#evie hyde

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Head Fucked

This is an unofficial sequel to Head-Fuck one of @misseviehyde‘s hottest stories

Monica's heart pounded as she stood in front of the door, clutching the address she had found after a lengthy search. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with doubt and uncertainty. What if Violet remembered her as the same person she had tormented all those years ago? What if she slammed the door in her face?

Summoning her courage, Monica raised her hand and knocked on the door. The seconds ticked by like hours as she waited, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. She didn’t have a lot of time before Wren got home from school and paraded around like the bitchy brat she was now. Finally, the door creaked open, revealing a girl her daughter’s age. She wore glasses and had a friendly face.

“Hi can I help you?” She asked with a pleasant smile.

Taken aback for a moment and concerned she didn’t have the right address, Monica timidly asked, “I’m looking for Violet?”

“Thats me! Well I go by Lettie. Oh but I guess you actually want my mom right? Let me go get her.” The young girl said and disappeared back into the house. Monica took a moment to come to grips with Violet having a daughter. It seemed appropriate that someone as vain and conceited as Violet would name her daughter after herself but this girl seemed so friendly and nice.

Her mind didn’t have long to dwell on it because a moment later she found herself face to face with a middle-aged, but still outrageously beautiful woman with a look of surprise on her face appeared at the door.

"Can I help you?" Violet asked, her voice cautious.

Monica met Violet's gaze, her heart pounding louder. "Violet," she began, her voice slightly shaky. "It's been a long time."

Recognition flickered in Violet's eyes, and her expression shifted from surprise to a mix of curiosity and something else—remorse, perhaps? "Monica?" she said softly, disbelief lacing her words.

Monica nodded, feeling a lump in her throat. "Yes, it's me. I know this might sound crazy, but I need your help."

Violet's gaze held Monica's for a moment before she stepped aside. "Come in," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

An hour later and Violet sat open mouthed at the take she had just heard. The idea that some magical clay could have made a copy of her was unbelievable and even more outlandish that it would transform an innocent girl like Wren into a mega bitch but Violet couldn’t deny the sincerity in Monica’s voice.

"I'm so sorry, Monica. This is all my fault. If I hadn't been such a bully in school, your daughter would still be the sweet and kind girl I'm sure she is."

Monica's eyes softened as she watched Violet, seeing a mixture of regret and concern on her face. "I'm not here to make you feel guilty," Monica said gently. "I'm here to ask for your help."

Violet looked up, her gaze meeting Monica's with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What can I do?"

Monica's eyes brightened with a spark of hope. "There's a way to reverse the transformation, but I need your insight," she said, leaning in closer. "Wren needs to touch a sculpted bust I've carefully glued back together over the course of a few months. It will break the clay's hold on her, but the challenge is that she's constantly surrounded by her loyal betas."

Violet's brows furrowed in thought. "Severing her from her clique won't be easy, they were extremely loyal to me back in high school and I loved having them around to applaud my bad behaviour. But I know a few things that might delay them for awhile," she mused.

Tears welled up in Monica's eyes as relief flooded over her. She couldn't believe that the person who had once caused her so much pain was now offering a helping hand. She hugged Violet tightly. "Thank you, Violet. You have no idea what this means to me."

Violet patted her back gently. "We're in this together now. But we must act quickly. "

Monica rushed home and prepared for her daughter’s arrival and hoped Violet’s plan would work. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Wren stormed into the house in a huff right on queue. Her expression was a mix of anger and annoyance. Monica, acting concerned, approached her. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Wren's frustration spilled out. "Not that it’s any of your fucking business loser but it’s my friends! They just blew me off. I texted them to hang out, and they all had excuses. How dare they do this to me! I might just have to fuck all their boyfriends to remind them who is in charge."

“Wren I have something to show-” Monica began before Wren shot her a look that blazed with a thousand fires.

“What the hell did you call me?” Her daughter said through gritted teeth as she stepped closer to Monica. Monica shuddered with fear but pushed through, knowing that hopefully their nightmare would soon be over.

“I called you Wren because that’s who you are. You’re not Violet, you’re my daughter and you’re going to be my little girl again.” Monica said as she produced the cobbled together bust of Wren’s face much to Wren’s horror.

Before Wren or Monica could make a move, the sound of laughter and chatter reached their ears. Wren's friends had arrived. Monica's heart raced as she exchanged a quick glance with Wren, both knowing that the crucial moment had arrived.

Wren smirked superiorly at Monica, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "Nice try, Monica, but I'm not going anywhere near that bust," she taunted as she sauntered over to the door to open it.

However amongst her friends at the door was a woman who was incredibly familiar, she had a face that Wren looked at every day. Older Violet stood there, a determined expression on her face. "Oh yes, you will," she declared, her voice commanding.

Wren's smug expression faltered as she stared at Violet in disbelief. "Violet? What are you doing here?"

Older Violet's gaze locked onto Wren's friends, who stood awaiting her orders. "Hold her," she commanded, her voice carrying an undeniable authority.

In an instant, Wren's friends moved forward, their expressions filled with evil glee as they grabbed Wren's arms and held her in place, defying her struggles.

Monica watched, her heart pounding, as Violet took a step closer to Wren, her eyes unwavering. "Wren, it's time you learned your place," Violet said firmly as she took the bust from Monica’s hands.

Wren struggled against her friends' grip as Violet advanced, the sculpted bust in her hands. Fear and anger battled within her as she cried out, "You can't do this! I'm Violet! I'm a goddess!"

Violet's gaze remained unyielding, her determination unshaken by Wren's protests. With steady purpose, held the bust close enough for Wren’s friends to pull her hands onto the bust. Once they touched the clay started to seep off of Wren back onto the bust.

The transformation started slowly at first, a subtle change that moved like ripples through Wren's body. Violet's gaze darkened as she watched, her voice unwavering even as Wren's identity was in flux. "No dear, you’re just a copy," she stated coldly, the words carrying a weight of disgust.

Wren's struggles intensified as the clay's hold on her began to weaken. The confidence that had once empowered her as Violet now wavered, replaced by uncertainty and fear. And in that moment of vulnerability, Monica saw a glimmer of her daughter returning, a chance for her to break free from the grip of the past.

As Violet continued to press Wren's hands onto the sculpted bust, the clay worked its magic with an eerie precision. Wren's struggles intensified, her cries reaching a crescendo as the dark energy that had taken hold of her began to unravel.

In a sudden burst, the clay released its grip on Wren's body and flowed fast back onto the bust. Wren crumpled to the floor, dropped by her bitchy former friends. Violet, with a calculated calmness, took the sculpted bust, a victorious glint in her eyes as she carefully secured it away from Wren's reach.

Monica rushed to her daughter's side, embracing her tightly as Wren gasped for breath. "Thank you so much, Violet. How did you convince her friends to betray her?" Monica said, her voice filled with gratitude.

“Your pathetic daughter was just a poser, her friends recognized the true genuine article when they saw it and when I told them my evil plan to take the power from her, they were more than happy to help, isn’t that right girls.” Violet said with new malice dripping from her words. Monica’s eyes grew wide as she realized that Violet hadn’t changed after all, she was still the conniving butch she always had been and Monica now gave her a change to be young again.

"Please, Violet, it probably wont even work on you. We have to make sure this never hurts anyone again. Please I beg you!"

Violet, unfazed by Monica's pleas, simply shook her head. "Oh please I don’t need this thing. Look at me, I’m still a fucking goddess. No this bust is for someone else.”

Confusion clouded Monica's face as she struggled to understand Violet's motives. Before she could inquire further, Violet snapped her fingers, and in an instant, the bitchy army obediently exited the room.

As Wren's ex friends reentered the room, they dragged in another figure, bound and gagged. It took a moment for Monica to recognize her as Violet's daughter, Lettie. The room fell into a tense silence as the girls dropped Lettie to the ground, removing the gag that silenced her struggles.

Lettie looked up at her mother with a mixture of confusion and fear. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the sculpted bust Violet held in her hands. "Mom? What's going on? What are you holding?"

Violet's expression remained stoic, a mask that revealed nothing of her inner thoughts. The bitchy clique exchanged smirking glances, clearly excited about the unfolding situation. Monica finally put two and two together and said with a sense of urgency in her voice, "Violet, please, let Lettie go. She doesn't need to be a part of this."

Violet, however, seemed unyielding. "Oh shut up you fucking loser. It took every ounce of my strength not to bully you back at my house. You’re just as pathetic as you were back in school. Just as weak as your daughter. Just as soft as my daughter," she replied coldly, her gaze shifting between the sculpted bust and her daughter, who awaited an explanation with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

"I had hoped Lettie would grow into a cruel-hearted and powerful bitch like me, but she cares for people," Violet declared coldly. "She stands up to bullies and uses our fantastic wealth to help others. It's made me sick these past 18 years, but that all changes today, thanks to you, Monica, and this wonderful bust you made."

A chill ran down Monica's spine as Violet advanced on Lettie, who was too slow to react. With a swift and determined move, Violet seized Lettie’s hands and forced them onto the sculpted bust. Lettie’s eyes widened in shock and fear as the transformative magic of the clay began to take effect.

The clay flowed deviously from the sculpted bust onto Lettie’s hands, creating an eerie and malevolent connection between the two. Lettie, initially frozen in shock, threw her head back in sudden electric pleasure, a sinister gleam in her eyes hinting at the transformation's evil nature.

As the dark magic took hold, her body underwent a wicked metamorphosis. From an unathletic and nerdy frame emerged a figure with larger, more impressive tits, pouty lips that exuded a touch of cruelty, and sleek hair that tied up into a bitchy ponytail, framing a face now marked by an evil beauty. Perfect skin replaced any imperfection, and her nails elongated with a delicious curve, reflecting a newfound vanity.

Flabby skin gave way to became toned perfection, and her waist tightened to create a silhouette that echoed a cruel kind of confidence.

Amidst the gasps and shock, Lettie’s expression evolved into a devious smirk, embodying the dark persona of her new body. Her eyes, once timid, now sparkled with an evil glint. The room, shrouded in an atmosphere of foreboding, witnessed a metamorphosis that transcended the physical, leaving an unsettling aura in its wake.

Lettie moaned in delight as she gazed upon her new form. Her bitchy long nails running over her tight new body. She resisted the urge to shove her hand in her panties and touch her tingling pussy.

“Oh mommy, what a wonderful gift. Now I’m your perfect bitchy daughter. I can finally live up to my name. I’m a true Violet now.” The new younger Violet giggled.

Monica and Wren looked on, both transfixed by the transformation that had taken place. Monica was horrified by the evil that she had unwittingly unleashed but Wren was now jealous of the power she had lost. Crawling over to the older Violet, she began to beg.

“Please give it back! I want to be Violet again. I’ll be your perfect daughter, aren’t you impressed with how I made my mom into my little bitch?” Wren said clawing at Violet’s leg. Both Violets looked at her with disdain.

“If you really had her under your thumb like I had all those years ago then she wouldn’t have sought out my help in the first place. My daughter is the true heir and once I put in the papers for her transfer to your school she’ll show you what a true bully looks like.” Older Violet said with a knowingly smirk.

“Really mommy? That’s so wicked and evil I love it! I can’t wait to make you my grovelling little simp,” Younger Violet said looking down at Wren in disgust. “You can start by gathering up all the sexy clothes you’ve bought as me so I can get a head start on putting together my slutty wardrobe. If you’re fast maybe I’ll even let you lick my pussy so you can get a taste of what it was like to be perfect.”

Wren quickly got to her feet and headed for her bedroom but Monica caught her arm and pleaded with her to stop.

“Fuck off mom, you ruined everything! I’ll do anything Violet asks me now, she’s a goddess. I should know!” Wren said with pure venom in her voice as she shook off her mother’s grip and headed upstairs.

“Darling why don’t you and your new friends go up to Wren’s bedroom and ‘help’ her out? Me and Monica here are going to reminisce about old times.” Old Violet said with an evil smirk that was exchanged by her daughter as she and her loyal betas ran upstairs giggling.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” Monica said trembling as Violet closed in on her.

“Oh just something my daughter said really put me in the mood. So loser, get licking, I don’t have all day.” Violet grinned as she hiked up her skirt and showed off her bare glistening pussy.

WEEKS LATER

“And if I do this, you’ll finally let me in the clique?” Wren asked a waiting Violet. Wren was dressed as slutty and as hot as her dorky body could manage, trying to mimic her idol. However no one was close to Violet and her beauty.

“Yes idiot, you’ve been so loyal these past few weeks that this is your final test. Go into the principals office and convince him to give us all straight A’s for the rest of the year, by any means necessary.” Violet said with a devious grin. Wren nodded enthusiastically and marched into the principal’s office.

“Are you really going to let that loser into our gang babes?” Laura, Violet’s unwaveringly loyal number two, asked. Violet shot her a cheeky smile.

“Well if she doesn’t get herself expelled I’ll consider promoting her to our official cum cleaner. After all her mother is a natural so she should be no different.” Violet said as they waited for Wren.

Meanwhile miles away back at Violet’s house, her mother was receiving a rejuvenating mud facical courtesy of the melted down remains of Lettie’s bust. The mud melted pleasurably into her skin erasing the minor wrinkles she had and tightening the skin all across her body.

Violet moaned in pleasure as she felt twenty years younger. She would take Lettie’s place in the private school she had transferred her out of, losing as her sister and she would cause havoc for a new generation all over again. Her plan made her positively gush and she knew just who to service her.

Snapping her fingers, Monica appeared quickly at the door wearing the slutty maid outfit Violet forced her to wear.

“Mistress you are looking divine.” Monica said like a sycophant. Weeks of constant service had beaten her down into a submissive slave for Violet and her daughter.

“Silence worm. I want that tongue to be focused on doing one thing only now. Now come to mommy.” Violet said with a cold purr as Monica crawled over to her waiting pussy.

[trikis-turntables]

I have a really silly hc about Hyde

and it's that i'd like to think Hyde gets fished up from the Styx like a wet kitten everytime he dies by Hades or Charon and gets unceremoniously yeeted back up into the human realm. Hades and Hyde being the incorrigible workaholics they are however, have found a more efficient solution.

Hyde: It takes too much time to manually fish me out of the Styx and return me. I have a proposal. Hades: Go on. Hyde:

at some point Hyde just learns the layout of Tartarus or wherever he gets dropped in and asks Hades to set up a trebuchet/catapult so he can get back to the surface faster lmao.

et voila, back to PW in a jiffy.

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Master list!

Here’s what/who I currently write smut/fluff for!

Huge disclaimer: if you know a character is a minor then you should know I will not write smut for them. Ty loves!

Full / fuller house

Jesse Katsopolis

Joey Gladstone

Danny Tanner

(Older) DJ Tanner

(Older) Stephanie Tanner

(Older) Kimmy Kibbler

Matt Harmon

Heart stopper

Nick Nelson (fluff)

Charlie Spring (fluff)

Tara Jones (fluff)

Darcy (fluff)

Issac (fluff)

Tori Spring (depends on what’s requested)

Aled (fluff)

Tou Xu (fluff)

Elle (fluff)

The summer I turned pretty

Conrad Fisher (smut/fluff)

Jeremiah Fisher (smut/fluff)

Steven Conklin (smut/fluff)

Isabell Conklin (fluff)

Susannah Fisher (fluff)

Laurel Conklin (fluff)

The Black Phone

Finney Blake (fluff)

Robin Arellano (fluff)

Bruce Yamada (fluff)

Vance Hopper (fluff)

Griffin Stagg (fluff any one who requests smut is blocked)

Billy Showalter (fluff)

Metal Lords

Hunter Sylvester (smut/fluff)

Kevin (smut/fluff)

Emily (smut/fluff)

That 70s show

Steven Hyde (smut/fluff)

Eric Forman (smut/fluff)

Jackie Burkheart (smut/fluff)

Michael Kelso (smut/fluff)

Fez (probably just fluff)

Donna Pincioti (smut/fluff)

Divergent

Tris Prior (smut/fluff)

Caleb Prior (smut/fluff)

Tobias Eaton (four) (smut/fluff)

Christina (smut/fluff)

Eric (smut/fluff)

Chucky (the series)

Junior Wheeler (fluff)

Jake Wheeler (fluffy malexmale only)

Lexy Cross (fluff)

Devon Evans (fluff)

Tiffany / Jennifer Tilly (smut/fluff)

The sandlot

Benny Rodriguez (fluff)

Scott Smalls (fluff)

Michael Palledorous (fluff)

Hamilton Porter (fluff)

Alan “yeah-yeah” Mcclean (fluff)

Bertram Grover Weeks (fluff)

Wendy Peffercorn (fluff)

Kenny Denunez (fluff)

Fear Street

Simon Kalivoda (smut/fluff)

Deena (smut/fluff femalexfemale only)

Kate Schmidt (smut/fluff)

Josh (fluff)

Heather (smut/fluff)

Cindy Berman (smut/fluff)

Ziggy Berman (fluff)

Tommy Slater (smut/fluff)

Nick Goode (smut/fluff)

Descendents

Harry Hook (smut/fluff)

Mal (fluff)

Evie (fluff)

Jay (fluff)

Carlos (fluff)

Ben (fluff)

Uma (fluff)

Gil Gaston (fluff)

Jane (fluff)

Audrey (fluff)

The Breakfast Club

John Bender (smut/fluffish)

Andrew Clark (smut/fluff)

Brian Johnson (smut/fluff)

Claire Standish (smut/fluff)

Allison Reynolds (smut/fluff)

Mean Girls

Karen Smith (smut/fluff)

Gretchen Weiners (smut/fluff)

Regina George (smut/fluff)

Janis Ian (smut/fluff)

Kady Heron (smut/fluff)

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark (smut/fluff)

Gale Hawthorn (smut/fluff)

Finnick Odair (smut/fluff)

Cinna (smut/fluff)

Katniss Everdeen (smut/fluff)

Glimmer (smut/fluff)

Clove (fluff)

Cato (smut)

Finch (fox face) (smut/fluff)

Any others ask and I’ll tell you what I write

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher (smut/fluff)

Lip Gallagher (smut/fluff)

Ian Gallagher (smut/fluff)

Carl Gallagher (smut/fluff)

Debbie Gallagher (smut/fluff)

Mickey Milkovitch /(smut/fluff)

Mandy Milkovitch (smut /fluff)

Kevin Ball (smut/fluff)

Veronica Fisher (smut/fluff)

Scream

Billy Loomis (smut/fluff)

Stu Macher (smut/fluff)

Sydney Prescott (smut/fluff)

Tatum Riley (smut/fluff)

Randy Meeks (smut/fluff)

Dewy Riley (smut/fluff)

Gale Weathers (smut/fluff)

Charlie Walker (smut/fluff)

Jill Roberts (smut/fluff)

Amber (smut/fluff)

Chad Minks (smut/fluff)

Mindy Minks (smut/fluff)

Sam Loomis ? (smut/fluff)

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank (smut/fluff)

Pope Hayward (smut/fluff)

Sarah Cameron (smut/fluff)

Kiera (smut/fluff)

John B (smut/fluff)

Rafe Camron

Twilight

Edward Cullen (smut/fluff)

Jasper Hale (smut/fluff)

Emmet Cullen (smut/fluff)

Carlisle Cullen (smut/fluff)

Jacob Black (smut/fluff)

Seth Clearwater (fluff)

Charlie Swan (smut/fluff)

Bella Swan (smut/fluff)

Rosalie Hale (smut/fluff)

Alice Cullen (smut/fluff)

Esme Cullen (smut/fluff)

Lea Clearwater (smut/fluff)

Mauraders

Regulus Black (smut/fluff)

Sirius Black (smut/fluff)

James Potter (smut/fluff)

Lily Evans (smut/fluff)

Severus Snape (smut/fluff)

Remus Lupin (smut/fluff)

Peter Petigrew (smut/fluff)

Narcissa Black (smut/fluff)

Bellatrix Black (smut/fluff)

Pandora Lovegood (smut/fluff)

Barty Crouch JR (smut/fluff)

Evan Rosier (smut/fluff)

Marlene Mckenny (smut/fluff)

Riverdale

Cheryl Blossom (smut/fluff) femalexfemale only

Jughead Jones (smut/fluff)

Betty Cooper (smut/fluff)

Veronica Lodge (smut/fluff)

Archie Andrews (smut/fluff)

Tony Topaz (smut/fluff)

Sweet pea (smut/fluff)

Fangs Fogurty (smut/fluff)

I am not ok with this

Sydney (fluff)

Deena (fluff)

Stanley Barber (fluff)

That’s about it.

Cobra Kai

Eli Moskiwitz (hawke) (aged up smut/fluff)

Demetri (fluff)

Samatha Larusso (aged up smut/fluff)

Moon (aged up smut/fluff)

Yasmine (aged up smut/fluff)

Anthony Larusso (aged up smut/fluff)

Daniel Larusso (smut/fluff)

Johnny Lawrence (smut/fluff)

Tori (aged up smut/fluff)

Robby Keene (aged up smut/fluff)

The outsiders

Darry Curtis (smut/fluff)

Two-bit Matthews (smut/fluff)

Sodapop Curtis (smut/fluff)

Steve Randle (smut/fluff)

Dallas Winston (smut/fluff)

Johnny Cade (fluff)

Ponyboy Curtis (fluff)

Tim Shepheard (smut/fluff)

Curly Shepheard (smut/fluff)

Angela Shepheard (smut/fluff)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner (smut/fluff)

Spencer Reid (smut/fluff)

Derek Morgan (smut/fluff)

David Rossi (smut/fluff)

Emily Prentiss (smut/fluff)

Jennifer Jaroue (smut/fluff)

Elle Greenaway (smut/fluff)

Penelope Garcia (smut/fluff)

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson (smut/fluff)

Elijah Mikaelson (smut/fluff)

Kol Mikaelson (smut/fluff)

Rebekah Mikaelson (smut/fluff)

Freya Mikaelson (smut/fluff)

Hayley Marshall (smut/fluff)

Jackson (smut/fluff)

The Vampire Diaries

Elena Gilbert (smut/fluff)

Damon Salvatore (smut/fluff)

Bonnie Bennett (smut/fluff)

Stefan Salvatore (smut/fluff)

Caroline Forbes (smut/fluff)

Enzo St.John (smut/fluff)

Vicki Donovan (smut/fluff)

Matt Donovan (smut/fluff)

Katherine Pierce (smut/fluff)

Tyler Lockwood (smut/fluff)

Anyone else requested I’ll tell you what I write for! XX

IT

Henry Bowers (smut/fluff)

Belch Huggins (smut/fluff)

Patrick Hockstetter (smut/fluff)

Victor Criss (smut/fluff)

(Older) Richie Tozier (smut/fluff)

(Older) Eddie Kaspbrak (smut/fluff)

(Older) Bill Debrough (smut/fluff)

(Older) Stanley Uris (smut/fluff)

(Older) Beverly Marsh (smut/fluff)

(Older) Ben Hanscome (smut/fluff)

(Older) Mike Hanlon (smut/fluff)

Friends

Chandler Bing (smut/fluff)

Rachel Green (smut/fluff)

Joey Tribiani (smut/fluff)

Monica Geller Bing (smut/fluff)

Ross Geller (smut/fluff)

Phoebe Buffay (smut/fluff)

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington (smut/fluff)

Eddie Munson (smut/fluff)

Jonathan Byers (smut/fluff)

Argyle (smut/fluff)

Billy Hargrove (smut/fluff)

Nancy Wheeler (smut/fluff)

Robin Buckley (smut/fluff)

Chrissy Cunningham (smut/fluff)

Anyone else will be fluff !

Sam and Colby

Sam Golbach (smut/fluff)

Colby Brock (smut/fluff)

Jake Webber (smut/fluff)

Reggie Webber (smut/fluff)

Kevin Langue (smut/fluff)

MIKE (smut/fluff)

Ariya (smut/fluff)

Corey schere (smut/fluff)

Katrina Stuart (smut/fluff)

Tara Yummy (smut/fluff)

Zephyr Wolf (smut/fluff)

Devyn Lundy (smut/fluff)

Cassie (smut/fluff)

The walking dead

Glenn Rhee (smut/fluff)

Rick Grimes (smut/fluff)

Daryl Dixion (smut/fluff)

Negan Smith (smut/fluff)

Maggie Rhee (smut/fluff)

Michonne (smut/fluff)

Carl Grimes (some smut aged up ofc/fluff )

South Park (all aged up ofc)

Kenny McCormick (fluff/smut)

Stan marsh (fluff/smut)

Kyle Broflovski (smut/fluff)

Eric Cartman (ig I’ll do smut or fluff)

Michael (the goth kid) (anything)

Basically anyone as long as it’s not them as children for smut

And I’ll do anything for euphoria (minus Nate) and Harry Potter (mostly fluff) and I will do anything for the walking dead !! :))

(Please no incest, zoophilia stuff)

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Itty Bitty OC Recap

this is 100% just to make my own life easier but a tiny little quick recap of new ocs!!

1. RWRB ocs

2. Troy Donahue Callisto, Gilmore Girls, fic title new romantics & shipped with Logan Huntzberger also maybe finn tbd, also fic title delicate & shipped with @the-witching-ash's Richie that's the verse that matters, face is Taylor Zakhar Perez

3. Harry Bechtel, Gilmore Girls, also in new romantics/delicate, ship tbd, face is Nicholas Galitzine

4. Topher Charming / Christopher James, descendants, chad's older brother & currently second in line for the throne, fic title tbd, ship is evander grimhilde, face is Nicholas Galitzine

5. Evander Grimhilde, descendants, fic title tbd, ship is topher charming, evie's older brother and tbh big brother to the entire isle, face is Taylor Zakhar Perez

6. Marnie Fitzwater-Hood, descendants, fic title tbd, topher's best friend, face is Ellie Bamber

7. Electra "Ellie" Jackson, pjo oc, fic title Oceanic Feeling, daughter of Poseidon & Sally Jackson, Percy’s twin sister, face is mckenna grace

8. Pyrrah Jackson, pjo oc, fic title Lighthouse, daughter of Thetis, raised by Sally Jackson, slightly older than Percy, face is Sadie Sink

9. Haz Torres, gossip girl reboot oc, max (& aki & audrey?) ship, face is Taylor Zakhar Perez

10. Nolan Van Der Woodsen, gossip girl oc, serena's older brother, blair ship, face is Nicholas Galitzine

11. Vicki St James, gilmore girls oc, sookie's daughter who moves to stars hollow start of s2, jess or oc ship, face is Ellie Bamber

12. Laura Hyde, stranger things oc, series is Things We Lost In The Fire, books are Seek (s1), Furor (s2), Albatross (s3), and Oblivion (s4), poly ronance oc probably, face is Ellie Bamber

13. glee ocs

14. Thalia Lightwood-Lewis/Thalia Lovelace, shadowhunters oc, adina lightwood & simon lewis/lovelace daughter, face is Rachel Zegler

i think that's all of them but just trying to keep track for when i suck it up and deal with masterlists rip

[starshine-hockey-girl]

Arms of Orion- Never Ever Have I- Chapter Nineteen

Summary- Evie surprises Sidney with some special gifts during his trip to Europe

Word Count- 5.5 K

Warnings- allusions to BDSM activities, smut and a lot of PINING

Previous chapter: https://at.tumblr.com/starshine-hockey-girl/dont-go-chasing-waterfalls-never-ever-have-i/jwh0fs48xkur

@fallinallincurls @penstxgal1968 @pattiemac1 @equallyshaw

Tuesday, May 20th- London, England

Sidney tipped the bellman and closed the door to his hotel suite. He walked over to his window and looked at the view of Hyde Park. Mike would arrive in the next hour or so. His stomach growled. He realized that he hadn't had lunch yet in the bustle to get through customs and out of the airport. He ordered lunch through the tablet provided before he grew restless and went to his backpack. He pulled out the envelope marked Beso and opened it. Inside were twenty one envelopes sweetly labeled day one through day twenty one. Sidney smiled at the sight of Evie's feminine handwriting. He opened the envelope marked “Day One”. 

“Beso- If you are reading this then you have discovered one of your surprises. You should also be in London. My guess is that you just got to your hotel and are waiting for Mike. I hope that you were able to sleep on the plane and the jet lag isn’t too bad. Call me when you can and let me know that you are safe. I love you to pieces. Only twenty more sleeps until I am in your arms again.”

He sorted through the remaining envelopes and fought the urge to read them all. He heard his Evie notification and pulled out his phone. Evie had sent a text with a selfie in bed with the caption "Look no tears, Beso!" He worked out the time difference in his mind and realized that she would be getting ready to go to work soon. Suddenly, Evie's face appeared on the screen and he happily accepted the call.

Sidney: Evie!

Evie: Beso! Are you at the hotel? How is it?

Sidney: I just checked in. Mike should be here soon.

Evie: Did you sleep on the flight? Of course you did.

Sidney: I crushed a nap- not going to lie. How did you sleep?

Evie: Not bad. I have a super busy day at work. 

Sidney: I got your surprise. I love the first one. You were right. You know me so well, my love. 

Evie: Oh, I am glad. I wanted you to have a little piece of me in each city so you wouldn’t miss me as much. 

Sidney: What’s the other surprise?

Evie: You’ll find out when you REALLY miss me, like in a physical way miss me.

Sidney: I already miss you in a physical way. 

Evie: It's only been fifteen hours, but you decide when to open it, Beso. I wouldn’t advise it right before Mike gets to the hotel. You might need some time afterwards to ummm, process the gift. 

Sidney: Sounds naughty, Evie

Evie: Me? Be naughty? NEVER! Okay, maybe a little. Ummm, do you have plans today?

Sidney: Nice deflection there, Evie. We are going to do a river cruise and see the Tower of London.

Evie: That sounds fun. Call me before bed?

Sidney: Can't wait. Love you Evie

Evie: Love you more

Thursday, May 22nd- London, England

Sidney dried his hair with a towel and stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment. It had been a full day of sightseeing on the double decker bus tour. He had dark circles under his eyes. His body was still fighting jet lag and his sleep was miserable. Well, he tried to blame his lack of sleep on the jet lag, but he knew that he was craving Evie’s body curled into his at night. He thought how he missed kissing the top of her head while she slept peacefully. His cock twitched when the memory of her little purring sounds flitted through his head. The soft moans in her sleep that signaled that she wasn’t quite awake but definitely craved his body on top, behind and inside of hers. He checked his watch. Evie should be at a happy hour with Adriana and he didn’t want to disturb her. 

He then remembered the second surprise from Evie in his backpack. He went to retrieve the padded envelope and sat on the bed. Inside the envelope was a 10 inch tablet with a note “For Beso’s eyes ONLY”. Below that was a note, “The passcode is my birthday”. Sidney stared at the screen momentarily, “What would need to be passcode protected?” When the screen lit up, he entered the pass code and a selected the note labeled “read me first” 

Beso- On this tablet are some photos and videos that are for your eyes only. If they get leaked, it’s on you. I hope that you enjoy them. 

His eyebrows shot up and clicked on the photo folder where dozens of photos of Evie were stored. They ranged from silly selfies to graphic photos of her fingering herself. His breath became shallow while his penis became hard as a rock. He thought of her as his hand began to stroke. He groaned as he swiped from photo to photo. His mind swirled with thoughts that ranged from amazement that she had the forethought to take the pictures, the wanton desire to be with her, and the shock that the pictures existed at all. “Videos,” he thought to himself as his hand stroked, “The note said that there were videos too.” 

He paused and found the video folder. Four files were contained in the folder, labeled “Evie”, “Beso”, “Mr. Crosby” and “Daddy”. His eyes grew wide and he struggled with the decision on which to pick. His erection throbbed and he selected “Beso” at last. 

The video began with Evie’s face in front of the camera. She blew a kiss and stood up. “Beso,” she called, “I need you.” His eyes squinted as the memory of that night popped into his head. He watched it unfold on the screen. He walked into the room and stood in front of nude Evie at the end of the bed. She reached and pulled his boxers down and began sucking him. She deftly maneuvered him so that he was on the bed. She dropped to her knees between his legs which created a clear line of sight for the camera.

Sidney watched in amazement. She had created their own porn for him to enjoy. All rational thought left his brain as he watched her expertly suck his cock. He felt the tightness in his balls before he exploded almost simultaneously as he did on the video. On the video, Evie's head turned. She looked straight at the camera, wiped his cum off of her mouth then blew him a kiss. He laid back on the bed and tried to catch his breath. He remembered the night in question and picked up the tablet. In the video, Evie was stroking him. "Holy fuck," he thought to himself as watched. When she mounted him on the video, he started stroking himself again. He watched transfixed as she rode him hard. His hand pumped furiously. He grunted as he listened to Evie's moans on the video. 

His brain fought with his tunnel vision focus. "Your phone is ringing," his brain tried to signal. "Fuck my phone," his passion answered. "It's Evie!" His brain interjected. He could not take his eyes off the screen nor his hand off of his cock. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," his thoughts mimicked Evie's voice in the video. They came at the same- her in the video and he, alone in his hotel room. Still he couldn't take his off of the screen. There were a few minutes of snuggling before he got up in the video to get the items to clean Evie  and she rushed to turn off the camera.

Sidney laid on the bed, panting and looking at the ceiling. He looked down and chuckled. It had been a hot minute since he had gone more than one solo round in a session. The phone rang once again and Evie's face popped onto the screen.

Evie: Beso?

She heard Sidney's  heavy breathing

Evie: Beso?

Sidney: Just a second

Evie: Are you okay?

Sidney: Yes, you wore me out

Evie: I wore you out? How did I do that?

Sidney looked into the phone. She saw his flushed face and sweaty brow

Evie: Why does it look like you just fucked?

Sidney: Because I did

Evie: Excuse me?

Sidney: Relax, it was my hand

Evie: How did I wear you out Beso?

Sidney: I found the videos, Evie

Evie: Oh, are you mad?

Sidney: Am I mad that you made a sex tape of us without my consent?

Evie bit her lip: Are you?

Sidney smiled: Surprisingly no. How many copies are there?

Evie: You have the only copies 

Sidney: Good girl

Evie: You liked them?

Sidney: Only watched one

Evie: Which one?

Sidney: Beso one

Evie: That was a good one

Sidney: I thought so. Why aren't you at happy hour?

Evie: I came home because I got tired of men hitting on me. It got annoying. I got a man. I need little boys approaching me as if I would ever glance their way. 

Sidney raised an eyebrow: but you are home safe now? No issues?

Evie: Yes, I am home safe and sound. I called so you wouldn't worry.

Sidney yawned: Thanks you, Evita

Evie: Are you sleepy Beso? 

Sidney: Yes

Evie: Want me to sing you to sleep?

Sidney: Please

Evie: Orion's arms are wide enough, to hold us both together. Although we're worlds apart, I'd cross the stars for you.In the heart of a sleepless moon, I'll be with you forever. This is my destiny, 'Til my life is through. The arms of Orion that's where I want to be. Since you've been gone, I've been searching for a lover In the sea of tranquility. I'm drowning without you here, my dear

Saturday- June 1st- Normandy France

Sidney stretched out in the hotel bedroom. It had been a full day of visiting the historical sites at Normandy Beach. He was looking forward to talking to Evie about his day. They had established a routine of nightly calls when she arrived home from work and he was headed to bed. There were texts throughout the day but the nightly FaceTime call was the bright spot of the day for both of them. 

Sidney: Evie, mon étoile.

Evie: Hi- what does that mean?

Sidney: It’s my star. Since I have been in France, I have been brushing up on my French. I was out on the balcony looking at the stars and thought of you. 

Evie: That’s sweet, Beso. Wait, you speak French?

Sidney: You didn’t know that? I learned it in school but then had to use it in Rimouski. 

Evie: That’s where you played junior league hockey, right?

Sidney: That’s right in Rimouski. Hey, speaking of Rimouski- can you put something on your calendar? They are having a ceremony to retire my jersey in September. I would really like it if you can attend. 

Evie: What are the dates? (looking at her calendar on her phone)

Sidney checked an email on his phone: September 27th- It’s a Friday

Evie: Crap. They can’t do it on a Saturday?

Sidney: What? No, they are not going to reschedule it to Saturday.

Evie: If it’s on a Friday, I will have to take ANOTHER day off of work. I mean- how long is the flight? 

Sidney: From Halifax, it would be a little over an hour. 

Evie: I won’t be in Halifax, Beso. How long is it from Pittsburgh?

Sidney: I was hoping that you would come to Halifax first and then we can fly up together

Evie groaned and did a quick Google search

Sidney: Evie, if you don’t want to go, then just tell me. 

Evie studied the phone and saw the sad look in his eyes. 

Evie: It’s not that I don’t want to go. It’s just that I have a job and a limited number of days that I can take off. Between the All Star game, Stadium Series game, the disaster of the playoffs, the trip to Germany and a trip to Nova Scotia in August, I am running out of days. I need my job, Sidney

Sidney: I know that you need your job- at least for now.

Evie: What’s that supposed to mean?

Sidney sighed:  Why does it feel like we are about to fight something stupid?

Evie sighed: I don’t know- maybe because we are? I don’t want to fight, Sidney. I will try to make the Rimouski thing work if I can. I am sorry I am cranky. 

Sidney took a deep breath: Mon etoile, why are you cranky?

Evie smiled: Is that going to be a thing now? My new nickname?

Sidney: I am testing it out. I like it so far.

Evie: Me too. I am getting less cranky now, Beso. You always make things better. 

Sidney: So why are you cranky?

Evie:  I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I am about to scrounge for food. 

Sidney’s eyebrows raised- Wait, why haven’t you eaten today? Are you on a diet?

Evie paused and didn’t respond. 

Sidney: Why haven’t you eaten?

Evie: Apparently my debit card got hacked so they turned it off. I was going to go grocery shopping today but couldn’t because I didn’t have my card. I can get to the bank on Monday to get cash. It’s all good. 

Sidney paused: I’m sorry- what did you say?

Evie: My debit card got hacked so I don’t have access to any money today. I was going to get groceries but again- no money. I have some soup I found in the pantry I am going to fix soon. 

Sidney stared at the phone and at Evie. He blinked slowly as his mind tried to process the situation. The fatigue from the day had set in and his body ached slightly. He spoke softly but firmly.

Sidney: When did you find out about the debit card?

Evie: This morning- it got declined when I went to get coffee. I had just enough cash to pay though. 

Sidney: So let me get this straight- at least eight hours ago, you found out that your debit card was deactivated, you have no cash and you barely have food at home so you haven’t eaten all day. Is that correct? Is that what you are telling me?

Sidney’s volume had risen to just below a scream. Evie had never heard Sidney at that volume off the ice. She blinked and felt the knot form in her stomach. He was angry that much she could tell, but she had no clue why. 

Evie whispered: Yes, that’s what I am telling you. 

Sidney’s nostrils flared and he didn’t speak. 

Tears formed in Evie’s eyes and she spoke again: Beso? Beso- what’s going on?

Sidney screamed: Why didn’t you call me? You went all day without eating? You have no access to money? What if there had been an emergency? Don’t you have a credit card?

Evie: You are in France, Sidney. There is nothing that you can do from there. Yes, I have a credit card. I only use it in emergencies and I kind of ran it up last month with the playoff stuff so I don’t want to put unnecessary stuff on it.

Sidney screamed again: Why didn’t you call me?

Evie stammered: It's not a big deal, Sidney. I will find food in the pantry. It’s not your responsibility to take care of me. 

Sidney stopped and blinked: Excuse me? Yes, it is. 

Evie: No, it’s not your responsibility and it’s not that big of a deal. 

Sidney screamed: You are not my responsibility? The person I love not eating is not my responsibility? Taking care of my future wife is NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY?? Are you crazy???

Evie: Don’t scream at me, Beso. 

Sidney paused and looked at her face. The tears had begun to flow. “Fuck,” he thought to himself, “Now I have upset her.”

Sidney: I am hanging up now. I can’t speak to you right now and I don’t want to say something I regret. Good night. 

Sidney ended the call and threw the phone on the bed. He punched the pillow in anger and thought to himself. “Find a solution- find a solution,” he repeated to himself. He sat up and grabbed his phone. After thirty minutes and a few phone calls, he called Evie back.

Evie wiped her eyes: Beso?

Sidney paused to control his voice: Evie, I am sorry that I got so angry. 

Evie: I don’t know why you are so angry. I had a problem, but I worked through it. 

Sidney: You don’t have problems alone, Evie. WE have problems. Do you understand? If you have a problem, then I have a problem. If you need something- no matter how small it may seem to you, you tell me. 

Evie: I wasn’t trying to make you angry, Beso. I didn’t know how you could help me from there and I didn’t want to worry you. I don’t like it when you are angry at me, Beso. 

Sidney: Shhhhh…. Evie, it’s okay. We are going to fix this. We’ll fix it together. 

Evie took a deep breath: Okay- how?

Sidney spoke softly: There is an order of food coming to you from Luigi’s. I ordered enough for you to have leftovers. I ordered all of your favorites plus dessert. I want you to eat, Princess. 

Evie smiled at him. 

Sidney continued: Then sometime tomorrow I want you to go to my house. In the safe in the closet, I have cash. The code is 8787. Take all of it and use whatever you need to get groceries, gas, whatever you need. 

Evie started to interrupt. 

Sidney: Don’t argue with me, Evie. Take the money and use what you need. On Monday, there will be a package delivered to you. I want you to accept it. 

Evie: What is it?

Sidney: You will find out on Monday. Now, are you feeling better? I am very sorry that I got so angry. I don’t even think it was anger actually. I was hurt. I was hurt that you didn’t ask for help and that made me angry. 

Evie:  I am sorry that I hurt you. I just thought I should take care of it myself. 

Sidney: I take care of you now. It’s what I do. Remember what you said last month? We are going to make some vows next year, but I am honoring them now. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health- I mean them. 

Evie: Okay, I mean them too. 

There was a knock at the door. 

Evie: The food is here. 

Sidney: Go get your food. Call me before you go to sleep please. 

Evie: I will. I love you Beso. Thank you for taking care of me. 

Sidney: Always. I love you mon etoile. 

Sidney placed his phone on the bedside table. He walked out onto the balcony of his room again. He stared up at the sky and sang lowly- “Orion's heart is bright enough to shine on both of us. The constellations never fail to light the way for love”. Truthfully, he was still irritated about the situation. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Why can’t she just let me take care of her? Why is she so goddamn independent? He liked her much better when she was on her knees submitting to his every desire. That wasn’t true, he thought to himself. He appreciated her strength and ability to exist without him. He enjoyed the fact if she needed him at all it was emotionally. He found comfort in the knowledge that she was with him by choice, not out of dependence. The fact she chose to submit to him sexually was just a very nice bonus. 

His mind wandered back to the videos on the tablet. He had enjoyed the “Evie” video the other night for another mind-blowing solo session. Watching her masterbate while calling and screaming his name had made his own orgasm even more intense. “I wonder what that Mr. Crosby video is,” he thought to himself. I mean, he was fairly certain he could guess the content. He felt him getting aroused. “Fuck it,” he said as he went back inside to get the tablet. He clicked on the video. 

Evie’s face appeared on the screen. She was dressed in her green satin robe and nothing else. Her robe fell open and exposed her breasts as she set the camera at the perfect angle to get the bed and her pillow. She looked up into the camera and smirked, “I know that I am going to get into so much trouble for filming this, Mr. Crosby. You won’t want any evidence of how naughty and kinky you can be to exist. I should be scared of your reaction, but I am not. What are you going to do when you watch? Spank me from across the Atlantic Ocean?” He growled to himself. She continued, “I know that you are not going to pack those sorts of toys to take with you so you can’t even punish me when I get there.” There was a noise in the background of the video. She scampered to her pillow and assumed her submissive pose with a wink to the camera. Sidney smirked momentarily then focused on the content of the video.

After an intense, three round solo session, Sidney set his camera set on the table and gathered a few items.  He hit the record button and stared into the camera. He was completely nude. He held his leather belt in his hands and snapped it with authority. “Princess, do you think I need special toys to discipline you?” he said softly. He put the belt down and picked up two neckties, “You don’t think I can restrain you with these?” He laughed, “Do you think that they don’t sell rope here in Europe? I won’t find a sex shop here? You miscalculated, Princess. I hope you pack the aloe gel when you fly over here. You are going to need it.” 

Friday, June 7th- Rome, Italy

Sidney put on his dinner jacket and looked his phone before he walked out of his hotel room. He received a text message from Evie and frowned. 

Evie: Beso, I am sorry about tonight. 

Sidney: Don’t be sorry. I am glad that you are going to have fun. 

Evie: Your voice doesn’t sound like it’s glad that I am going to have fun. 

Sidney: I just like talking to you before I go to bed. It helps me relax

Evie: What time will you be back from dinner? I could call you on the way to the show. 

Sidney: I should be back in my room by nine. 

Evie: Okay, I will call you then. 

Sidney: Promise? 

Evie: I promise Beso. I will call you. 

Later than evening

Mike and Sidney walked back into the hotel lobby after eight thirty. Both were full from their decadent dinner out. Sidney looked forward to getting out of his pants that were suddenly very uncomfortable. They said their good nights and separated into their hotel rooms. He had thirty minutes before Evie was supposed to call. His desperate need to speak to her confused him and he grew restless.

He looked out the window and stared at the stars. “Come Mon Etoile, call me,” he wished. The tablet called to him and he removed it from the backpack. There was one final video he had not watched, “Daddy”. Curiosity got the better of him and he clicked play. 

The video showed him sitting on the couch casually. Within a few seconds, Evie appeared on screen, fully clothed. 

In the hotel room, Sidney sat on the bed and leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees. His focus was entirely on the video, which appeared to be non-sexual. 

Back in the video, Evie climbed  onto the coach and sat perpendicular to Sidney. She placed her legs over Sidney’s legs and leaned her body against his. She then wrapped her arms around his body while he slowly caressed her arm. “Evie” Sidney said in the video, “You look sad.”

Evie replied, “I am sad. You are going away soon and I will miss you.” 

Sidney frowned in the video, “I don’t want you to be sad though.”

Evie pouted, “I can’t help it. My Daddy is going away for a long time. That makes me sad.” 

Sidney kissed her temple, “Baby Girl…..listen to Daddy”

Evie looked up into his eyes, “You will see Daddy soon. I won’t be gone for that long.” 

She shook her head, “Three weeks, Daddy, three weeks”

Sidney paused the video. His eyes were filled with tears. The quiet desperation in her voice caused his heart to ache. He remembered that he dismissed it at that moment. He had no idea how difficult these final days would become for him. Each morning was a disappointment. He awoke to an empty bed in a hotel room and into a world that was devoid of her magic. He missed the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled in the morning. He missed the way she would yawn and stretch dramatically as he made coffee. He missed their bedtime routine and the way she would wiggle back into his arms at night. He missed the way she reached for him in the morning as she emerged from dreamland. His presence helped her to transition from dreams to reality. He missed her. 

He started the video again. He had silenced her whines with kisses before he pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her. Her soft moans of “Daddy, please,” echoed in his head- both from the video and from his memory. 

“Please what, Baby Girl,” he moaned in response as his hands roamed her body and he kissed her neck.

“Please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave your Baby Girl,” she pleaded. 

“I have to, Baby Girl. I don’t have a choice,. I have to keep my promise,” he murmured. 

“Please Daddy. Please Daddy,” she begged, "Please don't leave me."

Sidney shut off the video and wiped the tears from his eyes. It was his turn to be desperate and needy. As if on cue, Evie’s face appeared on the screen. 

Evie: Beso?

Sidney wiped his tears: Baby Girl….. Baby Girl

Evie: Yes Daddy

Sidney whined: Daddy misses you. Daddy misses you so much. 

Evie: I know. I miss you too. I miss you so much

Sidney cried: Why did I leave you? Why did I leave my Baby Girl?

Evie: You had to leave me, remember? You had to keep your promise. 

Sidney: Oh yeah. Remind me never to make promises like that again

Evie: Only make them to me, okay?

Sidney: Only to you from now on. 

Evie: Daddy- It’s almost over. I can be brave if you can be brave.

Sidney: I don’t want to be brave. I want you.

Evie: I don’t want to be brave either but it’s the only option we have.

Sidney: Okay, I will be brave if you will be brave. 

Evie: Deal. Do you want me to send your a new picture so you can see today me?

Sidney: Please. Call me when you get home.

Monday, June 10th- Frankfurt airport

Sidney stood directly in front of the escalator that led from the customs area into the baggage claim area. He nervously checked each set of feet and legs that appeared before the rest of their body became visible. “Male legs, those feet are too big, no way in hell Evie wears those pants,” he thought to himself as he mentally eliminated person after person. The anticipation was about to drive him crazy and he rocked back and forth on his heels. 

Suddenly, her face appeared as she bent over to get a view to the bottom of the escalator. Her eyes found Sidney and she grinned. He felt a hitch in his breath. Evie jumped up and down in excitement, nearly knocking over the person in front of her with her carry-on bag. “Slowest fucking escalator EVER,” he thought to himself he watched descend. 

Evie’s eyes did not leave Sidney’s body. When she stepped off, she twisted and turned to make her way through the crowd of people. “Move, move, move” she muttered under her breath. Finally she made it through the crowd and started running to Sidney. She dropped her bag and flung herself into his waiting arms. Their arms wrapped around each other and he squeezed her tight. “Beso, Beso, Beso,” she cried as they held each other. She felt his body tremble beneath hers. His chest heaved and his breath was ragged. She moved her head to look into face and saw the tears flowing which matched her tears. She shook her head from side to side vigorously as she stared into his eyes. “Never again, Sidney.” she choked out, “Don’t you ever leave like this again. Do you hear me? Never again.” Her hands went to his cheeks and she wiped his tears. 

“Never again,” he responded, “Never ever again, Evie. I promise you.” 

She smiled, “It was horrible.” and kissed him softly, “Life without you was horrible.”

He returned her kiss, “Yes, it was horrible. They were the longest and worst three weeks of my life.”

She pressed her forehead against his as he continued to squeeze her tight, “How did I survive before I met you? How was I able to breathe?”

“I don’t know, Evie,” he whispered, “I can barely remember life before you.”

“I love you, Beso. I love you so much,” she peppered his face with kisses, "You have to put me down eventually. I need to get my bag."

"You will do no such thing," he scoffed, "You are officially a princess again. My princess doesn't get her own luggage. Point it out to me and I will grab it." He grabbed her carry-on bag and they walked to the baggage claim. Evie noticed Sidney’s lack of hat and looked around the airport. Everybody seemed focused on their own bags and no one seemed to recognize Sidney. He looked down at her, "What's wrong?" 

"No one is recognizing you, Beso" Evie whispered, "Not one single person."

"Yep, I am fairly anonymous over here. Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I get you all to myself," she poked at his chest, "No interruptions. Seven whole days and nights with you- no work, no practice and no games. Just Evie and Sidney together exploring Bavaria and Switzerland." He bent down and kissed her. 

"Mmmmm, my Evie," he murmured, "Seven whole days and nights with no prying eyes. It's going to be heaven." Evie turned and pointed out her bag. Sidney laughed when he saw the Penguins luggage tag. "Let's go," he said as he pulled the bag with one hand and held her hand with the other. "Are you hungry?" he asked. 

"A little bit," she said, "I am tired but want to stay up to fight the jet lag. When do we start sightseeing?" He stopped and looked at her. "What? You don't have a detailed itinerary for each day planned?" She questioned.

 He frowned a bit, "Am i that predictable?"

"Beso, I KNOW you. I am going to marry you and be your wife," she stood on her tip toes to kiss his cheek, "You are not predictable. You are dependable." He didn't smile. "Don't be upset, Beso. I love that you have it planned. You always take care of me. You will always take care of me. Isn't that what you told me two weeks ago?" He cracked a smile. "I love that I can count on you. Please don't be upset," she teased.

"Okay, I will get over it since you said it so nicely," he smiled, "Nothing on the agenda other than to drive to the first town and check into the hotel. Oh and we do have dinner reservations."

"Early dinner reservations?" She asked seductively as they walked to the rental car. 

Sidney furrowed his brow, "Stand down, Evie. I am having trouble controlling myself without you tempting me." He placed her bags in the trunk then opened her car door. She lightly grazed his crotch with her fingers and looked into his eyes as she slid into the car.  She hitched her dress and he licked his lips. "Dammit Evie, we have an hour drive to Würzburg" he sputtered as he shut the door. Evie growled and pulled her dress drown. "I'm surprised that you wore a dress for the long flight," he remarked.

"I changed before the plane landed," she teased, "You know for easier access.

Sidney blinked, "Easy access? How much easy access?" She smirked and lifted her dress to reveal no panties. "You are going to kill me, Evita," he sighed, "You are absolutely going to kill me."

"I hope you ate your wheaties this morning, Beso," she smiled as she leaned over the car console to kiss his cheek. "Now shut and drive. I am already throbbing."

"Thank God for the autobahn," Sidney growled as he put the car into gear.

Next Chapter -https://at.tumblr.com/starshine-hockey-girl/come-away-with-me-never-ever-have-i-chapter/94r3jfh32z7n

[iammyownsaviour]

As some of you may know, this month will be happening the fanfiction event Multiamory March (hosted by @polyamships), which is similar to Femslash February - but instead of fanfics centered on femslash ships, it's fanfics centered on polyamorous ships. So just like I did last month with Femslash February, I'll be taking prompts through all this month for Multiamory March and posting them in my account on AO3 iammyownsaviour (ant1hero). Here's the list of all the fandoms and ships I want to write on march, you can send me an anonymous or non anonymous inbox with your prompts which can be more than one (I'd actually love if people send multiple prompts 'cause it helps a lot) and you can even say in the inbox, in case you have an AO3 account, if you want me to gift the fanfic to you!

*I'll accept prompts from any prompt list you find, you can even create them if you want. I have a preference for AU's, Tropes and Taylor Swift lyrics but any kind of prompts is fine!

MULTIAMORY MARCH 2023

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SEND ME PROMPTS!!

Wednesday

Xavier & Wednesday & Bianca

Bianca & Wednesday & Enid

Atypical

Evan & Casey & Izzie

Game of Thrones

Jojen & Bran & Meera

House of the Dragon

Aemond & Luke & Rhaena

Gossip Girl (2021)

Audrey & Max & Aki

Gossip Girl

Blair & Nate & Serena

Serena & Dan & Vanessa

Blair & Dan & Nate

Blair & Nate & Jenny

Emily in Paris

Camille & Emily & Gabriel

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Ferris & Sloane & Cameron

That '70s Show

Jackie & Hyde & Eric

Ginny & Georgia

Abby & Ginny & Marcus

The Magicians

Eliot & Quentin & Margo

The Shannara Chronicles

Amberle & Wil & Eretria

Riverdale

Betty & Archie & Veronica & Jughead

The Walking Dead

Rick & Beth & Daryl

Enid & Carl & Ron

From Dusk till Dawn

Richie & Kate & Seth

Richie & Santanico & Seth

Richie & Santanico & Seth & Kate

Cobra Kai

Johnny & Daniel & Amanda

Demetri & Eli/Hawk & Moon

Robby & Eli/Hawk & Tory

Descendants

Ben & Mal & Evie

Harry & Uma & Gil

Mal & Evie & Jay & Carlos

Outer Banks

JJ & Kie & Pope

John B & JJ & Kie & Pope

John B & JJ & Kie & Sarah

John B & JJ & Kie & Pope & Sarah

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Prudence & Sabrina & Caliban

Sabrina & Harvey & Roz

Prudence & Agatha & Dorcas

Sabrina & Prudence & Agatha & Dorcas

The 100

Bellamy & Clarke & Octavia

Bellamy & Clarke & Raven

Raven & Clarke & Octavia

Octavia & Clarke & Lexa

Stranger Things

Steve & Nancy & Jonathan

Mike & El & Max

El & Max & Lucas

Mike & El & Max & Lucas

Skam

Eva & Jonas & Isak

Noora & Eva & Jonas

Noora & Sana & Yousef

Eva & Noora & Vilde

Eva & Noora & Sana

Star Wars

Padmé & Anakin & Obi-Wan

Anakin & Padmé & Sabé

Sabé & Padmé & Dormé

Breha & Padmé & Sabé

Padmé & Anakin & Obi-Wan & Sabé

Sabé & Padmé & Dormé & Cordé

Luke & Han & Leia

Poe & Finn & Rey

Poe & Finn & Rey & Rose

MCU

Steve & Peggy & Bucky

Peter & MJ & Shuri

Jane & Valkyrie & Sif

New Mutants

Illyana & Roberto & Sam

Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan

Mikoto & Saiki & Toritsuka

Teruhashi & Yuhemara & Mikoto

Cardcaptor Sakura

Syaoran & Sakura & Tomoyo

Steven Universe

Pearl & Garnet & Amethyst

HSMTMTS

Ricky & Nini & Gina

EJ & Ricky & Gina

Ricky & Nini & Gina & EJ

The OC

Marissa & Ryan & Seth

Ryan & Seth & Summer

Seth & Taylor & Summer

Ryan & Marissa & Seth & Summer

Ryan & Taylor & Seth & Summer

Anna & Alex & Lindsay

Doctor Who

Doctor & Rose & Jack

Eleven & Amy & Rory

Twelve & Clara & Missy

Ashildr & Clara & Missy

OUAT

Snow & Red/Ruby & Charming

Emma & Red/Ruby & Regina

Teen Wolf

Boyd & Cora & Erica

Scott & Allison & Isaac

Allison & Scott & Stiles

Scott & Stiles & Lydia

Scott & Kira & Malia

Stiles & Lydia & Cora

Malia & Stiles & Lydia

Allison & Erica & Lydia

Boyd & Cora & Erica & Isaac

Scott & Allison & Stiles & Lydia

Scott & Malia & Stiles & Lydia

Harry Potter

Harry & Ron & Hermione

Harry & Luna & Ginny

Harry & Cho & Ginny

Ginny & Luna & Neville

Hermione & Fleur & Ginny

Cho & Ginny & Luna

Astoria & Pansy & Daphne

Cho & Luna & Padma

Astoria & Narcissa & Pansy

Lily & James & Sirius

Snape & Lily & Narcissa

Bellatrix & Lily & Narcissa

Lily & Pandora & Molly

Godric & Salazar & Rowena & Helga

[80stacos]

I'm not sure if you've seen "That 70s Show" Steve and Evie give off Jackie and Hyde vibes.

I’ve seen only a few episodes when they were on TV 🥲. I’m assuming Jackie and Hyde are in love though 👀.

[misseviehyde]

THE RILEY EXPERIMENT

(Based on ip that Mana Omega kindly has allowed me to use.)

Riley Green wished his Dad had never remarried. It wasn't that he disliked his step-mom Rachel Grey, it was her bitchy daughter Riley that made his life feel like hell. Thanks to the marriage, they were now two teens exactly the same age, in the same class at school and now even living together in the same house.

But despite those superficial similarities, they couldn't be two more different people.

Firstly; it was incredibly annoying having the same name as your step-sister. Packages were constantly arriving at the house for the female Riley and if male Riley forgot to check the label properly, he'd often find himself holding a bra or a sexy tight fitting bodystocking from Shein or Pretty Little Thing.

Much to his embarrassment, Riley had found himself keeping one of the bras. It was a 34D leopard skin print bra. He would sometimes jerk off whilst wearing it; not really sure why he found the thought of having Riley's big tits on his chest such a fucking turn on; but doing it anyway. He was definitely NOT gay, but there was something going on there that made him hard. He knew it was wrong to steal underwear, but somehow it just felt so good. Riley never commented on the bra going missing, maybe she thought it had gotten lost in the post.

After all, she wasn't very careful with money. Riley seemed to have a unlimited spend amount on her credit-card and was constantly buying new clothes to keep up with the popular girl fashions. She was basically a spoiled brat. If Mommy wouldn't buy it for her, she'd usually find some guy to give her what she wanted.

Riley was into social media and seemed to spend more time building up followers on Insta or Tiktok then doing anything useful with her life. Riley didn't think his step-sister was shallow, he knew she was. She seemed to date a new guy every week and as far as Riley could tell she was definitely sexually active. Sometimes he'd hear... noises from her room. Noises that made him really horny.

One night he'd heard a sexy low buzzing from her room. He'd lain propped up against the wall, his stolen bra stuffed with socks as he listened to his step-sister groan and moan and he jerked his cock to the sounds of her pleasure. She was obviously using a vibrator or magic wand and he wondered if one of the packages that had passed through his hands had actually been a sex-toy. It made him wish he had accidentally opened THAT package.

"Ohhhh fuck yeahhhh I'm soooo fucking wet, mmmmmmhhhh..."

He had cum so hard that night.

The thought of what he might do with a dildo or butt-plug made him blush. No... he was definitely straight, these were just some weird ideas he was sometimes having. It was all the fault of having such a slutty step-sister.

Indeed, the main problem with living with her was that Riley was so fucking hot. She had a big round bubble-butt, large firm breasts and a gorgeous face. She looked good in everything and she had the spoiled, knowing, mean girl bimbo look that made boys weak. She always wore the sexiest outfits, had long sexy nails and was the purist vision of toxic femininity possible. She loved to tease Riley, manipulate and use him. She seemed to get off on the power she had over him.

In fact - in order to differentiate between them, Riley had popularised the use of his hated nickname Ry. Now nearly everyone called him Ry and it sucked.

The two of them couldn't be more unalike. Riley was popular, hot, pretty and sexually confident - Ry was dorky, nervous, unconfident and a virgin.

About the only advantage Ry had over Riley was that he was smart. A lot smarter. In fact he was a bit of a genius. Riley had used that to her advantage though, swiftly learning that now they shared a house it was pretty easy to copy Ry's homework and manipulate him into helping her grades improve.

"Ohhh you're such a good step-brother," she'd purr as she got another A- on a paper. "Hey, did I mention I have some new social media photos I'd like you to 'examine' for me. Let me air-drop them to your phone.'

Riley had learned that if she provided images of herself, her step-brother would do whatever she wanted. He was addicted to her beauty and femininity - whilst she found his intelligence useful.

Getting her brother to cheat for her had paid dividends. In fact Riley's grades had improved SO much as a result of her using her step-brother, her Mom had promised she could go to a music festival with her slutty friends, provided she passed the final test.

The final test.

There would be no way to cheat on that. Riley's frustrations were evident. Her Step-Bro couldn't exactly sit the test for her and she wasn't smart enough to pass without cheating.

"Listen babe, you need to find a way to help me pass that test. I need to go to that music festival with my girlies. Find a way to make me smarter or something. Just imagine how hot I'll look in all the pictures I can send you."

Ry scratched his head. What was he supposed to do? You couldn't exactly make another person... smarter in under a week, could you?

Hmmmm, that jogged a strange memory. About a year ago, Ry had been following an interesting online science blog from a girl in another town. Laura Sims was another science prodigy (who he'd actually had a bit of a crush on). One day she'd just stopped posting, but he remembered her putting up some interesting ideas for a hi tech Crispr solution. The idea was the solution would eradicate genetic weaknesses in whoever drank it by taking the strengths from someone else's DNA.

It took a bit of searching - strangely Laura Sims no longer seemed to have much of an online presence. He found some information for a Laura Richie - some bitch from the same town who appeared to be living a life of decadence - but eventually succeeded in using the internet archives to find the page instead.

Laura had luckily uploaded her formula, hoping to 'open source' test it. He wondered why she'd taken everything down?

It didn't take long to create the formula. The advice from Laura was to try it before bed to give it time to activate. The main changes would come the day after. Riley looked on doubtfully as Ry took one of his head hairs and put it into the liquid. He gave it to her to drink. "This will give you my intelligence and smarts."

"Okay - if you're sure. I'll try anything to get to that festival."

Riley drank. "Ughhh, it tastes sour. Okay, let's hope this works. I'll go and start revising - maybe I'll get some early gains."

She left the room. As she did so, Ry noticed one of her long sexy head hairs had come free and was just lying there on the table. A terrible temptation overcame him. What if? What if he used the solution too? It wouldn't make him smart, but maybe it would make him more attractive and confident.

Feeling a little guilty, he dissolved the hair and drank the solution. It tasted sweet and his skin tingled, but nothing else seemed to happen. Weird... Riley had said it was sour.

Inside their bodies, the Crispr solution went to work. Riley's female DNA rushed through Ry's body, overwriting his cells. There was no melding here - no balancing. Riley's bitchy DNA was taking control and spreading like a wild-fire through his body.

Meanwhile Riley was also having her female cells consumed slowly and methodically by Ry's. The virus was even spreading to her brain, dendrites and synapses rewiring and altering to make her think like he did.

Now it was just a matter of waiting. The changes would soon be on their way

***

DAY ONE:

Waking up groggily, Riley had to admit she didn't feel great. Her whole body felt sluggish and weak, like she had a really bad cold. Walking to the mirror she despaired to see that her usually flawless skin seemed a bit blotchy and riddled with acne, similar to her dorky step-bros. What the hell was his stupid formula doing to her?

Looking down she blushed. Her tits seemed obscenely large on her chest. She couldn't believe she usually allowed herself to walk around flaunting them like this. It didn't normally bother her, but now for some reason it did. She searched through her wardobe and finding a hoody, slid it on.

Her eyes seemed to be struggling. Maybe it was the light in here? Switching on the lights she tiredly walked to her makeup vanity and paused. Makeup? What was the point of makeup? She was only going to study for a test today.

Ignoring her usual cleansing routines and preparations, Riley took down the large Maths text-book she was supposed to be studying and opened it up. It was only twenty minutes later, that she realised she had become engrossed in the book without even realising it.

Her usually flippant mind that jumped from subject to subject seemed sharper and more focused. Sitting down at her desk, she began to study in earnest.

***

Ry opened his eyes and slid easily out of bed. He was usually a night person, so to find not only that he had slept well, but that he didn't feel tired of fatigued was a revelation to him.

He actually felt fucking great this morning. The Crispr solution seemed to be working. Walking to the mirror, Ry grinned in satisfaction. His usually bad skin was clearer and ever so slightly tanned. He had a healthy glow for the first time in years.

In fact his whole body seemed more toned with a healthier shape. He hadn't put any muscle on as far as he could see, but proportionally, everything seemed 'better'. The only downsides were a strange itching and puffiness on his chest and a few other weird changes.

His ass seemed fatter and slightly bigger. His hair seemed to have increased in length and volume. It gave him a rather... feminine... shape. He ignored the strange thrill of delight that brought him.

"It's early days for these changes yet. I just need to give it more time. I'll probably fill out and look more manly in the next stage. Probably to be expected I'd mirror a few of Riley's assets."

He wondered how Riley was getting on...

***

"Amazing," giggled Riley in satisfaction. Her mind was definitely getting faster. The hot sweats had started again earlier and she was having even more difficulty seeing, but it didn't matter to her anymore because the knowledge she was experiencing was so captivating.

She rubbed at her chest. Her boobs were really aching. For some reason her bra didn't seem to fit... it kept dropping down loose. She knew that cup sizes did change, she'd alternated between a 32 and 34 bust for years - but this felt different.

Her boobs seemed noticeably smaller. She'd always been proud of her big bust, her massive tits. Now she felt smaller and weaker without them. Strangely her clit seemed engorged today though. She'd had to stop doing her studying a few times to rub at the stiff little nub between her legs. If she'd had a more active imagination she'd say it seemed to be growing... almost like a tiny little cock.

But that would be crazy... right?

***

Ry rubbed at his chest. There was definitely something there and it was growing at a faster rate now. Sweat dripped from his body and he could almost hear his bones cracking and shifting within his body. It felt... pleasurable and strangely addictive. A desire for more transformation and a faster change rose within him. It felt like something good was happening to him. He wanted more of it.

Ry felt feverish and knew that the Crispr solution was spreading through his body like a virus. It had now reached critical mass and the changes were accelerating. Riley's DNA should be merging with his own, but it didn't feel like that. Something was wrong... or was it... right?

His skin felt softer, his hips seemed to have pushed out wider. The lumps on his chest definitely felt like breasts and his hair had doubled in length again.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk," he groaned as another series of pops and cracks within his body sent him into spasms of pleasure. "Uggggh, what's happening to me?"

His pushed his chest out and grunted... the bumps on his chest got even bigger.

***

"I can't fucking see," groaned Riley as she reached up to her face. Her vision was totally blurry now. Her body felt wrecked and strangely weak. She looked down. Her chest was smaller now... her once large D cup tits now barely a B cup.

Staggering to her mirror, Riley saw her hair looked shorter. Her skin was paler and her soft feminine features seemed a little more boyish. Her swollen clit had formed a little bulge in her leggings. She could almost imagine a pair of balls were growing underneath it and her pussy sealing up, but that would be crazy!

Riley massaged her throat. Her voice was croaky and there was a strange lump in her throat that she had never noticed before. She'd been told boys had them... Adam's apples they were called.

Sweat dripped down her body. She rubbed at her armpits. They needed shaving again, which was weird because she'd only waxed them a few days ago.

"What the fuck is this solution doing to me?" she groaned. "No increase in intelligence is worth this. I have to find Ry!"

She staggered to the hallway, then out into the living room. Her vision was swimming, she was nearly blind now. Everything ached and her breasts felt even smaller. Her head hurt... she just needed to...

With a groan Riley sank onto a sofa and passed out.

***

Ry groaned as his face burned and his back ached. His hands went to his chest, there were now two big rounded mounds there just like the ones he had always imagined owning when he wore his sisters bra. Sweat was pouring off him and his vision was all blurry. He reached up and tore off his glasses. Strange, but now he could see again.

His voice seemed croaky, his neck sore. His face felt different, the features more delicate. Long hair tickled his neck. "I fucked up somehow," he groaned. "The Crispr is making me INTO Riley. I have to find her and warn her."

Staggering out of the room, dizzy and sick - he staggered into the living room. A figure was passed out on one of the couches. He tried to approach, but instead his legs began to give way. With a groan, Ry staggered to the other couch and collapsed.

Darkness took him and then the strangest dreams he'd ever had.

Meanwhile Riley's DNA continued to consume his own and change his body... the physical changes were now nearly complete...

***

DAY TWO:

Ry awoke and for a second didn't know where he was.

The room smelled different. It smelt of sexy perfume. The sheets around him were pink and girly. Riley's clothes hung on racks around the room, plushies and cushions covered every surface.

He was naked in the bed.

A post it note lay on the table by the bed.

"Morning baby, me and your step-daddy found you and your brother passed out in the lounge. Were you partying last night? We put you both to bed in the right rooms and I undressed you. Were those your brothers clothes you were wearing? What were you doing? Lol Mom. XXX"

Pulling back the sheets, Ry saw his body had completely changed. He was no longer feverish, and the big wobbling tits on his chest were definitely real. His skin was healthy and lightly tanned, he had no body hair except for a tiny strip just above his... pussy?

Reaching down, Ry gasped at the sensation of his new vagina. He snatched his hand back in shock, although the urge to put it back there swiftly returned. Sliding out of the bed, he landed onto small perfect feet, then padding quietly across the room, he reached the mirror and stared in wonder.

Riley looked back at him. Well almost. He didn't have Riley's tattoos or her ear, nose or navel piercings. He didn't have any makeup on and his hair was a mess. His fingers and toes were unmanicured... but other than that... he looked just like her.

"Holy shit," he said in her voice.

The resemblance was so perfect, that last night her own Mother hadn't recognised that he was not really her girl. Riley's DNA had changed him into her. That probably meant in the other bedroom, Riley was now waking up as a physical copy of him.

And yet it wasn't just the physical changes. Something profound had happened to his mind, to his very soul.

The Crispr virus had infiltrated every cell of Ry's body, including his brain. He had been rewired and altered. He felt a new natural confidence, sexual assurance and a strong desire to monopolise on this situation. His personality was now more like Riley's than ever before. Even in his darkest dreams he could never have imagined being such a fucking bitch.

"Yesssss, I've always wanted to be Riley," he said in a slightly evil voice. "Mmmmh, I think I knew what that Crispr virus was going to do to us... but I did it anyway. I did it because I wanted to steal her life. I want to be Riley Grey... not Riley Green."

"And now that I used the Crispr," he purred allowing this delicious new persona to take control, "I am. Even Mommy thinks that I am. I am fucking Riley Grey and I want it ALL."

A wicked grin appeared on his face and he allowed his body language to relax. How did hot girls stand... ahhh yes, like this.

"These big tits are mine, mmmmh and this perfect ass. I've been remade in your image," he laughed. "A couple of trips to the hairdressers and the tattoo artists to get inked up and pierced... and no one would ever know the difference between us. This is my chance to assume your life and become the new you. I'm not going to waste it."

Riley smiled as she began looking for some clothes to wear. She just had to make 'Ry' understand that it was best to go along with what she wanted. The switch in pronouns was so easy to make... it suited her like a glove.

She was a woman now, she had all the equipment and soon no one would ever know she had ever been her dorky step-brother...

She just had to manipulate him the correct way.

***

Riley awoke feeling like death. Her vision was still blurry and she felt weak and wiped out.

"Here, put these on," said a familiar voice and her vision swam back into focus as a pair of glasses slid onto her face. "Don't panic. It's me, your step-brother. Honestly, I didn't plan for this to happen. The Crispr has gone wrong... I tried it too using one of your hairs. I'm afraid we've become copies of each other."

Riley gasped as she saw herself sitting on the end of the bed. Her hair was a fucking mess and she needed some makeup, but other than that it was definitely her.

Pulling back the sheets, she groaned in a very masculine sounding voice. Her body was now entirely masculine, a small cock and a pair of balls between her legs. Her boobs were gone and her flabby white body was that of a nerdy dork.

"Oh no, we have to fix this."

"I know," said her doppleganger, "but there's a big problem. We're changing mentally as well as physically. I'm not smart enough to make the Crispr anymore so I need you help to make a new batch, then we can try to reverse these changes. "

"But I don't know how to do it either," she complained.

"I'm sure you'll find a way," purred her twin. "I'll give you the notes I made and hopefully you can decode them. In the meantime we need to act like each other so no one gets suspicious. We'll have to dress like we normally would, you'll have to hide those tattoos and those piercings. I don't know how long we might be stuck like this. I guess it could be weeks!"

***

DAY THIRTY

It had been a month.

Riley and Riley were becoming more and more like each other by the day.

Ry, as he was now known, had still not figured out how to make the Crispr. Probably because before she had given him the notes - the new Riley had made sure to delete certain important elements from the research.

Genuinely she wasn't smart enough anymore to remember or understand what she had removed - just that it had been enough to stop him. Hopefully that would be enough.

Riley didn't want a way back. She wanted to go deeper and deeper into this rabbit hole of femininity. In the last month she had discovered that being a hot, popular, girl was pretty much as amazing as she had dreamed it would be.

First of all there was the makeup and the clothes. They all made her look and feel incredible. If that wasn't enough, there was the enjoyment of sex.

Remembering that buzzing she'd heard all that time ago, Riley had uncovered the sex-toy collection. The first time she'd pushed a magic wand against her clit and felt it throb and vibrate, she'd known she was now a female sex addict.

It hadn't taken long to move from toys to the real thing... boys. There were plenty of guys wanting to fuck a hot slut like her, and after a couple of introductory sessions with some of Riley's ex-lovers - the new Riley had really picked up the pace.

There was nothing quite like bouncing on some hard cock and cumming all over it as a girl. It was such a good feeling.

If that wasn't enough, there was the social life. Riley loved being the centre of attention now... going to parties, having fun, everyone wanting to be her friend. She found the company of other hot girls intoxicating. To be part of the squad was like a dream come true.

Riley understood now she'd always harboured these desires. She'd always wanted to be like her step-sister and the Crispr had provided a way.

Of course, that meant that the new Ry probably now harboured her old desires... to cross dress and be a girl. They had probably only been heightened by the loss of his actual femininity.

Riley wondered if she could use that against him...

She wondered just how far it was possible to gaslight her new step-brother...

***

DAY 60

"Babe. What the fuck are you actually talking about? What Crispr research, I didn't delete anything from your hard-drive."

Ry stared at his sister in astonishment. Over the last few months he'd come to think of himself as male - it was somehow easier that way. His memories of being Riley were a confusing mess, sometimes it didn't even feel real. That was why it was now so confusing when Riley actually suggested it wasn't.

Over the last few days she'd been acting increasingly difficult. She kept giving him blank looks when he mentioned getting their bodies back and she had been dropping hints in from of him that he might be losing his mind.

"Listen Ry, I know you have this weird fetish for dressing up in my clothes... I found one of my bras in your room."

"Wh? WHAT? Well, those ARE my clothes," he growled angrily. "Before we swapped, those were ALL my clothes."

"Swapped, what the hell are you taking about? You keep going on about this weird dream fantasy of yours. Are you really suggesting that two months ago we both drank a formula that altered our DNA and turned us into each other. Don't you think that sounds kinda crazy?"

"It's not crazy... and when I find the research, I'll prove it to you!"

Riley watched him go with an evil smile on her perfect lips.

***

DAY 260

Riley sighed as her annoying step-bro peeked through her door. He was such a fucking pervert and always hanging around. He was easy to convince though. Sometimes she had trouble remembering her own lies now - manipulating him was getting easier by the day.

"Hey loser, get out of here. I told you I'm about to stream and I don't want you watching me."

"But Riley, I think I found something. A blog about this girl called Laura Sims, the same thing happened to her... I think."

"What thing?"

"You know, the Crispr solution... the DNA exchange. The personality and memory changes."

"Listen Ry, I already told you I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. Worse than that, I think it's time you admitted the truth. Do you really think a pathetic little loser like you could ever have been a beautiful gorgeous woman like me? Does it seem possible? Of course not. You're a boy and you've always been a boy."

"I have? What about these weird scars I have. They could be from tattoo removal right? Maybe I once had the same tattoos as you?"

"You know you got those in a fire right? Are you really suggesting that once you were me. That you had these tattoos and these piercings? That you and me somehow swapped lives and then I gaslit you into believing you had always been a boy?"

"I know it sounds crazy but..."

"It does sound crazy. Would it even matter? Would anyone believe you? I think you'll be happier if you just accept things are this way now, whatever you believe."

Sliding her hand onto his crotch, Riley grinned as she saw her step-brothers expression go soft.

"Mmmmh, why don't we stroke this little cock of yours to make it feel all better. Hmmmm?"

Ry groaned as his step-sister expertly jerked him off till he groaned and came. He watched her hot manicured hands slowly pump him up and down, draining his cock and all resistance out of him.

"There now. Feel better?"

"Yessss," he groaned.

"Good boy. Now get out of here. Go and goon in your room or something."

***

Listening to her step-brother grunting next door as he jerked off wearing her bra, Riley Grey played with her pussy and looked at herself in the mirror. Damn she was perfect. She was beautiful and sexy and hot. She loved being a girl.

She didn't even miss her old boy smarts. Who needed brains when you looked this good? Then again, she'd been doing a little research lately. She and Laura Richie had made contact and she had been intrigued by what she had found out.

She'd found out from the other girl that there was a second serum... one designed to improve the effects of the first. One that would make her a Goddess.

Maybe it was time to begin another new experiment...

THE END?

[trikis-turntables]

I kept writing crack about Hyde idk why but I feel his persona in my head is that of the tsukkomi protag of a dark humour comedy like Frankenfran so I write dumb stuff like

[authorsadiethatcher]

I hit a wall in writing recently so I decided to go back to some shorter stories. The problem is those stories are too short for regular publication. Instead, I’m bundling them together into anthologies. This is the first anthology in a new series. All four stories are unconnected, but they all include some silly bimbo fun.

Silly Bimbo Volume 1 is available for purchase from Amazon, Smashwords, and Google Play.

The stories:

Two Bimbos: This as a contest entry on Evie Hyde’s Discord server. Surprise, it won.

Words Have Power: This was inspired by a concept @mollypops23 gave me. It uses a Wordle clone.

The Car Bimbo: I wrote this story so I could use the pic on the cover. I’ve had that pic in my saved images list for a long time, but I hadn’t been able to use it until now.

Dealing With the Heat: This story was inspired by the recent heatwave in Europe, along with an episode of M*A*S*H.

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Penny Lame

This is a sequel to the absolute must read story from the fantastic Evie Hyde. Read it here first.

It had been a rough day for popular mean girl Paige. Her beautiful hair had been cut off without warning by Caz a girl in her class. It had been such a shock that poor Paige fainted right there in class. When she came to at home her parents explained what had happened and Paige broke down crying.

“Why would someone be so cruel to her?” She had sobbed. Her parents were worried about her. It was uncharacteristic for Paige to show such vulnerability. In fact her parents had always been somewhat scared of their cruel daughter. A daughter who held sway over her peers like a Queen bee. By the next morning she seemed like practically the opposite. She was now introverted, emotional and shy.

In fact Paige herself seemed to realize this about herself too and hated the person she once was. She quickly repressed everything that had made her such a feared bitch and purposefully started to forget everything she had once held so dear.

Fashion know how, makeup skills, sex appeal, manipulation techniques, all escaped her mind like waking from a dream. She even started going by her given name of Penny feeling it was more friendly, soft and non-threatening.

Her parents, fearing that is was only a matter of time before their mean daughter came back, seized this opportunity to send her to a different school, one that wouldn’t foster her cruel personality re-emerging. They sent her to Darkstar Finishing School for Young Women. Here she would learn proper manners and discipline. Without her bitchy attitude she would fall in line.

“Welcome to Darkstar Finishing School Penny, I hope your trip wasn’t too bad. I am the Principal here but please call me Chloe. You can leave you bag down here, you won’t be needing it until the end of the semester.” The kind Principal said when Penny arrived. As Paige she had always been standoffish with authority figures but she felt she could trust Chloe.

“But all my clothes are in there.” Penny said weakly protesting. In truth Penny only had slutty revealing clothes left and wasn’t feeling confident enough to wear them anymore.

“Here at Darkstar we provide a uniform for you to wear just like the other young women. When we all look the same, we all work the same and so we work together instead of against.” The Principal spoke as if rehearsed. It certainly was a change from Penny’s previous life where she was the top of the hierarchy.

“But what about my deodorant, lotion and shampoo?” Penny said suddenly realizing that maybe she would need somethings from her old life.

“Not to worry dear, again we provide everything so we all are equal here. Don’t worry you’ll love it here. I keep all your things safe right here in my quarters until the last class of the semester. Now you must be tired, let me show you to your room.” Chloe said leading Penny out.

Over the next few weeks Penny had to admit that she was enjoying the Darkstar life. It was kind of freeing to not have to worry about what to wear and then agonize over whether it was the right choice or not. She even made quick friends with some of the girls. They weren’t friends with her out of fear, they were friends with her because they liked her.

Even her teachers seemed nice and she felt engaged in class. She was actually learning instead of figuring out ways to blackmail her way to top grades.

However she had noticed she hadn’t seen the Principal since their first meeting. The other girls had told her that it was unusual not to see her roaming the halls each day. They told her that Chloe loved interacting with her students. Penny thought nothing more of it until during class one day she heard the unmistakable sound of high heels slowly approach.

It was highly unusual to hear that sound anywhere around campus as high heels were strictly forbidden but then again the woman that soon entered the room was a head to toe walking violation.

All the girls instantly knew it was their Principal but she had undergone a shocking transformation. She was wearing a tight black shirt that clung to her chest nearly exposing her now large breasts. Her incredibly thin waist was wrapped in an elegant black corset. Long black boots adorned her sleek legs giving the false impression she wasn’t showing as much skin as she actually was.

Her lips were set in a permanent sexy pout. Her previously short sensible brown hair was now blonde, long, thick and perfectly straight. She looked effortlessly hot and had an air of superior confidence she had previously lacked. Pairing this with the fact that the kindness seemed to have been drained from now her piercing eyes instilled fear in each of the girls sitting in the room. The 40 year old educator looked easily half her age.

Each step she took towards the front desk make loud almost deafening sounds. It helped that each girl in the room had become deathly silent, unable to believe what they were seeing.

“Hello losers. I know I have been absent for some time but that all changes today. However that is not the only change either. Starting effective immediately uniforms are now longer necessary. In fact they are banned. That is unless you can somehow make the atrocious outfit sexy. Secondly we will be introducing new classes into the curriculum. Fashion, Make-up application and Gold-digging classes will now become mandatory to make each and every one of you it into a hot a piece of ass worthy of my presence. Finally and most importantly I will be no longer addressed as Principal or Chloe. From now on I will only answer to Headmistress Claudia.” The Headmistress said with a smirk as she saw the looks on each of girls face.

“Class dismissed.” She said in a breathy tone causing all the girls to quickly pack up their things and file out unsure how to feel about the changes. Penny was the last to walk towards the door but was stopped by the Headmistress.

“Penny I would like to see you in my private quarters later tonight, we have something to discuss.” The Headmistress said in almost a whisper before smiling unnervingly at Penny and leaving her staring at her ass as she walked out. Something about all of this gave Penny such déjà vu.

She was nervous all day for what the Headmistress could have in store for her. She had seen that mischevious look before when she used to look vainly at her own reflection. It was a look that had an evil plan in mind.

Hours later sweaty palmed and heart racing she knocked on the Headmistress’ door. A sultry ‘come’ came from within and Penny opened the door.

The Headmistress was dressed in tight yoga clothes with her hair in a ponytail when she entered looking into an open suitcase. Penny’s suitcase to be exact. Despite her dressed down appearance she still looked stunning. She gestured Penny to sit.

Claudia stalked around to Penny and stood strangely close to the her. Penny could smell the perfume waft off her and felt a tinge of nostalgia. It reminded her of her own perfume she used to wear and she realized it probably was hers seeing as she had packed it in the suitcase that was wide open.

“When you first arrived here at Darkstar all those weeks ago you weren’t completely honest with me were you Penny?” Claudia finally said peering down at Penny.

“I was Headmistress, completely.” Penny said nervously unsure what this was about.

“Don’t lie to me girl! I know about your secret! After all how do you think I have become this sexy and powerful? But I want to be even hotter and bitchier and it’s running out so you are going to tell me where to get more.” Claudia said slowly reaching behind her back for something.

“I’m sorry Headmistress I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Penny said really starting to fear the crazed look in Claudia’s face. The Headmistress grabbed her by her hair and took out a pair of scissors that she had been hiding from behind her back.

“Listen you pathetic worm I can make your life here at Darkstar a living hell or I can elevate you back to your Queen bee status so tell me how I can make more of the shampoo that I took from your bag. I want to be even hotter and meaner than I am now and you’re going to help me or I’ll cut what’s left of your hair off and grind it down into a paste that I can use instead.” Claudia said through gritted teeth.

Shampoo? Penny thought. She had forgot she even brought any but then again it wasn’t some store bought kind, it was a special homemade kind her rich Aunt had showed her how to make years ago. It always struck her as odd that her wealthy relative work resort to making her own shampoo but Penny forgave it as an excuse for her Aunt to spend time with her. At the time Penny was being bullied tremendously at school and her Aunt took pity on her. She had said it would make her feel better.

That’s when it clicked for Penny. The shampoo had transformed her into a bitch all those years ago. The more she used it the more of a bitch she had become. Caz cutting off her hair removed all her bitchiness in one fell swoop. She hadn’t used the shampoo since so she reverted back to her normal self.

Looking at the beautiful but unhinged Headmistress she knew she had to do what Caz had done to her if there were ever to be peace at Darkstar again.

“Oh the shampoo. Yes of course I can tell you how to make it but it’s rather complicated. Do you have a pen?” Penny said. Claudia eyed her suspiciously but let her go of her grasp and put the scissors on the table. The Headmistress turned around to find a pen and paper on her desk which was when Penny struck.

Grabbing hold of the scissors she quickly sliced through Claudia’s hair above the hair tie while holding the blonde locks in her other hand. Immediately Claudia turned and fire burned in her eyes.

“What have you done?! My beautiful hair! Give it back you brat!” Said the rapidly transforming Headmistress. Second by second she was reverting back to her older self.

Penny ran to the door closest to her which unfortunately happened to be the bathroom. She was trapped. She locked the door just before Claudia (quickly becoming Chloe) was about to burst through.

“You open this door at once you little slut and give me back my hair! I’m not going back to being a weak nobody again!” The Headmistress yelled pounding on the door.

Penny knew that she had to destroy the hair before the Headmistress got in but she also knew that when she eventually did get in that there would be hell to pay for her. She would certainly be punished and probably forced to give up shampoo recipe. She wasn’t strong enough to withstand the pressure that would be coming her way.

But Paige was.

Only as her old mean self would she be able to escape the predicament she was now in. She also had to admit that holding the long luxurious hair in her hands made her long for her previous bitchy self.

The longer she held the hair the more she remembered how good it felt to have such beautiful hair. The hair of a sexy alpha. The hair itself seemed to whisper to her to put it on, it wanted Penny as much as she was starting to want it too.

She wasn’t even sure anything would even happen but her hands seemed to be on autopilot as they brought the hair up to her head.

Immediately the hair strands came alive as they reached her own hair and gripped on tight to her short bob. The blonde strands recognized Penny’s hair as being once corrupted and found it easy to assimilate with her. They could feel the years of shampoo use in the roots and fed on the corruption.

She moaned as the Headmistress’ hair became one with her. Her mind was instantly flooded with the memories she had suppressed. She remembered her time stalking the halls of her high school instilling fear in all the pathetic losers like Sarah and Caz. Caz! That bitch will pay for taking away her power, for reducing her to less than a beta! She had kid herself into thinking she didn’t miss this thought but she suddenly couldn’t wait until she was back to her bitchy self.

However her body was aging up. No longer was she the young 18 year old Paige but now instead she was early 30’s with delicious evil knowledge flowing into her. Her own desires of being a bitchy bully we’re coming back but also new more recent thoughts from the Headmistress were infecting her mind. Instead of resist it she embraced it!

As a student she only had so much power but as Headmistress she would have control over the entire student body. A student body she could mould into a generation of evil bitches that she would command like an army. The whole idea was making her panties positively wet which was why she was glad when her clothes started to change from the boring uniform to a tight sequinned dress. It was just the perfect outfit for the now evil older woman.

As the perfect makeup settled on her face giving her a permanent stone cold look and her hair fused on the atomic level with the Headmistress’ her mind became clear of what she would do now that she was not only back but she was even badder than before.

She took one look at her resurrected form in the mirror and let a soft moan escape her lips. She couldn’t believe what a loser she had let herself become in the past few weeks when she could of been this big breasted bitch instead. Penny was gone once again and Paige reigned supreme. She had so much lost time to make up.

Swinging open the bathroom door she was confronted with the pathetic image of a crying Chloe now back to her old self.

“Do pick yourself up off the floor Chloe it’s unbecoming of a Deputy Headmistress.” Snarled Paige as she walked out of the bathroom over to her open suitcase.

“Deputy? B-but I’m...” Chloe started but was silenced by one look from Paige.

“Yes of course Headmistress Pen- I mean Headmistress Paige. I’m sorry, I’ll go clean myself up.” Chloe said picking herself up off the floor and heading for the door.

“Not so fast.” Paige said causing Chloe to stop in her tracks. The new Headmistress sauntered over to the Deputy loving how frightened and subservient she was. It had been so long since Paige had felt such bitchy power over a weakling that she wanted to ring out every drop but unfortunately she had a plan that needed to be put in motion.

“Here this will be enough for you to become a fraction of the hot slut you were in my absence. Do a good job and I may even bring you some more when I return.” Paige said handing the remnants of the shampoo bottle to a grateful Chloe. It made Paige disgusted seeing how desperate she was.

“Oh thank you so much Headmistress but where are you going?” Chole said while never taking her eyes off the shampoo.

“There is a personal matter I have to attend to my old school. Let’s call it a discipline problem that only I can fix.” Paige said with a smirk on her lips and revenge in her eyes. No one cuts off Paige and gets away with it.

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Brother-Sister bonds that give me Storm Sibling Feels:

Evelyn O'Connell and Jonathan Carnahan from The Mummy. That's why I have such a soft spot for their movie. Their team dynamic is Evie as Sue, Jonathan as... Jonathan (that name must be synonymous with imp), and Rick being a merged Reed and Ben.

Dana and Ryan Mitchell from Power Rangers Lightspeed Rescue. After being separated as toddlers by the forces of evil for almost two decades, it shocked and simultaneously gladdened Dana to learn her older brother was still alive. Once Ryan fights his evil brainwashing, they quickly become each other's priority person.

Kari and Tai Kamiya from Digimon Adventure. They have one of the nicest, most amicable sibling relationships ever depicted on TV. Tai is the headstrong, blazing leader who can get a little too overheated. Kari keeps her big brother on a tall pedastol, but also acts as his own personal empath. With few words, she's able to calm and uplift him.

Harrison and Tru Davies from Tru Calling. They lost their mother as children and have a very absent father. Essentially, the Storms' brunette counterparts. Despite what a troublemaker he can be, Harrison is the only member of Tru's family she confides in about her strange, seemingly celestial powers.

ZZ and Blitzy Zulander from Bots Master (decent but short-lived 90s kid show- look it up). In addition to maintaining his underground robot army to prevent world domination by a megalomaniac, young ZZ is his kid sister's only caretaker. Not one to give into orphan misery, Blitzy is vital in helping her brother from behind the scenes while ZZ is on the battlefront.

On the subject of decent but short-lived 90s kids shows, Clyde and Quintin MacCloud from Highlander the Animated series. Through their bizarre and confusing world, Clyde is usually the sole source of sunshine for Quintin. Their mother used her last breath to remind Quintin to take care of his sister. A request he more than filled.

Peter and Judy Shepherd from Jumanji. When we first meet them, these two are basically the Storms if Sue was the one with the mischievous streak while Johnny suffered in silence. After losing their parents, they pretty much shut out the rest of the world to live in their exclusive bubble. Before they meet Alan and Sarah, their earnest and vulnerable moments are reserved strictly for each other.

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