#so what is way hypnotising him several times a day

[pharawee]

"Thank you very much, Way. Anyway, you will always be my closest friend. And I hope we stay like that forever."

[eddiernunson]

Selfish | Steddie x Fem!Reader | 18+

Summary: Reader is torn as she wants two people at once, and she figures it's impossible...in the sense that they would never want her. She is proven wrong after making an accidental audience with Eddie one night...

Warnings: voyeurism, perv!Eddie, public smut, masturbation (f + m), a little bit of Steve x reader, double penetration...and lots of self indulgent writing.

Authors' Note: Yeah this is just self indulgent. That's all. I'd want them both. <3

Word Count: 10.8k

Selfish.

On a regular day, it’s hard not to feel completely selfish. There’re a million different voices in your head telling you to make a damn choice. Not just telling, but begging. 

Not just in your head, but in your life. Your friend and confidant, Robin is one of the many voices telling you so.

You can’t help it, it started so innocently. During the course of the school year, you happen to start thinking that Eddie Munson is damn fine. Your paths barely cross, only seeing him across the cafeteria at lunch or the occasional party to sell. Something about him drew you in. His hair, his hands, his strong forearms, his lust for life, that slutty little waist… He is enticing, hypnotising.

It’s not like you’re ever going to get with someone who you’ve never spoken to unless you somehow drag him into a hallway closet. Oh, isn’t that idea ever tempting?

It’s an uneventful day at school, save for the random graffiti anonymously placed on each class room door. There were several suspects, the perpetrator found but not announced, much to the entire school’s dismay.  

When Robin meets you at your regular table, she has a litany of complaints up her sleeve. If you don’t stop her, she can talk for hours about any given subject that passes through her brain. At this point, from an entire summer and autumn working with her on top of spending many hours shooting the shit with her, you’re ridiculously used to it. You might even call it charming.

As usual, you listen with an empathetic, yet distracted ear. Your eyes flicker to Munson every now and then, appreciating the way his muscle shirt shows off his toned arms. Usually, they’re engulfed by his large leather jacket, but on this unusually hot autumn day he is taking advantage of the warmer weather.

Oh, and so am I, you think to yourself, eyeing him up and down appreciatively.

Your eyes flicker back to Robin, holding back a giggle at her expression. She knows about your crush of course, not that you’d tried to hide it. Robin would come up with schemes to set you up with him, but there’s one little obstacle.

“You’re shameless, you know that?” She accuses, a half smile on her face. She’s being playful, as always. “One of these days, you’re going to have to make up your mind.”

This conversation is repeated, always on replay. It’s one of your little games. “I mean,” you start cheekily, “who said anything about talking to them?”

She shakes her head, quiet laughter leaving her lips. “You are impossible.”

See, Robin knew your secret. Not only were you infatuated with Eddie, but with your coworker as well. Steve.

Steve is a bit more realistic; you suppose. After all, you work part time with him, up to 25 hours a week. Most of the job is spent moving tapes from place to place, categorizing, and talking shit. Lately, even more than normal, you’re hypnotized by him, your eyes sometimes glazing over as you take in just how pretty his brown eyes are.

Man, do you have a thing for brown eyes.

This usually eggs him on, thinking his words must mean something. They don't, really. You don’t take in a single word of what he’s saying. You’re just admiring him, his pretty lips, the freckles decorating his skin…

See, your problem is that you can’t decide on which one you’d want more…not that there’s any part of you that remotely thinks you would have that luxury. You’re not possibly conceited enough to believe that you would have a choice. Really, if it came down to it, (emphasis on if), it would be which one would choose you.

And they have so much better to choose from.

So, you let yourself imagine it. There’s certainly no harm in the what if.

“Not impossible, just horny.” You laugh, winking at the way she chokes on her water.

-

Steve pushes the cart of returns around, tapping his hands rhythmically on the plastic. You are on rewind duty, using a rewinder to go through each returned tape quickly and effectively. It’s a weekday, so business has been slow. Weekdays give more leeway on the display tvs, topics of discussion, and finally, to fuck around.

“Hey, Robin isn’t working today, right?” Steve asks, looking back at you.

You’re invested in the movie playing, leaning against the counter. “Hmm?” The question registers. “Oh, no she’s off on Wednesdays, remember? Band rehearsal after school.”

“Right, right.” He nods, something clearly on his mind.

“Something going on in that pretty little head of yours, Harrington?” You ask, switching the tape out for a new one.

He looks over his shoulder, licking his lips. “Pretty, huh?”

You roll your eyes, completely missing the way his eyes trail down your body. Your disregard of any possibility for a mutual attraction really is your blind spot. “You know you’re pretty, Harrington. Don’t play dumb.”

He shakes his head, pushing the cart along towards the romance section. “If you say so, sweets.”

You lick your lips, tasting the cherry ChapStick that deepens the shade of your lips into a darker red. Something about him is different today.

On the computer is a sticky note asking if the back room filled with unlabelled tapes could be organized and categorized. With the lack of customers, list of chores completed, and plenty of time left in your shift, you end up being bored enough to follow through. It won’t be done in one shift, but at least you’ll get it started. It’s a damn tedious process.

Not even twenty minutes pass by, a pile of marked and labeled tapes already to your left when the door to the back room shuts. You suspect for only a second that Steve needed to grab something, until you feel a pair of hands on your hips and hot breath on your neck. You freeze, gulping as you stare dead ahead at the tapes standing in a row. Your throat dries up like a drain unplugged, every limb freezing in place like you’re glued to the spot.

“Steve?” You ask after a moment passes.

He hums, thumb swaying up and down your hip, gently brushing past the hem of your shirt onto your bare skin. The other hand curtains your hair from your shoulder, trailing kisses down the curve of your neck. As a reflex you relax into it, sighing as you lean into his warm, wet, touch. The sensation flutters throughout your limbs, turning every bone, every muscle, into gelatin.

Your head falls back against his shoulder as his teeth scrape across your skin decorated with goosebumps. Your relaxed disposition is short lived, freezing up when your mind catches up to what the hell is happening. “Wait—” you protest, head snapping up in a frenzy.

He holds your face, turning it towards him. Eyes are hooded, looking tired, but from his dilated eyes you can tell he’s anything but. “What?”

“We-we’re at work, Steve, someone can come in at any moment…”

He listens, partially, barely. His eyes flicker down to your lips, all shiny and tugging him in. “Is that your only protest?” Your heart races, feeling as if someone is pulling at the corners of your mouth as you hesitantly nod. “No one has come in for over an hour, and I locked the door and turned the sign around. We won’t be bothered.”

“Oh.” A gasp leaves your lips as he leans in for a kiss, mouth deliciously open against yours. He demands full control, his fingers spreading across your neck. Your body turns to face him, grabbing onto the collar of the polo shirt he wears under his green vest. You can barely keep up with him, giggling out of pure, absolute, giddiness.

His hand runs up your torso, shaking yet demanding. Your vest is pulled down your arms, his hand pulling you against him. He starts kissing down your neck, pushing you so his arm and your back collide with the shelf behind you. A startled gasp fills the small room, your feet shuffling as the mixed sensations create a pool in the bottom of your stomach.

“Look at you, so pretty, you feelin’ good?” You nod, a hand twisting under his shirt and grabbing at his bare torso. His voice is dripping in husk, gorgeous in a way you’ve only ever pictured.

“Uh huh,” you manage to choke out.

He doesn't falter at his multitasking, his expert tongue working against yours as his hands work the button of your jeans open and the zipper down. “Let’s see how soaked you are...” The joints where your jaw is attached to your skull feels as if they vanish as your jaw drops open and Steve places his hand on your thin, cotton panties.

“Shit, honey, you are soaked.” He mutters, a sly half smile on his face.

“Jesus,” you whimper as he gently teases you.

He wastes no time, pushing your pants down your ass, watching as he exposes you with a stupid level of intrigue. “Baby, you know how pretty your pussy is, just dripping wet, jus ‘for me?”

He slips a finger in, reaching the deepest depths, somewhere yours never fucking could. He’s so fucking good at it too, watching your face as his thumb rotates on your clit, the pleasure from it more than you knew was possible. “S-Stevie,” you whimper, fingers clutching onto his shirt. “Oh, my god.”

“Wanted to see you like this for weeks, honey.” He adds another finger, his face watching and listening for every reaction you feed him. He eats them up like he’s been starving for you.

This information simply didn’t process, because there is no possibility this is true. None. “R-really?” You ask, leg moving up to get better access to your pussy.

Steve smirks, relishing in how you tighten around his digits. “Of course, honey.” His voice is like velvet, tender and smooth. He starts to move them faster, pumping them quickly, watching the breaths from your mouth grow shallower, your head falling back onto a shelf. “You think I don’t notice you watching me?”

Steve loves the reactions you give him, watching how you melt into putty in his hands. “You did?” It’s so close, he’s only started and you’re already being hurtled towards the edge.

“The way your thighs tense up, your eyes watching me, those pretty lips parted…” he explains, you have to give him credit for being much more observant than you had pegged him for. “Wanted to put my thumb in your mouth so many times, darling.”

“Why didn’t you?” You ask him, tensing up as you get close to your climax.

He laughs. You’re almost offended by his nonchalance. Is…is he not turned on, too? “We were surrounded by people, sweets. I have some self control, yunno.”

The reminder that you’re in the back room with him at work is on your mind, a hint of cockiness floods your head. “Evidently, not-not that much.”

He works his fingers harder, you’re not sure if it’s a reward or punishment for your words, but the orgasm is abrupt, overflowing your senses completely as you shake against the shelf. “There she is,” he mutters, fingers working you through every sensation he so expertly provides you.

He smirks as he watches the afterglow take over your face, biting his lip when your head finally lifts up to face him. Just when you think he couldn’t possibly get any hotter, he proves you wrong. You don’t doubt he will prove you wrong again. And again.

…and again.

You barely take a second to recover, hands fumbling down for his jeans button. “Kay, now I need you.” You urge him, grinning at the way his cock pops out against the fabric of his shirt. A hushed swear falls from your lips when you take in his size, bigger than you even thought he was.

And you thought he was huge.

“Yeah?” He asks, a droopy smile on his face when your eyes peer up at him.

You nod, wrapping your hand around him, jerking him off. He’s thick, the head flushed red and a vein wrapping around it. When his face crumples, a crease appearing between his eyes, you’ve already proven yourself right in your theory. “Please, Stevie.” You urge him, pulling his cock towards your entrance.

Your ass sits on an empty shelf, where it’s been resting since he fucked his fingers into you. When he slaps his cock, already leaking with precum, against your clit, you whine impatiently, silently begging for him. “I like when you ask so nicely. Do it s’more, will ya?”

“C’mon, Stevie, I want your cock, so fucking bad. I’ve pictured this so many times, I fucking need it. Please.” You don’t mention anything about a third party usually being present, but that could come up, maybe…

Steve grins, marveling in the way your voice is so pathetic for him. It’s even better than he imagined, by more than a million miles. A part of him is greedy for you, greedy for even more proof of how badly you’ve wanted him, despite the clear evidence from the first time he clocked it.

At the time, he wondered if he was picturing it, the way your eyes were unfocused and shifted down at his arms. He was barely flexing them, when he did experimentally, he watched your breath literally hitch, eyes hurriedly switching back to his face.

It took a few more days of experimentation, but he finally confirmed it when the evidence was too congruent to think otherwise.

He’s even more greedy for you, having spent many nights thinking about you bent over, on your knees, on your back, riding him, you name it, he’s thought of it.

He can ask you to continually beg for him another time, right now he’s just desperate for you, so he ignores the call to ask you to beg even more and pushes the head in.

The gasp, your jaw dropping, the swears that fall from your lips and invade the quiet room, the way your pussy sucks him in, everything about your reaction is perfect to him. The feeling is likewise, watching in real time as his eyes darken for you, and for you alone.

He’s huge in a way you can’t even comprehend, frighteningly so.  Still, he starts thrusting, gently as he can muster, still stinging, regardless. He knows he should wait, he has to every time he’s with someone new, but god damn if your pussy wasn’t the best he’s ever felt in his life. His hips move wondrously, rolling them in a way that feels like magic.

You can’t help the yelps and the whines that fill the room, watching and combing your fingers through his famous locks. They’re so soft, despite the constant hairspray and hair products he uses. While the pain mostly overshadows the pleasure, the combination is beautifully laced together.

Boy, can he fuck better than you had imagined. While you have thought of some things while imagining him, nothing has ever even compared to all that he’s giving you.

The moans that pass through his mouth, the roll of his hips, the crumpled expression on his face…all things that your brain could never come up with. Sure, you thought he could talk dirty, imagined his long fingers instead of yours, maybe picturing the way you so desperately finger yourself; this wasn’t remotely close to what you imagined.

Hell, it wasn’t anywhere near what you had imagined.  

It’s so much better.

You whimper, stuttering on the S of his name, unable to finish it, too blissed to care.

“S-s, what, honey? What’s that you were saying?” He chuckles deeply when you tighten around him. “Oh, you like being talked down to, huh? Like being put in your place?”

You nod, pulling him for a needy kiss, losing any sense of concentration when his hand lands on your clit, rubbing it in the exact way you needed him to.

“I fucking knew you would, little whore getting fucked at work, taking his big cock like you were made to, fuck.” His thrusts get stronger, harder, faster, gasping wordlessly at how fucking good he is at it.

“Fuck, Stevie, you gonna breed me? Gonna cum in my pussy? Need it so fucking bad, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

The smile that invades his face is cocky, watching you crumble under him. “Listen to your pretty voice beg for me, you really want me that bad, huh?” You nod, wondering how his hips hit harder. How was that possible? “Gonna breed you, honey, just keep being a good girl f’me, and I’ll fill you up, mmkay?”

You nod, watching the beads of sweat slowly coat his reddened face. One hand curls itself into the hair by the crown of your head, gripping tightly and watching the intense pleasure that takes over your face. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, no longer aware of any existence outside of this room, you’re here, only here, and will only be here.

“Shit, gonna fill you up, honey, need to feel you cum all over my cock, won’t you, please, sweets, need it—” while he thinks your begging is beautiful, his is just the thing to put you over the edge. The fluttering of your tight walls around him pulling the cum that fills you up beautifully.

His cock thrusts through the collective orgasm you feel together, the force of it pushing his load out of your pussy, you watch it leak past his length and down your thighs. It’s a sight that almost makes you cum again.

He smirks, catching his breath in time with you. He places kisses up your throat, taking in the way you tighten around him. Finally, you come back down to earth, the smell of sex in the room from your tryst overwhelming it. How much febreeze would it take to hide it? Your jeans are barely down to your knees, shirt ruffled, and hair a mess. Man, did you get caught up in him, his kiss, his scent, his cock.

A shy grin cascades across your face, watching as a piece of hair curls its way into his eye. “Hi, beautiful.” He greets, hand plastering itself onto your cheek.

“Hi.” You whisper, still pulsing around him.

“Did you enjoy it as much as I did?” He asks, biting his lip as his eyes look bored into yours.

“Probably more.” You admit, grinning cheekily. “You did all the work.”

He laughs in answer, placing a kiss on your cheek as he pulls out. The loss is stark, you suddenly feel so empty.

Oh, he did manage his entire length. Fuck.

“Was it everything you wanted?”

You flick an eyebrow up at him, tilting your head. “I don’t know, Harrington. You tell me.”

He laughs, winking at you. “Yeah, whatever.”

You wouldn’t exactly call yourself his girlfriend at this point because that certainly didn’t feel like an invitation for such. In fact, when Steve mentions his date coming up that weekend you don’t exactly feel heartbreak, just jealousy.

Whatever weird relationship you just started with him, coworkers with benefits or whatever, you are down for it. You're immediately wondering how often you’ll be in the back room with him, sharing cheeky looks across the room when he winks at you.

When he’s that good, it’s hard not to be.

-

Despite the urge to, you actually don’t tell Robin over the phone about your hook up with Steve. Something about the secrecy just makes it that much hotter. You lie, telling her the night was boring with customers appearing for their late returns.

The store is reopened, Steve grinning at you manically as he continues with his work. Well, if you can call putting the returns away “work”.

Your mom is at work for the night, taking a double at the hospital. She left twenty bucks on the counter for supper, leaving a note to order some take out. Well, pizza it is. You order the vegetarian deluxe, rolling your eyes at the wait time; forty-five minutes to an hour. Apparently, they are very busy tonight. Whatever.

You decide to kill time, running up to your room and jumping on your bed, kicking your panties off, keeping the sweatshirt you wear on. Your fingers happily dance themselves onto your clit, using some of the gift Steve left you as lubricant.

Sometimes, the person you imagine takes over for you, sometimes they simply put their cock in you, disguised in the form of a dildo. This time, they merely watch.

“That’s right, let’s see those fingers touch your pretty clit.” You imagine his voice, Eddie, picturing him watching you. “Little slut can’t even be satisfied with Harrington’s cock, huh?” He asks, and yeah, maybe you are a desperate slut ready for either man to take advantage of you. But who fucking cares, at this point? Your hand moves up to touch your tit, sneaking past the hem of your shirt, when your own imagination stops you. “No, you can touch yourself over your sweater, I’m letting you touch your pussy, isn’t that enough?”

Somehow it makes you moan desperately, massaging it pathetically. You shake your head, feeling a bit like a brat for the moment.

“No? Feeling greedy, huh?” He asks, you picture his dark brown eyes fixated on your pussy, fingers itching to touch you, just able to prevent himself from doing so.

You grin, nodding. “Please let me, I’ll be so good.” You take full advantage of no one being home.

“Hmm. Don’t think you will be…” He muses, and man, did you know what you liked. You desperately hoped he would know, too. “You already had Harrington’s cock today, and now you want someone else?”

“Yeah, she is quite a slut, ain’t she?” Oh, there he is.

The idea of the two of them here, watching you with dark eyes, both breaking at the seams at resisting the want to touch you, creates a new stir in you that feels nearly impossible.

“Look at how greedy she is, desperate for us, ain’t she?”  You picture Eddie agreeing, squatting right in front of your bed to get a closer look.

Suddenly you forget about the urge to beg them to let you touch your tit and move on to begging for them. Begging for one of them, at least, to finally take pity on you and just fuck you already. Why is this so enticing to you? Why does it draw you in so, like a moth to a flame?

Well, you suppose if the flame was two hot, gorgeous, capable men, you’d be drawn to it just as a moth is, despite how badly the heat burns you.

Your fingers grow faster, gasping more intensely as the scenario furthers in your mind. You’re about to push yourself over the edge, the whines from your throat loud and desperate, when the doorbell rings twice, one after the other. Fuck, the pizza’s here.

You completely forgot you even ordered food to begin with.

You rush to put a pair of sweats on, petting your hair down desperately as you pick up the 20 from the counter. The bell rings twice more, you yell “I’m coming, I’m coming!” at the impatient driver. Well, you would’ve been if they were just five minutes slower.

The door opens to face Eddie Munson, holding a pizza in his hand and wearing a dorky delivery driver visor. Huh, the last thing you ever expect him to wear is a bright yellow visor, the shade of American cheese, with a dripping piece of pizza on it, that’s for damn sure. Well, the last thing you expected was to see Eddie Munson, especially with what you were just doing, what you were just picturing. Well, this is awkward. For you it is, for him you guessed it was just another delivery.

You smile awkwardly, tossing him the 20 and trading for your pizza. He asks how much you want back as the order and the delivery fee only cost you 10 dollars in total. You insist he takes the ten-dollar tip, grinning when he blinks in disbelief.

As much as you want to stay and talk to him and get a better handle of his voice, you were so close, and you can feel it starting to drift away. You close the door with a frank thank you and slide the pizza on the counter, running up the stairs.

As the door slams in his face, Eddie’s eyebrows raise, finding the whole interaction peculiar. In fact, when you opened the door, he clocked the scent right away. With how wet you are, both your arousal and Steve’s cum dripping down your thighs, it flooded his nose. Eddie knows the smell of pussy and knows it well. You were in such a rush to get back to your own imagination, you didn’t notice the way his jeans started to tent at the crotch.

Eddie starts to shrug it off, accepting the tip and taking the hint that you wanted alone time, but a sound, enticing and wonderous, floats into his ears. He thought he was hallucinating, did…did he just hear his name?

He wanders past the gate to your backyard and looks up to an open window, not seeing you, but hearing the moans that leave your throat as you continue your mission. His jaw slacks open, listening to you beg for him, beg for his cock. God, now knowing he has such power over you is driving him insane.

His cock throbs in his jeans to the point of hurting, he grabs himself just for the tiniest bit of relief, slightly stroking himself to the sound of your voice. Eddie’s legs are restless, like he wants to go back to your front door and ask if you want his help. He nearly carries himself there, ready to devour you, his career as a delivery driver be damned.

He only makes two strides when the second thing that freezes him into place comes out of your mouth. The first was you openly begging for him, but the second one is hearing you add someone else’s name in the mix. Eddie mistakes it for the wrong name, but as you intertwine his with Steve’s, it becomes clear to him that he wasn’t the only one you were currently begging for.

Your voice gets higher, more urgent, the begging transitions from begging for them to fuck you, which, jesus, to letting you finish. Man, he loves the way your mind works. He slips his cock out, unable to resist relieving himself any further. His eyes flicker to your neighbors’ lights, he hopes no one would be nosey enough to peer into your backyard for the night.

Come to think of it, he’s actually not sure he would care all that much.

The symphony of strings of swears and whimpers that float down from your window only adds fuel to his fire. “Oh, baby, just letting anyone listen to you, if they really wanted to, huh?” Sometimes being vocal is his Achillies heel. He should shut up, especially perving like this, but it’s nearly impossible.

You beg his name, imagining him and Steve refusing again.

“Listen to you beg like a little slut, hmm?” He muses, regretting that there’s nothing for him to clutch on to.

“Eddie, m’ so close…”

“Not yet, doll.”  He chides, hoping you’ll play along.

A miracle happens, as if you know exactly what his intentions would be. “Stevie, please?”

“Hmm, don’t you dare, Harrington.” Eddie threatens, and now he really does want to join you.

“Please, I’ve been so good…”

Your insistence, your sweet voice begging for him, God, Eddie’s already so damn close himself. “Let’s hear it, baby.”

The stars align, because from the sounds of your whines that come from your window are just enough for Eddie to spill over his fist, spurts of his cum dripping onto the grass beneath him. From the sounds of it, your orgasm is something that makes your every muscle spasm, the kind that lingers for minutes after. While your mewls, and whines, and whimpers are practically perfect, Eddie really wishes he could get the visuals.

He sees a shadow move; he wonders if you just remembered you have food waiting. He’d better move from your driveway before you realize he’s still there.

On his way to drop off a pizza that is also waiting to be delivered, one he knows he will have to pay for himself after the wait, (worth it), an idea forms in his head that is just too good for him to pass up or call it like it is…insane.  

-

When you feel a repetitive tap on your forearm at lunch the following week, you believe Robin is trying to annoy you. You ignore her, focusing on the novel you’re reading while you shrug her off. At the clearing of someone’s throat, you finally look up.

Oh, shit.

Eddie stands in front of you, hands in his pockets as he nods to the seat right next to you. All you can do is nod, out of breath as he sits in the seat right next to you.

“I’ll uh, just get going.” Robin mutters, shooting you a smirk as she gathers her backpack and takes off.

You shoot daggers at her, anxiously twisting your hands under the table, gulping as your nerves flood your senses.

Eddie rests his jacket leather covered arms on the table, head turned towards you. “Enjoy your pizza?” He asks, a twinkle in his eyes you can’t quite place.

Your brows furrow, confused until it dawns on you. He was the one that delivered it. “Oh…it-it was good.” You smile, sighing nervously.

A lopsided smile takes over Eddie’s face, he watches as the wheels turn in your pretty noggin. Knowing what the confusion meant when they furrow until the realization hits you. It’s a breath of fresh air, really, knowing he didn’t need to worry about rejection, knowing how secretly desperate you are for him.

He nods, licking his lips. “Good, good.” The way you sit nervously, the subtle tensing of your thighs, you’re sweet, amusing, even. “You going to Harrington’s party this Saturday?”

You blink, taking in the sentence. “Huh?”

He chuckles, and the smile on his face is gorgeous. “Harrington. Know him?” You nod, eyes wide. “You going to his party?”

Steve literally invited you the day before, suggesting he might drag you into a closet or something. “Yeah, I am.”

“Wanna go with me?”

Yes. Yes, you do. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. “Sure.” You accept, leaning on your elbow, a shy smile on your face.

“Pick you up at 10?” Somehow, Eddie has the ability to make you feel breathless, and his skin hasn’t even grazed yours yet.

Hopelessly, desperately, you wait for Saturday. Over the week, Eddie has caught your eye across the cafeteria, shooting his cocky grin that continually melts you into a puddle.

That same cocky grin he gives you as he drives over to Steve’s. While Steve knows of your crush on him, he also was aware of how much you like Eddie. Honestly he’s just rooting for you, seeing the excited glint in your eye when you give him the news.

Every little part of you is wondering how it is possible that you might have the choice…when weeks ago you thought you had no possible chance with either of them. There’s a slight part of you wondering…wondering if you’d slipped into an alternate universe where the world is starting to work out in your favor. It feels plausible until you wondered why the hell you’d be going to work or doing homework in your perfect world.

Eddie’s hand rests on your shoulder as you enter, the music blaring from Steve’s living room. A crowd of sweaty teenagers jumping, grinding, dancing, filled to the brim with far too much alcohol. You’d barely said a word to him, stuck in your head as you accepted a red solo cup from him. He makes his own mix, a brown liquid you don’t recognize with some coke. Yours is a vodka-sprite mix, hoping the extra shot you pour will loosen you up a bit.

Or…a lot.

“Dance with me?” He asks, pointing to the living room as he takes a big swig.

You squint at him, already in the middle of taking a big gulp, wincing at the burn. “You dance?”

He shrugs, fingers tapping on the red plastic of his cup. “I do when pretty girls dance with me.”

You take another big gulp, already feeling the effects. What can I say, you are a lightweight. “Better go find one.”

Well, it seems the alcohol is doing its thing.

Eddie’s arm easily wraps around your waist, pulling you up against him. The look in his eye excites you, gulping as his hot breath is on your neck, enticing a shudder. “You little shit.” He mutters, a smug little grin on his face. “I was already asking a pretty girl for your information. I was giving you the privilege of asking, but now you have no choice.”

The cup nearly collides with your nose as he takes another swig, his eyes never leaving yours. His hand easily intertwines with yours as he tosses the cup over his shoulder, tugging you to the living room.

You follow him, hypnotized by his siren’s song. Eddie doesn’t have an inch of patience left in him, already antsy from the show you put on for him. He lets his hands wonder, holding you close to him and going everywhere, your hips, your thighs, your ass, even trailing under your tiny skirt. You don’t protest, inhaling his scent. The mix of body wash, cologne, and just him is mouthwatering.

He doesn’t ask, doesn’t need to from the way you melt in his arms when his lips finally land on yours. The reward of your moan vibrating into his mouth is just what he needs, the very reward he was looking for. You don’t have it in you to pretend you aren’t eager, your lips searching for his as soon as it registers. The kisses are urgent, fervent, and just the right amount of messy.

His knee makes its way between your legs, already mapping how easy it is to make you fall apart, even in the middle of a crowd. And do you ever fold in his arms even at the subtle touch of his hands on your skin, tongue on yours, the adrenaline in your veins… it’s enough to make you forget you’re in a crowd.

When his tongue lands on your throat, sending ripples of pure ecstasy down your spine. The moment he feels you start to grind on his thigh, he has you right where he wants you. His mouth dives into your ear, heated breaths sending a chill through you. “I’ll be right back.”

Confused, you catch his eye, faltering as his knee leaves where it’s stationed.

He winks, walking across the living room, feeling pretty smug at how he feels your eyes on the back of his head.

Now for his plan.

Steve invited a girl over for his party, deciding he’d do exactly what he had insisted he’d do with you. Instead, he’s mesmerized by how you and Eddie are grinding across the way from him. No matter how hard he tries, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the two of you, now wishing you were following through on said plans with him.

When Eddie’s lips met your neck, he feels entirely too restless, forcing himself not to place you in the middle of a sandwich he’d very much like to be a part of.

Now the girl is off with another dude having sought out a different sex buddy when Steve backed out, making out with some jock on his couch. Not that he cares, he’s barely noticed her. He’s far too busy being captivated by you and your date.

Speaking of your date, he attempts to look busy as soon as Eddie starts crossing the room, to where Steve assumed was the bathroom a few feet behind him. Boy, was he wrong. As Steve crowds into the wall, pretending to be staring off towards anywhere else, Eddie stops right next to him, observing Steve with a smirk.

Eddie started keeping track of Steve as soon as he got to the party, keeping mental tabs on him. It wasn’t hard, Steve’s eyes were glued the two of you, and it made Eddie’s plan ten times easier.

“Hi, Harrington.” He smirks, watching Steve’s shallow breathing and shifty eyes. Wasn’t very often he’s seen him lack confidence, and it’s almost too easy to get the two of you to dance how he wanted. “Enjoying the show?”

Steve falters, batting his pretty eyelashes as he processes it. “I-I’m not sure what you mean.”

Eddie rolls his eyes with his arms crossed. It certainly doesn’t help that Eddie had used every one of the tools in his belt. Shown off his arms, put some care into his hair, wore a shirt that was just a little too short for his torso…

As planned, it was working like a charm. “C’mon Steve, those pretty eyes of yours were burning a hole into the back of my head the entire time. Or…were you not watching the way she grinded on my leg?”

Steve’s eyes flicker to you, having now moved back into the kitchen to get another cup of alcohol. His eyes meet Eddie’s again, gulping, not able to find it in himself to deny any further. “Okay, so I was. It’s basically impossible not to.”

Eddie’s smile grows, his teeth just barely peeking through. “Isn’t it?” It really falls into Eddie’s favor that Steve was already against the wall, hand landing right next to his face. “Well, I gotta be honest, from the look on your face it almost looked like you wanted to join us.”

Oh god, is Steve hallucinating, or did Eddie just invite him to do the very thing he so desperately craved? “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Munson.”

Eddie rolls his eyes again, amused at the hesitance Steve displays. “I’m not. I’m inviting you to one.”

Steve’s breath hitches, Eddie affirming exactly what he was afraid of. “Think she’d be down for that?”

The genuine laughter that leaves Eddie’s lips is a bit startling, to say the least. “I can say, Steve, with 100% certainty, that she would be.”

“Well, shit, Eds.” Steve laughs, already hard from the mere thought of it. “Let’s go get our girl.”

-

A part of you starts to worry, tipsy as you stare into your drink while sitting next to who you thought was Steve’s date but is all over some football jock. Despite your date being Eddie, you were glad. Your jealousy can start simmering down. You catch Eddie’s jeans ripped at the knee, eyes raking up to his face, noting Steve trailing right behind him.

Eddie ignores your confused face, offering his hand for you to take. Yours lands in his, and it wraps around yours as he effortlessly tugs you up to him. “Come on, we’re going upstairs.” He waits for you to acknowledge Steve standing by you, eyebrow quirking up. “Oh, Steve’s joining us.”

You are not protesting. That's the last thing you'd be doing. If anything, it’s just sudden. All you can do is let out stuttered breaths, attempting to ask how, or why, before getting to the what.

Eddie pretends to falter, brow furrowing as he condescendingly tilts his head. “What, I thought this is what you wanted?”

Okay, how could he possibly know that? “Y-yes, yes, I do, but-but how--?”

“You should probably close your window next time you decide to order food and have a bit of fun, there, sweetheart.” Your eyes shoot open wide, immediately understanding why Eddie approached you when he did. Your window. He leans into Steve, laughter sitting under his voice. “Stevie, should’ve heard her, she was begging for us both, sweet thing had no idea I could hear.”

Steve’s mouth turns into a smirk, watching the many phases your sweet face goes through. “That true? You thinking of us both at the same time?”

By this point, your eyes haven’t even stopped switching between the two men as they leer over you. You wonder how many times this exact scenario has crossed your mind, giving you eyes as they proposition you to be the delicious middle of their sandwich. It’s everything you want, everything you crave.

Then why the fuck is it so damn terrifying?

“You got words, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, catching Steve’s eye, who has his hands on his hips, his eyes curtained by those glorious locks.

No words come to mind, except how fucking wet their gazes make you feel. You let your action speak for itself, turning on the spot to run up the stairs.

You’re halfway up when you hear the thumping of two sets of feet behind you vaguely over the loud music, giggles bubbling up your throat as you turn around the corner down the hall. Not panic, but pure excitement fills your chest as the sounds of footsteps invade the upstairs. A hand grabs yours, yanking you back to the door that Steve opens, his own room.

Sometimes it’s occupied by some random hook ups, he usually tries to lock it for a big party, but honestly if there were someone in his room, he would’ve kicked them out. He’s already hooked up in his mom and dad’s room, as barf inducing as it is, and he refuses to do so on this particular night.

Eddie is right behind you as you enter, hands already making their way under your shirt. He’s eager, his hand hooking under the hem and lifting it over your head and your arms. The cold air meets your skin, gifting it goosebumps. Your shirt hits the floor, you can hear it on Steve’s hardwood. The sound is minor in the grand scheme of things, currently focused on Steve’s lips on yours and Eddie’s hands making their way under the wire of your bra.

Steve’s hands grab at your shoulders, pulling you so you fall on top of him, Eddie giggling as he lands on the two of you. Eddie’s laughs weave with the kisses he scatters along your back, your neck, hands moving absentmindedly as he undoes the backing of your bra.

Under you, Steve’s hands delicately grab the straps of the bra and pull them off your arms. Your bra is flung across the room without a second thought, Steve palming your tits and playing with the nipples between his fingers, twisting and groping them as you mewl into his ear.

Eddie falls sideways onto the bed, the momentum knocking both you and Steve on your sides as well with him. You giggle, starting to grab at the edge of Steve’s shirt to lift over his head. Eddie flips your skirt up, his long fingers touching the fabric over your weeping pussy.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” Eddie mumbles, sneaking under the waistband of your panties, touching you softly and moving his finger up and down. “Pretty baby must be turned on, hmm?”

Steve bends down to mouth at your nipples, his silk tongue hot and magical, gently nipping with his teeth in a way that makes your blood sing.

The marvelous mixture of sensation has your head flung back on Eddie’s shoulder, writhing in their holds as they work together. One of Eddie’s fingers slips in, long and deep within you. A loud gasp fills the room as Eddie’s thumb rotates your clit slowly and watches you fall apart.

His finger hooks, working perfectly against your g-spot. “F-fuck!”

Steve licks up the mound of your breast, dirtily licking all the way to your neck, nibbling bruises across your neck. “Gonna cum so quickly, sweets?” Steve asks, teasing you.

“Feels-feels so good!” You whimper, starting to grind helplessly on Eddie’s finger.

Steve’s eyes switch over to Eddie’s, who is already watching him. He grins, eyes switching from the metal-head’s eyes to his lips before licking his own. Both men are pressed against you as they lean in, their lips connecting as you lay in a true sandwich. Wet sounds of their kisses are loud in the room, and from their body language it gets heated fast as Eddie moans behind you, his fingers not resting for a second.

They’re fast and relentless, a heat in your pussy too hot, too much as you’re pushed over the edge like being pushed over a cliff. It hits you hard as you restlessly wither in-between them. Steve’s mouth moves from Eddie’s straight to yours, muffling the moans that leave your mouth.

The loss is sudden as Eddie removes his fingers to pull your skirt down your ass. “You want me to tell Stevie what I heard, or you wanna tell him?”

Your lips freeze against Steve’s, eyes opening, gulping as you back away from him.

“Ooh, I wanna know, what’d you hear, Eds?” Steve asks, getting the hint when Eddie helps move you on to your back.

“Well, from what I could tell she was picturing us watching her play with herself, begging for us to touch her, begging for our cocks, begging to cum…”

Shit, he did hear everything.

“Shit, when was this, honey?”

You bite on your pointer finger nervously as Eddie tugs on your thighs, giggles spilling from your mouth. “Wednesday.”

Steve shakes his head, unbuttoning his jeans as he grins at you, Eddie settling himself between your legs. “Oh, you greedy girl.”

Eddie finishes pulling your skirt down your legs, tossing it over his shoulder as he asks, “Why?”

“Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Steve asks, cockily grinning at Eddie as he pulls down his boxers, his cock springing free. “Yeah, she took my cock in the back of Family Video that day, didn’t ya, darlin’?”

Eddie quirks his eyebrow, staring up at you from in-between your legs, grinning intensely. “Oh, you are greedy aren’t ya? Maybe such a greedy girl doesn’t get her wildest fantasies coming true, hmm?”

He’s bluffing, but in your post-orgasm haze you can’t tell at all, you're just desperate for them. You protest it loudly, humming several no’s in a row.

“I dunno, maybe you can watch for tonight and we’ll let you join in another time, hmm?” Eddie taunts you, grabbing Steve’s cock and stroking it, Steve’s moan from final, sweet, relief filling the room.

You’re protesting more, resting on your forearms as you’re hypnotized by the way Eddie’s eyes are locked onto Steve’s. Okay, watching them isn’t all that terrible, but you’re already naked.

Eddie leans in, eyes still trained on Steve as he wraps his mouth around the head of Steve’s cock. You’re hypnotized by it, their constant eye contact creating an energy that is palpable. Eddie’s head tilts back, his tongue that he likes to show off so much at school lingering on Steve’s mushroom tip, reveling in the pearl of precum.

He kisses it, twisting his head to you. “Enjoying the show, sweetheart?”

You nod, grinning manically. “Very much.”

“Maybe we can take pity on her, hey, Eds?” Steve asks, also looking at you.

“Yeah, she can watch another time.” Eddie mumbles, pulling away from Steve to lean in back between your legs. “For now, I need to bury my nose in this sweet little cunt.”

That’s the only warning you get before Eddie’s long tongue slides itself against your wet folds, a hot, wet stripe sending shivers up your spine. You can’t help the whine that leaves your throat, desperate and all too happy to accept it.

Steve saunters over to your mouth, stroking himself as he observes your face. “Think you can be a good girl and take this cock down your throat?” You nod, reaching for him pathetically. You guide his cock to your mouth, the large head pushing into your mouth. His length fills your mouth, pushing right to the back of your throat. “Oh, that’s a good girl.”

A hum leaves your mouth around him, somehow dividing your attention between Steve’s cock in your mouth and Eddie’s tongue on your pussy.

Speaking of Eddie, his tongue has been slowly working, barely putting an ounce of pressure, focused on gathering up any arousal you feed him. His fingers are harsh against your thighs, the friction nearly burning as he grips you tightly. “Fuck, you taste…” he pauses, gasping and greedy, “so sweet.”

Your mouth is busy, too busy to tell Eddie how much he just needs to touch you harder, already. Your hips do it for you, grinding up as a silent question. Simultaneously, your hands move to Steve’s base, playing with his balls. Your mouth makes a wet plop, suddenly in the mood to have them up against your face. Your greedy tongue pokes out to lick at the patched hair that covers them, gasping at the sweaty musk they radiate.

Steve buckles, swearing loudly as his hand lands roughly next to your face. “Oh, my gooood, baby.”

As a reaction, Eddie digs in further, his tongue pushing into you, deliciously long and vibrating into you as he hums. The stench of sweat and your dribble fills your nose, your face slobbered and wet. Eddie places his thumb on your clit, rubbing in small circles as the more you give him, the more he takes.

He knows the smell of pussy, and your smell has driven him completely insane, like a pheromone that overwhelms any logic he once held and replaces it with you.

You gasp, taking Steve’s cock back in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Steve’s hand curls into your hair, his thumb swaying against your cheek. You can barely focus on it, the overstimulation making that oh-so-funny feeling take over once more, swelling in your stomach.

“You gonna cum again, honey?” Steve asks, his hips moving slowly, yet picking up at an unprecedented rate. You nod around him, his cock hitting and forming a beautiful swell in your cheek, moaning around him. “Gonna fill this pretty little mouth, then we’ll pay attention to Eds over there, hmm? Bet he needs some help, hmm?”

“Might cum from her taste alone, honestly,” Eddie mumbles, working his tongue even faster, even more.

That single sentence does it for you, mouth tightening around Steve as you spill onto Eddie’s tongue, legs tightening around his ears. Steve feels as you moan around him, every part of you tensing, your mouth specifically tightening and pulling sticky ropes that jump down your throat.

It becomes too much, overflowing your mouth and drooling down your chin. Eddie kisses your thigh, lapping up the arousal that spilled to your thighs. Steve pulls out, watching with hooded and hazy eyes as your mouth stays open, tongue poking out covered in him, smiling as when his eyes drift to your throat gulping as he flows down your throat.

“Did I hear you say it was my turn?” Eddie asks, head poking out from between your legs. “Does that mean I get to feel this tight little pussy wrapped around my cock?”

Steve chuckles, his hand still wrapped in your hair. “If I’ve already had a turn, guess it only seems fair.” His thumb swipes across your chin, gathering the excess cum that gathered.

Out of nowhere Eddie pounces, grabbing Steve’s wrist and lapping the sticky substance with his tongue, making a show of it. Well, Eddie is nothing if not a performer.

Steve seems to think his turn is over, turning to the mess of clothes on the floor. “Stevie,” you whine, sitting up. Your legs feel like jelly, grabbing at the shirt on Eddie right next to you. How is Eddie still fully dressed? “Do you have lube?”

“You don’t need lube, sweets, you're soaked.”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Not what I meant, Ed.” You look back to Steve. “Hey, stop getting dressed! You got lube, right?”

“Uh…yes.” Steve startles, hands on his hips with his hips, eyebrows furrowed.

How have they not picked up on it yet? “Seriously?” You ask, switching between their confused glances. “Remember how Eddie said you’d make every fantasy come true?” They nod, you move onto your knees, undoing Eddie’s belt, and button quickly. “Well, when I pictured this, I pictured every hole being filled.”

Usually, a sentence like this would make you shy, embarrassingly so. However, the collective stare the two men give you is mind numbingly arousing.

“Shit,” Eddie mutters, sharing a bewildered look with Steve. “Well, go get the damn lube, Steve!”

Steve chuckles, moseying to the bedside table and grabbing a small bottle.

Your hands, frozen on Eddie’s half undone jeans, finally start moving again, pulling down his jeans and underpants. His cock springs out, the head an angry red. You lean forward, extending your legs backward as you lean forward to accept Eddie in the back of your throat.

Steve comes from behind him, lifting the loose black shirt he wears over his head, sprinkling kisses along Eddie’s skin.

Eddie groans, lifting his head up. “Fuck, ok, get up, need to feel that pussy right now.”

You smirk, getting off Eddie with a pop, standing up on weak legs. Eddie pulls you right against him, wrapping your lips in a sweet kiss. His tongue wastes no time to reach out to touch yours, connecting wonderfully. Eddie turns the two of you around, kicking off his jeans and stumbling over them. He falls backward onto the bed, you falling onto him and giggling like a madman.

A hand wraps around your cheeks, squishing them comically and pulling your face upward. “Kiss me, honey.”

You grin, locking lips with Steve as your body hitches up toward him. A pair of hands plant you back down, bare pussy connecting with Eddie’s gorgeous cock. The sensation makes you whine, thighs tensing around Eddies. Your hips grind helplessly, hoping it pushes him in. “Patience, sweets.”

You whine impatiently, petulantly groaning against Steve’s lips. You part from him, staring down at Eddie. “Stop teasing me, and—” your sentence cuts short, Eddie grinning in satisfaction as he shuts you up. A hushed swear leaves your throat, elongated and stuttered on the sh in shit.

Your impatience is the size of a teaspoon, hips rutting down to take more of him quicker, even though he’s at a size where you know you should take your time. “Take your time,” Eddie tuts, wrapping his hand in your hair.

“I can’t.” You whine, trying to pull him in more.

Impossibly, you manage to take in Eddie’s full length faster than you know you should. It’s still not fast enough.

A second pair of hands land on your ass, grabbing at the apples of your cheeks with harsh nails digging into the soft skin. Eddie’s hands are on your hips, fingertips under the edge of Steve’s. A cold, thick liquid lands where it needs to, a finger pushes it in, a mighty pressure added to the mix.

You whine, bucking into them and grinding on Eddie’s cock simultaneously. A mix of sounds ring out, Eddie moaning, Steve chuckling, you breathlessly gasping. “Fuck.”

Steve adds another finger, twisting and playing, watching how both your holes spasm together, how Eddie’s cock starts to move for you when your hips are jerking too much to really do anything.

Eddie gasps into your ear, groaning and border-line whimpering. “F-fuck, feel this tight fucking pussy…Jesus, Harrington, you planned on keeping this to yourself?”

Steve doesn’t answer right away, inserting a third finger and grinning at your high-pitched reaction. “With how good it feels, can you fucking blame me?”

“How many times you pictured fucking me, sweets? Good as you thought it’d be?” Eddie asks, voice guttural.

“S-s-s-so much better,” you stutter, whining in the crook of his neck.

Over your shoulder, Steve winks at Eddie, and it gives Eddie the warning to pause his movements to allow Steve to enter. The pressure of the head against the hole is so good. “Fuck,” you whimper, gasping desperately.

If there’s anything you’re willing to admit, it’s that you never knew you could feel this good, this full, it’s a shame it took this long, really. The stupid part is, Steve isn’t even halfway in. Your jaw drops, hands tensing and curling and toes twitching, so many little muscles moving instantaneously.

“You okay, sweets?” Eddie asks, whispering sweetly as your gasping grows in both depth and volume. You frantically nod, the sweat fierce and intense.

“More.” You beg, the only word that can possibly make sense to you.

However small, however faint, Steve heard the plea and pushed in more. Your jaw drops, leaning onto Eddie’s bare chest with your elbows and staring at Eddie’s darkened, brown eyes. He’s pretty, too pretty.

You adjust, and yeah, lube definitely needs to be used in this bullshit, it makes it feel so much better. “More,” you whimper, twisting your body to look back at Steve to see his reaction as he pushes in one last time.

The awkward twist of the body is worth it to see how his jaw drops and eyes close, followed by his head falling back in bliss. “Fuck, both your tight little holes are so good, honey.”

“What a good girl you are, love, god you take cock so well,” Eddie compliments you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Steve’s strong hand sways across your ass, caressing it fiercely. “Like she was made to, isn’t it,” he adds, hunching over your build to kiss the bare skin.

Your toes are curled, your whole-body tense, eyes closed as you lie in the sandwich that contains the three of you. Good. God, it’s good. The goodness that it is starts to trail down your cheeks, trailing off your chin. “Good,” you whimper, trying to look at both of them at once. “G-good. Move. Move,” you act restlessly, hands moving without a destination in mind, hips bucking anxiously with no such success.

They work in tandem, their hips synchronously moving together, both rolling their hips perfectly. Steve twists his arm around your torso, extending as he wraps his hand around your neck, fingers beautifully spread, choking the little air you have out of your lungs. Eddie stares up at your face in awe, holding your hips fiercely while his hips buck up.

Steve’s hand awkwardly spiders up your jaw, letting go of your neck to hook a thumb in your mouth and rest his fingers on your chin.

As a reflex, you start to suck on it. “What a pretty slut we have, hey, Stevie?” Eddie asks, admiring your pretty mouth wrapped around Steve’s thumb.

“Thirsting over her little holes being filled, taking it so well, fucking right, she is.” Steve agrees. He yanks his thumb out, using the same hand to lightly slap your ass.

You moan, loud and stuttered, and guttural at the sting of pain that just adds more to the pleasure. “Fuck!” Steve chuckles doing it again, harsher this time.

Eddie’s arms wrap around you, pulling your tits against his chest. He pulls you in for a kiss, dirty, and filled with spit. Steve slaps another time, harder than the others, you yell into Eddie’s mouth as a direct response. Your lips stutter off Eddie, whining desperately at the marvel.

“Whore.” You whine out, desperate.

“Oh, she wants to be called a whore, does she? Well she certainly earned it, didn’t she?” Eddie mocks, voice only a little bit strained. Eddie surges forward, slapping your ass harshly, igniting a yelp from you from the unexpected sting. “Sorry, Stevie, I wanted in on the fun.”

Steve grunts out a moan, “Of course, after all, our whore loves it, doesn’t she?”

They start to move faster, Eddie’s hips more jagged, Steve’s hips in a rolling pattern, both cocks fucking you in a way that is simply too good to be true.

That seemed to be the common theme for the night, good. While fantastic, amazing, wonderful, beautiful, are much better synonyms, good is the only word simple enough to reach your brain. Maybe the stream of tears trailing down your face are stealing the strong words from your vocabulary, maybe it’s the cocky look that sits on both their faces. Maybe it’s the wandering hands.

“Gonna cum.”

“Oh, make a mess for us, sweetheart.” Eddie commands, planting wet lips all along your jaw, neck, shoulder, anywhere he can reach.

Steve slips his hand around your thigh, placing two fingers on your clit. “Wanna feel this tight little hole as you cum, yeah? Gonna see our baby make another fucking mess.”

The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming every nerve you have. Gasps leave your throat, high pitched and too much. “Cum all over me, baby.”

A feeling you’ve never had, a high you’ve never reached, comes into play, forcing you to push something you didn’t know you could. “Oh, I’m gonna—”

A gush overwhelms the heavy breaths that are coming from both Eddie and Steve. Your vision is flooded with stars, writhing in their collective hold.

It takes you a minute to recover from it, both men’s hips slowly bucking in, slowly hips rolling and swaying. You still look like you need time when you choke out, “Fuck me! Fill me up, please, please, please?”

“Of course, whatever the pretty girl wants.” Steve mutters, hands gripping onto your hips as he fucks into you, matching the relentless pace Eddie was already at.

“Jus’ like that, jus’ like that~”

“Oh fuck, keep begging like that, honey.” Steve encourages you, grabbing harshly against your scalp.

“You better be as close as I am, Harrington, or this will be embarrassing.” Eddie warns, only half joking with how desperate his moans sounded.

“Fill her up with me?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Eddie answers, grinning manically. “J-j-jesus christ!”

The symphony of moans as they fill you up in both holes is music to your ears, something you never thought you’d hear. You do your best to memorize every note, every consonant, every vowel, to commit it to memory.

The world freezes as three sets of lungs attempt to catch their breath. Hands gracing over any skin they can touch for a gentle caress. Caresses lead into kisses on skin, wet and comforting in the best way.

You can’t tell how much time passes as the three of you fall over into a three way spoon, cocks still keeping you good and full.

“Did so good, honey.” Steve praises, petting your hair and skin.

“Good girl, such a good girl for us.” Eddie adds, unable to help his hand fluttering over to Steve’s hair, as well.

Your gasps turn from whimpers to hums, accepting every whisper of appraisal with an overly satisfied grin sitting on your face. They pull themselves out eventually, you moan at the loss as your spaghetti limbs sprawl on the bed. “Gonna grab you some water, honey,” Steve whispers, planting a kiss in your hair.

“You need a bath, sweetheart? I know for a fact it fits the three of us down the hall.” Eddie asks right after him, yanking a pair of his jeans on.

You nod, head feeling heavy on your neck.

Eddie scoops you up in his arms, carrying you down the hall. As the tub fills with hot, soapy water, Steve comes back up the steps with a cold glass of water to the bathroom. “Drink up.”

In Steve’s corner tub, you sit on Eddie’s lap, arms wrapped around him absentmindedly as Steve climbs in across the two of you. They spend their time washing your body, the hot water, and bubbles soothing and gentle as ever. It feels so good, so nice, it hurts to think it will end soon.

Your hormones must’ve been wild, because the tears fall down your face as you start to think about how badly you don’t want this to end. They’re worried, asking what’s wrong as they worriedly reach one another’s eyes. “’M selfish.”

“Why you selfish, sweets?” Eddie asks, tilting your chin up to him.

“Cause…cause I don’t want this to end…having both of you...it’s too good.”

Eddie and Steve share a glance, the both of them knew from the start it wasn’t just a one-time thing. “Who said this was going to end?” Attempting to reach your eyes with his.

“What?” You ask, a beautiful flicker of hope in you.

Eddie’s arms tighten around you, hand reaching in to kiss your cheek. “It’s nowhere near over, baby.”

“You’re too good for us to let you go, honey.”

“Really?” You ask, now a tad skeptical. “You’re going to let me be selfish enough to have both of you?”

“Please.” Steve chuckles, eyebrow furrowing at the crash down the stairs. “If anything, we’re the selfish ones, honey.”

Selfish.

On a regular day, it’s hard not to feel completely selfish. But when there’s two enticing and captivating voices telling you that’s not possible, you forget the word even exists.

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I had this interesting scenario where Vox one day becomes exhausted from his rivalry with Alastor after realizing that the one-sided interactions were becoming old. He later meets the reader (who can also be a part of the hotel) who starts hacking into Voxtech's database to troll the company for shits and giggles. This catches Vox's attention and he's pissed about it. You can do what you want for the rest but they continue to have this rivalry to the point where it's very well known around hell. From an outside perspective, there is just back-and-forth angry banter but there are moments where they're just;

Reader: *appears on screen* Hey Box head, guess who found some good blackmail with your name on it- Vox: *Is so close to having a breakdown, he had a bad week.* Reader: Oh shit- did something happen, are you okay? 😰

They hate each other but they don't hate hate each other. This can be taken as platonic or romantic. I sent this request to someone else but I wanted to share anyway.

Vox x troll/hacker reader: Why So Blue? (Oneshot/concept version)

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A/N me when I get to write Vox getting utterly humiliated by a troll-y hacker demon 🫶

I changed about the order of stuff as things happen a bit and took creative liberties with this one - sorry if it's really different then the thought you originally had.

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, THIS WAS FROM THE LAST TIME THEY WERE OPEN)

Update: This was really well-received, and several people have requested a part 2. I've decided that I will be writing it properly from the start in a proper chapter kind of way rather than in this format so it makes continuity kind of work better rather then the drabbl-y format used here.

Cw: SFW, romantic, enemy's to lovers type beat, references to one-sided radiostatic, also references to staticmoth, mildly suggestive in one part 💀, gn reader, mostly light-hearted - idk if it qualifies as quite hurt/comfort lmao

- It was just a normal morning for Vox when you first showed up.

- As usual, he booted up for the day, got changed out of his casual clothes, and made his morning coffee.

- As he walked into his computer room, absentmindedly sipping his coffee while looking at his phone, he sits down in his desk.

- Then promptly spits out his mouthful.

- When he finally looks up at the screens around him, he's mortified to see a muted video of himself passionately (and very drunkly) singing and dancing horribly from last night while he was out with Valentino and Velvette.

- Posted on Sinstagram from his own account.

- Hundreds of comments flooded in underneath it; laughing, saying it's cute, complimenting his singing, and talking about the caption underneath with curiosity.

- The caption reads; 'For someone who talks so big about being ahead technologically, it was awfully easy to hack old Boxy here LMAO'

- Vox flips out instantly.

- It doesn't take long to take down the post, change all of his details, and post an official apology for his lack of professionalism with a hypnotising message to forget the whole incident occurred at all. He also does a massive comb over for any other breaches and changes all of his systems to be even more impenetrable to a potional attack.

- He calms down, and the incident fades away to the back of his mind.

- But then it happens again.

- Another morning, an employee is rushing into his studio as he wakes up properly, telling him this time that someone is somehow broadcasting Rick Astley's 'Never Gonna Give You Up' to the entirety of hell at 6 am, interrupting every one of the scheduled programs.

- There's a message in big letters on the bottom of every screen in hell, under the god forsaken video and song playing, saying, "What is love~? - U" Underneath them.

- And that's how it starts, the infuriating thorn in Vox's side that is 'U'. No matter how hard he tries, you're constantly undermining his efforts to keep you out of the system and tormenting him in ways that aren't necessarily malignant but are extremely damaging to his image as the overlord of technology.

- For some reason, he's the only Vee you seem hellbent on coming after as well. Vel finds your pranks funny or cute when they don't inconvenience her, and Valentino just likes to prod Vox into getting angrier further.

- He just cannot work out what your motivations are at all. Is it truly that you just want to piss him off? He doesn't understand why someone with such clear skills would simply use them to taunt him and leave him messages to unveil as he undoes whatever you do.

- It vexes him even farther when these messages from you that you leave for him to decode start to sound borderline flirtatious, which makes him feel all the more humiliated.

- He is a grown demon, skilled businessman and entrepreneur, an overlord, and yet you insist upon calling him things like Box, Boxbabe, Boxbitch, and even babygirl of all things for some goddamn reason.

- The back and forth goes on for months, and 'U' quickly becomes a long lasting meme, several people, much to Vox's horror, shipping you two together and even partaking in ship wars as to whether Vox x 'U' is better then Vox x Val.

- Theres one day where Vox quickly puts his phone down after reading a rather concerning expert from what is certainly explicit fanfiction between the two of you, even him deciding that that's enough internet for today while just sitting staring off into space silently for a solid 10 seconds.

- Vox's sleepless nights pouring over his code to try and keep out your attacks, him glitching out whenever he finds infuriating messages left by you, etc. Begin to become routine and he just anticipates the consistent blows to his pride you give him at every turn.

- A weird, unconscious part of him deep down begins to enjoy your rivalry, almost wanting to see what punches you pull out next to disarm his constant losing battle to keep you out, but it gets squashed down the second he becomes aware of it.

- The rivalry is always at arms length, but sometimes he has to stop himself from replying with the same vaguely flirtatious tone you take on whenever he experiences a small win against you.

- He fights to make sure he doesn't have any potential of getting too into it.

- Things take a different turn, though, with the double blow of Alastor coming back and his on-off relationship with Valentino once again going up in flames.

- After stopping his usual monitoring of all things going on in hell online and in real life as picked up by his cameras, he presses his face into his hands with a long, exhausted groan as he fights crying.

- All the people he was actually interested in were as unrequited as per usual. He always tried so hard with Alastor, but as always, he never got anything but met with the clear reminder they would never be anything more.

- And, of course, any potential of anything more happening with Val was completely off the table. It would be stupid to even think about anything real with him.

- He shut his eyes, putting his screen on the desk in front of him.

- Was he just not worth it? Was that it?

- He startled when he heard the familiar crackle of the speakers coming to life around him. It was rare he ever heard your voice coming through his speakers, you usually preferring to just leave messages, however you decided to surprise him tonight apparently.

- Your blurred out face appears on the screens, only showing the lower half of your grinning face.

- "Oh Boooooxybooooy! I found some world-shattering cringey shit you did 2 months back, i-" You begin singing out, before stopping, seeing by his expression.

- Vox was trembling, looking as if he was about fall apart at any second. His monitor was dulled, red eyes half lidded with pixelated bags forming under them, his bottom lip slightly quivering around his sharp teeth.

- "What the- fuck- ....are you alright?" You asked unsurely.

- Vox finally snapped out of it, realising that you were here witnessing him in a way that was very much not something he wanted you of all people to see him in. His mask slid back on, but it was hardly convincing.

- "Of course it is. What the fuck do you wa-ant. I've got shit to do." He inwardly cursed as his voice glitched slightly. God fucking dammit why did you have to show up.

- He watched your lips on your mostly blurred out face slightly curl as you hummed, clearly not buying it.

- "You wanna stop with the lying bullshit and tell me the truth, Boxhead?" You somewhat chided him, your hand coming into sight as you leaned your cheek onto it. Vox let out a growling sound, going to spit some vitriol at you, but was cut off as you absentmindedly made your next comment.

"Felt you once again have a fit about the radio demon going online. Lights in my house and the houses out my windows started flashing and shit. Is it hi-" your brows shot up and eyes widened, this hidden behind the censorship as you watched Vox, leader of the Vees, your rival, let out a shuddering breath and actually start crying comically pixilated tears right before your eyes.

- Vox's claws gripped into his desk as he grit his teeth as he let out a gasping breath he fought to stifle. He was so goddamn exhausted that he just couldn't be assed to keep it all up anymore. It wasn't like you hadn't seen rather unsavoury things he'd been trying to hide anyways.

- "No shit it's about Alastor. It's always about him. Does it get you off knowing I can't get with the guy I have always wanted no matter how hard I try? There. Are you fucking happy now?" His voice cracks as he snarls the words out at you.

- You let out a long humming sound, as if thinking. "I mean, not really. I'd only be happy if you were this upset over me, not some old hazbin radio announcer who fell off years ago." You shrug with a slightly sad smile.

- Vox squinted at you, confused.

- "I mean, come on, I'm your rival too. Why neglect me so much in all this?" You press your bottom lip out in mock sadness, tone mocking again. Your words are true despite the joking tone however, it did bother you that he always seemed so much more ready to go running after the most obviously aroace man you think you had seen in your entire fucking life.

- Vox couldn't believe what he was hearing, hot embarrassment caused his monitor to start heating up a bit, painting animated flush over his cheeks. "Oh, stop taking the piss, U. Fuck off." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, looking to the side in irritation.

- You chuckle at him, shaking your head and causing the thing blurring your face to shake with it. "Is it really that hard to believe I'm into what we have going on here?" Your voice is still lined with the usual tone you take on with him, but much less so.

- Vox looks back at your blurred, smiling face incredulously. "Yes." He growled, blinking his tears away as he regained his composure a bit.

- You sigh heavily, rolling your eyes. "Ooookay, well, once you're done riding the coattails of a man who will never want you, come hit me up, Boxhead." You say through smiling lips, before abruptly pressing 'hang up' on the call so he didn't have time to actually respond.

- Vox sat in bewildered silence, not able to react properly as his brain felt as if it was working on low resolution comprehending what you just said.

- His face heated up the more he thought about it, heart beginning to hammer in his chest as he laughed in disbelief. No way. No fucking way.

- But you had said it.

- Despite his usual pessimistic nature, he allowed himself to actually believe it, chuckling.

- He looked over to his phone as a notification sound rang out to see a photo of himself presumably just now; flustered, eyes wide in disbelief and unfocused while staring off into space, a crooked grin on his face.

- It was captioned as follows; 'POV: local pathetic radio simp finds out other rival actually wants him'

- "FUCK." He yelled out in embarrassment, knocking out several of his monitors with a surge of electricity.

I loved writing this sm omfggg.

There's definitely part 2 potential to this one, but it would have to be in a while w all the other stuff I'm gonna get to first.

Masterlist

[bella-goths-wife]

Request: how would the vees punish pet reader for rebelling, lying, disobeying, being rude, etc?

How do the yandere Vs punish pet reader

Warnings: Valentino, physical abuse, verbal abuse, electrical shocks, humiliation, sexualisation of reader, starving reader, forced affection, collars, hypnosis, drugging, forced entrapment, SA mentions

Vox:

For Vox, the severity of your actions will determine the severity of your punishment

And it depends on his mood

Minor infractions such as forgetting to do something or not getting something done on time will either earn you a very long dad scolding if he’s in a good mood or a few minor electric shocks if he’s in an especially bad mood

But if you have an attitude with him or your seen as being rude, he’s using the soul contract he has with you to get that soul collar around you and pulling you to him on your knees

Once your in front of him, he’ll send electrical shocks down the collar and into your entire body

He claims that the electric shocks will reprogram you to never repeat the behaviour, the same way that humans give shock collars to dogs when they misbehave

He has also grabbed you very roughly on your arms and bruised you when you brought up alastor to him, it wasn’t specifically called a punishment but it made sure you never did it again

If you break one of you major rules that the Vs set out for you without their permission, Vox will use his ability to his advantage

He’ll trap you in a hypnotised state for hours or even days if you have majorly pissed him off

It’s basically like being in a comatose state where you are aware of everything that’s happening to you but you can’t move, speak or do anything to stop it

And that can be terrifying for you when there are people like Valentino around

Vox used to leave you in his office when he did this, but after an incident where he found two demons trying to undress you while you couldn’t stop them, he decided it would be best to leave you in the upper level of the tower where you and the other Vs reside

Not that it’s much comfort since Valentino still frequently has parties up there and will taunt you by dancing with your comatose body or showing you off to other demons while you sit there unable to do anything or say anything

Vox let you kill the two demons who tried to do that to you, but you weren’t your self for a while after that incident

That makes Vox more hesitant to use this punishment if he’s unable to be around you 24/7 to make sure nothings happening to you, but he just can’t ignore major rule breaks

Vox will demand to hold you after each punishment and will wipe away your tears and act all paternal, as if he wasn’t the one who hurt you in the first place

Velvette:

Velvette’s punishments severity will all depend on her mood

It doesn’t take much to be punished by velvette, your crime could range from not giving her enough attention to coming into work late

If she’s in a good mood, she’ll let you off with a small slap on the arm or kick to the shin for minor offences

Sometimes you’ll even be let off with a half an hour verbal abuse attack

But if she’s in a bad mood, you are getting pulled up in front of her entire department and put into unflattering or revealing outfits

She’ll use you as an example of what not to do by criticising everything from your looks to your body shape or style in front of her crew of models who all stare and laugh at you

You definitely prefer a quick slap or kick

For major rule breaks, she’ll overwork you to the point of pure exhaustion before shoving you into a bright room with overly loud rock music playing and leaving you in there for a few days

She’ll also not give you food or water during this time, but it can’t last for long since fortunately in your contract with Vox it states he has to keep you alive and fed with shelter

So the punishment ends after a few days, unless you try using you ability to stop the loud music

You tried it once and you got a beating along with a two day extension on your punishment

After your punishments, velvette always demands that you sleep with her in her bed because she ‘missed you’

After you fall asleep, she’ll secretly fix up your injuries and your too exhausted to even notice

While she enjoys using her minor punishments on you in her sick little power play, she finds the major punishments as an inconvenience since your out of work for at least two weeks

Valentino:

Valentino’s minor punishments mostly work with threats, but that doesn’t make them any less effective

For minor offences like attitude, rudeness or incompetence in the workplace, he’ll make certain threats that he knows terrify you

He threatens to put in one of his films or he threatens to get Vox to put you under hypnosis for a few hours while he leaves you with his lore depraved actors

He’d never do it, but it still scares the shit out of you to knock off whatever behaviour that’s pissing him off

For major punishments however, he uses drugging as his favourite punishments

He’ll slip hallucinogens into your drink or food before putting you into fearful situations that makes you have extremely bad trips

Or he’d put things around you that remind you of how you died and will make you relive that

Or if he knew about your connection with angel dust, he’s make you watch angels extreme, unedited movies so can see every excruciating moment before he threatens to put you in angel dust’s position if you didn’t behave

His second favourite major punishment would be humiliation

He will put you in extremely revealing outfits and makes you pose before taking photos

He then gives the pictures to velvette and threatens to have her leak them on social media if you ever repeat your actions

He’d never do it, but it’s fun to see your reaction

After each punishment, Valentino will act like nothing happened and expects you to act the same

But you do notice that after every punishment with Valentino, some kind of gift will be left on your bed

He called it a reward but it was really just guilt telling him to do something by way of an apology

If you bring it up, youll receive a minor punishment and don’t expect a gift after that one

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[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

I was thinking about this earlier so what about (Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair.) With like a mermaid siren creature! Reader and like how they first meet and what their relationship is like. I just thought it would be cool, you can ignore this if you want ☺️

Me tryna find every information about mermaids and sirens: 😎🫳💻

Also the scenarios where the reader is captured is because although I think mermaids/sirens are stronger than the average humans I don't think they have enough strength to break through things such as metal or stuff like that. (Correct me if I'm wrong) And the deranged people other than the slashers here are using metal items.

Warnings:

Relationship: romantic!

Slashers x mermaid+siren! Reader

Michael

Michael wasn't a man who believed myths. One of them being mermaids or sirens.

And a large body of water had never piqued his interests either. And he just never really went there.

He heard lakes were quite popular amongst people, and plus it wasn't far from where he was. He walked his way over to his destination, planning to ruin another thing for people in his town.

Disappointedly he didn't find anyone, but decided to just stand by or sit somewhere to enjoy a breeze of silence. Just when he had enough and got up to leave he heard the most angelic enrapturing singing he heard. He didn't really listen to music. Just occasionally stands by if he hears one he thinks is tolerable. But this voice, It almost sounded inhumane he couldn't think of anything else other than the sound of that singing it's got him hypnotised. He feels calm, he feels nice.

He suddenly broke into thought and confusion as he heard a gasp and the sound of water splashing. Although it felt like a second he noticed he was several feet away where he previously was.

This disturbed Michael, what the hell just happened? He looked in front of him and saw a slight figure against one of the many big rocks. Michael assumed this was the person who did this to him, power walked towards them. Ready to slash them but abruptly stopped in his tracks as he saw the person frantically move. They had one leg? Except it wasn't really a leg, it looked more like a huge lower part of a fish... A mermaid's tail?

He would've assumed they were fake but the scales and fins seemed pretty real and they were moving so fluently and like an actual fish. And the creature had a fade between its abdomen and the tail.

The creature froze at the sight of him, giving him a better look at their appearance. Its entire eyes was pitch black and it had sharp teeth but its features could only be described as interestingly attractive.

He crouched down. Unsure of what to do. He noticed their chest was bare and their tails were f/c. He saw a scale on the ground. Picked it up and walked away. Leaving the aquatic humanoid creature confused and scared.

The next day the creature came back on the shore, around the same time where they and the mysterious man met. Wanting to know more about him and unknowingly the mystery man reciprocated the same eagerness.

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Dating the man was... Interesting.

The first months of your relationship he just kept observing staring at you. You realised the part he gawked at the most was your tail, you couldn't tell if he liked it or found it weird. But you'll move your mystically shining tail around like you were trying to dance and he looked pretty pleased. Except for when you'd splash water on him. He didn't like that part.

He would sit on the rocks with you (on good days.) And surprisingly without his weapon which made you feel less threatened and then have a silent blast together as you sit with your quiet murderous boyfriend.

Michael didn't understand why you didn't wanna live in his house, what do you mean you don't wanna live in his bathtub forever? He eventually gave up on that idea though.

He loves your sharp teeth ngl. Thinks they're freaky in a good way. (Can you bite him?)

He's less worried about you when he's away. You would be deep under the water and people won't spot you that easily and also will probably run away at the sight of you.

Touches your gills. Adores everything about you.

After a few long months you get carried by Michael into his house with a cold water filled bathtub and after he left, you squirm your way around the house and find the old scale that came out when you first met. You decide to say nothing. (He interrogated you about why his floors are wet.)

7/10

Jason

He heard tales of them a few times. But he had no reason to believe they were real.

Too clouded in his old pure rage that has yet to be dulled. How could he sit around and ponder about humanoid aquatic creatures when there were horny disgusting drunk bastards in the graveyard of he and his mother?

The sound of distant laughter and talking somewhere deep in the woods snaps him in guard. Sighing slightly in frustration, he reaches for his machete on the wooden drawers, Stepping out silently and walking his way somewhere near.

Staring at the people who made a 'grave' mistake coming to camp crystal Lake, this time was a little different. Instead of usual teenagers Or young adults instead he had caught sight of multiple men who appeared to be fishermen.

The more he stared, he noticed a huge squirming bag over the shoulder of one of the more bulkier men. It was way too long to be any normal large fish, and he swore he could've noticed a flash of something poking out. Something similar to human hands.

Realising his thoughts were going off somewhere else instead of his initial plan, he mentally bashes his head on a tree and focuses on getting rid of the nuisances.

Observing the men more he sees them throwing the bag into the lake, what was inside the bag had squirmed weakly as it seemingly disappeared into the depths of the water.

Undoubtedly angering him even more. Who did they think they were? Throwing whatever they want inside his lake?

Deciding not to delay any further, he waits just for a bit before he starts digging his weapon in their necks and worthless bodies.

---

Just after he's done ending the life of the last fisherman he hears the sound of chains rattling and the tearing of something. He looks over and for the first time in a long time he felt something other than anger and longing.

He saw a person with damp h/c hair slowly crawling their way to the shore. What he was surprised about the most was the f/c tail with scales. They were... quite beautiful.

Marching his way over to take a good look at the mysterious person he sees their hands are tied with chains, now figuring out their earlier struggle. Their fingernails were long with a darker tone than their usual skin tone at the tips and ends of their fingers.

Their features were a dark beauty. One of one horror but pleasantly beautiful. Pitch black eyes with sharp teeth and pointy ears

He stood frozen as the creature made a prolonged eye contact with him. A sea creature and a zombie. How hilarious.

He didn't even think thoroughly before he started walking towards the person. The half human half fish cowering back in panic and fear. But luckily Jason was quick enough and started untangling and prying off the chains of the person. Their hands felt cold but alive. Getting the job done, he got up from his crouched position and slowly backed away. Observing the person.

The person no longer held an expression of panic. But they still had a slight distrust.

He kept watching as the aquatic person slowly went back into the lake. Deciding to go after a few minutes of gazing at the ripples of the water fade. He was sure to get to know more about the scale tailed person.

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One of the most endearing relationships you could've ever had.

Mostly just sits and rests at the wooden docks and sometimes the waterboat while watching you swim around him.

Has you in his arms while tracing his fingers along the scales and edges of your tail, sitting together in silence or if you like (can talk) talking. He doesn't mind either one.

He does get pretty hesitant to get you out of the water. Thinks you'll die if you're outside water for more than like 40 seconds-

Since the lake is pretty large and it's pretty nice (except for when you're minding your own stuff and then you see a decomposing corpse somewhere down. Then you get the chills realising you're just bathing and swimming in dead people.) There's not much to complain about anyways.

Doesn't know wtf you eat but will try to the best of his abilities to give you what he can get and your cravings.

He'll be over the moon if you decide to help him in his 'getting rid of' little thing he does when someone other than you two enters the camp. (Via you drowning trespassers by holding them down underwater when they get too close.) If you'd like to stay away then he doesn't mind either.

He loves you. But sometimes his anger can get the best of him and he has days where he's acting out in anger and frustration at the fact you can't be outside of water for too long. And your tail is pretty much like a disability in land.

He sulks in embarrassment and sadness later and you see him sitting on the ground. Dragging yourself out of the water, you hug him when you get close enough. He's a bit startled but hugs you back ten times tighter. Kissing his mask where his cheek and then where his lips would be, you smile and just stay like that for the past hours.

Anyone who sees sight of you or manages to get away from you will be ensured death. And anyone who harms you will be guaranteed instant death.

He honestly just loves everything about you in every way. (Plus you got approval from Pamela.)

9/10

Vincent

Well this would be rather... Complicated. Considering Vincent's probably ever only been in Ambrose and it's basically a ghost town

Vincent had never put much thought into mermaids and sirens. More likely he's never even heard of them before. All his life resolved around really was wax, masks made of wax, art, dealing with Bo and Lester and turning people into wax.

He admits it's not really the best lifestyle but it's better than nothing I guess.

Spending some time of solitude and thoughts to himself, a sharp sound knocking him from his train of thoughts coming from above. Gesturing that new tourists have arrived.

Bo didn't really have to do this every time. Vincent would instantly know the moment they step foot in the House Of Wax, or when he's outside and spots them. But usually he does it when a rather large group, Possibly about four or more appear. A sign that both Vincent and Bo should be well prepared and careful.

After long minutes of waiting, he hears voices. Voices, tones and comments and remarks he's heard all too well and all too much over the years.

Voices that are high, voices that are deep. Those that are loud and the ones that are sometimes really low. They always contain of two tones though. Either way too happy sounding, sounds like they don't have a care in the world and the other which are full of reluctance and wary. Cautious of everything. But the remarks and comments seem to differ regardless of how happy or wary they sound. And one sentence catches his ear.

"Are you sure we should just leave it in there? In the car I mean."

"Well it's not as if it could break out and escape, it has a tail for Christ sake. Even if it did break out, I'm sure they wouldn't get too far trying to squirm away. And pretty sure the jackass in the gas station would shoot it or something."

What's it? And jackass at the gas station? Bo??

"Okay, but are you sure you want the dude to shoot and kill that thing? We could get rich and really popular if we catch it alive and sell or show it to the media or something. Like a museum."

"You're right." The soon to be dead man sighed.

Vincent didn't really have the slightest clue what in the world they were talking about, but he was guessing they caught a rare animal and were thinking of exposing it publicly.

"Well even if nobody believes it's real we could either get hella rich considering it's some sort of mermaid or something."

"It's freakishly weird looking."

Mermaid?

He didn't know what this mermaid thing was but it really has piqued his interest and curiosity.

-----

Setting the last man in the chair and turning on his mechanics to start spraying wax onto the paralyzed man, he thinks in the meantime where he wants the guy to be in. The man was quite dandy. Probably next to miss Ambrose?

But then a thought erupts into his head. That mermaid creature... He guessed the group put it in their vehicle, possibly in their conveniently large trunk.

He walks over to the wax caked guy. The guy who called Bo a jackass, fear evident in his eyes. Something Vincent had seen every damn time. Before he could do anything, his bedroom 'door' opens and the voice of Bo calls out to him.

"Vincent, there's something I want you to come check with me."

Vincent's head practically snapped to look where Bo was. His voice still remained of the cool rough voice but had a lingering small wave of urgency.

A rare occasion where Bo would ask Vincent to partake something with him in... Anything! So obviously it must be something really serious.

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The both of them stood in silence watching and listening to the growls and short screaming as well as the angry and loud banging of something inside a locked box. A box that was about the size of a coffin. Maybe a little shorter.

The two men reluctant to do anything. They don't know what's inside that damned box but it sounds as if it could absolutely tear them apart.

Bo's gripping on the crowbar he has in his hand. Prepping himself for anything that's about to be thrown at him

Vincent is unsure of what or how he should act right now. This 'mermaid' thing sounds dangerous.

Then in an instant the locks in the box break and fell way louder than it should've had. The top burst open and a humanoid looking creature sat up from it.

Its hair looked partially wet. Their face had weird patterns on them. They had gills, pitch black eyes. Pointy ears and webbed hands, almost like a duck's feet except it had sharp and long claws. And more odd patterns along their shoulders and other limbs

Although it might've been a terrifying sight for some. Vincent felt as if he fell in love with the aesthetic and features of it.

"What the hell...?" Bo uttered. Way too confused and feeling distraught from the sight before him.

Now Vincent notices their sharp teeth when they scowled and got in a defensive pose. Then noticing their scaled tail. It was shining beautifully and had a wonderful f/c color, it was sundown currently. So the sight bestowed upon him was astonishing. The person were a sea creature.

Vincent instinctively stopping Bo from doing anything to scare the person away from them, he thinks of a plan to get to get the beautiful scaled person to trust him.

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It was rather complicated. But Vincent tries.

Making you a huge wax pool or area. (With the help of Bo and Lester)

He absolutely cannot take his eyes off you. Thinks you're the most breath taking thing, ever. Sometimes wonders if he's hallucinating the whole thing this entire time.

You bet he mini wax sculpts you. Like a lot. He loves imagining and sculpting your fish tail and face features more than anything physically. But what he adores even more is when the both of you would spend all nighters gazing at the stars or do some activity. All alone, quietly and at peace.

Or you both could spend tender nights together, verbally appreciating each other and whispering the sweetest nothings about how you both are able to accept one another even when they're the way they are. Every moment forms a tighter bond between you two.

Absolutely thinks you two are meant to be.

Sometimes it gets on Bo's nerves when he sees the both of you dilly dallying being a couple. It never ends well, but you can shut him up for a while when you remind him your strength is not that of a mere average human.

Tries his best to hide you from anyone else other than him and his brothers, it's not that he's embarrassed of you he's just scared that a tourist might act on impulse and start attacking you.

He takes you somewhere other than the town and into somewhere that has a large body of water (seeing how we saw a river of some sort with stones sticking out in the movie near Ambrose, I'm guessing there's a lake/big pond nearby.)

Will make sure you live your best life as a beautiful creature with gills and a fish tail. He'll be absolutely saddened if you tell him how long your kind lives. His mood will be off for the past few days knowing that you'll be able to live far longer than he will and that he can't always be there for you. But that's precisely why he wants to make your experiences with him the best as he could make it.

Just gawking at whatever you do. Doesn't matter if you're combing your hair in the sun set or you're choking a victim to death. He just thinks everything about you is majestic.

He tries to learn his best about you and refrains from asking any questions that might seem a little personal. He just respects you so much.

He could make art of you a thousand times more.

9/10

Thomas

"AHHHH!"

The girl kicks and screams as she's being dragged into that horrific house. A house or place she should've never ever stepped foot upon. Tears streaming down her face as her voice was bringing the attention of no one, not even the attention of her boyfriend who was lying down lifeless with his torso sliced in half outside of the house. An expression and look of a face she'll never forget as long as she's alive. She closed her eyes for a second, praying to God or whatever higher being there was to at least let one person live.

Thomas who is growing more and more visibly irritated by the woman's cries of despair. It's been a long hell of a day, he throws her into the floor of the kitchen and revs up his chainsaw.

Before the girl could beg and plead anymore. The fast spinning sharp blades and spikes of his weapon piercing the middle of the chest her eyes couldn't help but stare at the large amount of blood coming out of her chest and as the weapon strikes even deeper, her long blonde hair being coated with red almost black liquids. Her scream lasted a second before blood went exiting through her throat and practically choking on her own blood, the feeling and predicament was too overwhelm to comprehend as she passed out.

Thomas didn't stop for a few moments then pulled out his chainsaw. He stood silently looking at the bloody mess he created out of the girl. Then he turned around to catch the other person the blondie was talking to.

'What are you!?' That's what she said before she noticed Thomas and shouted,

'You people are such a bunch of weird fucking freakshows!'

Clutching on his chainsaw in anger. These people... They can't speak of anything other than hate and disrespect about he and his family from the very start. Especially him.

But still... Despite that, he still hopes for someone other than his family members to be accepting of him. That's all he could ask for currently.

Shaking himself out of his fantasies, he composes himself and prepares to cut whoever there was left.

After stalking around the forest quietly he hears the quiet splash of water and an uncomfortable whimper. He steadily and silently makes his way over to the source of the sound and sees a person in the water.

Though it was quite dark, he could still clearly see a person. Running towards them with a chainsaw in hand the person's head whips around and he came to an abrupt stop and almost tripped over nothing.

He lowered his weapon and proceeded to stare at the person in front of him. Their pitch black eyes with sharp teeth that he would've missed if it were any darker, tips of their ears were weirdly pointy and they had some sort of weird lines on their ribs. Their sharp claws that were held up to their chest were like an extra cherry on top of their appearance. And the most astonishing of all was their lower body, he didn't realise it instantly but what was supposed to be a pair of legs was one long oddly shaped of what appeared to be shining scales and a fish tail.

He didn't even know what to say or do. What was he supposed to?

If he was honest... Right now he hoped he wasn't dreaming, he doesn't know why or how they look like this but he was really intrigued by it.

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It was safe to say an odd life. Living with a man and a family who ate other people like them was... Quite an experience.

But ignoring all that, your lover was a big sweet heart. Always by your side whenever he could and never stepping out of boundary. He would always look at you with a heart melting adoration very visible in his eyes.

Considering your aquatic natures, living in a bathtub or some sort of tub wasn't exactly ideal. But better than that swampy pond you were in when you first met him, it was absolutely horrifying.

Luckily though the family made some adjustments and builds after a while to at least make you live a bit more comfortably since you'll be living with them forever now. (Not that you mind as long as you have Thomas.)

Thomas sometimes wonders how such a pretty creature person like you managed to like him?

Being a half fish half human in the house, you sure are bound to get stared at a lot. But worry not they're not from disgust. Fear because some of these are from mischievous malice and unwanted mockery and jokes from his other family members. That your dear loving Thomas always protects you from, it's why he's so hesitant to leave you alone. As much as he loves his family he knows how upsetting they can get.

When he's hanging out with you he's staring at every part of your face, how your expression changes to different topics and subjects. How your eyes and lips look when you smile.

He loves how everything about you is so unique and so... Ethereal. He's lowkey crazy over you.

If anyone makes a mean Or not very innocent remark about you, you bet your ass Thomas will put that person back in their place.

He's just so happy someone like you managed to accept him as who he is.

9/10

I'm sorry if the last one was cringe and short. I've been writing this for over two hours and I'm so tired.

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Blue Moon

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (movies) Ship/Pairing: Eomer x Reader (one mention of reader wearing a dress) Trope: Noble x Humble worker Note: IT’S SOTWK’s FAULT. We talked about Eomer’s hands and here we are. The title « Blue Moon » is a reference to the song « Blue Moon », my favourite rendition being sung by Ella Fitzgerald. Warnings: Horses? Word count: 1 595 Tag-list: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard @sotwk

There was something hypnotising about his hands.

The way his palm moved along the planes of the horse’s back. They were delicate. Deliberate in their care for the animal. Several times today, you had caught your gaze lingering a little too long on his slender fingers and their dexterity. Several times you had wondered what they’d feel like against your skin, in your hair weaving braids during a quiet evening. Those were fairy tales. You did not dwell on them, even when it kept you up at night; heat clinging to your skin, the chilly wind doing nothing to help your wandering mind.

It seemed to appease his uneasy nature to come here. He would go in the early hours of the day, only to come back in the middle of the morning. To the outside world, he was a leader. Someone they could trust and follow into depths unknown. Here, he was only Eomer. You considered yourself lucky to have witnessed both.

Others were concerned by his willingness to spend so much more time with you instead of them. You had dismissed them easily enough, but the thought had lingered. Why was he only asking you to help him? A bucket, water, hay, a brush for the horse’s mane. You were not willing to fathom an answer, especially if it was the wrong one. Seeing him like this it made you happy enough. You were content with this, whatever this was.

From time to time, he would ask about your day and you would always answer the same things. Fine and good. Excellent, perfect or grand. Never would you have said what you wanted to say. That it was him who made those days fine, and good and excellent and perfect and grand. Until meeting him, working with horses had been your life’s dream, and you were fulfilled by it. When he was there, you weren’t so sure anymore. It felt as if all of him was completing what you had and did not know you were missing.

“What are you thinking about?”

Barely above a whisper, his question lingered in the air between the two of you, almost as if he had not meant to ask it aloud. He was still working his fingers through the hair, looking beyond the horse’s back, away from you. If he had looked at you, you could have traced a lingering hint of a pinkish hue on his cheeks.

A chilly breeze rose, and you had to tighten the cloth around your shoulder, crossing your arms close to your chest.

“Nothing important, Sire.”

A laugh echoed through the wooden box around you.

“Then why are you boring a hole in my skull with your staring?”

Your cheek felt warmer than they had been moments ago.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, sire. If you need me to go, I… — No. Stay.”

Eomer had not meant for his voice to grow this loud. Nor to turn around so abruptly. The nerves in him, electrified by your eyes, led him to act so.

It had grown almost suddenly, this affection he had for you. First, you were something to behold. Once he discovered your face, your features, the way you moved and talked, he only ever wanted you to be near him when the mask fell off. When he could be himself and not who he was supposed to be. Second, you never pressured him into talking, going silent for hours on end, just being there with him and Lia. She was not his usual horse. He preferred not to overexert Firefoot, especially after the events he had seen on the battlefields. You were the one to care for her when he could not, even before he started mounting her. The mare had a gentler temper, dark robe and larger body. She adored you and if instincts served him right, animals were always the true tellers of someone’s nature. Thirdly, and lastly, your presence calmed him like no one else could. Except when you were threatening to leave. Or when you were looking at him, behind his back. He never wanted you to stop looking at him like that. When your eyes were observing and kind on him, his weary body and his weary mind, he felt that he could take on another thousand wars just to find you here again, safe and sound, watching him. He only hoped you could say the same about him.

“As you wish, Sire.”

The goosebumps on your arms and the way you protected yourself from the cold struck him then. With the winds of winter approaching, the weather had gone incredibly cold, and you were only wearing a thin linen above your usual dress and robes. He stepped out of the box, coming closer to you as he’d ever been. He grabbed for a cover lying around. Those were used for the horses but they’d have to do. He wrapped it around you, as tight as he could. It smelled of the stables and hay. A hint of pink shattered across his cheekbones in the morning lights. Your breaths were leaving your lips in hot clouds between you. The way he settled his palms on your shoulders, securing the cloth around you, drove a whole different kind of shiver down your spine. You could feel his fingers over the fabric, his overexerted hands catching some threads, before he took them off you, gently. You could not help the sharp inhale you took when he did.

“Would not want you freezing to death on my account.”

His smile did not reach his eyes, but you felt the warmth it procured you down to your toes. At a loss for words, you smiled in return, trying to hide your face. Your arms were still secured against your chest but your heart was not as protected as you had hoped it would be.

In a thoughtless step, Eomer leaned down and brought his lips to your cheek. He could feel the burn of them under his skin. The way you looked up at him, bewildered and hopeful, brows knitted together in confusion, only made his mouth ache for more. Still, he would not do it unless you said so. He had already overstepped and behaved un-gallantly enough. Hence his surprise when he found your hands gripping at his lapel, obviously not willing to let him go. A soft curve graced his mouth, a pleasant feeling growing in him.

“Can I…?”

Your vigorous nodding let him know exactly what he wanted. Only then did he pull you closer, his hands drawing you in, the warmth you felt from his lips and the tenderness with which his fingers nestled against your jaw below your ears, enough to make you forget about the world around. Delicately, his mouth danced with yours, eager to please and swift to do so. Soon, his wide hand drew you in, pulling you at the waist. Your fingers met his heart through cloth and flesh and bones, beating in a rhythm only known to you both.

“I…”

You bit your lip while you could see him observing you through hooded eyes, his fingertips sending shivers down your arms. He was tracing the hollow of your cheek with his knuckles, leaving you breathless once more. He looked as if he had seen the most marvellous creature in the entire world. You could not believe it was you on the other end of that fantasy.

“I… do not know what to say… I… — Then you don’t need to say anything.”

His fingers found their way down the length of your throat. He looked positively charmed, yet you pulled back, hesitant. What if this had been… just a fling? Just something he could do, just because he wanted to. No other reason. No feelings involved. What if he was playing with you?

“I will. — What?”

He chuckled at your incredulous expression.

“I will say something. — Oh.”

He brought you back to him again, kissing your cheek.

“I…” He kissed your nose. “…will never…” your other cheek. “…ever…” Your fingertips now. “…let you…” This was getting on your nerves and he knew it, smirking behind your hand. “…be seen by anyone else but me, in this state.”

The last words murmured against your cheek, to the shell of your ear, elicited a burning anticipation deep in your bones.

“My King, I would never ever let anyone but me see you in this state. — I don’t think anyone had ever really seen me before you.”

His candid answer surprised you. In a tender caress, he stroked your back through the fabrics of your clothes, not thick enough to keep his touch at bay. A thumb ventured below your breast, too close to be accidental. You inhaled sharply.

“And I will never let anyone else see me like this. If you’ll have me, of course.”

His declaration hit your heart at an arrow’s speed.

“You really mean that? I’m not just a… — You’re not just anything. You are the world and beyond. You are everything. I hope to be everything to…”

Before he could finish, you pulled him down for another kiss. This one arousing and passionate; desires trapped, finally meeting in the middle.

“I will. I absolutely will.”

A heartbeat passed in his arms, trying to keep your hands to yourselves.

“You were asking me to… — … court and eventually marry you? Yes. And you said yes, you cannot take it back now.”

Your laughter rang through him as it rang through the stables, enlightening the new day ahead.

[over--heaven]

elodi lore masterpost (as of 21/6/2024)

hi after dropping those fics i realised it might be fun to have a post explaining things going on between elo and dio in my canon timeline starting from phantom blood 👁️ i am writing an entire bible about them that is far from finished so i'm using this post as a draft too to put down my ideas. everything will be under the cut!

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phantom blood era

they are both 14 years old (1881) when elo moves to liverpool

elo is first friends with erina (who leaves some time in 1882 in this timeline), and by proximity she becomes friends with jonathan.

elo always hangs out at this spot in between joestar estate and her family's estate, just to relax and read when she's not playing with erina

jonathan sometimes joins the two of them, and of course, dio is observing closely to see just what he can do to break their friendship up.

dio, at first only wanting to befriend her to piss jonathan off, ends up enjoying her friendship for real since they have quite a few things in common

until elo sees through his tendency to befriend people whom he only deems as useful to him in some way and calls him out

he then thinks about it for several whole days. how dare this girl stand up to him. and yet she still wants to be his friend?

dio sees someone who's a little strange and susceptible to support him without being a blind follower. elo sees someone who is ambitious and interesting. and despite calling him out for the same behavior, she does think he'll be quite useful to her as well in the long run...

they grow up and they develop feelings for each other that neither of them know what to do with. jojo becomes the middleman that both of them tell things to (in dio's case it's more like jonathan found out lol)

in 1887 the three of them participate in a debutante ball because i say so because social status things

dio and eloise escape the ball because it's boring, instead stealing a bottle of champagne and hanging out on the joestar estate. after 6 years of dancing around it and avoiding their feelings, they kiss for the first time YIPPEE

is this a relationship? i guess it is! and elo wants to get married so they get engaged and spend more time together

WHILE THEY CAN because right after graduation eloise moves to a different town to pursue an apprenticeship. so elo and dio now converse via letter

dio's letters become increasingly cryptic leading up to the events of his vampirification.

one night, elo learns about the death of george joestar in the newspaper. as she's reading, dio appears in her room, convincing her to become a vampire with him.

vampire dio thinks of her more as a right hand man than a partner. she is someone that must be there to witness his success. because he can't imagine a life without her, but he's not going to say any of that.

despite her reservations, she loves him and she loves the promise of eternal life, so how could she say no?

dio wants to keep her out of the way. because he spent all this effort turning her, he's not going to risk her getting killed by any of his enemies. so as she blacks out he kind of hypnotises her into not looking for him

elo wakes up and dio is gone. she's like omg wtf is going on !! she can't go back to her normal life. she can't talk to erina or jonathan because they'd hate what she had become. so she never contacts them

this is where the fight with jonathan happens and the ship sinks... so dio is kind of. stuck. under the ocean.

despite feeling abandoned, eloise trudges on and grows into her vampirism. as the hypnotism wears off, she grows resentful of dio, and so doesn't really bother looking for him.

but she never forgets about dio once (although she tries).

stardust crusaders era

fast forward to 1985! eloise is living her own life peacefully... but is mysteriously drawn to cairo (because blood ties).

while hunting at a nightclub, dio approaches her and tries to get her to come back with him. the AUDACITY of this man. elo leaves of course lmao

dio decides to use his agents to lure her in.

elo gets trapped in the mansion part 1 but she manages to escape. it's apparent now that she hates him but dio doesn't really understand why. but he decides she's too dangerous because she might decide to ally with his enemies

elo gets trapped in the mansion part 2!! dio wants to keep her in the mansion with him

elo wants to refuse but then decides that this would be the perfect opportunity to kill him so she'll be rid of him once and for all. so she says yes. then she schemes to kill him, mapping out the mansion, assimilating his routines and befriending his agents

dio realises that maybe disappearing for 100 years has probably affected her perception of him. a little bit. in the end so he tries winning her over. she's so stressed out by everything the poor girl.

this is now BOTH of them falling in love again.

and this time dio falls first. elo is no longer simply the assistant he wanted on a whim, nor the potential enemy he needed to seduce to keep her on his side

he genuinely loves her. maybe just like he did before. it hits him like a sack of bricks because he's been so blind to it all along.

elo falls in love again and is in absolute denial. she doesn't have it bad what are you talking about.

everyone in the mansion is so invested in their drama. they dig scraps of history where they can because neither of them are revealing anything about their past

but some of them catch on that he's trying to impress her and as much as he hates receiving advice about his personal life, dio Tries

dio gives her stand powers. in this timeline she chooses not to leave

she tries to kill him but can't bring herself to do it.

although they're both 100 years old clearly neither of them have the EQ to process their issues 🤕

to be loved is to be changed and both of these guys had to tone down the ego before they could get their shit together again.

dio and eloise get married (for realsies) in 1987, about 2 years after reconciliation arc

during the early events of stardust crusaders (1988), when dio discovers that the joestar group is looking for him, he is extremely confident in eloise's capabilities and allows her to stay in egypt with him

eloise is, of course, prepared to do anything because she's not losing that man AGAIN

with each of his egyptian god stand users defeated, dio becomes increasingly paranoid about eloise's presence and, not wanting to lose her again either, hides her away in one of the mansion's many rooms.

before that, she straightens him up before he reveals himself to the crusaders. gives him his jacket (that she got him). fixes his hair. kiss goodbye good luck.

eloise watches him from the crystal ball that cracks as jotaro lands the finishing blow.

she didn't see what happened. but it's sunrise. so she orders human agents to go out and look for him.

when they tell her he's gone, she doesn't believe it and starts killing anyone who says so. talk about unusual grieving methods.

because how could you not believe that dio is all powerful and surely couldn't be dead after any fight at all? anyone who doubts him deserves to die anyway.

she'll be ok... eventually.....

stone ocean era

after the initial shock sets in, eloise goes to america to tell pucci.

she and pucci are both heartbroken, cementing the desire to carry out his will and also destroy the joestars themselves. cue more crazy vampire grieving

elo settles down in america and starts to work with pucci for the heaven plan (she buys into the heaven thing because she believes it will allow her to see dio again somehow. or like. pucci managed to convince her that it would work).

she would be undercover as a warden in green dolphin street jail so that she and pucci can protect each other.

basically elo becomes a secondary antagonist? i think she would have a part in taking care of dio's sons when pucci finds them (and by taking care i mean just so they don't fuck up immediately after getting stands. she'd also be somewhat pitiful of them with how bad their lives were before pucci got to them).

after dio's sons are defeated, she decides that she wants to and has to fight to avenge dio despite hating getting her hands dirty, and noone can do such a job better than herself.

she gets wind of jotaro coming to help jolyne and intercepts him, but he defeats her.

i don't think it's an Epic moment like the fight he had with dio. elo would get emotional as fuck... and after taking all her anger out on jotaro she would break down and tell him to kill her.... but jotaro doesn't do it, letting the sunrise do it instead.

imagine being separated from your fiancé for 100 years, finally reconciling, and 2 years later they fucking die. i would also be balls to the walls insane

i like to think in the alternate universe at the end of SO, it was a universe where elo and dio never became vampires and just lived to old age together. maybe they would have been happier

[mko001]

#cophypno story P1

So, it turns out my stupid idiotic idea that I thought might get me arrested, actually ended up being the best idea I've ever had!

What was the idea? Well, to get myself a personal cop plaything of course.

How would I implement my idea...well that's the tricky bit...I didn't really know. I kept hoping I'd meet one on one of the lesser known gay apps, or recognise one in one of the seedier bars outside of town. Sadly none of this worked out, well I thought it was going to...I did actually see one cop I recognised in a gay bar in the next town...sadly for me, turns out he was undercover... or so he said anyway, who knows.

So, what did I end up doing...well for a while, absolutely nothing. I'd pretty much given up.

Anyway, one day I ended up down a YouTube rabbit hole, watching one video after the next...I can't even remember what the first video was, when I ended up finding a video about mind control. Worth a watch I thought, even just for a laugh if nothing else.

Well this video ended up captivating me, maybe the video used some sort of subliminal technique to keep me watching, if so it worked. After finishing the video, I went to the user's channel and found loads more videos all covering the subject of hypnosis, mind control, manipulation etc. I was surprised these videos had never been removed, they taught the basics of hypnosis on the willing...and the unsuspecting!

This was when my idea came to light once more...I was going to hypnotise a cop. Wait...I'm being stupid right? I can't just go up to a police officer and use some mind tricks on him...can I?

Turns out I can do exactly that. I spent weeks, maybe even months, researching hypnosis, I even got chatting with the video creator to get some one to one training. I didn't tell him my plan of course. He taught me several ways to hypnotise someone, including a few ways when the subject doesn't even know they're being hypnotised!

Now was the day...there were several officers at my local station I liked, but there is one motorcop I've had my eye on for some time. He seems to be one of the senior officers on the bike squad, bit older than some of the other guys, but that is how I like them. He looks so good in his smart tight fitting uniform and tall boots. So now I just have to wait near the station until he returns from patrol, luckily I didn't have to wait long. As I saw him approach, I drove my car right onto the no parking area outside the main entrance, got out and leant against the outside of the car. Just as I'd hoped, he started to approach. Oh damn, I hope he doesn't notice my trousers starting to tent, I shouldn't have expected anything less though, seeing him approach, looking so damn sexy.

"sorry son, you can't park your car there, you'll have to leave it in the parking lot round back" he said to me. His voice was so smooth, it nearly made me forget why I was here, but I composed myself.

"oh sorry officer, I'll only be a few minutes, can't you just overlook it this time please?"

"sorry, if you don't move it now I'll have to write you up a ticket".

Just as he is about to start writing, I start to distract him,

"hey, before you start writing, have you seen the shine I get on the hood of my car? It's a special wax I use, if you look right at it, it seems to shimmer"

I wasn't lying either, it was a special wax I used. It turns out the hypnosis video youtuber I spoke to had a really developed it himself. He said it's one of the best ways to quickly distract people to start working on them, and he wasn't wrong. The cop was now staring directly at my car, he'd even stopped blinking.

"nice isn't it officer. You find yourself getting drawn into it, it's almost relaxing just to look at it don't you think"?

The officer looked slightly back up at me, his eyes already looked kinda sleepy

"uh huh" was all he could manage to say, before looking directly back at the car. I left him to stare a little longer before continuing.

"Officer...err, what's your name?"

He just about manages to reply;

"Officer Jack Bailey"

"ok Officer Bailey, continue to stare at the car, enjoy getting drawn in, it's magical, you feel so happy, relaxed and at peace as you stare. You can still hear my voice but all other sounds have gone silent. Your thoughts now should be focusing only on the car and on my voice. My voice is the only one you will want to listen to from now on. Keep staring and relaxing"

Jack looked so relaxed I thought he was going to fall over. I went over to his side and put my arm round him, like someone would do with their friend. I didn't want to look suspicious to anyone around, but in reality I was holding him steady. When I placed my a round him, I felt his firm body, he clearly works out. Well this made my trouser tent grow somewhat!

His head was now drooping, I had to be quick now before any other officers showed up.

"Jack, listen to me closely, later this evening after your shift is over, I want you to come to my place, stay in your uniform and come alone. I'll put my address in your pocket. You won't question why your coming, it will just feel right to you. Once you're at mine, we'll continue your programming"

When I said that last bit, I saw his face twitch slightly, he almost looked confused. I needed to strengthen the hypnotic control properly in privacy, but this should be enough to get him to that stage.

"now, in a moment I'm going to wake you up, you won't remember this happening, but you will do as I've told you. Also, you won't write me that ticket, you'll just remember that we've been having a friendly chat before I head away. Do you understand"?

"yeesss... I understand", he sounded so sleepy when he responded.

"now, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up and we'll finish our conversation, you'll then carry on with your day as normal, but you won't tell anyone about our little chat out here.

*snap*

His face comes back to life, he blinks a few times before turning to me.

"well it's been nice chatting buddy, you take it easy out there" Jack said in his normal voice.

"err yeah thanks officer, I will do. See ya later"

He walked away into the station. I got back in my car and just sat there stunned...had that actually just worked? I kept waiting for some other officers to come out to arrest me...but nothing. Well the true test will be tonight! And you, fine readers, will just have to wait for part 2 to find out if I get my own cop plaything.

[captainlondonman]

Muscle Bouncer

I did not look around as I got on the tube and sat down taking out my book to read. The tube was quiet at the time of day and no one seemed to be sitting near me which was fine by me. At the next stop I was aware someone had come on and sat down opposite.. I raised my eyes to check and saw a hulk of a guy in black shirt and a suit that seemed moulded to his body. Has to be a security guard or a bouncer I thought. He had a shaved head and gleaming scalp with a pencil moustache. Christ he looked hot. I have always been turned on by muscle guys especially big ones like him in front of me. It was impossible not to keep casting a glance over my book and the more I peeped the more I felt my cock stirring. Shit I bet I have a tiny pecker in comparison to him I thought. It did not stop my dick inching down my pants.

Suddenly he opened his beefy legs and moved down his seat slightly so I could see straight into his crotch. Fuck his cock was tight against his legs, obviously commando with a thick outline and massive cut head. He smiled at me and as he did so his hulking arm moved across so his hand could stroke his dick just a gentle rub up and down..

With that we came to the next station and he stood up and came over, towering above me and staring into my eyes.

Follow me, he grunted, but make sure you stay behind me.

 I felt I had no choice but to get up and go even if had another two stations to go. It was a command and I felt almost hypnotised. I walked along the platform behind trying to keep up as he strode, his legs so full of muscle his thighs were rubbing against each other. His suit jacket was tight with the back vent slit to show off a good sized arse which swung with confidence as he walked. His shoulders seemed massive but the waist was small filling out again at his arse. He knew he looked good.. I kept at a distance has he had commanded and followed along the road until he turned into a small side street. I ambled at the corner until I saw him enter a house several doors up.

 Shit what happens now. He did not look round at me so I thought I would stroll past and see if there was any reaction. The front door had been left ajar but I passed up to the end of the street and turned to come back again. The door was still open so swallowing hard I went in and shut the door behind me making a noise so he would know I was in the building. It was clearly a small block of flats and both ground floor doors were closed. I walked up a flight and could see that one of the two doors on the first floor was open.

What if he is out to rob me and smash me up, What if there are others there. What if…?

As if I was waiting for the sign, a deep voice spoke out, Well are you coming in or what.

I entered and shut the door behind me and walked into the living room. He had taken off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt down to almost his navel. His pecs were almost busting out the shirt and his nipples were large and firm against the black silk shirt. He was spread out on a large black leather chair lighting up a spliff.

So man, you like big cock?

Er, yes I do

And you liked what you saw when you were staring  at my big thick dick?

Yes,

 Christ your eyes were almost down my pants. Did you get a knob on?

 I felt so bloody weak I just nodded.

 Think mate you need to drag on this spliff and loosen up a bit.

 I don’t do that I’m afraid.

 Shut the fuck up and take a drag. You will love it and besides you’ll soon be smoking them all the time.

 What did he mean by that but fearing his threatening remark I took the spliff and held it the way he did and look the first drag.

I immediately coughed and watched him smile but within seconds I would feel more relaxed and felt a sensation through my body.

 So is it just big cock you like?

 No sir, I like everything , the body, the hair, the lips the confidence.

 Good that’s what I wanted to hear.

 Now take a second puff and tell me something. If you were big like me what would you want to look like?

 I inhaled again and felt I wanted to tell this stranger what my fantasies were.

 You are pretty much it.  I said. Big, muscular, well defined with shaved head and good bushy black beard. Good large lips for sucking dick and a real bubble butt. Also hairy. Sorry nothing against you but good curly body hair. Oh of course last but not least a good thick at top tapering long prick.

 Shit man you certainly have a good picture. Bet you always have a good wank as you fantasize. Yeah,  is all you want. Eh?

 Yes I would love it but it is only a dream.

 Right man, get your clothes off and throw them into that corner as you wont be needing them. Let me see that twinky body for the last time.

 God what did he mean ‘the last time’ Yet with the two drags I couldn’t care. It all felt right.

As I took everything off and chucked it into the corner I could see my pecker was already erect after all this talk but it may not have measured up to his but not bad for a guy my size.

In the meantime he had taken his shirt off then his pants sitting there naked with his mighty torso, pecs large showing a cleavage and real stand out tits. But that cock of his when released bounced up and hit his flat stomach.  It was a good 10” and ramrod straight same thickness at base as his head. A beautiful thick monster.

 Take another drag and get over here.

 By now I was desperate for a fuck, my body yearning for his prick up my arse but looking at it bouncing fully erect I was not sure how a monster like that could squeeze up my hole.

 Don’t look worried. Take along puff and you will ready. Now put this around your eyes.

 He lifted a bandana and handed it to me and fuck did I care I put it around my face and tied it tight unable to see anything.

I then felt his hand drag my arm so I was nearer to him. I could smell his body, the sweat and musk. He was a real man and in spite of the blindfold I knew I was in the right place.

I heard the slurp of some liquid and then a meaty finger was at my arse, wet with lube slowing moving itself in. I groaned.

 Shut it man there’s more than a finger going up there.

 A second finger moved into position widening my hole and another long drag loosened me up to receive it. The lube made it easier plus all the puffs. With his hands around my waist I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. At first it felt as if my arse would split but I wanted that cock right up to the hilt. Once it past the first couple of inches the thickness was inside me and I lowered my self down his shaft until I felt it the whole way in. Christ what a dick. It is what I had always dreamt about and now this hulk had his prick deep inside me

 That’s it man, you’re riding me like a pro. My dick fits perfectly into that ass of yours. Now take a final drag on this spliff so that you can really move that ass up and down and shout back when I ask you questions. Ya hear me.

 Yes sir,

 Good man cause you’re about to be real man.

 That’s it boy start moving up and down my rod more quickly

 What dya like boy?

 Big cock sir,

Say it louder

 Big cock sir

 The spliff hit in. I wanted his meaty dick to cum inside me, I started moving up and down with speed his precum greasing my arse. It felt fucking fantastic

What d’ya want to be?

 I want to be big and muscle

 That’s it boy, say it again

 I wanna be big and muscle

 By now I was humping on his dick and I could feel his body arching up into my arse. His dick was pulsating inside me and I knew he was almost ready.

 Shit man, I m about to cum and you’re getting all my juice. Don’t you cum do ya hear me. Not yet

My cock was aching to spurt as it bounced up and down hitting my chest. It had never been as hard, but I knew I had to obey.

 Fuck I’m nearly there. One more time , what do you wanna be.

 Fucking big  I shrieked tossing my head back as I forced my arse right down his shaft.

 Fuuuuck he shouted

 And with that his cock exploded with cum inside me. Spurt after spurt. Christ what did he have in those balls of his.

I felt his spunk invade me but it was not just my arse.

What’s happening?

You can feel my seed moving through your body he said trying to get his breath back.

God what’s going on?

 My body felt on fire and a warm tingling sensation I had never had started moving though me but it felt good. It started with my feet which though flat on the floor felt bigger and more rigid and as the wave swept up me it was as though someone was blowing up my legs, pumping them but not with air. My calves and thighs bulked out but I could feel tense muscle and my legs felt heavy but they were longer and I had to adjust the way I was sitting on his lap.. As I did so my arse expanded and spread wider. It was solid and felt like a real bubble butt.

Next I could feel my upper torso enlarge and it felt like muscle after muscle was being piled on. I felt huge, my pecs suddenly started to protrude giving me a real cleavage large tight pecs and even with my bandana still on I could feel my tits getting larger and juicier. My shoulders seemed to erupt outwards and my arms felt like great slabs of meat, my upper arms seemed huge and bursting

 He stood and walked me over to the full length mirror that was behind me.

Time to get that bandana off, bro, so you can get a good look at yourself

He untied and let it fall away.

Fucking hell. Who was that in the mirror. It couldn’t be me, a small twinky white boy. Staring at me was big muscle guy, 6’ 4”. He had been working at weights for years judging by the body. The only thing that was small and that means smallish was his waist. His upper body was massive with a larger than life 6 pack, great tits with big nipples. Thick black curly hair spread up from his belly button across his chest and over his tits. His legs and thighs looked like a body builder and in between was a huge cock really thick at the top tapering nicely to a cut head, at least 10” long. He had a big head with thick neck, bright shaved head and a good thick beard but shaved across the lips, and what juicy lips. Dark brown penetrating eyes and with white surrounds.

Who is this guy. I moved my hand upwards and the reflection did the same. I looked down at myself and shit it was me. I was no longer that twinky white boy. I was the man I had described, a body builder of a real man.

 Fuck man that is some bod you got there and that juicy arse needs a good fuck. Next time mate you will hardly feel my big dick slipping up.

 He stood behind me as I was admiring what I’d always wanted to be, massaging his cock his hand sliding up and down his full length till he was again erect and solid

Only one thing left mate. You look big but you ain’t a real man  not with that voice of yours and your mind.. We need to complete the change don’t we? Plus we only fuck with  men like me  ,eh? We’re the best. No one how to really fuck like us.

 I did not know what he meant but I just wanted to stare at myself and seeing my thick long cock arching I needed to cum and spray my juice everywhere.

 Lets get started he said.

 I heard him spit on his prick and then his hands started pulling apart my cheeks. What a shelf of a butt I had. Little by little he inched in but this time there was no pain. His cock took over my arse and I felt it right up to the hilt, his strong thighs rubbing against me

 You are right this is even better, I said groaning as he started moving in and out.

His hands came round my chest and I could see his massive hands start rubbing my pecs back and forth, up and down. Squeezing them across my cleavage.

 Fucking great pecs man as he looked over my shoulder. You luv’in that judging by your dick.

 Why don’t you start on my tits, I begged

 He started on my left tit massaging it with his hand and then taking two fingers giving a gentle rub. I could feel my whole body reacting, tingling and tensing with pleasure. He started on the other tit and the without warning took both tits together but using just two fingers he squeezed and pinched. I could see his hands pulling and as he pulled so he pushed his cock further into my arese, getting off on what he was doing.

 Shit man you jus luv that.

 Squeeze them more.

As he did so I felt a pain but it was one of pain and pleasure making me move my arse more and more into his groin, lifting my head back and arching my body.

 Its time man. I want you to start on that massive dick of yours wanking, start slow and work yourself up as I get on with your tits. I want to see that cum of yours all over the mirror, great wads of it cum from those massive hanging balls of yours. But do not cum until I tell you and when I tell you to shout

I’m a fucking muscle man, got it? We are cumin together, I shoot my load up that arse of yours and you spurt all you want. This is it Jed, time for the final change what you have always dreamed of.

 I’m not Jed I said.

 You fucking well will be and proud of it man. A real muscle bro.

 I was so horny I could not reply as all I wanted was to shoot my load and see what my massive dick and well hung balls would produce.

 My hand slid up and down my cock the more he kneeded my tits and the more I pushed hard against him feeling his cock right up to the hilt. Seeing me looking like a muscle man was the horniest ever. Here I was his bitch but looking a full muscle bound massive cock  man Was it a dream? It could only be so but I felt the pain on my tits, I felt his arms around me, I sure as hell felt his cock inside me and that reflection of me in the mirror with my dick straining to come was no dream.

 Shit I wanna come, are you ready.

 Yeh Im just about there, so remember when I say Now you know what to say.

 Sure how can I forget

 Fuck man I’m ready to shoot my spunk all the way up you. Christ its ready Now!

 With that I arched my body backwards ,looking straight at the mirror and yelled

I wanna be a fucking muscle man.

 Suddenly my cock erupted as it lunged forwards shooting wave after wave of hot steamy spunk against the mirror. Bloody hell how could I have that much spunk in those big balls. At the same time  my arse seemed glued to his cock so I felt not just his cum enter my bum but it was like an electrical charge that entered as well and roared up my spine and into my head. I felt numb, and dizzy unable to think and feeling overwhelmed by a force so strong. I shook my head to try and clear the blurred energy making my head spin. I could vaguely hear him saying

 Its OK Jed give it another minute. Don’t fight it bro it’s the new you, what you wanted, a new life ahead, a better life.

 Slowly the fog cleared and I looked at my spunk running down the mirror and then I looked at myself, a big built man.

Of course I am fucking Jed, who the hell else can I be.

Hey bro, that was fucking fantastic ‘ I said in a deep northern accent.. My balls feel much better havin shot that load I tell ya Sol you sure know how to fuck.

I’d better have a shower man so you can take me to see yer boss for a job. With my body you wont get any better as a bouncer.

 Ok ,Jed, get showered and I will look out some clothes for you. Fuck man you are jis great. Couldn’t get a better bitch than you

 I came out the shower and looked at myself.

Shit man what a bod, what a dick. Fuckin great you big muscle god.

 Sol had looked out some clothes, white T shirt in lycra, black trainers, white socks and black joggers

The white T shrt was like a second skin and showed every muscle, especially my big tits poking out and my muscles exploding from the sleeve edge.

 No jock for you Jed, let that cock of your hang down.Be proud of that massive dick

 It ain’t just hanging down bro, but sticking out. No man can miss this. You could see the outline as it pressed against the material showing its monster of a cut head.

Don’t touch that man or else you’ll see a fucking great tent, I told Sol

 I put on two thick gold chains, combed my bear and was ready.

Sol had his suit on

 Once you get through the interview you will get the same gear bro.

 Walking along the road, many turned to look at us. Two muscle  bears, fucking good looking and I knew my cock was on view for them all to take in.

When we got to the club Sol, said

I know you’ll be great man with the interview, just do what he asks and its yours.

I knocked on the door and a deep voice from within boomed

Come in.

 Sitting behind a desk was a massive  guy, shaved head bulldog neck and muscles that his top could scarcely hold.

 I’m Jed, sir

 He stood up and walked round towards me. Christ he must have been 6”6” , black tight top and faded jeans and yea, my eyes caught sight of a fucking bulge down the side and the jeans were worn to make it more obvious.

 Hi man

He put out his arm and his hand grabbed mine. Shit what power in those hands. As he lowered his arm I suddenly felt the back of his hand brush against my cock.

It tingled as the man was raw sex

He sat on a chair facing me with his legs apart giving me full view of his bulging crotch.

 So you know Sol

 Yes, Sir

You know him well?

Yes sir,

Would you say you were real good mates

Yes, Sir

I can see why  he winked.

Big guy Sol

Yes Sir,

He’s got it down there he said glancing at his dick

Bet ya he knows how to give it

I just looked at him but my cock was hardening and I knew that soon it would be clear to him what was going on.

 So you want to work here.

 Yes Sir,

 I only want muscle guys like me, bro and must have great bods

 Yes Sir

 So why don’t you take off that top and let me see your upper bod

 I quickly took it off facing him. His eyes moved all over me and when his eyes moved down to my hardening bulge, his hand started slowing massaging his dick. He took his hand away for a second so I could see it inching down his jeans A fucking monster and so fucking sexy.

 Right, now Jed turn side ways and let me se your profile.

 That’s some shelf of an arse there man. Shit bro it looks like that cock of yours is beginning to twitch, seems a lot further out than when you came in. Starting to feel horny

I swallowed and said

 I’m afraid so. You know what its like with us horny guys

 Don’t be afraid boy that some tent you got there with the pole getting bigger and bigger. Looks as if your cock is even bigger than Sol. Come over here and stand right in front of me.

I stood in front with my erection now so obvious my dick sticking straight on my my joggers.

 We need to do something about this, don’t we, he winked

 Guess so.

 So let me release that monster man

He brought his hands to each side of my joggers and yanked down, my cock sprang out to full length with some precum at the tip.

 Now that’s what I call a real beauty of a prick Jed. Jus how I like my boys. I think you need my lips round that and down my throat. Let me get my hands on that fucking shelf of a bum you have there.

 His hands moved round to my arse and pulled me in to him, his tongue riming the head of my cock.

His thick lips parted and gently he started to suck my head , back and forward with plenty of spit. As his mouth moved down the shaft I felt a thick finger rimming my arse and gently prodding. He didn’t gag given the thickness of my dick. He had obviously done plenty of cock sucking. I could feel his mouth moving down the shaft as another finger entered my bum, pushing me nearer to his face and wanting to be fully face fucked. If he wanted to give me a blow job then he could have it all. I moved in so he had to take the full length and put my hands on his head forcing his head the entire way down. He was able to take it . With his fingers moving about in my arse and me pulling his head so he became more worked up and I kept forcing my cock in and out and watching his spit dripping on to the floor. Shit this guy knows how to suck Looking down on his muscled broad shoulders and seeing his gleaming head move up and down my cock was such a fucking turn on.

I can’t keep this up man, your fucking working me up to cumin.

 He didn’t stop and face fucked even quicker his mouth now sliding in and out of  his throat

 Shit I cumin, get ready boss I got so much fucking spunk cumin Christ, arghhhhh

With that he kept his mouth full around my cock as I shot load after load down his throat. He gobbled it as if he couldn’t get enough.

 Fuck boss you sure love cum

 As I pulled out he wiped his mouth.

 Well boy those balls of yours sure hold plenty of juice. One of the best cocks I have tasted and it wont be the last time. You’ve got the job.

 As he sat back I could see his cock had worked its way down his jeans showing a bloody large truncheon of a dick with the precum oozing out of his jeans. His hand went down to ease his prick which needed to get out.

 Fuck boss that is some cock you have there. I think its time to pay back. I hope you have plenty of cum there for my throat.

I got down on my knees and unfastened his jean buttons.

Sorry Boss but you’ll need to raise yerself so I can get yer jeans down to get to that monster of yours.

I told you boy  weve all got big dicks, It goes with the job.

As I eased down his jeans  his cock flipped up the head gleaming with precum.

 Let’s see how you get on with my dick, man

 Just looking at that thick black did was enough for me to gobble. Thank God for my thick lips and big mouth. I started to slurp over the head and lick his precum. Fucking great. I ain’t going to get all this down my throat I thought, so as I lowered my mouth down his pulsating shaft so I took my hand to the base and started massaging at the same time.

 That’s it bro do both, hand and mouth, I fucking love it seeing that shaved head of yours working and I can sure feel that beard of yours on my prick.

 Christ I wanted to see him cum, a cock that size had to have plenty. The more my hand worked the base of his shaft the more I moved my mouth up and down.. I could sense him tensing he was nearing cumin.

 Yea fuck man I’m ready to cum. When I say now take your mouth away and let me shoot.

Now.

With that order I kept my hand firmly on his dick and took my mouth off

Fuuuuck! Yeah.

Shit did he shoot, wad after wad shooting across the floor, thick creamy cum. His balls must have been full with the spray.

 Well you sure as hell have the job now Jed. This ain’t going to be the last time and if Sol is Ok I’d like to try that bubble butt of your another time.

 I’m up for that man, just make sure you use some lube with that massive dick of yours.

 You’ll get on with all the guys. They’ll love some fun with you. So go out and see Sol and he can take you to get your kit. Make sure its tight. I wanna see that bod of yours bulging, make sure you are commando so I can see that dick.

Sure Boss just got to make sure my dick doesn’t get too hard.

 What a fucking great life. A beaut of a body, a great fucker with Sol, a Boss who has a dick to dream off. What more?

[writtenbynath]

Memories of Charmed in chronological order

There's an outage that disrupts air traffic and my flight to Baltimore is cancelled. I spend a frantic half an hour in a queue for the Delta ticketing desk before I get a boarding pass for a plane to DC. Luckily, a friend also arrives at DC later that day and we make it to the hotel together.

My new submissive partner welcomes me at the hotel and helps me get settled into my room. She has been aching to see me and I shove her against the wall and step on her until we are both satisfied.

I meet a partner I've missed dearly for breakfast before I go down to the registration desk to get my con badge.

Two partners of mine are having a scene together and I have obtained a room key along with consent to join them. When I enter, he declares that he has prepared my new toy. She is tranced out, vacantly echoing words from either me or him back as we hypnotise her and tease her. I inspect her and give my seal of approval, but neither of them are allowed to cum. This scene sets a wonderful tone for our dynamic the rest of the weekend.

A switchy partner of mine has agreed to top me in a scene centred on making me comfortable enough to do some things I would normally be too ashamed to do. It's a gentle scene with praise kink and it makes me blissfully happy, so much that I switch around and top him in a way that he has often fantasised about. This is scene is easily the hottest one of the entire weekend, because it satisfies fantasies we have both cherished for a long time.

Baron takes me to the Cheesecake factory for the first time in my life and it's amazing.

A partner and I meet in my room for a scene. At first we fuck around a little with an amnesia trigger and a trigger that makes him crumple to the floor. Then we transition into a scene where I put him in hypnotic bondage and torture him with overwhelming pleasure, demanding to know what he will do for me, what he will give me to make it stop. Spontaneously, he lapses into a deep submissive trance, giving me his mind in exchange for making the torture stop. I won't easily forget the image of him mindlessly muttering the same two words over and over at the end.

The first class I taught was a lecture entitled "WTF is consent anyway?" and a number of people I am close with as well as people from the ConCom showed up to listen. It was the first time I taught a hybrid online and offline class, and I was impressed by how they made the tech work. One man in the live audience asked difficult questions and some people feared that he would dominate the class, but it turned out that he learned something important! He did corner me after the class with more questions, luckily a partner came to my rescue.

I witnessed only one of the classes taught by Psy, Kiwi and Moonie (they did many more together this weekend) and it was beautiful and hot. These three are amazing to watch together.

My friend Camden Dawn taught a class on using Presence in a scene and I'm so proud of her! It was great.

I teach a class with many demos which I've called On the Spot, in which I teach how to make up an induction on the spot, through active listening and utilisation. A friend was my first volunteer, which gave me the right warm-up to get over my nerves. I proceeded to show off several flawlessly improvised inductions and with the help of Daja's notes we explained why they worked so well. The last demo was exceptionally challenging to me, but no less successful. Wiseguy was in the audience and as he grinned at me after the class, for an instant I saw it. I saw how proud he was of me, how brilliant he and Daja think I am. That glow of victory will stay with me for a long time.

I had a wonderful date with a submissive partner to whom I showed my new vampire claws and we did a little chloroform play. We spent a long time cuddling together on the bed, and it made me think two words: supremely happy.

Psy and I ran the Zombie game together and it reminded me of several things:

-this game is hilarious

-it's easy to get tired after a few rounds of it

-I can run it by myself, but I need some backup because it's very overwhelming.

A long-awaited date with my new submissive partner. I took on my succubus persona to grapple her and fuck her with my tentacles. It was everything we hoped for and more…

After months of not seeing each other and hardly playing online, a switchy partner and I felt so close that words seemed unnecessary. We impatiently jumped each other's bones and it resulted in hurried sex, which I rarely do. Afterwards, we agreed to spend more time and attention next time.

During my class for bottoms How To Get Hypnotized, I invited my friend Glitter to sit on the front row and throw sass at me to challenge me. I have given this talk a few times and I feared it would get stale. Glitter gave me a safeword I could use to shut her up if the sass got too much, but I didn't need it. She agreed with me most of the time, and after the class I received a message from a friend that he could listen to me talk for hours on end.

A scene with a submissive partner in which I made him helpless and horny in all the ways he craved. We had not played together for a whole year but it was like nothing ever changed. Old triggers still worked.

Spontaneously, I found myself in a room together with a play partner and his roommate who I had been flirting with a lot. Everyone got a turn to get hypnotised and tops came off so we could touch and admire each other's nipples. Hours went by so fast and we had so much fun.

A play partner and I retired to my room and talked and talked until the wee hours of the morning.

A submissive partner came to perform a morning ritual in which we showered together, got dressed and she blacked my boots.

Two friends invited me back to their room for a private lesson in hypnotic inductions. One was delighted to be hypnotised by someone who hadn't learned it from her, and her partner was grateful to watch and take notes.

I organised a small lesbian vampire hangout in my room where we could take off our masks and bite willing victims.

I had a scene with a friend in my room. She vented to me about why she was not having a good time and I gently tranced her.

A submissive partner crawled into bed with me so we could talk and cuddle until we fell asleep. In the morning, a mutual partner came to our room to play a little before he had to leave. We work so well together, it made us all so happy.

While other people were packing, I sat on a bed in a corner with a partner and tranced her until she was dripping wet. Her eyes are so beautiful and I really want to spend more time with her next con.

During the trip home, I make notes about all these wonderful memories and I start planning things for Beguiled.

[unbridledbrainrots]

A day in their class...

Rating: PG-15  Length: ~600 words Genre: Slice of (school) life, modern!AU? probably Pairing: Sebastian Moran (from Moriarty The Patriot)  x  OC (named Marjorie Reiss) though I prefer this one is Marjorie-centric story featuring Sebastian at the end lol Notes: Highkey dry humour or absurd... huhh you name it, may contain inaccuracies, quick proofread so sorry for some errors! Oh, they’re still friends in this timeline

Attending math class after lunch break was one of several phases that Marjorie wouldn’t recommend to everyone. Especially when the nippy breeze struck her face like it was trying to hypnotise her into its abyss of unconsciousness. In addition, sitting further back in the class worsened the situation. To conclude, it was a perfect orchestra for her lullaby. 

And that’s… that’s what currently happened. 

Her right arm tried its best to bear her head that had been nodding for umpteen times. Her mind was on a brink of combustion whether to instruct her eyes kept wide open and her ears pricked up for the teacher’s explanation, or her entire system shut down for a nice power nap. Her glasses were taken off from her face eversince she was seduced by the zephyr. Her lips had been curled inward, merely avoiding any drool leaked from her mouth. Normally, she would slam the table by reflex every time a drop of saliva fell down and then miraculously regained her consciousness. 

Ahh, too bad it was math class! Marjorie could sneak some snacks to keep her alert, but Mr. Gregson had eagle eyes. He rarely allowed his students to eat during his class unless it was an emergency. Whenever he caught his students dozing off, he only asked them to wash their faces in the loo. Yet he calculated the time they spent in his head! That’s why no one dared to stop by the cafeteria or drag their feet back to the class. His class was indeed one of the strictests here. Never did she survive his class without accidentally sleeping. To the point that she thought he had tagged her as an easy target to answer the question on the chalkboard just by how often she got called out. 

She was one step closer to REM…

“Miss Reiss,” that hoarse voice awakened her, but her souls were still scattered around. In a full bafflement, she looked at Mr. Gregson who had been standing next to her. Silence, it was all blank stare. Everyone in the class knew she hadn’t woken up completely. 

That stern teacher handed over a stick of white chalk to her and chillingly half-whispered, “it’s time for you to say goodbye to your world.”

She slightly nodded, yet still puzzled. 

“Leave everything behind- no, you can bring your notes, and do number 2 there,” his hand aimed at the board that had already been divided into three sections. One was already filled by him as an example.

“N-now?”

“Yes, Miss Reiss.”

“But I haven’t done anything good in this world.”

“You’ve finished that number and I’ve checked it.”

“The grim reaper will grant you leniency if you finish it correctly,” he continued.

The living corpse ascended from her chair then dawdled her way to the blackboard.

“Number 3,” Mr. Gregson passed another chalk to Sebastian, in which it also snapped him back to reality. 

Shrk… shrk… the dusty white chalk slowly rubbed the slate. Marjorie kept shifting her glance between her notes and the board. But she barely understood her notes. It was too cryptic for someone who was half-asleep. Yet she was too indulged in writing the answer until her right hand crashed into someone’s left arm, making that person accidentally streaked a small part of his answer.

On an impulse, she stared at that person next to her. Unfortunately, her glasses were left on her table, so she could only see the outline of the person. Tousled, black… is this Sebby-chan? She pondered while squinting. 

Perhaps she snorted chalk dust too much as she abruptly handed her notes to him.

“Exchange.”

Instead of telling her to open her eyes, Sebastian gave her his notes without any hesitation. Hadn’t he already woken up? Or had he inhaled the dust as well? 

As though they shared one last braincell, Marjorie and Sebastian switched their spots. She did his, and he did hers. They continued solving the questions respectively, although he struggled deciphering her disastrous writing.

[haikyu-mp4]

Heyo 🌟 congratulations on your milestone! 🐳 done!

I am hereby applying with Osamu, I am organised and driven 🫡

heya!! thank you 🍓 much! you are hired for our shared love of a café setting<3

Cookies and cream

Osamu is a customer and orders something just to talk to you, for the now hiring! event

word count; 884 – f!reader

A new café recently opened across the street, and Osamu shamelessly spent at least 15 minutes of each day standing close to the windows of Onigiri Miya to observe. You had a consistent flow of customers and seemed to have more busy hours than he had. He was very interested in your menu, the design of the café, the workers… maybe just one worker in particular, the one who smiled so nicely that he imagined you were the reason so many people kept coming back to order from you. He hadn’t heard your voice yet, but he definitely imagined it, telling your customers to never go buy from Onigiri Miya and hypnotising them with your charm.

Atsumu could not understand why his brother had developed such an obsession with a simple café when his own business was showing better results every month and your businesses were so different that it didn’t have to be a competition. Competitiveness was nothing new, but this wasn’t the first time a new shop of any sort opened close by. It’s Japan; there were several places to order food or coffee on every street.

He couldn’t understand it until he visited to see what it was all about, and he caught his brother only staring over there while you were visible at the register or out in the café clearing tables. Is he witnessing a one-sided enemies to lovers or is his brother just in denial of his attraction to you?

“So ya got the hots for the café owner, huh?” he teased, bumping his elbow into Osamu as he came to stand beside him. Osamu frowned.

“How do ya know she’s the owner?” he asked, looking back over to where you held a tray of empty cups while chatting with two students who had been there for a few hours.

“Went there to scope the competition before I came here,“ he answered proudly. “Had a bangin’ iced coffee. Cookies and cream and I swear she put extra cookie crumbles-” Part of Osamu was grateful that his brother got invested in his battles, but the bigger part was annoyed that he had yet to taste anything you made.

Atsumu just needed to get Osamu a little jealous and he’d walk right into his trap.

On his break, while the new hire did their first cover alone, Osamu had no choice but to stroll across the street and confidently enter your café. The comforting smell immediately hit him, and it was only enhanced by the warmth of the lighting and the nice temperature. His eyes scanned over the café tables while he slowly made his way towards the register. And as he got there, he finally looked forward. Any threatening introduction he might have prepared was ruined when you smiled at him.

You leaned your hands on the counter on each side of the register, leaning closer to him curiously. “Hey, weren’t you blonde earlier?”

You were mostly teasing because even though you thought he looked very similar, you knew they must be two different people. This one piqued your attention differently, and the one that had been staring at you through the window was not blonde.

“Don’t insult me, that was my brother. I’m Miya Osamu,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand for a handshake. “I own Onigiri Miya across the street.”

Maybe it was the way his arms bulged under his t-shirt. Or the way his brown hair complemented his eyes and made them warmer like you should have picked that shade of brown for the accent wall instead. Or the way he had slight dips into the fat of his stomach where the apron was tied. He was just so insanely attractive to you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve been dying to try your food,” you said, smiling and shaking his hand while you told him your name. “Did you want to order something?”

Osamu had intended on being quite cold towards you, show you who’s boss…

“My brother recommended something with cookies and cream?” he instead requested politely with a little smile, hoping you might put even more cookie crumbs on his.

“I’m glad it left a good impression.”

He knew he should get back to put out the fires his new hire might have caused, so after sticking around and talking to (flirting with) you for a while, he sighed and pushed his hip off the counter he leaned against.

“Why don’t you come over some time, I’ll make sure you get our best,” he said, picking a slightly bent business card out of the pocket of his apron and handing it to you. He might have scribbled his personal number on the back ahead of time.

His stomach did flips as he watched your cheeks turn rosy when you took the piece of paper. “Doesn’t every customer get your best?”

“The special ones get a little extra love,” he answered, pulse quickening at his own forwardness. Now that he felt more comfortable, his smile was even wider and it felt like your legs turned to jelly.

“I’ll see if I can bless you with my time,” you joked, a soft chuckle escaping with it because obviously, you would be hitting him up on that offer.

“And I’ll look forward to it.”

masterlist║ PART 2

[jk-keno]

Esther (23SJCCC025)

The Frog Prince

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there was a princess named Isabella. She was known for her kindness and compassion, but she had a particular aversion to frogs. One day, while walking in the royal gardens, she came across a frog named Frederick. The frog caught sight of Isabella and leapt on her shoulder. As soon as Frederick touched her shoulder, he transformed into an ugly gnome. Isabella squealed. As Frederick the gnome made attempts to communicate, the princess inferred that he was under a curse and wanted her to accompany him to undo the curse. 

The two set out into a forbidden forest. As they journeyed into the Forbidden Forest, they faced numerous challenges, including cunning magical creatures and tricky enchantments.

There were snarling wolves and bewitched bats hovering over them. The thunders boomed and lightning flashed before their eyes, splitting trees into equal halves. Isabella shuddered at the dire sight. The roads were just a few inches wide bewitched by slithering slippery snakes. Isabella indecisively took each step. Frederick the gnome knew sorcery. He hypnotised the wolves and bats. He wiped out the snakes from the narrow road. Together, Isabella and Frederick navigated the perils of the Forbidden Forest, relying on their wits and each other's strengths. Along the journey, they formed a deep bond of friendship and trust.

In the deepest end of the forbidden forest, was an underground tunnel, several hundred metres below. Frederick and Isabella turned to the ladder that leads down. Astonished and almost faint from fear Isabella clutched Frederick’s hand. They slid down quietly and tiptoed into a giant witches’ premises. That giant held the gnome’s curse.

Frederick was cursed by the giant witch when he refused to marry her.

The giant caught sight of Isabella as Frederick slipped away into the giant’s pantry. The witch turned her wand into curves. With a spell Isabella turned into a frog awarded with the same curse as Frederick. The gnome on seeing what happened took a feather brushed it on Isabella and went and laid it before the witch. The two sat before it. There was a frightening silence for half an hour. Then a thunder blasted and the witch and Frederick transformed into princess and prince. They were immediately engaged.

Frederick had tricked Isabella and now was determined to keep her in the tunnel as a slave. Isabella had fallen in love with Frederick. She wept for her loss in trust, a betrayal she thought. Many years passed by, Isabella served Frederick and the witch. She wept at night

The whole kingdom awaited Isabella’s return. The king went to wise man and enquired of the princess’ whereabouts. The wise man said, “take this bean and go past the forbidden forest into the tunnel where the witch lives. She is held captive there. Throw the bean into the tunnel and you will see your daughter standing beside you. She will tell you the details of what happens inside the tunnel.” The king and his men set out the very next day. With bows and arrows they finally made through the forest and threw the bean inside the tunnel as the wise man had directed. Isabella transformed and appeared next to the king. When the king was told about all things that happened, he was burned in rage.

The king ordered his men to go inside the tunnel and destroy the witch and Frederick. And so was done. Isabella, the king and his men then returned home safely ever after.

Experience:

The Frog Prince was under a curse. Further he would be transformed only if a princess agreed to marry him and kissed him. This is the original version.

I decided on this twist because often life isn’t perfect. Consequently, life doesn’t happen the way we plan. The attempt was to display, in order to achieve our goals we not only have to be extremely determined but also take along with us others in our journey to self-actualisation. Symbolically, we are like the ugly gnome who would go the lengths and breadths of the earth to achieve what he determined. But, as the gnome, we would also meet our fateful end if we fail to help those who supported us on our journey.

End

[writer-akihiko]

Hello! Can I ask a headcanon between dorm leaders with S/o that somehow getting hypnotized by their stalker (ex: like the sea witch hypnotize prince erik). I want to see how they gonna save her. Thank you~ Have a nice day/night!

Dorm Leaders + Hypnotised!MC

I took inspo from your sea witch and Prince Erik example, so there's the notion of a marriage proposal between you and the dorm leader

Warning: Yandere tones, Poisoning, Mentions of Torture but not explicit

One day, on the day of your awaited date, your lover stood there and wondered why you were late. He had prepared everything for this day because today, he held a box containing a singular ring, as you had described it as the way most people in your world proposed marriage.

What he didn't expect was for his lover to look at him with utter fear as he opened your room door...

Malleus Draconia

He didn't comprehend that you were hypnotised, since he was focused on the fact that you were crying at him in fear, muttering about a monster arriving

He doesn't know what to do, he gets on his knees, begging you to look at him

He's quick to get angry at your reluctance, forcing you to look up at him

It was then he noticed a difference of your eye colour. It was a shade duller than its original colour... Which he gathered were traces of hypnotism magic

His anger vanished, reserving it for the caster of the spell

It didn't take him long to dissipate the magic. He was a powerful magician after all

However, his methods rendered you tired and sleepy. He caught you, holding your much smaller body against his own as his eyes softened at your sleeping form

"Lilia, call for Vice Dorm Leader Viper," He said, cradling you against his chest. He pressed his lips on your forehead, wishing well dreams to you. "The caster is one of his students. No doubt, the caster learned from Viper to get to YN..."

"Bring him to me alive. He'll burn for his crimes."

Riddle Rosehearts

He's immediately angry at the situation, which doesn't help your fear

Trey snaps him out of his rage, but it was futile once you yelled "Stay away from me!" To Riddle. He'd be lying if his heart didn't break a little

You were in hysterics, and Riddle had no choice but to use his magic on you. Even if wasn't sealing away any magic, it would restrain you enough for him to inspect you

Riddle's magic prowess wasn't enough to identify the exact magic, but he told Trey to take notes of anyone could use controlling magic

Seeing that you weren't hostile around Ace and Deuce, you were left in their care

On the other hand... Cater and Trey found the caster. With Riddle's unique magic, it broke the spell

Riddle was more than angry at the caster, but your safety was first. He had to deal with the caster in a more... secretive way

"YN, oh YN..." He held you close, although he kept you in the hug since he didn't want you to see his tears. "You're back..."

"The person who did this to you will face punishment for breaking my rules..."

Kalim Al-Asim

He panics at first, but then he turns to Jamil, begging him to take a look at you since something was clearly wrong with you

When you called him scary and a monster, he was in denial, muttering about how you were sick, and just needed rest

He wasn't rational about it, trying to figure out why you were sick through normal medicine but it wasn't working

He was desperate, causing you to run away from him. Under your hypnotism, you ended up in the arms of your stalker

Jamil was quick to report your disappearance, and Kalim did not wait for a single second to rescue you

Kalim's connections made it easy to find a person that was able to undo the spell on you, although you had to undergo intense recovery as well

Kalim rubbed your tired hand, marvelling at the fact that you accepted his proposal. It was a desperate one, not as he imagined but happy tears fell at your sentiment. "YN... you don't have to apologise for the mean things you said. I know it's not you..."

"The culprit will be punished severely! He harmed the future bride of the Al-Asim family after all!"

Azul Ashengrotto

He knew it was the influence of magic when Jade reported the oddity to him. He knew, and yet...

It hurt. It hurt when you said those hurtful words to him. In his heart, he forgave you but he was focused on saving his future wife

Times like this, he was glad he chose to invest in those magical orbs that spied on you in secret

Floyd was a winning key. The caster was no match for him, although Floyd had to be lightly told off to not immediately kill on-site

Once the caster was brought, it was a matter of getting the teachers to remove the spell. Azul, for as much as he wanted to do it himself, wanted you to be safe. It was better to be safe than sorry

Oh, the joy he had having to punish the caster since the student was also part of the Octavinelle dorm...

You were well-rested, although you were still comforting your soon-to-be husband Azul as he still cries over your well-being. "YN... You're safe and that's all that matters..."

"That student is already suffering at the hands of the twins anyway... So don't concern yourself with him."

Idia Shroud

Initially, Idia thought you stood him up. If it weren't for Ortho, he wouldn't have searched for you

He wished he didn't, because the words you said stung. He kept his tears in though. It wasn't your fault nor the right time

He knew what was going on. He didn't have the latest technology spying on you for nothing

He had ignored those devices since he was so nervous about his proposal, but he wished he hadn't

Even though Idia wasn't the strongest magic user, he knew his way around magicians, particularly his influence around the other stronger students like Malleus

The spell was removed, and you were safe. Idia ignored any further punishments to the caster, since it was a later problem...

Idia held his breath as you got up, steadying yourself from your recovery. "YN... I'm sorry that I wasn't fast enough... Thank you for trusting me..."

"Oh? The caster? He's burning in the River Styx. Where people like him belong..."

Leona Kingscholar

He never planned this to happen! The one thing he puts effort into and it's ruined by some lowlife!

He doesn't care about the insults you say. It filters out. He's used to it. Somehow... your insults linger a little longer than the ones from others...

He doesn't deal with you. He needs to find the person who did this and he needs to find them NOW

If it means turning them to sand, so be it. He wanted you back, no. He needed you back

With Jack's sense of smell, it doesn't take long for him to command the entire beastmen gang under him to find the caster

The caster ends up in his claws, primed for him to rip him to shreds... The spell reversal was quick, and Leona held you close to him. It was tempting to slip the ring he got onto your finger...

He kept the ring next to you, as well as a photo of you both. Once you woke up, he'd say all he meant to say that night. "YN... I'm gonna have to leave your side for a while."

"There's prey I have to hunt."

Vil Schoenheit

He felt like screaming and pulling his hair out when he found you in such a state. No... No, he, as a queen, must keep his composure

He turned away before any of those hurtful words reached his ears. He couldn't bear it if he heard such things from you

He called for Rook immediately, trusting his abilities to trace back your doings before the spell took place

Vil, on the other hand, took up his magic pen to conjure up a poison much more lethal than the one he submitted to become the dorm leader...

Epel, he had to admit, had the intimidation that caused the caster to reverse his spell. Vil spent time pampering you, even when you were recovering... It was as if he was your Prince curing you from the evil curse of the apple...

He brushed away your hair, pouring you a new cup of tea. You were quite weary after the whole ordeal, but you couldn't stop looking at the twinkling ring on your finger. "I'm glad it suits your taste, my sweet potato..."

"If I'm not mistaken, that rotten stalker should be rotting... on the outside too, with that new poison I made..."

[queenshelby]

The Policeman’s Daughter – Part One

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warning: Mention of Attempted Suicide and Abuse

Notes: The fic plays a year after Grace’s death. It will be quite dark as Tommy still struggles with PTSD and Grace’s death and the Reader has struggles of her own.

London, 1 August 1924

For the past three years, it has only been you and your father, living in London in a small suburban house.

Whilst you were in your early twenties, your father was very protective of you. You were his only child and you couldn’t stay out of trouble.

You had moved out of his house momentarily when your mother had passed away but soon had no choice but to return when the relationship you had formed with a young man at the time had turned bad.

Ever since your experience with that man, you lost faith and you lost trust. A year of abuse had gone unnoticed until the day your life had changed forever.

It was 1 August 1922 and you remembered that day, every day and every night. The nightmare you had to endure that day would stay with you forever. Every time you glanced into the mirror and saw this big scar across your stomach, you saw a stark reminder of that day. Every night you went to sleep, you were woken up by a nightmare, reliving exactly what happened to you to that day.

The worst of it all was that the man who did this to you and the men who watched walked free. He was the son of a judge who helped to cover it up. The abuse, the shooting, everything.

You were left with the burden of it all and, at one point several months ago, you even considered to leave this world behind, to join your mother wherever she was.

But your father, he saved you that day you tried to take your life and ever since then, he had his eyes on you, ensuring your safety.

Ironically, it was on 1 August 2024 that he made you a promise. A new life and a new home, in Birmingham.

‘Why Birmingham. It’s an industrial town. There is nothing there’ you wondered.

‘I have been assigned a new job, investigating a criminal syndicate in the area. I cannot tell you anything else about it. Its for your safety. But I have requested a house in the outskirts for us to stay at and security. It will be safe’ your father explained and you knew that he was probably right as, currently, he was investigating several killings in London and certainly had become a target.

Birmingham, 1 September 1924

Over the past two weeks, you made your new house a home.

Your father didn’t lie when he said that your new house was in the outskirts of the city. The nearest factory was a twenty-minute drive away and your property was surrounded by fields and bushland.

For days, you had been exploring the area, spent time at the nearby river, hunted and gathered.

‘I sometimes wish that your mother wouldn’t have taught you her customs’ your father chuckled when he finally found you.

You stood in front of him, your boots covered in dirt, leaves stuck in your hair while you prepared dinner outside over the campfire near the river.

‘Bi kashtesko merel i yag’ you said, pointing to the pile of wood besides him. But you knew that he had never learned your mother’s language.

‘You know, we do have an oven my love’ he laughed.

‘Doesn’t taste the same coming out of the oven’ you smiled, offering him a seat on the blanket besides the fire as you did.

‘I suppose you are right’ he said, taking some of the meat and vegetables.

‘When I was walking today, I came across an orphanage. It is on the hill a few miles from here. I was wondering if, perhaps, I could seek employment there’ you suggested to your father and, to your surprise, he was in agreement.

Birmingham, 5 September 1924

Your employment was approved within no time and, whilst the position didn’t pay well, it was satisfying to you to work with children in need.

The orphanage was established through the Grace Shelby Institute and housed over thirty children.

To your surprise, unlike there is with most orphanages you had visited and volunteered at, there was no involvement from the church.

It was well furnished, featured a large library and the children were well dressed.

There were two young children in particular who caught your interest. Their names were Adam and Lenny, two brothers who just loved to explore.

It was on your first day that they had, again, disappeared from the orphanage much to the disapproval of the educators, which the children called ‘aunts’

‘The twins are lost again’ one of the aunts said quickly just as she heard a car pull up in front of the orphanage.

‘They aren’t lost, they are exploring’ you said calmly, but the aunts weren’t calm at all as they watched a well dressed and very handsome man and a very attractive brunette woman step out of their grey Bentley.

‘Listen, I know where they might be. Let me fetch them, alright?’ you offered and the eldest aunt nodded quickly in approval before greeting the two well-dressed strangers.

‘Mr Shelby, Mrs Grey, please common with us’ the woman said and, just as she did, the man’s eyes locked with yours for a moment as he walked past. You couldn’t recall having ever seen eyes that intensively blue before. They were almost hypnotising.

After quickly collecting your thoughts, you made your way to the nearby forest and, just as you had expected, the twins were by the river.

You spent ten minutes with them, exploring and preparing them for the aunts’ disapproval for their behaviour, before winding them up and making them follow you back to the orphanage.

‘Next time, sneak out a little more carefully’ you said to them with gypsy tongue before giving them a wink and shewing them back inside, not expecting to be understood by the handsome stranger smoking besides the door.

‘They need to learn how to cover their tracks, eh?’ the man said in gypsy tongue and you swallowed harshly, embarrassed and concerned for your employment at the same time.

‘I am sorry, they just want to be outside, not cooped up in here. But I shouldn’t have suggested…’ you went on to say, but the stranger interrupted you.

‘There is no need to apologise Love. I am gypsy too, I understand’ the man said with a smile before introducing himself to you.

‘I don’t think we have met. My name is Thomas Shelby’ he said, shaking your hand.

‘Y/N YL/N’ you responded shyly before noticing the familiar surname. ‘Are you involved with the Grace Shelby Institute?’ you asked, looking at the sign displayed behind you.

‘Grace Shelby was my wife. Me and my family established the charity following her death’ the man explained.

‘I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked such an intrusive question’ you murmured, but the man assured you that your question wasn’t intrusive at all.

You talked with the handsome stranger for quite some time before, eventually, the dark-haired woman came out of the building, ready to leave.

‘May I see you again Miss YL/N?’ the man then asked shamelessly, causing the woman, known by the name of Polly Grey, roll her eyes.

‘Yes, where?’ you said somewhat nervously. You were surprised when these words left your lips all so eagerly as, until now, you hadn’t built up the courage again to even consider involving yourself with a man.

‘I will find you’ the man said, winking at you as he did, before saying goodbye to you in gypsy tongue.

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[plethora-of-imagines]

Hypnotic anon here. I would like to request hypnosis headcannons for all the master's including

how you're hypnotised,

why you're hypnotised,

what you're hypnotised to do,

If you asked to be hypnotised or if the master does it without asking

your reaction to being hypnotised

and how the master feels about hypnotising you.

If you're not comfortable then that's all good. Have a nice day/night

Honestly the headcannons change based on if you are in an established relationship with the Master or not. Generally if the Master is not in a relation ship with you it all goes somewhat the same way. He needs something done, hypnotizes you, you do it. It's if you are in a relationship that it really gets interesting.

Delgado!Master:

How you're hypnotized- His eyes and voice are what he uses to hypnotize you, he looks deep into your mind and just- takes over

Why you're hypnotized- He's hypnotize you when you ask to help you relax and sleep, but in rare cases when he needs you to listen to him for your own safety he will hypnotize you to keep yourself safe

What you are hypnotized to do- Typically to relax or drift off to sleep when you can't seem to find sleep on your own. In rare cases of danger when he feels the need to get you away he will hypnotize you to ensure your compliance.

Do you ask or does he do it without asking- You normally need to ask him several times before he will hypnotize you, of course, the moment you are in danger and refusing to listen he no longer asks.

Your reaction- You love the closeness of being hypnotized, its so comforting and intimate in an innocent way. Of course when he does it to get you out of danger when you would rather be with him it annoys you, but you do still feel treasured as the connection between your minds gets across his worry for your safety

How the Master feels about it- He adores when you ask to be hypnotized, it reminds him of traditional Time Lord closeness. He also just loves being able to care for you, to take care of you and if his ability to hypnotize you helps then he is overjoyed

Ainley!Master:

How you're hypnotized- While he can use the same method as Delgado!Master he has much more fun using various methods to hypnotize you. Pendants, bracelets, collars, anything that he can have you wear to induce a trance or use to slowly draw you into one is welcome.

Why you're hypnotized- just for fun whenever he wants, occasionally he does it to make sure no one can blame you for “taking part in his plans against your will”

What you are hypnotized to do- It’s normally innocent little things, a lot of the time its to help him test his newest manner of hypnotizing someone. As the body he is in is not his own and technically isn’t a Time Lord body, he can’t hypnotize people as easily. The small disconnect between his mind and his body makes it difficult for him compared to the ease he once had

Do you ask or does he do it without asking- He does it without really asking outright, but his methods for doing so are always clearly an attempt to hypnotize you so while he doesn’t ask he does give you a chance to say no

Your reaction- You love when he hypnotizes you, he’s just a bit possessive of you when he does it- in the best of ways. You also love to be helpful to him with his schemes

How the Master feels about it- He adores how eager you are to let him take control of you, he sometimes is annoyed or upset about the fact that it isn’t as easy for him to hypnotize you anymore. But your willingness to let him try whenever he wants and the fact you’ll obey regardless if it succeeds makes him feel warm inside

Simm!Master:

How you're hypnotized- He just reaches out to your mind and from a distance hypnotizes you. It only works this way because he has a strong connection to your mind already

Why you're hypnotized- For his own entertainment

What you are hypnotized to do- Silly little things, and tasks that you were already doing for him. Occasionally he will literally hypnotize you just to get you to sit in his lap.

Do you ask or does he do it without asking- He doesn't ask

Your reaction- You almost always push him or give him a light smack with whatever he had you bring him. You can see the humor in it but sometimes you get a little bit annoyed.

How the Master feels about it- It amuses him, unfortunately for you your reactions just encourage him

Missy:

How you're hypnotized- Missy the first few times has to go all out to hypnotize you. Eye contact and a convincing voice for several minutes. After the first few times she has built in a trigger that only needs her to call your name and then snap.

Why you're hypnotized- You didn't give her enough affection so she decided to get it anyway

What you are hypnotized to do- Simple things honestly. She loves to make you come give her a kiss, or cuddle with her.

Do you ask or does he do it without asking- Missy doesn't ask, she just does. Sometimes she’ll ask afterwards if “that was alright”

Your reaction- You always laugh when you see whatever cute or cuddly things she has been too embarrassed to ask for and instead has hypnotized you to do. You always play up your reaction in a campy way to whatever she did.

How the Master feels about it- Missy has no shame or remorse about hypnotizing you. She loves your cute reactions and playful pouting when she breaks the hypnosis.

Dhawan!Master:

How you're hypnotized- He’s a traditionalist in some ways, such as how he hypnotizes you. He likes to use eye contact and his voice to draw you in. It helps to ground him in who he is after everything he learned about his people

Why you're hypnotized- It’s mainly playful, whether to make you sleepy, tease you for being so soft for his puppy dog eyes (don’t remind him how soft he is for your kitten eyes), or to make you take better care of yourself its all light hearted.

What you are hypnotized to do- Mainly he uses it as a form of intimacy, minds entangled together. So often he doesn't ask you to do anything other than just enjoy the sensations and closeness.

Do you ask or does he do it without asking- He will often be the one to ask you. Sometimes you ask him when you feel he has been distant lately.

Your reaction- You love the close feeling and the reflection of his adoration for you inside of your own head.

How the Master feels about it- He adores being inside of your head, its incredibly cozy and safe for him there. He loves to just slowly pull all the right strings to make you feel comfortable. Your mind held by his and your body in his arms.