' CAN WE PRASIE??

ynusername: oh my! million thank you's! 🖤

username294: is she real? like how? everyone at her feet and she could give less than a damn? need to be her so bad!

user85: she's such a bitch? wtf? how can you stan her?

↪️ username11: like she said... she's speaking her truth

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judebellingham: wow! 😍

username854: jude?? when did this happen?

↪️ user09: he commented on her latest pic!!

↪️ username032: could you imagine? jude with y/n? IT COUPLE?

↪️ user281: black cat gf x golden retreiver bf? OH YEAH

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judebellingham: tested my inner actor 🫡🫡 adidas predators out now 🖤

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username395: bro wants y/n to notice her so bad

user11: we know what you're doing jude...

lucasvasquez: hermano mejor dedicate al futbol 🤣

camavinga: ohhh now i see who your referring too 👀🫡

↪️ judebellingham: shhh 🤫🤫

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↪️ username13: frr he keeps throwing hints, take this man out his misery, and teach him how to act 😭😭

vinijr: amazing bro! 😍

username29: testing his inner y/n lets not lie to ourselves guys

user87: he looks so bf with this hoodie on!!

brahim: this guy yeah 🤣🤣

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fedevalverde: someone give him an oscar 🗣️

username45: him using the black heart instead of white says a whole bunch…

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↪️ selfie is making up for the attempted ''acting''

↪️ judereply: is it now?

↪️ terrible choice of hat tho, especially with this weather 👎

↪️ judereply: i tried LMAOOO

↪️but guess what? choice of song is also making it up 🫡

↪️ judereply: there's no denying there... definitely on my mind 24/7

↪️ who me? or the song? better be the song because your acting is still stuck in my head 😐😕

↪️ judereply: when i think we're going somewhere... 🤣🤣

↪️ lol, going where? 😕😕

↪️ judereply: yk what im referring too, don’t be so oblivious especially after your latest role!! congratulations on that btw! such a phenomenal job once again! 🤍

↪️ it's very hard to dislike you when you're this sweet 😕 thank you jude!! 🖤🖤

↪️ judereply: why would you dislike me?

↪️ now why would i tell you that

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ynusername: lace top was giving so 2014 vibes

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username984: how does she rock every single outfit? i'm jealous.

user44: need that hair and makeup comba ASAP!! been asking for it for about a year now :))

judebellingham: still haven't told me why you dislike me 😕😕

ynstan: jude having his notifs on for her post is so bf of him, give him a chance y/n, he has money and can take you shopping ;)

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username56: need those pants, where are they from?

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↪️ ynusername: because you took my chocolate churro away. i don't play around with my food.

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ynusername: thank you!! 🖤

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judebellingham: oh hell no

judefan: we lost him ladies, his gentle heart doesn't deserve this 👎👎

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judebellingham sent you a dm!

so you respond to jamal's comment and not mine?

yourreply: idkk he is kindaaa 🤭🔐

i've literally have been trying for months to get your attention

yourreply: have you ever thought of maybe just giving up?

really?? what is it going to take?

yourreply: i don't mean to be a debbie downer but what is it you exactly want for me... i can't just trust your word and go for it. it's not me and it hasn't ever been me. i have standards.

so then let me prove to you i can meet them. i promise i'm not like you think or hear. and that's coming from a man who also has standards and just truly interested in someone like you. is that so hard to believe?

yourreply: yes.

i'll prove them to you, you'll see....

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judebellingham added to their stories!

ynusername sent a reply to your story!

really?

judereply: yes really.

why do i even try with you?

judereply: because after today you have a soft spot for me in that deep jade like from victorious little heart :))

who said anything about a soft spot??

judereply: i did. the eyes chico they never lie. and yours have so many specs of unread feelings and emotions i can stare into them all day.

creepy, don't you think?

judereply: you think everything is creepy when you literally love horror movies and the color black

because they prove points xx

judereply: just like rom-come and disney movies also proved points 😉

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spottedcelebreity

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spottedcelebrity: new couple on the block? we are soo into this recent pair, and it seems like they are mending our hearts little by little! y/n recently moved to spain for a movie role, could we see frequent hangouts between them? 👀

comments:

jude22: literally WHAT?

jennaortega: oh i am so into this... i just sit back and observe

username44: despite us seeing a cold and black-hearted y/n, some of the videos released showed her being soft and lovergirl with him!!

madridwags: new wag at the bernabeu soon? 👀

popculture: rumor has it they shared a kiss!

↪️ spottedcelebrity: stay tuned for our live 7pm show tonight!

username76: am i the only one who doesn't ship them?

↪️ user21: yes you are

judebellingham: made her dream date come true!! 🤍

ynrealestfan: when he remembers stuff said in interviews about you <<<

username55: jude attempting to soft launch with y/n while still being in the friendzone is so hilarious i can't 😭😭

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yourusername added to their stories!

judebellingham sent a reply to your story!

can't get over how beautiful you are, it's not fair 😍😍

yourreply: life is not fair

my life is since you agreed on our shopping date 🤷‍♂️

yourreply: only agreed because you offered to buy, a win is a win 😍

yet you're wearing the dress i bought... and going out where to be exact??

yourreply: jealous darling? it's for me to know and well you to find out out. if i don't tell my mother where i go, why would i tell you?

because you kissed and held my hand? and replied to my dm btw!!

yourreply: ...

where are you? i'll meet you there

yourreply: sorry no men invited tonight, it's our girls night out xx

and you're wearing this red stunning short dress? yeah i'll find out where you are, think of me 😘😘

seen twenty minutes ago **

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spottedcelebrity & vogue

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spottedcelebrity: despite the recent encounter the pair of y/n and jude faced, in y/n new vogue beauty secrets video, she talks about being single and not dating anytime soon... the first picture shows y/n before her fame took off a year ago, has she changed or hasn't changed one bit?

comments:

ynrealestfan: not changed one bit!

popculture: ohh? well this is certainly very interesting!!

judebellingham: LMAOOO, she told me to stay out the room while she filmed? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

↪️ camavinga: if you all could see the frown on his face right now as he types 🤣🤣

ynusername: oh that's not... guys don't believe that man, all men do is lie lie lie! 😊😊

↪️ judebellingham: not all of us! some of us actually want something serious, real and loving in our life 🤍

username03: jude's comment just proves everything for us...

user54: jude wanting everyone to know about them knowing damn well how our girl y/n is

username33: off topic but we finally got that look everyone was talking about!!

judestan: she is not good for him? she is so mean and bitchy like what?

ynstanfan: girl bye. wdym? i think your golden retriever energy footballer can't bag a baddie like y/n xx

user13: well now i don't know who to believe...

username98: is no one going to talk about how she was watching a rom-com (jude’s fav) and not her typically horror movies?

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ynusername

liked by: judebellingham, camavinga, yourbestfriend, username05: user51, ynrealestfan, ynstanforlife, jennaortega, username38, judefan5, popculture, vogue, and 2,786,899 others!

ynusername: oh i look so sexy in here!! 🤭😩 dinner showcase before new movie “the accountant” releases! this role means so much and i can’t wait for you to see! 🖤

comments:

ynrealestfan: did not have to slay this hard on us 🤭

judebellingham: caption did not lie, prettiest rose in the whole city 🤍

username38: i NEED to be her…

yourbestfriend: when she’s caught and knows it

↪️ yourusername: STOP 😭

limited restriction! **

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judebellingham

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judebellingham: grateful with life and for you. words can’t describe this immense feeling i have for you and your hard work. i love you so much my dereast y/n. i can’t wait to celebrate more moments like this with you 🖤🤍

comments:

ynusername: brb… crying because ilysm 😔🖤

↪️ judebellingham: i love you darling, never forget it xx

camavinga: only took you two three months when we already knew

gioreyna: literally HOW?

jobebellingham: run when you can y/n

↪️ ynusername: trust me i tried but this one is not so bad

↪️ judebellingham: this one is crazy after i spoiled you again…

username79: jude you deserve the world, come to me

user20: can’t believe how he BAGGED y/n

judefan22: so happy for our girl!

yourbestfriend: we lost her ladies

↪️ ynusername: i’m still here babes 😭😭

ynrealestfan: these pictures?? can we talk about how he has good angles?? 😩

juderealestfan: she issss sooooooo gorgeoussss 🫦🫦

spottedcelebrity: congratulations! 🧡

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ynusername: life lately 🖤 (p.s. no one mess with my baby. i love him very much, unfortunately. in my lover girl era!!)

comments:

judebellingham: unfortunately?? :((

ynusername: come here, i’ll give you a kiss to make it feel better 🖤

↪️ judebellingham: on my way! picked up your favorite snacks and hot chocolate too 🤍

↪️ ynusername: changing my caption rn!! 😔🖤

jennaortega: 🖤

zendeya: OMGGGGGG HARD LAUNCH??

ynrealestfan: never saw this coming 🤭🤭

judefan22: they’re both in their lover eras 😣😣

camavinga: y/n if you could see how jude just sighed and looked up with the biggest grin 😭😂

↪️ ynusername: he is so silly 👎👎

yourbestfriend: it couple i can’t 😩

madridwags: so happy for you two 🤍

vogue: more to come with you two 🤍

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spottedcelebrity

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spottedcelebrity: wow is one word to describe this couple and their ability to make our jaws drop! after recent real madrid footballer jude, posted pictures of his beautiful gf y/n on her birthday and congrats post, the couple poses together at the LV fashion paris show!

comments:

trentaa: ❤️

jennaortega: oh my god.

louisvuitton: what happens in paris…

judebellingham: look at my beautiful and sexy gf 🖤🤍

↪️ ynusername: still made at you for going shirtless and showing everyone what’s mine 😒😒

username53: i just spit out my food

user49: what an entrance they made???

user81: her dress?? SO Y/N CODED !!

ynrealestfan: our favorite and beautiful couple!!

judefan: jude listen to your gf next time

judefanacc: HE LOOKED SO DJJDJDJD

ynstanforlife: just sighed so loud 😔

username91: sexiest couple of the generation

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misseviehyde · 3 months

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SIX

SIX MINUTES

It's been six minutes since I drank the Elixir. Six minutes since the delicious pink liquid flowed down my throat and I felt my body begin to change into a better one.

How can I describe the transformation?

Well - it feels strange to feel your bones shift and pop inside your body as your skin tightens and your genitalia shrink to nothing. Even the lengthened hair on my head and the longer feminine nails I now have on my tiny hands feel strange. My cute hairless body is smoother, softer and far more appealing than it used to be. I'm a girl now.

No... not just a girl... a pretty girl. True I'm still wearing my blue hoodie and I don't have any make up on, but even in these clothes, I look beautiful. I can feel the jealous stares of my mates.

True I gave them a bit of a show a moment ago as I lost control of myself whilst I changed. My friends had to watch in shocked fascination as I touched my body and moaned in pleasure. They could never understand how fucking good it felt to have tits growing on my chest and a pussy opening between my legs.

I wasn't embarassed about moaning like a slut - in fact I'm still not embarassed now. I've never felt more confident - the Elixir has made me feel so good. I can't believe I'm no longer a boy - but it's like I don't even care.

The others were all too chicken shit to try it. We found the instructions in an old book at my friend Daniel's house. His girlfriend was out - and me and the other lads were round for a curry, so we cooked up the Elixir and I agreed to try it.

With amazing success.

Acording to the book the transformation lasts just over six hours. I better not waste anytime then...

SIX HOURS

It's amazing how much more feminine wearing the right clothes and doing my hair and makeup, make me look and feel now I'm a girl.

Due to my lack of experience - I just decided to tie my hair up, put on a tiny bit of mascara and lipstick and wear something feminine - but kinda simple. When I learn more about being a girl, I can start to really have fun - but right now it's baby steps.

Daniel's girlfriend was luckily about the same size as I was... petite and a 34D bra size and I was able to help myself to things from her room to complete my new look. I'll have to get my own things eventually, but for now I'll steal what I can from her.

Daniel is still here, but the other guys went home, I think probably to jerk off thinking about turning into a hot girl themselves. They promised not to tell anyone about our little experiment. I don't trust them of course, which is why I burned the pages of the book when no one was watching. Now the only record of how to make the Elixir exists in a password protected encrypted file I just uploaded to the cloud.

I can imagine them all cock in hand stroking it off as they imagine coming back tomorrow to make more Elixir and getting to become a hot girl. I can't wait to see their faces when they realise this power is now mine alone.

Mmmmh, all those boys jerking off. I don't blame them. Boy am I fucking horny too. Horny in a way that I've never been before. My new body has needs and Daniel is looking kinda hot to me right now.

I like the way his eyes follow me... it makes me feel powerful. I have so much control over him now I'm pretty. He's desperate to please me - even though he has a girlfriend.

I walk over to Daniel and kiss him. He is surprised at first, perhaps confused... but as he leans into my body and tastes my sweet pink lips, his inhibitions fade.

"It's not really cheating Dan," I whisper. "It's not like I'm a real girl. She'll never know. I don't have long and I just need to know what it feels like..."

His hungry hands are soon all over my body, and I have his stiffening cock in my tiny hands.

I've never held another guys cock in my hands before. Daniel's is bigger than mine... well bigger than mine when I actually have one.

It's hard and enticing, so I lick the tip and taste his precum. Then - like it's the most natural thing in the world I pop it into my mouth and begin to suck.

I never thought I'd be sucking a cock, but now I'm female it doesn't bother me like it would. I'm a little clumsy at first (guess I'll need more practice) but after a few minutes of sucking and slurping I hear Daniel cry out and he cums in my mouth.

His load is salty, not unpleasant, so I swallow it all.

I think we are finished but then he then asks me if I want him to eat me out. Turns out I do.

Soon I am lying back on his bed with his eager tongue lapping at my pink pussy. I play with my tits as he tongue fucks me and soon I am having my first female orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh fuckkkkk," I gasp in my sexy girls voice as stars swim in front of my eyes and I shake and convulse helplessly. "That's mmmmh soooo fucking good."

My horniness is abated for now - Daniel looks a little disappointed when I put my clothes back on - perhaps he was hoping I'd fuck him. He is also clearly stricken with guilt.

"Don't worry - I won't say anything to her," I giggle.

That's enough for one day. I can feel the Elixir starting to wear off. My hair is shortening and my body becoming masculine again.

It's been the best six hours of my life and I know I now need more.

SIX DAYS

It's been six days since I first took the Elixir and my journey into femininity continues to be the greatest experience of my life.

After turning back into my male self earlier this week - I was left with a feeling of emptiness, shame and fear. Male me was shocked and upset by what I'd done as a girl and worried about what I might do again.

He and Daniel could barely talk to each other. Stupid boys - what's a little dick sucking between friends? It's not like his girlfriend would ever know.

Despite his reluctance - the urge to try the Elixir again was too strong so it was only a matter of time before I drank it again and transformed into this superior version of me.

I say superior because I AM superior. As a man, I'm almost a nobody - but female me gets all the love and attention a hot pretty girl deserves. I'm smarter, more confident and less naive as a girl. I understand the way the world really works.

I had unlocked something in myself that needed time to play out. I and now I was going to have to live two lives. That would not be easy. So I invented a story.

Only my friends and Daniel knew the real story - but to everyone else I would tell a lie that my male half had been struck by a terrible illness that kept me confined to the house. My female alter-ego would masquerade as my 'sister' come home to help look after me. Luckily I live alone.

It was not a perfect cover story and there were plenty of gaps but it would hopefully allow me to keep taking the Elixir.

My male half works from home anyway, so I was able to keep earning - but for the present time I would only go out as my female half.

I took some vacation time - and this allowed me to get used to being female.

I spent six hours a day as a girl, using the Elixir to transform. Each time the change was quicker and I felt instantly more ME. It was like switching between two channels on a TV.

I decorated a room to be MY bedroom and began to immerse myself in girl culture. I had a lot of catching up to do - what I really needed was some female friends to learn from.

Daniel was shocked when I demanded he introduce me to his girlfriend. He wanted to refuse and I actually had to blackmail him into agreeing. I also gave him another blowjob... this time he came even harder.

With carrot and stick deployed, Daniel gave in and told Lucy I was his mates sister new in town and I didn't know anyone. She was only too happy to help the new girl.

Lucy and I hit it off straight away. She introduced me to her friends and soon through networking, I was one of the girls.

Six days in and I was already bossing it as a girl. I now had a room, a growing collection of clothing and makeup, a convicing cover story and best of all a group of girlfriends.

I am good at getting what I wanted from others. It makes me all tingly to think about how easily I am playing everyone.

Manipulating people is kind of fun.

SIX WEEKS

My tight black designer dress drew the stares and attention of all the men in the hotel as I walked to the counter to check out. I fucking loved the attention - I could tell they all wanted me.

Upstairs in the room Daniel was still lying on the bed, spent by our hours of lovemaking. He had fucked me like a slut and we had finished with me grinding on top of him and in control - just as I liked it.

Looking down into his eyes I had made him tell me he loved me as I slid his cock up and down into my tight pussy.

He was all mine now.

But he meant nothing to me at the same time. In fact whilst Daniel had moaned and grunted beneath my thrusting hips... his cock deep inside my pussy - I'd even had time to Whatsapp Lucy and arrange to meet her later.

It was strange to think that only six weeks ago Daniel and I had an entirely platonic relationship. Now he was having an affair with me whilst his girlfriend believed me to be her new bestie.

I knew that sooner or later the truth would probably come out - but I didn't care. Lucy was starting to bore me anyway. I'd learned all I could from her and her insipid friends.

As for Daniel. He was hopelessly addicted to me - but I had no intention of fucking him for much longer anyway. He was just a training exercise - helping me to learn how to fuck a man right. Now I knew how to use my pussy as a weapon - there were richer and hotter guys in my sights.

I wanted bigger dick. Maybe a black guy? A rich black guy who could make me his trophy slut.

It had begun to occur to me that I was not a very nice person. In fact I was actually a fucking bitch. My male half sure seemed to think so anyway. He kept leaving me tormented messages begging me to stop ruining Daniel's life, manipulating people and acquiring material possessions.

I actually got turned on listening how nasty I was and I rubbed my clit till I came.

Being evil felt so fucking hot.

In return to my alter ego, I left him messages calling him a loser and telling him if he hated me so much to stop taking the Elixir. I knew he wouldn't. He was addicted to being me. It was just too bad I didn't have a way to get rid of him. Unlike him - I'd take it.

Yes - if only there was a way I could be rid of the fucking loser and take complete control of this life. I had noticed that after six weeks of use, my transformations would now sometimes last eight to ten hours. Maybe with further use I would gain more and more time?

I just need to keep on taking the Elixir and enjoying every minute of being a hot blonde spoiled mean bitch. In fact I need to get worse.

Eventually there would only be me... my victory was inevitable.

No one is going to get in my way.

SIX MONTHS

It was a shame what happened to Daniel. I wonder if he'll ever wake up?

Hit and runs happen all the time, but they never did find the driver who left him in a coma and it seemed almost targeted.

It was about the same time my new hotter boyfriend bought me a brand new car. He was a rapper with plenty of cash to spare and he even arranged for my old car to be scrapped for me.

Of course his mental state had become rather unhinged. He had taken our breakup badly... he seemed to blame me for Lucy leaving him and he kept threatening to tell everyone about the Elixir and 'expose me.'

Then sadly he had his accident.

My new boyfriend never did ask about the dents in the bonnet of my old car or why I asked his guys to threaten and shake down all of Daniel's old friends.

Of course my new man knew nothing about my 'condition'. If he ever asked why I seemed to shave my legs more than other girls and took a vial of pink liquid daily - he never asked.

I'm sure he had some suspicions, but I was his bitch and he sure didn't care when his big black dick was stretching my tight pussy out. As he came inside me again and again he whispered the words 'I love you' again and again to me and I knew I owned his soul now.

In fact the bastard had nearly got control the night I followed Daniel and...

After six months of constant use I now had total control of my body and mind. I could stil feel male me in there somewhere, but he was subdued.

Still all it would take is one day when I forgot to drink Elixir and he might fight back.

Well best not to think about that in case it brought him to the surface.

I was still confident that eventually he would cease to be a problem entirely... it just needed a little time.

SIX YEARS

My husband tells me I don't look a day older than when he first met me six years ago, but then again with the amount of work I can have done - staying young looking won't be an issue.

Not that I need it yet. Even though I've given birth twice (although neither Chantelle or Dior were difficult births) I DO look great.

Here I am again at Paris fashion week - my own line of clothes being modelled on the runway.

Much has changed in six years. For a start I haven't taken the Elixir for over a year now. That chapter of my life ended long ago.

Daniel never woke up. They switched him off eventually and I sent a condolence card to his family. Lucy and I made up though - I convinced her it was him who seduced me. We still keep in touch from time to time.

I'm now a celebrity. I got my break through the leaked sex-tapes I 'accidentally' leaked online of me fucking my famous husband.

Now I'm a social media darling and a fashionista. I'm a ruthless heartless bitch, so the media world suits me. No one dares get on my bad side and I ALWAYS get what I want.

I'm rich, bitchy and pretty and I feel pretty fucking good about it.

Anyway my new line of clothing is bound to be a great success. I named it after my favourite number. It's become something of a lucky charm for me.

Can you guess what number?

Yeah - you guessed it. Of course... it's six.

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #corruption #evil bitch #dark #tg elixir

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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Jungkook

Dearly Beloved 🔞 Final.

In which you've got a crush on your coworker- and a stalker problem.

Tags/Warnings: I do not condone any of Jungkooks questionable actions, this is fiction, soft Yandere!Jungkook, stalking, criminal actions (trespassing, stealing), obsession, he's really not quite right in the head, mc is kind of stupid for not involving police but wbk

Additional Chapter Warnings: insert 'oh no' tiktok meme here.

Length: long?

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He's gonna do it. He has to. What if he misses his chance? You already love him.

You just don't know it yet.

But the entire day at the office, someone steals your attention away. There's always someone standing at your desk, asking pointless things, chasing you around like a slave for things that could've been a fucking e-mail. Why do you need to go and copy something for Yaerin when she's got to working legs?

Maybe if she didn't wear those high heels she constantly trips in she would be able to do her job correctly. Or maybe she's simply a viper, trying to work you down until you burn out, unable to offer this place anymore of your energy. She's done it before. She'll do it again.

People like her disgust him. She's rotten to the core, especially considering how she constantly soils the office seats in the meeting room with her disgusting perfume every time she fucks another one of the higher ups in there. He knows it's happening, has walked in on her and a CEO once- and while he told her that her secret was safe with him, he really only did it to have something up his sleeve if he ever needed her for something.

Does that make him just as rotten as her? Maybe. But all is fair in love and war.

He can't help but fidget at this point, watching how you clearly try and stay nice to a coworker currently attempting to convince you to go drinking with everyone after this shift. You don't like karaoke, you don't even drink in social settings because it makes you anxious- Jungkook knows these things.

He would never ask something of you that you're not comfortable with- he'd take you out for your favorite fast food instead to eat it in the car while listening to crappy pop-songs on the radio. That's what you love.

You've mentioned it before. And he never forgets those things.

Who's that man to you anyways? He can sense the tenseness in your muscles as the guy leans on your table, clearly taking up space and showing that he's not going to leave anytime soon- and Jungkook feels his anger grow inside his chest. You don't like this guy. He needs to get him away from you.

"Uh- Steven, right?" Jungkook meekly asks, the man's face snapping to him with an annoyed smile.

"Yeah. What's up kook?" He jokes as if they're best buddies.

They're not. Jungkook couldn't care less if the guy died in a ditch.

"I think Yaerin wanted to talk to you about something being wrong with the calculations for last month?" Jungkook stammers, needing to uphold his image. And also, he can't help it- his emotions make him quiver a bit, muscles unable to stay still as he rubs his hands. "She said it's urgent." He presses.

That's actually only half a lie. It's not urgent- but that whore did want to talk to him about something. There probably won't be much talking involved except maybe a command to take his dick further down her throat- but Jungkook doesn't care what they do. The only thing he does care about is that he fucking leaves.

Which he does, finally, making Jungkook take in a deep breath as he watches the man walk off.

"Thank you so much." You say behind him, and when Jungkook turns around to look at you, you're gazing at him with such warm eyes he feels his trembling body levitate on nothing but thin air. Everything's alright again- if he could look at you like this for the next years of his life, he'd thank every god in existence for it. "I have.. a hard time telling people no." You sigh, running your hands over your face.

"That's.. that's fine." Jungkook nods, a little awkwardly, smiling back. "I'm not that.. good at it either." He chuckles, and you laugh along, already feeling a lot better.

"Do you.. uhm.." You look at your keyboard for a second before you lick your lips- is that new lipgloss you wear? Or did you eat something that stained them? Jungkook isn't sure, but he wants a taste. "Do you wanna.. grab a drink or two after work with me?" You wonder, rushing the sentence out, and Jungkook's lips part a little, eyes round and open as they stare you down with their boba-pearl charm.

"Uh- yes! Yes, sure!" He nods, closing his mouth, before he pats his pants, looking for his phone. "W-wait, I'll uh- I'll give you my number!" He rushes out, writing it down with trembling hands on a sticky note, before offering it to you, who smiles shyly.

"Alright!" You nod. "I'll.. see you tonight then?" You ask, and Jungkook nods, entire body set aflame.

"Tonight."

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He fucked up.

He's pacing in front of your door because you surely know. You had to have found out- there's no way you didn't. The moment you texted him, he knew you knew-

because he gave you the wrong number. In his panic, he gave you a number you already have.

Is the police on its way? Did you call the cops? Or another friend maybe to beat the shit out of him? You must be terrified, creeped out to no ends, and he can't blame you. What the hell did he even do? This isn't right.

"Jungkook?" You ask, ripping him out of whatever panicked episode he was going through, wild eyes staring at you who's looking at him with an unreadable expression.

It's quiet as you stare each other down, tension able to be cut with a knife for a good while, before you speak.

"You could've.. just said something." You mumble, and Jungkook isn't sure what you mean. There's a variety of things and situations this sentence could apply to- and he doesn't want to out himself if he's not caught yet. If there's just a simple chance of getting away with it, he will take it. "Do you... like me this much?" You ask, and he's swallowing thickly now.

You clearly want an answer, but he doesn't know in what context. What is he supposed to say.

"I mean, I knew something was off when.." you explain, playing with the strings of your hoodie as you fumble with your words. "When.. I wasn't scared." You admit.

"Because it was you all along."

His entire body grows cold, veins freezing over as he gets his confirmation. You know. You know, and you're probably going to tell him next that you've already asked for a restraining order-

Wait. What do you mean by you weren't scared?

"Do you want to.. come in with permission this time?" You ask, trying to lighten the mood, but he's confused. This isn't the reaction he thought he'd get.

"I-" he starts, stammers. "I'm sorry." He presses out. "I don't.. I just-" he fails to find appropriate words because he really doesn't know why he's like this. He knows it's a problem, he knows he's sick- it's obvious, that little sane part of him is aware of the pure wrongness of his actions up until now.

"I know." You say, nodding, before you step aside to let him inside.

"I can't." Jungkook denies. "I can't- I shouldn't, I'm not- don't let me in, don't ever let me in-" he worries, unsure what's wrong with him now. Is this what realization feels like?

If that's the case, he wants to go back to insanity, because this is torturous.

"Its fine." You reassure. "You're.. I'd really hate to see you leave right now." You deny, offering compassion. "You're not well right now." You say, and he agrees.

But he's never been well ever since he met you almost a year ago.

He'll never be well.

"You're too.. you shouldn't. I might hurt you." He explains in a hurry.

"You won't." You deny. You're not sure why you're so convinced about it- maybe because he's had the chance to hurt you so many times and didn't. Or maybe because you're so lonely that you'll take this love no matter how tainted it is.

"Please come inside." You ask once more.

And slowly, with great hesitance, does he enter your home, painfully wringing his hands as if to keep himself occupied.

"When my mom had a brain stroke, years ago, she changed a lot." You explain, walking in to fill up two glasses of water before you set them on the coffee table in the living room area, sitting down on the couch right after- inviting him.

He takes the invitation. His eyes sting with unshed tears.

"She suddenly hated me. Hated almost everyone." You remember. "The doctors said that it can happen. That if we.. injure just a tiny little specific part of our brains, our whole personality changes." You retell, and Jungkook listens, unsure where to look now.

He's been here before, but he's never seen the apartment with the lights on.

"But we still got along until she passed." You nod. "She went to therapy, and reconnected with me and her old friends." You say.

"I'm.. I think I know what you're suggesting-" he says, before he puts his face in his hands. "But I don't want to." He denies.

"Why not?" You worry with a soft tone. "Jungkook, you're not a bad person. You just need help." You offer.

"But what if my love for you is just mental illness?!" He yells out, panicked, eyes now leaking tears. "I don't want them to kill that. I want to stay- I want to stay sick if it means that I still love you.." he weeps, looking at you with desperation.

"Then we'll rebuild it." You shrug easily. "I'll make you love me again." You say, and Jungkook breaks.

"C-can I touch you?" He whimpers from the other side of the couch. "Just a bit?" He wonders, and you nod, opening your arms.

Welcoming him, because he's not a threat or a danger or a monster.

He's just a little sick.

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zootopiathingz · 1 month

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If you really think about it, the ship where Alastor would be involved in that would most likely be canon so far would be Charlastor.

I mean, he despises Lucifer and sees Vox as not worth his time, so he's not gonna be throwing himself all over them anytime soon. Nearly everyone he interacts with besides the three women he's friends with, he's either indifferent, respectable or hostile to, but towards Charlie? This man has allowed her to touch him without permission, stated multiple times that he has faith in her beliefs and even handed her his source of power. Twice.

I'm aware he's doing all this with some underlying motive, but you can't deny he won't do all this for just anyone. I really can't imagine him all comfortably curled up in Angel's bed or getting handsy with Lucifer (He wipes his hands after touching him, man really doesn't like him at all). I support all ships with Alastor but if we're looking at this at a canon perspective, Alastor interacts with Charlie the most and will continue to interact with her as the show goes on, it's more possible to happen in a sense with Alastor.

Plus with all the romantic cues the show has (Unintentionally?) given so far, with the part where both Charlie and Alastor are laying on the heart shaped pillow but Charlie falls off the bed while Alastor remains on top off it, it seems that there could be a very small possibility that there might be an unrequited crush on Alastor's part.

Yeah, it's a stretch, but hey, he didn't have to lay in that bed. He could have stayed standing, looming over Charlie to show that he might be helping her but he still sees himself as above her and in control of the situation. But! Someone still animated him on that bed! They still animated him on that heart shaped pillow right beside Charlie! They didn't have to, but they still did and my minds still reeling after that fact.

No because you’re absolutely correct here.

Out of any of the characters in the series for Alastor to end up with, if he were to have a romantic subplot of any kind, it would be Charlie. They have the most potential together as a pairing and there have been so many little hints and visual cues that I’m honestly shocked that a romance plot isn’t where their relationship is going.

I genuinely cannot see Alastor ever engaging in anything romantic or physical with Vox or Lucifer in any way. And whenever I say that people like to excuse me of hating gay ships (which I clearly don’t. I am queer, and I love seeing queer ships that actually make sense and have good chemistry, and not just because they’re gay). It’s because he canonly hates men and is much kinder towards women—except for Vaggie lol. Yes, ship Alastor with whoever you want. It’s not my place to tell you if your ship is bad or not. I honestly don’t care because it’s your opinion and as long as you’re having fun with it, that’s all that matters!

But like anon is saying here, if we’re looking at it from a canon viewpoint, let’s think about it. Again, Alastor clearly doesn’t like men and can’t even be bothered to shake Lucifer’s hand without being disgusted. There have been three women who could be potential love interests. First is Mimzy, which I can see there may have been some flirtation here and there in the past, or even an unrequited crush on her part. But with her basically using him to get her out of trouble all the time, I can’t see them going beyond their on-and-off friendship. Then there’s Rosie, who he’s obviously very comfortable around and lets her touch and grab him as she pleases—which he wouldn’t let slide with any male characters in the show. And the Radiorose ship is cute I admit, but to me they’re a pair of gossip buddies who would maybe pretend to be in a relationship if needed, but otherwise their feelings don’t go any further than platonic.

And so that leaves us with Charlie. When I first watched the pilot I absolutely assumed they were going to have some kind of slow burn, not only because the idea of the princess of Hell and this feared Radio Demon falling for each other is so intriguing, but generally just the way they acted with each other. In like a span of eight minutes they were happily dancing together, with Alastor calling her one of a kind, tossing her around and making improvements to her dream hotel.

You can imagine how surprised I was when I found out they weren’t canon and weren’t going to be in the actual show. Like, I was legit going “🤨🤨🤨” and this was before I was even in the fandom lmao

And thank you so much for mentioning that scene in her bedroom because…

What is this. What do you mean the mfs making this show drew out this scene, carefully looked at every detail for the final product, and went “yup👍” if there wasn’t supposed to be something more going on here???

Like seriously if you’ve never watched this episode and you saw these two frames, what exactly would you assume is going on here? Be honest with me

But ya know, charlastor “isn’t canon” (so they say🙄) so the animators here were def trolling us lol

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sissylittlefeather · 2 months

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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 13

A/N: Woof. This one took me a minute. Also, it's a short bridge-type chapter, but don't worry. Next chapter will be LONG and JUICY. This is just a necessary part of the story. Please don't give up on us! ICYMI this is the soulmate/time travel AU between Elvis and a fem!reader.

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.

Warnings: cussing and angst (a smut-free chapter?! Who am I?! Don't worry. It's coming soon and they will be too 😏)

Word count: ~1.9k

"Why didn't she come for me?"

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Elvis spends the next few weeks anxiously waiting for you to show up somewhere. It's clear his mind is elsewhere. Everyone around him notices that something is off, but he won't tell anyone what's going on. He just prowls around like a caged animal, nervous and waiting for something that no one understands. He goes back to Memphis before he has to be back in Vegas in August to film his concert documentary. The only thing that gets him out of his room is Lisa Marie. Otherwise, he mopes around or stays inside.

What no one knows is he's grieving. He's pretty sure he's lost you and his son too. The pain almost overwhelms him and he has a hard time living in his real life. He finds solace in music and spends a lot of time at the piano playing a whole catalogue of new songs. His favorite, though, is a song produced by the Beatles' record label, and he eventually asks to record it later that summer. It ends up on his album for the documentary That's the Way It Is and even makes it into a rehearsal scene with him playing it on the piano and singing. For some reason, the song makes him think of you, so he sings it as often as he can.

Even though it begins to look like he's back to himself, the pain of losing you is omnipresent. He resigns himself to the fact that he will likely never see you or his son ever again. As such, he leans into the documentary and even does a photo shoot with Priscilla over Thanksgiving to try to rekindle the affection he feels for her.

But he still feels like part of his soul has gone missing. It's the same old feeling he always has when he's away from you for too long, but this time it settles in his chest and becomes a part of him. 1970 slips into 1971 and he does his best to move on. 1971 slips into 1972 and he throws himself into work and lets his relationship with Priscilla sour. She moves out and he has a hard time even caring, except that she took Lisa Marie and it just twists the dagger of having already lost one child. There are other girls, like there always have been, but they never fill the void that you leave. He has a you-shaped hole in his heart that no amount of sex or romance or even love can fill. 1972 slides by, he films Elvis on Tour, and he plays shows across the United States. He plays Vegas again and then tours again, hoping that by keeping himself busy he'll notice your absence less.

Finally, he prepares for the Aloha from Hawaii concert that will be broadcast across the world. He tries to get back into peak physical shape and does everything he can to throw himself fully into this concert. In the process, he squashes the last hope of you ever showing up again. It's been three years.

You're gone.

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Covid hits strong in 2020 and your world gets upended. You learn to work from home, host zoom call happy hours with your friends (even though you're pregnant and can't drink), and wear a mask anytime you're in public, which isn't often. In September, you give birth (alone and in a mask) to your daughter and name her Erin Love. She's perfectly healthy and looks so much like her brother you think you've given birth to his twin. And again you weep. Elvis is missing this and you know it'll break him if he ever finds out.

2020 fades into 2021 and you still can't risk going out with a baby. Every time you start to think it might be safe, a new strain or variant shows up and the world cowers in fear again. Vegas opens, but you're terrified, both of traveling and of the possibility of sending Covid back to 1971.

So, you wait. You wait and you wait and you keep waiting until your baby is old enough and the virus seems to slow down. Still, Vegas, with its masses of people, seems too risky. Finally, in December of 2022 you have an idea. You start making plans to head to Hawaii with both kids and your mom in January of 2023. Hawaii is much more secluded and you know exactly where he will be.

When you ask your mom to come with you, she wants to know why. This is going to be a very expensive vacation and she's not sure why you need her. You sit on her couch trying to decide just how much you should tell her. Eventually, you settle on something very close to the truth.

"John is there. We haven't seen each other in three years." You look down at the ring on your finger.

"I was starting to wonder if he still existed."

"I'm not even sure he'll want to see me..." You look at the ceiling to try to stop yourself from crying, but it doesn't work and the tears come sliding down your face.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm sure he does. He loves you."

"I hope so." She pulls you into a hug.

"I will go with you. I'll watch the kids so you two can get reacquainted."

"Thank you, mom."

Once she agrees to go with you, you drop an ungodly amount of money to stay in his suite and pack up both kids to fly to the islands. You decide not to tell John Jessie why you're going, just in case it doesn't work out. He's almost 6 now and he asks about his daddy damn near everyday. Somehow, he remembers him despite the fact that it's been almost 3 years since he's seen him. Erin's too little to ask questions. She doesn't even know she has a daddy, which breaks your heart every time you think about it.

******

After a rehearsal, Elvis heads to his suite to rest. He's 100% invested in what he's doing. But out of nowhere, he thinks of you again. He hums the song he's designated as yours and goes to work changing out of his jumpsuit.

He's got the zipper all the way down when he hears a sound that makes his heart stop. There it is, the old familiar buzzing. He hasn't heard it in so long. He turns slowly, sees the portal, and practically runs through it without thinking about the fact that he has no clothes packed and is wearing a jumpsuit.

******

When Elvis comes through the portal, he stops and stares at you. He's so in shock that he doesn't know how to respond. Your mouth pops open in awe of him standing there in the American Eagle jumpsuit fully unzipped. He looks better than you could've imagined. Obviously, you've seen the footage, but it really didn't do him justice. He zips it back up and gives you a hard stare.

"It's been three fucking years, y/n."

"I know-" You don't get any further though because John Jessie comes bounding into the room. He runs to Elvis and jumps on him. He's supposed to be napping with your mom in one of the bedrooms.

"Daddy! I heard you!" Elvis grabs him and holds him tightly.

"Heyyy buddy, I missed you so much!" You can tell he's trying hard not to cry. You look nervously towards the bedroom. If your mom sees him in this jumpsuit, it'll be impossible to explain.

"Bubby, where's your grandma?"

"She's asleep." You breathe easier and John Jessie turns back to his daddy. He launches into a monologue that only a 5-year-old can follow, but Elvis sits with him on the couch and listens attentively. You stand and watch the scene and Elvis glances at you every once in a while.

After about 15 minutes, you hear Erin cry from the room where she is taking her nap. Elvis looks up at you, shocked.

"Who is that?"

"That's my sister. She's little still." John Jessie answers knowingly. Elvis's head swivels to you so fast.

"Sister?" You nod and duck out of the room to grab Erin before her crying wakes your mom up. When you come back, Elvis looks at both of you and his eyes are shiny with tears. "Is she-?"

"She's yours." He stands up and immediately takes her from you.

"What's her name?"

"Erin Love."

"Love? Like my..." He trails off and looks at her lovingly.

"Yes. Like your mother." He holds her to himself and looks up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. He pulls back and looks at her again while she babbles to him.

"Baby, do you know I'm your daddy?" She looks up at him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes!" She smiles widely and he holds her close to him again. He looks at you incredulously.

"We have another baby."

"Yes, we do." He kisses her cheek and sets her down on the floor, turning to you. His eyes burn through you and he whispers angrily.

"Where the fuck have you been?! We have a daughter?!"

"Please, Elvis, I can explain."

"You better. I'm going to spend the evening with my kids, but you better have a damn good story when they go to bed."

You nod. How will you get him to understand Covid?

******

He changes into some clothes you have for him and helps you put the kids to bed. Despite not knowing the routine, he proves to be pretty helpful. You're amazed at how well John Jessie remembers him. Your mom seems to just know she should make herself scarce through the whole evening and stays in the room. Once you get both kids in bed, you sit on the couch facing him, heart pounding and stomach in knots. He looks at you with a mixture of sadness and anger.

"Tell me why, y/n."

"There is a new virus." You desperately try to explain everything that's happened over the last three years.

"So you couldn't come to me because of a cold virus?"

"Elvis, you don't understand. This was a global pandemic. Everything was closed and people all around the world were dying. They literally shut down Las Vegas."

"I've been other places." He responds, the anger in his voice obvious.

"I know, but I couldn't risk our kids. Or the possibility of you taking this virus back to your time. I finally feel safe here in Hawaii."

"I don't know, y/n, I'm glad you're okay and I'm especially excited to see the kids. But I thought I'd lost you. I buried you in my mind."

"Did you- did you move on?" For the first time, the reality that your marriage to Elvis might be over hits you in the gut and your eyes widen. Elvis isn't sure how to answer. He has a girlfriend, and technically another wife. But he looks at you sitting in front of him and can't help but feel the connection that's bound you together for over fifteen years. He wants to be angry so badly, but really all he is is sad. Sad that he missed the first two and a half years of his daughter's life. Sad that he went so long without all of you. Sad that you almost feel like a stranger now.

You sit on the couch staring at each other waiting for his answer.

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Come back soon for Chapter 14!

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libraryofgage · 5 months

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PJO Steddie Five

One | Two | Three | Four

Here it is! We learn El's parent in this one, and there's a wonderfully healthy dose of Steddie throughout the whole part.

There's a meme on this one, too lol

If you see any typos, no you didn't ^_^

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It should not have taken five days to drive from Athens, Tennessee, to Camp Half-Blood in Long Island. Eddie wouldn't be surprised if Chrissy and his bandmates thought he'd died some horrible death while on this retrieval. But Eddie would love to meet the person who can tell Steve and a gaggle of demigod children to hurry up and get to camp already. They spent two days at Hearth and Home just for the pool, and various stops along the way followed that same pattern.

It was, in all honesty, the most relaxed retrieval mission Eddie has ever fucking experienced. Only one monster ever gave them trouble (another harpy--go figure--that Steve dispatched with ease and no injury) while the rest would sniff around and eventually have their eyes glaze over like they'd lost interest or encountered something familiar. They'd then move on, leaving the group to continue their meal in relative peace.

But for as relaxed as Eddie and the kids are, Steve is ramped to the absolute limit. His shoulders remain tense, his leg bounces whenever he sits still too long, his eyes constantly survey their surroundings, and he seems to have placed a distance between himself and Eddie. It hurts to see, especially considering the literal spark between them, but Eddie tells himself it's just until they get to camp and Steve sees for himself that they're safe.

And that moment is getting closer as they hike up Half-Blood Hill, Steve's car left at the foot until Eddie can convince Chiron and Mr. D to let him park it in the camp itself. "That big tree there is where the protective barrier starts," Eddie explains, pointing at Thalia's tree. "It used to be a girl, but there was a whole thing with the Golden Fleece, and long story short, she's running around with Artemis now."

"Can I run around with Artemis?" Max asks, her voice eager as she falls back to keep pace with Steve and Eddie.

Steve snorts, and Eddie notices the way his hand tightens on his bat. His knuckles turn white and the muscles in his forearm straining slightly and Eddie has to look away before his mouth gets too dry. "Maybe when you're older," Steve says, "After you can beat me in a spar."

Max groans, stomping her way back to Lucas with hunched shoulders and a quiet mutter that she won't be winning anytime soon.

They reach the top of the hill then, and Eddie watches as the group slows down. El in particular falls back until she's next to Steve and can grip his hand tightly. Her beanie seems to be squirming, but the movement is so subtle that Eddie thinks he's probably seeing the air ripples from the heat. He hurries to the front of the group and grins at them. "Okay! You ready to enter Camp Half-Blood, AKA the best place ever?" he asks.

"Just get on with it already," Mike says, crossing his arms as Erica nods in agreement.

Eddie, in an incredibly mature move, sticks out his tongue, and he's rewarded with a quiet laugh from Steve. "As I was saying, once you pass by the tree, I'll introduce you to Chiron, the activities director here. After that, we'll get cabin arrangements, measure you for armor and swords, and give a full tour. Of course, I'll be the one showing you around, which means you'll be getting the best possible version of the tour."

He waits for applause, but it never comes, and Eddie pouts at them. "Can't you be more excited? This is, like, the first time I've managed to bring back kids who aren't terrified."

"Oh boy," Dustin says, his voice high and fake, "I can't wait for Eddie to show us around Camp Half-Blood."

"Joke all you like, Henderson, I'm taking it as a compliment," Eddie says, darting forward and pushing down the bill of Dustin's cap. He moves back easily and claps his hands. "Okay! Step on through, please."

The kids all glance back at Steve, and he smiles encouragingly. As a group, they move past the perimeter of the tree until only Steve and El are left standing on the edge. Eddie flashes a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it's gonna be great. El and the kids can meet more demigods their age, and you, Stevie, can relax since you won't have any monsters coming after you."

Steve nods and looks at El. "You ready?" he asks. She holds his hand even tighter--and Eddie is starting to worry about Steve's bones here--but nods.

Together, they step over the threshold.

Or, well, Steve does. El is stuck on the other side, Steve's hand still in hers but unable to pull her through. Her shoulders drop, and despite Steve's best efforts, she can't get an inch over the barrier that ripples between them. Resigned, she looks down at their hands, her grip starting to loosen some.

Eddie stares at this scene with wide eyes, and a few things suddenly make sense. No wonder Steve wouldn't say who El's godly parent is. She technically doesn't have one. The odd protectiveness makes a lot of sense now, too. And so does the way monsters would apparently move on like the gaggle of demigods was uninteresting.

"Well," Steve says, breaking Eddie out of his epiphany, "we gave it a shot."

With that, he steps back through the barrier, the rest of the kids quickly follow suit, and Eddie can feel them slipping through his fingers. "Wait!" he shouts, relieved when Steve looks up at him.

He's about to give El permission, to say everything is gonna be fine, to beg on his fucking knees if that will keep Steve--and the kids, of course--from walking away.

This is, of course, when the fucking armored and armed barrier patrol (a tradition that never really faded despite the camp's renewed safety) decides to show up.

Eddie just can't get a fucking break, huh?

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The moment arrows, swords, and spears (among other weapons) are aimed at them, Steve shoves the kids behind him. El sticks the closest, practically hugging his back, but he knows she'll pull away if it comes down to a fight. Steve twirls his bat, his eyes narrowed as he takes stock of his potential opponents.

The barrier shimmers between the two groups, a slight haze in his vision, and Eddie stands in the middle, one foot on each side of the barrier, looking a little frazzled. That's when a girl comes forward, her blonde hair pulled in a ponytail, a bow in hand, and her quiver slung over her shoulder. She smiles at Eddie, bright like the sun, and Steve feels a familiar-but-not kind of buzzing under his skin.

"Eddie! You're okay!" she shouts, dashing forward and hugging him tightly.

Steve's throat feels tight as Eddie hugs her back, his grip on the bat straining until he hears the reinforced wood groan and forces himself to loosen up. "Eddie," he says, a huge part of him relieved when Eddie immediately looks at him.

The girl looks between the two of them, and her eyes widen, and she smiles excitedly, and Steve suddenly feels a little better.

"Hello, I'm Chrissy," she says, walking over to stand across the barrier from Steve. "We got an alert that a monster was trying to cross, so we came to offer help. Everything looks fine, though, so come on through."

Steve feels El tug on the back of his shirt as the kids shift nervously. "We're good, actually," Lucas blurts out, unable to handle the silence.

Chrissy blinks, her smile still present but her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "You're...good?" she asks.

"Yeah," Steve says, licking his lips nervously, "I'm sure Camp Half-Blood is fun and all, but we can't stay."

"Why not? You'll be safer here."

Steve doesn't know how to answer that question, and El spares him the effort of trying to by saying, "I can't get through." He wants to spin around and grab her shoulders and ask what she's thinking, but it's El's choice to tell people, no matter how much Steve might disagree with her.

"Oh," Chrissy says, her smile dimming some before she brightens again. "Are you mortal? That's okay, we can just give you permission."

It's the perfect excuse, and Steve is ready to fucking run with it, but El shakes her head. "I'm not mortal," she says.

A heavy silence falls over the group on the other side of the barrier as the demigods understand what she means. "What kind of monster are you?" a boy asks, his hand twitching as though ready to reach for an arrow.

"Look, it doesn't matter," Steve says, a bad feeling forming in his gut. His nerves start buzzing on instinct, crackling and pulling at the clouds just a tiny bit. "We'll leave you alone and go our separate ways. You'll....you'll never see us again." And Steve can't help his voice softening, glancing at Eddie as he says that last part.

Because he wants to see Eddie again. He wants to learn about the literal spark they shared. He wants to know if Eddie's lips are soft or rough. But Steve always puts the kids first. Their safety comes before everything else, even himself.

"Wait! There's no need to go," Eddie says, holding his hands out to both sides but looking at Steve. "El isn't dangerous. We can still give her permission."

"Like Hades we are!" the same boy shouts.

"Jason!" Chrissy says, her tone hard as she whirls around.

Jason looks insulted and confused. "What are you yelling at me for? I'm not the one trying to bring a fucking monster into camp."

"She's not a monster! Stop saying that," Mike shouts, trying to push forward only for Steve to push him right back.

"Oh? Then what is she?" Jason asks.

"Her name is El," Steve says, his voice hard and unforgiving, "and she is my sister."

Several of the campers' eyes widen, and suddenly their bows are loaded and ready to shoot. "You brought two monsters to camp!" a girl shouts, glaring at Eddie.

Steve frowns, trying to control the building anger and wariness. Based on the slowly gathering clouds overhead, it's not working.

"Those things are dangerous," Jason says, his eyes narrowed. "I bet the rest are monsters in disguise, too."

"No!" Eddie shouts, "they got through the barrier."

"Oh? Prove it. Walk through right now."

The kids don't move an inch and neither does Steve. Chrissy turns back to them, an uncomfortable grimace tugging at her lips. "It would really help to diffuse things if you could just step over," she says softly.

"Not without El," Max says, glaring at the group.

"Or Steve," Lucas adds.

Despite everything, Steve can't help a wry smile and a joking, "Gee, thanks for thinking of me," thrown over his shoulder.

"Well, isn't that convenient," Jason sneers, "None of the monsters want to cross."

He pulls his bowstring back a little farther, and the clouds above them start to gather faster, tiny sparks jumping under Steve's hand on the bat. He grits his teeth, trying desperately to not get lost in anger, and takes a deep breath. "Listen, this obviously isn't going to work," he says, looking at Eddie. He smiles apologetically. "Thank you for trying, though. It was...a nice thought."

And then several things happen all at once.

Eddie's eyes widen, desperation seeps into them, and he shouts, "I give El permission to cross the barrier!"

El starts to move around Steve like she wants to talk to Chrissy herself, her beanie squirming obviously.

The rest of the kids behind Steve get caught up in El's movements and try to follow, pushing Steve forward a step and bumping El slightly to the side.

His annoyance flares, and dark clouds stretch above them with a quiet, nearly inaudible rumble of thunder.

Finally, an arrow is loosed from the group of demigods, and its path would have been true if not for the kids pushing Steve. Instead, it shoots El's beanie clear off her head and lands in the grass behind the kids, just barely missing Dustin and Will in the process.

Really, Steve can't be blamed for what happened next. Between El's snakes freaking out and the kids shouting and the arrow in the grass overpowering his vision, he really can't be blamed.

It's only understandable that he loses it, that his tenuous control fucking snaps.

A bellowing crack of thunder above them is the only warning the demigods get before a bolt of lightning strikes the ground right next to them. The sheer force of it creates a whole nearly two feet deep, knocking the demigods back a few feet as more bolts follow in its wake. Each one burns the ground where it strikes, and tiny fires feed on the grass.

Little arches of lightning jump across Steve's arms, his hair fluffing out slightly from the static. His chest is heaving from anger and electricity and the aftermath of so much tension finally breaking free as bolts corral the demigods into a tiny circle, striking all around them to prevent escape.

"Steve," El says, the sound of her grabbing his attention more than her words. But when Steve looks at her and sees the snakes on her head rubbing against each other and tasting the air and trying to stay as close to her scalp as possible, his anger flares again at the reminder of the arrow that could have killed his kids. Not only the arrow, but El's snakes could have hurt them, too. If not for the kids immediately squeezing their eyes shut, a few might be statues right now. Sure, it would wear off in a bit, and Steve is immune anyway since he's related to El, but it's fucking inconvenient and dangerous given the situation.

"Stay back," he growls, his words crackling with the lightning as he turns back to the demigods. They look scared shitless, and Steve hasn't even done anything yet. The only ones who haven't been corralled are Chrissy and Eddie, since neither of them actually did anything.

He steps forward, an arch of lightning stretching between his heel and the ground when he lifts his foot. The nails on his bat spark and glow red, looking nearly as angry as Steve feels. Steve crosses the barrier, feels it wash over him, and stops just on the other side. He smiles at the demigods, feral and unrestrained as a storm, and raises his hand to the sky.

Or he starts to only for his view to be blocked by brown hair in desperate need of a good shampoo and big brown eyes. Steve blinks, a tiny portion of his anger calming if only because he's looking at Eddie. "Move, Eds," he says.

"Stevie," Eddie whispers, his voice nearly drowned out by the rumbling thunder. So Steve pulls it back, forces it to quiet down so he can hear. "C’mon, sweetheart, there's no need to smite them. They've already peed themselves."

"They almost killed my kids," Steve says, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What would you do if you were me?"

"Well, I wouldn't look nearly as hot, for one," Eddie jokes, flashing a shaky smile.

"You're already plenty hot," Steve blurts, the shock of the words calming him down a tiny bit more. And, when he hears Lucas and Erica behind him complain as El thanks Will for retrieving her beanie, his anger finally soothes enough for lightning to stop striking the ground. The clouds are still hanging over them, though, and sparks still arch across his arms and through his hair.

Eddie's smile becomes a bit wider. "Seriously, sweetheart, there's no need," he promises. "I already gave El permission to enter. She can cross the barrier. Word will spread in camp that nobody can mess with her without getting their shit rocked by a very powerful son of Zeus. Don't you want to relax? Don't you want the kids to meet others like them? Don't you...don't you want to, you know, spend time together?"

Steve does want all of that. Especially that last one, because he's never been talked down from an unbridled, anger-fueled, lighting strike marathon this easily. Usually, the kids have to let him work through the anger and vent it all before he's back to normal.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to focus on calming down. When Eddie hesitantly takes his hand, Steve calms down even faster, and the sparks that pass between their palms are harmless. "That's it, Stevie," Eddie whispers as Steve's shoulders relax. "Besides, you can always beat Jason's ass at capture the flag later."

Steve can't help laughing at that, and he opens his eyes to see Eddie's smile. "Looking forward to it," he says, squeezing Eddie's hand. Then he looks over his shoulder at the kids. "Is everyone okay?" he asks.

The kids are all gathered around El, who has secured her beanie over her head. Unfortunately, the arrow made a larger hole than expected, and two of her snakes are poking their heads out, tongues flicking as they taste the air. They aren't strong enough on their own to actually turn anyone to stone, so none of the kids avoid looking at them.

"We are fine," El says with a tiny smile as she steps forward. Steve is about to tell her to be careful when she walks through the barrier without a problem.

The other kids follow, sticking close to El and then orbiting toward Steve and Eddie. "That was awesome!" Dustin shouts, his eyes bright as he looks at the scorch marks that create a circle around the demigods that haven't moved an inch.

"Yes, it was awesome," a voice says, old and wise and belonging to a centaur that has trotted over from the camp gates and comes to a stop before them. "Though, probably not in the way you mean, young one."

"Chiron, hey, how's it going?" Eddie asks, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifts to stand in front of Steve. "This, uh, was all a misunderstanding, really."

Chiron raises an eyebrow at Eddie, but Steve can see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "I see. Is that so, Chrissy?" he asks.

"Yeah, it is," Chrissy says, nodding once as she glances at Jason, "because Jason was trigger-happy and wouldn't let anyone talk."

"I see," Chiron says again, looking back at Steve and the kids behind him. "Well, I look forward to hearing all about it and getting to know our potential campers at the Big House. Over some snacks, perhaps?"

He seems nice enough, and something about Chiron just makes Steve feel confident that nothing will happen to the kids. At least, not for the next hour or so, and that's good enough. Still, he can't help pushing just to see the extent of Chiron's patience. "Even if my sister's mother is a gorgon?" he asks, watching Chiron closely.

"Am I correct in assuming her mother is Medusa?" Chiron asks.

"Yes," El says, answering for Steve as the two snakes poking through rub their heads on Steve's arm. "She's very nice."

Chiron seems to be holding back an amused smile at that, and he nods. "I'm sure," he says, nodding once. "Yes, you are still welcome, my dear. After all, our very own Eddie Munson has vouched for you."

Steve can feel the kids behind him relaxing, and he glances at Eddie to see the relieved smile on his face. "Okay then," he says, looking back at Chiron, "lead the way."

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