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Miguel O'Hara x Shy/Sweet anomaly F!Reader
Summary: You were pulled into a random dimension, A big buff scary guy taking you to a private interrogation room for "Questioning" 💛
"I don't know anything...I was just baking a cake, that's all I remember..." You fiddled with your fingers, your body curled up into a ball as you sat in a steel chair. It was the least comfortable but you'd have to bare with it.
You weren't lying, The last thing you did in fact remember was 'baking' a cake, setting it down only to be sucked into a void of darkness, Waking up in an unknown place. You shrugged your shoulders, Not knowing what else to say.
The man in an odd suit groaned, rubbing his temples. A sigh catching in your ears as you look up. You were met with a handsome face once he pulled off his mask, His eyes low, It was obvious he was tired just from the way he'd walked.
You realized he was getting closer to you, A gulp caught in your throat as you watch him disappear from your sight, His hands on the thin rail of the chair. You could feel his breath tickling the back of your earlobe, Your heartbeat accelerating in your chest as he leans lower.
"The only way I'm gonna get you back home is if you tell me where that portal is located." His voice was stern, but gentle, Almost drawing the answer out of you immediately. You stopped yourself from peeling, not knowing if he'd hurt your precious dimension for his own gain.
You didn't know him, he didn't know you, Yet you were here for an unknown reason. Sure you were an anomaly, but you never harmed anyone in your life. You just want peace, that's all that ever mattered to you.
You peered behind you, His eyes making you feel every ounce of small.
"I don't know..." You lied, The intense atmosphere became too much for such a well-being, A heavy sigh filling the room again as the man turns the very chair you sat on. You were scared, that was very clear in his eyes.
"Look at me, eyes up here cariño." You obliged, his face inches away from yours. The close proximity stirring something within you, your eyes peered at his lips, then back to his handsome face, Confusion and arousal flowing through you the more you studied him.
You avoided eye-contact, Ignoring the growing pool between your legs that was interfering with your thoughts. His scent lingering on your skin as he places a finger under your chin, A gasp straining from your throat as he lifts you up onto the steel table behind you.
You looked so sweet, so innocent with those beautiful eyes of yours. He couldn't hurt something so fragile, The palm of his hands caressing your clothed skin. You weren't stopping his touches, so why should he?
He got between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the cold furniture, slowly skimming his hand below the thin fabric of your skirt.
Your breathing grew shallow, your body jolting as the tip of his finger flicked your clit with such delicacy. Your panties being pulled aside as he puts pressure on your clitoris with his thumb, earning a whine from you.
"Tell me querida. You can trust me." You hesitated, His middle finger slipping past your soaked folds as you arch your back, Your cries cut short as he places his lips onto yours. You melted into his touch, your hands resting on his chest, trying to pull him closer by tugging on his suit.
You whimpered and shook from the tone of his voice, whining as he continued to drive you towards that heavenly urge with small determined swipes. Your hips languidly rocking, adding a new, delectable sensation to your clit.
"So good for me, such a pretty girl, so fucking beautiful." His praises sent chills up your spine as your whines increased in volume.
You were practically begging, repeating the same 3 phrases over and over again, his dulcet groans harmonizing with your shaky wails. He slowly circled his thumb off your swollen clit, gliding it down your slick seam.
He tilted his head down and smiled sadistically at you, two more of his thick calloused fingers forcing themselves inside of you, twisting and stretching you out. Your nails digging into his forearms as you gasp in surprise.
He hummed lowly, your pussy squelching with each delicious thrust. The speed of his fingers were antagonizingly slow, Your cunt aching for more as his pace doesn't satisfy you. Your hips grinding to find more friction.
His thumb began to press circles into your clit as his fingers curled in and out of your clenching cunt, making you moan into his mouth with each pass of his fingertips that brushed over that sensitive spot inside of you.
The shame coiling in you disappearing when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips once again. You parted them, his fingers continuing to rile you up into a babbling mess of incoherent words.
"Tell me, then I'll grant you what you want baby." The frustration was too much to bare, Tears threatening to swell in your eyes as you contemplated your next move. You wanted to give in, but what would happen to your home?
"I won't hurt your home, I just need to know hermosa." He read you like an open book, Your grip loosening on his suit as you sheepishly tell him.
Your drenched walls contracted around his fingers as his pace fastens, He could feel how badly you needed this, The wet sounds emitted in the silent room becoming louder as he teased your sweet spot with the tip of his fingers.
His teeth nipped at your bottom lip as he praises how much of a good girl you are, Assaulting every single desired spot that resided inside of you. Your arousal dripping onto the table as you cried out for him, not even knowing his name.
His lips were as sweet as honey, His cologne sending you into a daze as he ushers you to cum all over his fingers. You obeyed, The cutest little sounds leaving your throat as you cling tightly onto his shoulder. The warmth between your legs growing as you coat his fingers with your slick.
Your legs tremble as he digs his claws into you, A groan vibrating against your skin as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, Pulling his fingers out and bringing them towards his lips, His tongue lapping up your arousal until his digits were glistening with his own saliva.
His eyebrows furrowed as he takes in your sweet aroma, finally releasing the breath he'd been holding almost the entire time.
"Me estas volviendo loco."
Author note: I RIDE HIM, SUCK HIM, LICK HIM AND FUCK HIM THEN I DUCK HIM. (I'm not sorry.)
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Mike Schmidt: Dating Headcanons
Because this guy hasn't left my brain since seeing the movie a few days ago, and I finally broke down and had to do something about it.
18+ only
Minors DNI
GN!Reader
Sweet (SFW):
❤️ Can be a bit overprotective at times. Given that he still blames himself for his brother's disappearance, though, it's understandable. While he doesn't admit it out loud, he's uncertain he could handle it if something terrible happened to you too.
❤️ Having grown accustomed to being up at night, due to his recent security job, on the nights he's off and is able to find someone to watch Abby, he'll sometimes invite you for an evening drive. His hand remains on your thigh nearly the entire time, occasionally giving it a gentle squeeze, as you two sit in a comfortable silence, just enjoying the soft music on the radio.
❤️ Is actually pretty lenient when it comes to what is chosen for movie night. He's more happy to just have some needed downtime with you. Also, cuddling during the movie is almost always guaranteed. (Please give him some, the poor man needs it.)
❤️ Got a little annoyed with you one time after you borrowed his walkman and forgot to swap back the cassette tape to his nature sounds one. Cue him getting startled one night when he turned it to help him sleep, only to be greeted with whatever pop or rock idol you had been listening to beforehand. Being that it was an honest mistake, he couldn't stay mad at you...but he never lent you his walkman ever again. (On the flipside, though, he did gift you one of your own for your birthday.)
Spicy (NSFW):
🔥 When it comes to sex, he typically lasts one round, just because he's often so tired, but he tries his best to make sure it counts. Even if he's exhausted, he will try to make up for it with lots of kisses and soft words.
🔥 Exception being when he's extremely pent up or needs to release some frustration after a bad night at work. During those times, you can expect at least 2-3 rounds out of him. He starts out with a rather quiet intensity, focused on just getting rid of that mounted tension, but the volume of his groans increases the closer he gets to finishing.
🔥 On the mornings when he ends up waking up earlier and doesn't have to go anywhere, he actually enjoys sleepy lovemaking. During those times he just wants to hold you close (and/or to be inside you, if applicable) even if you two don't move very much.
🔥 Expanding on an earlier headcanon, car sex is absolutely a thing. He likes the privacy it offers, and will often just park at some abandoned spot where it can just be you and him, with no outside interruptions. He's barely put the car in park before you are straddling his lap, furiously making out with him and rubbing yourself up against his hardening cock. Next thing you both know, hours have passed. Uh, he didn't need to be at work that night...right?
#(geez I can't believe I'm writing stuff for this fandom but here we are; what a time to be alive haha)#(I want to watch this movie again to get a better handle on his character nuances)#Mike Schmidt x Reader#Mike Schmidt headcanons#Mike Schmidt smut#Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader#my fandom writing
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Special Treat
Summary: Drew treats (and eats) you right for your special day
Warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), spit kink, daddy kink, dirty talking, rough sex, 18+
A/N: This goes out to @starkeyobx for her birthday. Hope you love it babe xoxo
Drew owned you; mind, body, and soul. He showed off his prized possession, you, in many ways. He had gifted you a necklace with his last name, insisting that you wear it 24/7. He often covered you in hickies, wanting everyone who saw you to know you were off limits. In public he always held your hand or sat close by, not wanting any guys to get the wrong idea. You'd experienced many firsts with Drew: your first serious boyfriend, the first guy you'd ever lived with, first to show you your kinky side.
For your birthday you knew he would pull out all the stops, treating you like a princess and making sure you had the perfect day. You were woken up by intense feelings of pleasure, assuming that you had been dreaming. As soon as your eyes pop open you realize the pleasure was real. Drew is nestled between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man. "Mmm there she is. Happy birthday beautiful. Daddy's gonna make you cum then we can have breakfast." You accept your fate, hands tangling in his hair as his tongue worships your aching clit, massaging it gently. Your moans increase in volume as you get closer to the edge, only making him go harder. When his tongue pushes into your soaking entrance you fall apart, grinding against his face as you ride out your high. "Delicious. It's your birthday but I got to eat the real treat." He winks at you, disappearing to the kitchen to grab the breakfast he made for you. "Now, eat your breakfast. I have a lot planned for us today." "Aw babe, thank you so much. I love you." You give him a quick peck on the lips, diving in to your waffles and bacon while he heads to the shower, calling out "I love you" over his shoulder.
A day filled with shopping where Drew quite literally purchased everything you picked up had drained your energy. "Babe, I'm tired and getting hungry. Can we go home?" He's walking beside you, one hand in yours and the other carrying all of your shopping bags. "Of course sweetheart. Let's head to the car." Luckily traffic is light and you make it back to your shared apartment in no time. After setting down all your bags he turns to you, wrapping you in a tight embrace and peppering your face with kisses while you laugh. "What does the birthday girl want for dinner?" "Well, I'm not actually hungry for food just yet." He smirks down at you, quickly catching on to what you mean as your hands cup his muscular ass. "Oh okay. I know what you need." He picks you up effortlessly, swatting you on the ass as he carries you to the bedroom. You both rip off your clothes in haste, not carrying where they land as your lips crash together. His hands are everywhere, kneading your skin as your nails dig into his back. His tongue teases along your lower lip, asking for entrance which you grant. You find yourself on your back on the bed beneath him, his mouth trailing kisses down your neck.
His hand slides up to pinch your cheeks, forcing your mouth open before he spits into it. "Swallow baby," his voice is husky, only adding to the wetness oozing down your thighs. You swallow his gift, sticking out your tongue to show him you obeyed. "Good girl," he coos, scooting down the bed before his fingers tease your sex. He sticks two of his fingers in his mouth, tasting you and gathering saliva before spreading it over your sensitive skin. "Come on Drew. Fuck me." "Such a slut for me, don't worry. I'll take care of you." He pushes your legs back towards your chest, lining up with your entrance before plowing inside. "Shit," you moan, so full of him and loving the stretch. With your legs over his shoulders he starts to fuck you hard and fast, bruising grip on your hips keeping you in place. "Tell me how good I'm making you feel. Let me hear you." His skin is glistening with sweat, looking like a fantasy come to life as he fills you again and again. "Fuck baby, feels so good. Love it when you fuck me like this."
He unexpectedly pulls out, but before you can complain you're on your hands and knees, Drew pushing back into you full force. His already massive length feels even bigger at this angle, sure he's somehow hitting your stomach. He winds your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling backwards until your back is flush against his chest. "Fuck y/n, squeezing me so hard." His fingers ghost down your stomach, finding your clit and rubbing it in light circles. "Drew, baby. I'm gonna cum," your last words comes out more as a whimper, body tensing before your orgasm washes over you. The fireworks explode through your system, only his strong grip keeping you upright as he fucks you through it. "Shit baby," he moans, cock twitching inside you before you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight as you both come down. "Okay, now I'm actually hungry." He laughs, kissing you sweetly once again. "Want to order pizza?" "Sounds perfect Drew. Thanks for an amazing birthday." "Anything for you doll."
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Just Listen...Okay?
M!Yandere x F!Reader
TW : Breaking and entering, Being Stalked, Watched as you sleep, Non-con Touching, Night terrors, Choking
A/N : Its a short drabble (like 679 words?), but this is going to be my first piece, so i'm interested in feed back & requests to keep this page alive
Sometimes you imagine yourself walking down the street, turning the corner and being taken away without a sound in the dead of night. No one to hear you scream, no one to hear you struggle against your assailant, no one to help you…
That's how most of your nightmares end anyway, waking up drenched in sweat, adrenalin in your veins, and the sudden feeling of being intruded upon.
But tonight was different, soft touches, illegible whisper's, indecipherable dreams, waking up softly. It's new, but not unwelcome compared to the garish and soul shaking night terrors that were being experienced on the regular, like a nightly ritual of sorts. A sweet reprieve from fear just for the night.
As you drew closer to the break of consciousness you could register something.. no someone else next to you, being held in their chest. With them in your bed sharing their warmth. You could feel their warm hands under your night shirt, caressing your back, hearing their serene heartbeat was almost enough to lull you back to sleep…Almost. Feeling your body tense up in their arms they tightened their hold on you, once soft touches turned into rose thorns ready to draw blood if you dared to move in a way that this intruder didn't permit you to.
Soft hushes to your ear made you twist and wriggle away, but their hands were gripping you so harshly that you could only shrink into their oppressive touch. A few minutes passed with them quietly shushing your increasing whimpering, and mellowed attempts to release yourself from their grip.
A hand moved from your back to the top of your head, in an attempt to soothe you. The hushed whispers picked up in volume and then a smooth voice spoke up in the silence.
" Hey, listen to me alright? I've been trying to stop your nightmares or at least make them less intense than they already are. I know this is pretty strange for you, it is for me too. I just wanted to make sure you were sleeping well. I've been seeing you around campus and I was worried. You always seemed worn out, I just wanted to help you, babe. "
They paused for a brief moment like they were contemplating about what they were going to say before speaking and with a flat almost monotone voice they spoke up in the darkness again.
" I want to be your boyfriend and you to be my girlfriend. You don’t have to say yes... right away, but I do want you to think about it. I just don’t want you to make any rushed decisions to be with me. ”
He had started to move his hands up through your shirt and from the top of your head to your throat in the middle of him speaking, he continued on with his flat tone as if he was reciting a speech from memory.
“ And I know this might seem scary, but I promise that I was only trying to help you get to sleep and stay asleep. Just like any good boyfriend would do for his girlfriend. But for now, “ He spoke cautiously, “ I want you to sleep on it okay? “
His hands began to tighten around your throat. Your hands instantly rush up to meet him to attempt to pull them away from suffocating you in your own bed in the dead of night. The sounds of sheets rustling, and short, sharp inhales of air is the only thing that can be heard for the next five minutes. As you feel the blood in your veins start to pump harder to have a last-ditch attempt to get the man's hands from around your neck, black spots start to appear, your breath becomes more forced and labored, you hear him speak up again.
“ It's okay, don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you, just giving you some time to sleep on it. So when you wake up you’ll be able to give me an answer. I'll make sure you have a goodnights rest. Goodnight Babe"
#yandere x reader#male yandere#creepy yandere x reader#sfw yandere#paranoia#paranoid reader#f!reader#m!yandere#m!yandere x f!reader
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SPEAKKING OF BOBA THOTS I FORGOT TO SEND YOU THIS ONE THIS MORNING
(i think it could also work for wolffe but mainly boba)
somnophilia (maaaaybe free use—for wolffe 👀), waking up in the middle of the night/really early morning pinned to boba’s chest, he’s got an arm barred across your chest holding you by the shoulder as he fucks your thighs
he just keeps you in that blurry half awake dream space just making the both of you feel good until one of you gets more desperate and he makes you beg him to fuck you back to sleep 🤭
AHHHHHHHHH ok you have inspired me 🤭 and it’s gonna be boba bc I miss him my daddy
Sunlight just peeking over the horizon hits your face as it paints the indigo night sky with the soft pale pink of dawn. It was already warming up. You could feel the heat on your bare skin, the haze of humidity starting to flood the bedroom from the open balcony archway.
Before you could open your eyes, a dull rocking shifts your body forward like the billowing air tides across the dune sea. A grumble fills your ears as you begin to come to, feeling warmth radiate across your entire backside. You tried to turn over, but felt the restraint of a muscular forearm against your pebbled nipples.
“Don’t move, little one. Got you right where I want you.” Boba huffed softly, the whispered words hot along the shell of your ear. He groaned deeper as he let his other hand pull you by your hipbones impossibly closer to where his hips were lazily snapping to meet yours.
“Hmm…Boba…what…” You drawl softly in your half-asleep daze, reaching down to entwine your fingers with his on your hip. Before you could finish your thought, you felt the hot, weighted length of him press between the plush of your closed thighs. You gasp delightfully, widening your thighs just enough to let him move with an enjoyable amount of friction.
The subtle throb of his morning cock found it’s home slotting itself just below your own entrance, brushing at your clit gently with each thrust. You let out a desperate mewl at the contact and began writhing in rhythm with Boba’s hips.
“Looked so pretty laying there. I can’t help it, princess. Daddy’s gotta have you.” Boba whispered, placing the laziest of long, hot kisses at the spot behind your ear that always made you melt. “Watching the suns paint your silhouette across my sheets as they rise over my city…you’re mine too, aren’t you?”
His thrusts increase in strength without ever changing the pace. The mounting intensity along your drenched slit without the relief of entrance has you boiling in your core as you ache for the stretch of him inside you. In the daze of morning, you were powerless to resist such teasing. You moaned louder now, the whispered sweet nothings across your pillows no longer enough to signify your need for him.
The deep grumble of a satisfied laugh spread across your back as it echoed in his broad chest. “All you have to do is say it. Tell me you’re mine. Beg me to fill you and I’ll make that ache go away.” He instructed, letting his soft kisses turn into sloppy, desperate hickies on the length of your neck. Still the thrusting of his thick cock between your thighs didn’t let up, his hands traveling to knead at your thighs.
“Fuck.” You whimpered, tipping your head back onto his shoulder and crying out as he slid himself between your soaked slit now.
“C’mon, little one,” he mocked, keeping his composure despite your heat threatening to envelope him in seconds. “Use your words. Let me hear that pretty voice so early. Wake up our city.” He laughed darkly as he let the tip of his cock slap against your clit and you lost it.
“Boba. Fuck me. Please. I’m yours, Daddy, all yours. Please.” You begged at full volume, rocking back into his lap and gripping his hands desperately. You were slick and ready and if you waited even a second longer you’d explode.
He groaned loudly, shifting his palm down your upper thigh. “There you go, my Princess. Now you’ve earned it.” He purred, lifting your leg higher and splitting you apart on top of him.
He took you like that into the late hours of morning, letting you fade back into blissful sleep with every climax and waiting to wake you up again each time for another round.
#boba fett smut#boba fett x you#boba fett x reader#boba fett thots#boba fett x reader smut#I’m a boba is a daddy truther#the type of daddy depends on the day#this morning he was soft encouraging loving daddy#daimyo boba fett
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Cowboytober Day 22- Dry humping
Paring: Agent Whiskey x AFAB!Reader
Word counting: 820
Rating: 18+
Warning: Outside sex, dear Jack helping reader with period cramps.
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Your whole day was a bit tough, after all, period cramps were always bothering you, at least on that day they were not that bad, which didn’t prevent you from spending the whole day enjoying your husband’s lap; Jack was always more than happy to take care of you, especially on those occasions.
Being sat on the balcony couch just admiring the ranch field while Jack caressed your back was for sure a better painkiller for your cramps than any medicine, but unfortunately, it couldn’t vanish your discomfort completely.
As happened most of the time, you ended up mounted on his lap with your head resting on his shoulder while Jack left one hand resting on your lower stomach caressing the region softly. Feeling your cramps softening, you settled better on his lap and let out a soft sigh, not only because you were feeling better, but because that slight rub against him felt good. You moved softly once more, sure that Jack wouldn’t notice it, but of course he did.
With a discreet smirk, Jack moved his free hand to your lower back and pulled you closer, making you look at him with a soft smile and your cheeks slightly flushed, betraying that you had been caught.
“I think my hormones got me carried away.” You said cynically while playing with a lock of his hair, making him chuckle.
“C’mon, sugar. You don’t need an excuse for wanting to ride.” He teased and nibbled your chin.
“You’ll regret stirring my dubious behaviors someday.” You laughed quietly and rested your hands on his shoulders, leaning to kiss him.
You sighed as he kept his hand on your lower stomach and started to move your hips, moaning quietly when you found the right angle, not even realizing that you increased your move slightly. Enjoying having you moving on his lap, Jack moved his hand from your lower back to your waist, squeezing it softly, smirking when you had to catch your breath, leaning your head back, not thinking twice before starting to kiss your neck.
The soft tickle of his mustache and his breath against your skin worked well on making you feel your womb reacting, your cramps dissolving into a very good feeling as you kept a steady pace, moaning quietly as you felt the growing volume on his jeans. Appreciating your every reaction, Jack sighed heavily and bit your shoulder, letting go of your waist to grope your butt while intentionally scratching the curve of your neck with his mustache, making you shiver and contort a bit, tightening your hands on his shoulders.
Jack settled better on the couch, shifting his hips to get more comfortable, and it resulted in you choking on your breath with the feeling provided by the angle changing. You passed your arms around his neck, moving your hips slightly faster, your whole body tensing up at the same pace you felt your panties getting wet, what just got more intense when Jack softly pressed his hand on your lower stomach, making you unable to hold back a whimper.
You rested your head on him, keeping the intense pace of your movements even with the little spasms of your hips. Aware of how close to the limit you were, you just let your body press against Jack as you grabbed a lock of his hair, rubbing yourself against him and moaning louder than you intended to, until you couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling your legs trembling softly and your cunt pulsing as you reached your orgasm, making you slow down your move, prolonging that good feeling till you got too oversensitive and melted on his lap, sinking your face on the curve of his neck while you recomposed yourself.
Jack smiled at the vision of you boneless on his lap and kissed the top of your head, maintaining his hand on your lower stomach, caressing the region softly while his other hand sank into your hair, softly rubbing your scalp. After a couple of minutes, you settled better and looked at Jack with a soft expression, leaning forward to kiss his jaw.
“Looks like someone got rid of cramps.” He said with a slight smirk, planting a kiss between your eyebrows.
“I did.” You answered quietly and straightened your body “But I think it’d be good to keep making sure they’ll not come back.” You said biting your bottom lip and moving your hips slightly.
“Gonna blame your hormones for that too?” Jack teased with a smirk, leaning both hands on your stomach.
“Not actually.” You answered while grabbing his face between your hands “I’ll blame my comfortable seat.” You said and looked down for a moment, taking a good look at the volume on his fly, then looking back at his face.
“I see.” He passed his arms around your waist “Then we’ll have to solve that.” He said quietly before kissing you.
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#kinktober#kinktober 2023#agent whiskey#agent whiskey fic#agent whiskey x reader#agent whiskey x you#jack whiskey daniels#jack daniels#Kingsman: the golden circle#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#pedrostories
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The real devastating thing about Hizashi's quirk is actually down to how fast sound travels. The speed of sound is dependent on a lot of different factors, but the main factor is this: Sound travels faster through solids and liquids than it does through air and other gases [which is why it's funny that Horikoshi says Hizashi's Voice quirk can't travel very well through the ground. It sure fucking can if he bothers to direct it there]. Despite this, sound can travel up to 342 metres per second through air, and four times faster than that through a solid like the ground, because solids have closer packed molecules, so when they vibrate, it lets the sound travel quicker since there's more to bounce off of
The only place a sound can't travel is a vacuum, a place with no air at all, such as in space. Hizashi's voice isn't devastating because it can kill you if he ramps it up high enough [yes that's a real thing, soundwaves really can just shut down your fucking organs and turn your brain to sludge], it's devastating because even if you know he's about to scream, unless you cut him off before he gets off any noise, chances are you're not even going to have the time to breathe before he's rocked your fucking shit
On top of this, sound vibrates. Hizashi himself has stated he prefers urban areas to a forest, and while that's partly because of his intense phobia of insects and bugs, it's also because hey guess what! Urban areas mean denser materials, such as metal, which helps sound travel faster, and it also means narrower spaces [such as tunnels and alleyways and small rooms] which increases the reverberations and causes those distinct echoes
So. If you were a villain in a quiet underground tunnel, nobody else around you, and Present Mic was the guy you were up against? You're fucked. Simply and concisely, there's very little you're gonna be able to do with those acoustics bouncing his voice around
And one more thing? His speaker? It exists so he can direct his voice in one specific area [forward], and given that description...well. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a dial there to change both his volume and the direction he wants his voice to go. So if he took it off and then screamed at you? Instant AOE, do not pass go, do not collect 200, you're dead, that voice is surrounding him in a big bubble of sound that you are not going to be penetrating unless you happen to have a quirk mutation that makes you immune to becoming soundwave soup
#bnha#yamada hizashi#meta post#yeah remember how I keep saying I've had thoughts about this guy for years?#now you know some of them#this is just the tip of the iceberg of my [counts fingers] almost 10 years of thinking about this dude#'how do you know so much about sound' black canary brainrot mostly
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{Thank you to @themoocowsaysahhhhhh for this request!}
{Sakura comforting Sasuke after a Nightmare- Blank Period}
Their first month of sharing a bed since embarking on their travels had brought them closer and more comfortable with each other.
During this time, Sakura had noticed that Sasuke would often toss and turn in his sleep, leading her to believe he hadn't been getting a good night's rest due to recurring nightmares.
When she inquired about it, he confided in her that the nightmares were about his family, the pain of losing them all over again, and the fear of losing those dear to him now. As he spoke those words, Sakura could see the longing in his eyes, knowing that she had become one of the most cherished person in his life.
On a particular night when they found shelter in an inn due to bad weather, they shared the same bed. Sasuke's restlessness continued, but tonight Sakura felt an increased sense of worry as he began sobbing along with his tossing and turning. Sitting up in bed, she gently placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered his name, gradually increasing the volume as her concern grew apparent.
Startled, Sasuke woke up with a loud gasp, immediately scanning the room. Then, he looked at Sakura and pulled her into a tight embrace, his breathing heavy and shallow.
"Sasuke," she held him, ensuring he had enough space to breathe, "It's okay, I'm right here."
Her attempts at soothing him were met with an effort to regulate his breathing. Taking his hand, she guided it to her own heart, locking eyes with him as his frantic gaze filled with tears.
"Breathe with me," she instructed, placing his hand over her heart and guiding him to synchronize his breaths. In that intimate moment, he leaned in, resting his forehead against hers.
A tear trickled down his face, but gradually his breathing stabilized. She embraced him once more, allowing him to rest his face on her shoulder while soothingly rubbing his back, repeatedly assuring him, "It's okay... I'm right here..."
In that moment, her touch was the only thing that could have possibly calmed him, and for that, among an endless list of reasons, he was grateful to have her.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She whispered, her hand gently caressing the back of his head.
"This time... it was about you," he spoke softly, almost inaudibly. "I just can't bear the thought of losing you like that....dying in front of me...."
Sakura nuzzled her head against his, murmuring with tenderness as she tightened her hold, "Sasuke... you won't lose me. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."
His grip on her tightened, as if afraid she might slip away. "I know you've proven that time and again, Sakura... But these nightmares... It's hard to shake off the fear of losing you like that... I'm sorry for burdening you with this."
She leaned back slightly, their eyes locked in a gaze that conveyed a depth of understanding. "Your burdens are mine too, Sasuke."
Sasuke sighed, relief and vulnerability evident in his voice. He looked down, "It's difficult to put into words, Sakura. The nightmares... they're like fragments of my past, reminders of what I've lost and... what I never want to lose again. I just never want to lose another precious person in my life." He looked back at her.
Sakura tenderly caressed his cheek, her touch grounding him in the present moment. "I promise to always be here. I just got you back... and I have no intention of losing you anytime soon." She smiled, radiating warmth. "And whenever the nightmares come, I'll be here to hold you, to remind you that you're not alone."
Sasuke's eyes softened, the intensity of his emotions fading as he absorbed Sakura's reassuring words. Her presence brought him solace and security, something he had never experienced before. "Thank you, Sakura..."
"You don't have to thank me, Sasuke. Caring for you and loving you is not a burden; it's the greatest joy of my life." Her smile widened.
As dawn approached, they lay back down, nestled together, seeking solace in each other's arms. Sasuke closed his eyes, knowing that even if the nightmares returned, Sakura would be there, a guiding light to chase away the shadows and bring him back to the warmth of reality.
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Hello!! :3
Just binge read all your Victor Vale works and I'm in love istg. Was wondering if you would wanna do a slightly longer one shot about Victor being really stressed and accidentally lashing out in his sleep and reader calming him down??
Wow, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed them! I wasn't sure how long you wanted it but I hope this is long enough. This is a great plot and I had a ton of fun writing it! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!
Warnings: spoilers for Vicious and Vengeful, angst, fluff, canon typical violence/action/danger, brief mention of torture, Victor gets touchy toward the end.
Word Count: 6k+ words (my longest yet!)
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A Comforting Touch
✯3 Months Ago, After Midnight✯
“Scintillating isn’t it?” you ask the man beside you.
He flips his newspaper down, pale skin and intense eyes glaring at you. “What?” he asks.
“The story,” you answer, pointing to the newspaper. “From a hero to a murderer that fast. As if we couldn’t tell from his stupid smile and stupider mask that he was a psycho.”
“Who are we talking about?”
“Eli Ever, the guy in the story you’re reading. Wait, can you read? Or do you just sit behind a newspaper in a black trench coat to look smarter?” you tease, smiling over your cup.
“How long have you been in Merit?” he asks, changing the subject.
“Long enough to know that he wasn’t what he seemed and disappeared frighteningly soon after you arrived.”
“Frighteningly? Then why are you talking to me?”
“Frightening is not synonymous with uninteresting, my friend.”
His brows draw together as he studies you, a scrutinizing eye traveling up and down your frame and then searching your face.
“You like what you see or is this a Clark Kent x-ray vision thing? Searching my brain for my true intentions, yeah?”
“How much do you know?”
“Let’s just say, Eli Cardale’s research may be a little more widely studied after what he did. I’m sure you know more than anyone since you’re supposed to be dead and he’s rotting in prison for your murder.”
He drops the paper to the table and cocks his head at you. “I’m Victor.”
“And you want me to come with because you’re scared I’ll talk?”
“Something like that.”
✯Present Day✯
“Stop that,” you demand as Victor tosses a dry Sharpie in the trash.
Victor’s hand falters as he reaches for another one, considering listening to you before he uncaps it and continues editing.
“Victor, stop. Seriously,” you repeat, moving closer to him.
When he doesn’t, you reach past him and snatch the marker out of his hand. He turns toward you, his anger leaking out.
“What are you doing?” he snaps.
You point to the television, and his face drops as he reads the breaking news line. Increasing the volume, he avoids looking at you as the reporter speaks.
“The police were praised for their efforts in dismantling the murderous cult operating under the title of ‘EON,’ but that praise is now gone. With the recent discovery of several bodies bearing typical EON torture markings, the government fears that the group, or a new community operating similarly, is acting in our city. More on this story at 6,” the reporter finishes.
Victor clicks the remote, and the screen goes black. He begins pacing, ignorant of your requests to talk to him.
“Victor!” you yell, stepping in front of him.
“Move. This doesn’t concern you.”
“It does now. You going out there? That concerns me. You taking Sydney out there? Also concerns me. So, talk to me,” you respond, stepping toward him.
“You don’t know everything. EON isn’t a threat to you, but it is to us. You’re a liability now,” he seethes.
“Which is my choice,” you argue, still in his face. “Like it or not, I’m here and I’m invested, so get over yourself and talk to me. Let me help.”
“No.”
“Fine. Then I’ll just go. If I’m a liability here, what am I out there? Oh, that’s right, dead.”
Victor’s nostrils flare, nearly unnoticeable. He drops his head toward you.
“You’re brave, but don’t expect me to stay close enough to save you all the time.”
“Oh, I’d never expect that of you.”
You step back and spin on your heel before returning to your room. Sydney passes you in the hallway and can tell by the look in your eye that Victor crossed a line. Which isn’t unusual, she supposes.
“What did you do?” she asks when she sees Victor.
“Nothing.”
“Maybe that’s the problem then.”
Victor agreed to let you tag along because you have a knack for connecting dots that seem unconnected. You know things you shouldn’t and find things too fast. He’s also simultaneously impressed and intimated by your willingness to fight him when he could kill you with a glance. You have no power or protection aside from him, yet you rush into danger with no regard for yourself. Yes, you’re brave but reckless, and when you are not near him, Victor can’t keep you safe.
“EON is back, so she’s not really top of the list right now,” Victor explains, retrieving his stolen marker.
“So? We left Merit and everyone thinks you’re dead. We’re not in danger,” Sydney points out.
“Not right now. But these people aren’t going to give up. Someone knows you’re out there, Mitch is still an escaped convict, record or not, and it’s only a matter of time. We need to find them before they even think to find us.”
“Hurt them first,” Sydney quotes. “But don’t hurt the people closest to you in the process, Vic.”
✯✯✯✯✯
Based on Victor’s calculations, there isn’t much time until EON realizes Sydney is still out there because Eli knew she was. Then, they’ll look for him and eventually figure out that he and his cellmate, Mitch, escaped from prison together before the event in Merit. Several sleepless nights have brought him no closer to finding EON, but now Victor has a new concern. Someone is following them, and he thinks he knows who.
✯✯✯✯✯
“Where was EON before?” you ask.
Mitch answers the question while Victor grumbles something under his breath.
“They didn’t dump bodies, though. So if this new EON or copycats, whatever they are, do dump bodies when they’re done… what makes you sure that it’s EON and not just a serial killer?” you pose.
Mitch tilts his head as he says, “That’s not a bad theory. Without an autopsy report, we can’t know if the torture was the same as EON.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Victor snaps. “EON never tortured EOs exactly the same. Until they found your power, yes, but then it got specific.”
“What about the people who died before they found any powers, or which hopefully didn’t happen, they were wrong, and it was just an ordinary person? Wouldn’t they have identical markings in that case.”
“Or maybe someone reincarnated Jack the Ripper, I get what you’re saying but it’s not helpful,” Victor says.
You nod once at Mitch and round the corner to stand beside him. He has two autopsy reports open, one that has been directly linked to EON and one of the recent victims. Two matching marks are present: a small letter and a number carved into the skin of the victim’s inner wrists. One has an E and 2, the other F and 4.
“Victor?” you ask carefully. “Did Eli have a mark on him before he died? Like a number or word or anything?”
“Why does that matter?” Victor doesn’t look up from his project as he asks. “He’s dead.”
“I know, but if there was a marking or tattoo, anything that could make him stand out,” you trail off.
Victor sighs and curls his right hand into a fist. “I think so. The letter I, but it was lowercase.”
“No number?” you ask.
“Nope.”
“So, I would be…”
“Immortal, invincible?” Mitch suggests.
You nod, and Victor finally looks up.
“What are you saying?” he asks, impatient and irritated.
“EON was marking people with their power and a number,” Mitch answers.
“What’s the number?”
“Well, if Eli didn’t have one, that could mean something,” you point out.
“What are R and E? Those could help us determine what those numbers could mean,” Mitch suggests.
“Show me their files?” you request.
He navigates to all records for ‘E,’ formally known as Riley Garrick. You point to his medical records and then to a hospital report. The file contained a recorded resuscitation after Garrick was electrocuted and died on the table. They used an AED, another electric shock, to get his heart beating normally again.
“Electricity,” you say with Mitch.
“What about F?” you ask.
“Walter Knox,” Mitch reads. “Died and was brought back a few years ago. Death was caused by… freezing. He contracted hypothermia and succumbed before his body temp was brought up and his heart restarted.”
“How was he killed by EON?” you ask.
“Let’s see,” Mitch hums. “He… froze to death.”
“And E, or Garrick?”
“Electrocuted.”
“Then the numbers could be how many times they proved their powers worked before,” you suggest, trailing off again.
“Or how many times they reached the brink and came back, because of their powers, before they didn’t come back,” Victor adds. “It’s not a bad theory. Doesn’t help us find EON though, so congratulations on your waste of time.”
“It wasn’t a waste of time, Vic,” you argue. “Knowing what they’re doing, knowing how they’re doing it, is invaluable.”
“Then where are they?” he asks, looking up at you. “Even just a building type would be more helpful than this. Warehouse? Shipping container? You have no more information than before.”
“Not true. We know that this EON is doing the exact same thing as before. They are experimenting on EOs to find powers and test them to the limit. For all we know, they’re searching for the next Eli and don’t care how many people they kill to get there.”
Victor’s eyes narrow at you before he looks away again.
“You’re welcome,” you say under your breath.
“That’s a lot of information on a couple pictures,” Victor adds. “Makes you wonder how much of it is true and how you figured it out.”
Mitch rolls his eyes, and you shrug before walking out, wondering why Victor is so cranky.
✯✯✯✯✯
“She knows. That’s why she’s right. And you know how she knows? Because she was there, they told her, and now she’s just waiting to lead them to you. You know someone is following you, Vic. Ask yourself when that started, how she got into your life. She’s coming for you.”
Victor wakes up, his skin tingling as pain emits from his body. He turns it off and sits back. It makes sense; you showed up just in time to deal with the return of EON, and you know so much. The dreams are distracting and causing his power to activate involuntarily, so Victor needs to find EON quickly and get the truth from you.
✯✯✯✯✯
Victor is snapping at you, Sydney, and Mitch more than usual. He’s always sarcastic and pushy, but it hasn’t been this bad in the past.
“Victor?” you ask, stepping into his open bedroom door. “Can we talk?”
He looks up, wide-eyed until he gains control of his expression again. “Sure.”
“Are you okay? You seem really stressed and I hear you walking around at night, so I know you aren’t sleeping much. I’m just- I’m worried about you.”
“Why wouldn’t you be?” he mutters under his breath. “I’m fine,” he says to you. “Just having some trouble sleeping but nothing is wrong.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll sleep better after we find EON, right?” you ask with a small smile.
“Yeah.”
You nod and press your lips together before walking out. He’s not convincing, and you know something else is bothering Victor, but don’t know what. If it’s just EON causing problems, why isn’t he listening when you try to help?
Victor watches you leave and counts your steps to the end of the hall before yawning. He can’t hide the tiredness, but as long as you don’t pick up the stress and growing paranoia hiding beneath it, he’ll be okay. Victor Vale refuses to appear weak; he pushes everything under the surface until he has the answers he craves. Maybe the ghost in his dreams will also return to where it belongs.
✯✯✯✯✯
You begin working through the night, desperate to find answers, hoping it will help Victor. There’s a notebook on your nightstand half-full of possible locations for EON. Then you start wondering if they’re operating from one place or moving around to evade the police. Charting all the listed and possible locations on the map, you zoom out to look for a pattern and gasp as you see the last thing you expect. There is a pattern, and it's nearly complete. One more location and countless bodies, and EON will either be finished with their mission or just starting.
Getting out of bed, you walk to Mitch’s room and knock. He opens the door, and you see the light of his laptop behind him.
“We need to talk,” you say, walking in as he steps back.
He closes the door behind you, and you begin sharing everything you’ve learned.
“I don’t know if knowing where they are is enough, though,” you say.
“You want to know who and why?” Mitch guesses.
“It would be helpful. Otherwise, we’re going in blind. But we also don’t know how much time we’ve had. None of the dates match up, there’s different times between each body dump.”
“Did you check it for a pattern?” Mitch asks. “The locations mean something, right? Maybe the times do, too.”
You sit beside him and read dates as he types everything into a spreadsheet. The months don’t mean anything, and there’s no pattern, so you move on to compare the dates but come up empty there.
“Sorry, I thought there might be something here, too,” Mitch apologizes.
“Wait, Mitch, can you get the numbers for the days between the discoveries?” you ask. He presses a few keys, and a new list of numbers appears. “They’re all below 27,” you cheer.
“It’s a code,” Mitch whispers as he enters the number into a new text box.
The numbers disappear, replaced with letters, as a message is revealed.
“That’s… somehow worse than what I was expecting,” you admit.
“Should we tell Vic?” Mitch asks.
“He’s got enough on his plate.”
“You can’t deal with this alone.”
“Who said I was going alone?” you ask as you walk to the door. “Talk tomorrow, Mitch, thanks for the help.”
“How am I supposed to sleep after what I just read? How are you?”
“Drink some chocolate milk, Mitch. You’ll be alright.”
“And you?”
You shrug as you answer, “I ended up sitting beside Victor for a reason. Maybe this is it.”
✯✯✯✯✯
Victor hears your quiet knock against Mitch’s door before you enter, and the door closes again. He tries to eavesdrop but can only catch a few words. Victor hears something about a pattern, numbers, and going somewhere alone. He also hears that you’re not planning to tell him something. More secrets. Victor returns to his room when he hears you return to Mitch’s door. He knew you were hiding something, but you just confirmed it.
✯✯✯✯✯
Mitch makes breakfast the following morning, and you are the last to wake up and join everyone in the kitchen.
“How’d you sleep?” Mitch asks.
“How’d you sleep?” you parrot, smiling knowingly with dark circles under your eyes.
“Any news about EON?” Victor interjects, his dark circles far more pronounced than yours. He looks exhausted, and if he were younger or easier to convince, you’d force him to take a nap.
“Not much,” you answer. “Maybe you were right and I’m looking in the wrong area. There’s tons of circumstantial evidence but the police can’t do anything with that, so I probably can’t either.”
Victor can physically feel the stress coursing through his veins. His cortisol is trying to kick him into fight mode, but he tamps it down, like every other emotion he covers. He feels your eyes on him and glances over to see your furrowed brows and concerned look.
“Are you okay?” you ask quietly.
“Just as good as the last time you asked. If there’s something I want you to know, I’ll tell you,” Victor answers, plenty of bite to back his bark.
You nod. “Sorry. But I’m here when you’re ready.”
Sydney sees his eyes roll, and the muscles in his jaw tick, but you turn away and miss it. She knows, as well as you do, that he’s sleep-deprived and stressed, but he shouldn’t be taking it out on his team - his family. Maybe he could be convinced to save the stress, anger, and everything else he’s feeling to take on EON. You’d have to convince him, she thinks, because you’re the only one with any ability to get through to him. Whatever forges your connection and gives you some semblance of power against or over him seems to have dissipated with his constant jabs and stressed-out remarks.
Hopefully, it’s not too late. EON needs to be taken down, but not at the cost of Sydney’s family and your presence in her life.
✯✯✯✯✯
“Victor, I know you said to leave it alone, but please try to get some sleep. You’re working hard and we appreciate it more than you can know, but it’s killing you,” you plead.
“I’ll turn off the pain, it’ll be fine,” he argues.
“Then could you do it for me?” you ask, laying a hand on his arm. He flinches but doesn’t shy away from your touch, and a tiny glimmer of hope that you have a chance begins to flicker. “I need you to be okay.”
Victor licks his lips and then nods. “I’ll try.”
You close his door behind you and walk to the end of the hall before pulling your door closed. Victor knows every sound in this place, so you need to be careful about how you move and where you go. Sitting on the couch, you pull your notebook and Mitch’s laptop into your lap. The plan is set in place, and you look over it, preparing to leave. You set everything aside gently, then stand to take a few steps toward your room before turning. Listening closely, you don’t hear movement, so Victor must be asleep or trying to sleep.
When you reach the door, you place your hand over the knob before falling to your knees.
The pain you’re experiencing is excruciating. Your body wants to give up and pass out, but you must get to Victor. Something is obviously wrong if he’s using his power on you. Mitch’s pained groan grows loud enough that you can hear it, and Sydney whimpers behind her closed door. Dol barks several times as you turn toward Victor’s room.
Beyond the pain, a force is pushing you away from Victor. As you fight to get near him, it feels like swimming against a strong current. Your concern for Victor begins overpowering your pain and fear, and you move as quickly as possible to reach him. When you open the door, he is tossing and turning, his sheets tangled around him as he breathes heavily. You say his name and place a hand on his shoulder before he opens his eyes, and the pain multiplies tenfold.
✯✯✯✯✯
“You know I’m right.”
“I know you’re a ghost,” Victor argues. “I watched you die, Eli.”
“Yet, Victor, here I am. EON is alive and well. It seems that the Eli Ever legacy lives on. If only to torture you.”
“Didn’t do enough of that at Lockland?”
Eli grabs Victor’s shirt and pushes him against a wall. Victor smiles as Eli’s face contorts in pain.
“She is on my side, and you know it.”
“No, I don’t. She’s been on my side since the beginning.”
“She knows too much, and she keeps secrets, Vic. Explain how that is being on your side.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Then ask. Or do what you’re doing now.”
“What I’m doing now?”
“Listen, Vic,” Eli whispers.
The air around Victor buzzes as Mitch’s groans and Sydney’s cries infiltrate the calm.
“No, no, no,” Victor repeats to himself.
“Keep this up and you’ll kill her. You have a strong connection to her, which means all of those emotions bottled up in here,” Eli says, pressing a finger over Victor’s heart, “are entering her as inescapable and incurable pain. Way to go, Vic. Angie and this one… you’re building quite the record.” He begins to fade as he adds, “And they called me a serial killer.”
Victor has to wake up. He tries everything until he sees your eyes and flinches back.
You fall back onto the floor, curling in against yourself. “Vic,” you whisper, tears breaking past your waterline.
Forcing yourself onto your knees, you kneel beside his bed and take his hand in both of yours.
“You have to calm down, Vic, it’s okay. Everything is okay,” you soothe him, even though it feels like your body is being ripped apart. “Focus on something else. Whatever happened, forget it. Take some deep breaths.”
You watch Victor’s chest rise and fall, but his eyes stay trained on you. Tracing shapes against his hand, you tell him about the walk you took Dol on last week as he breathes deeply.
His shoulders sag, and the pain disappears immediately, with no lasting aches or symptoms. You stand and reach for the water beside his bed, but he grabs your wrist and stops you. Victor leans forward, his forehead against your stomach, just below your sternum.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, breathing deeply as his hands grip your hips. He’s grounding himself, and you’re happy to let him.
“It’s okay, Vic. It’s over,” you reply quietly. “You scared me. I didn’t know what was happening, just that something was wrong with you.”
Victor shakes his head against your stomach, another apology. You hear footsteps in the hall outside and hear Mitch talking to Sydney.
“I- can you check on them?” Victor asks, looking up at you. His grip on you gently increases as he adds, “And come back?”
“Of course.”
You step out, pulling the door closed behind you. Mitch is in Sydney’s room, comforting her. When she sees you, she looks up with teary eyes and an arm wrapped around Dol.
“How are you feeling?” you ask, kneeling in front of her bed and patting Dol before you take Sydney's hand.
“Scared. Is he alright?” Sydney replies.
“He will be,” you promise, nodding as you look over at Mitch.
He nods once and then gestures toward Sydney, telling you he’ll stay with her while you deal with Victor.
“You’ll make it better, right?” Sydney asks. “He listens to you, and you can help him.”
“I’ll do everything I can, Sydney. I promise.”
You stand, and Mitch mouths, ‘Thank you’ as you step back. Nodding at him again, you pat his shoulder before returning to Victor’s room.
“You’ve been lying to me,” he accuses weakly when you step inside.
“Yes,” you admit, approaching him again.
He doesn’t hesitate to lean toward you and place his hands on you again, keeping you close as you explain.
“I didn’t want to stress you out more, or concern you, or, worse, if I was wrong, make you think you have to do it all alone. Because you don’t always seem to understand or appreciate that you aren’t alone anymore. You have Mitch and Sydney, and-“
“You?” Victor interrupts.
“If you still want me, you absolutely have me.”
“I do. So, what did you lie about?”
“I think I found EON. There was a hidden pattern in the locations of their body dumps. Assuming that they operate nearby, it should be easy to use the missing piece of the pattern to find them before they can kill again.”
“Where should the last location be?”
“An abandoned dock at the marina down south,” you answer. “Part of why I didn’t tell you is that I didn’t know when it would happen.”
“And Mitch?” You furrow your brows, and Victor clarifies, “I heard you go into his room. You found something, didn’t you?”
“Yes. The dates of discovery, actually the number of days between them, were a code.”
“What kind of code?”
“It translated to a message. Once we read the message, we decided not to tell you because you were already so stressed.” You chuckle as you add, “I realize now that worked oppositely of intended. I made it worse and I’m sorry, Vic.”
“What did the message say?” Victor asks, silently accepting your apology as his finger dips under the hem of your shirt.
You lean into his touch as you answer, “Are you sure you want to know?”
Victor nods, and you press your lips together before telling him, “It was my name and a DOD.”
“A date of death? Yours?”
“Presumably. But it is tomorrow. So, I was going to go to the marina tonight to see if I could catch them off guard.”
“You were going to go alone?”
“I know it’s dumb and I would’ve gotten killed but I was just thinking about you and how I could help you.”
A small bolt of pain shoots through your side where Victor touches you.
“Sorry,” he says, smoothing his palm over the spot. “I just- your connection is different.”
“Is that why I felt like I was dying while Mitch just groaned a little?” you tease.
“I’m so sorry.”
“No, Vic, it’s alright. Now, though, I need you to get back in the game so we can take these new EON goons down.”
Victor nods, tugging you closer as he stands.
“I trust you,” he whispers. “You take the lead since you found everything else.”
“Thank you.”
Victor releases you to step back before asking, “What was the pattern?”
“Eli’s initials: EE. I guess his legacy is living on.”
“Wait,” Victor blurts. “I’ve been seeing him in my dreams. He said the same thing.”
“You’ve been seeing him? Since when?”
“Since we found out about the new EON. Every time he shows up, he tries to convince me that you’re working with them.”
“That’s why you’ve been so defensive. You didn’t want me close because you thought I was an EON spy,” you realize aloud.
“You did know too much,” Victor argues weakly.
“And you never stop to think, ‘Maybe she’s just that good, and that pretty, and that amazing-'“
Victor cuts you off, asking, “What do we do now, good, pretty, amazing leader?”
“You go show Sydney and Mitch that you’re alright and make sure they are, too, then we make a plan to get everyone in and out of the marina to defeat EON forever.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Victor drawls.
You rush out, smiling at his new attention. He trusts you; he’s proved that before, but knowing that you have a different connection is scary and exciting at the same time. Maybe you'll ask him more about that after tonight if your DOD is changed.
✯✯✯✯✯
With Victor’s full attention on you, not as someone he has to protect, but as an equal, you feel prepared to charge into EON and complete your goal. Sydney and Dol aren’t going, but Mitch is driving, and Victor will be inside with you, even if you can’t see him. The dark circles are still prevalent under Victor’s eyes, but the stress lines have nearly disappeared.
“And what if they find you before you want them to?” Mitch asks.
“I can handle them roughing me up. Either way, they’ll all come out and be in one spot for Victor to do his thing.”
Victor’s hand finds yours under the table, and you trace a few shapes onto it. His shoulders drop slightly, even as he argues, “There will be no roughing up. They might lay a finger on you, but I think I can spread the pain out enough that I can get any hidden EONs, too.”
“We don’t want to hurt any EOs,” you point out.
“I don’t think there will be any. That message was specific,” Mitch says.
Your eyes widen as Victor looks at you.
“What exactly did the message say, Mitch?” Victor asks.
“Her name, today’s date as her DOD, cause of death, and the total body count. That body count was only one higher than currently, so it’s just you, unfortunately.”
“What was the cause of death?” Victor asks you, lacing his fingers through yours.
You don’t answer and shake your head at Mitch to discourage him from answering, too.
“Please,” Victor whispers, moving his hand to your wrist.
“Beaten to death,” you say slowly. “Tortured the way every EO before me was.”
“But you’re not an EO.”
“They don’t know that. So, your presence there should be a surprise.”
“If they know about you, they know I’m with you, though,” Victor says.
“Not if I offer to help.”
“Faux treason,” Victor deduces. “I like it.”
“Then let’s do it,” you say, turning to face Victor. “And maybe you can finally get some sleep and de-stress when we get back.”
“Let’s make that the goal.”
✯✯✯✯✯
“Hello?” you yell as you enter the small building. “I’m looking for EON? I have valuable information about Victor Vale.”
“Well, hello there,” a man says as he steps out from behind a net. “Ain’t you a pretty little thing? Eli would have loved you."
You suppress a shiver and a gag at his comment, opting for a nervous smile. “So, I’m in the right place? I had to go the long way after I left Victor yesterday.”
“Oh, you’re in the right place, sweetness. The man in charge will be glad to hear anything you have to offer.”
“I- sorry, I’m a little nervous,” you say, chuckling as you reluctantly place your hand in his. “What’s your name?”
“We’re all called Ever here. You’ll be the first female Ever, ever. Get it? Anyway, you should be pleased by that. Lord E is very picky in who he chooses to become an Ever.”
You nod, swallowing harshly as the man’s other hand finds your waist. It is a much different feeling than when Victor touches you, but knowing for certain that he’s nearby makes you feel better. A spark of pain occurs under his hand, but only for a breath. He pulls his hand away and furrows his brows at you.
“I think I built up some static electricity, sorry,” you apologize, raising your voice slightly in hopes that Victor will control himself.
“Here we are,” Ever says, flipping a light switch.
The lights go off before men, Evers, carrying candles, enter the room. Two of them lead a man dressed differently to the front of the room, where a large throne is placed. The light comes back on, dimmer than before, and your eyes widen when you see the man.
“Lord E, this woman has information about Victor Vale,” the Ever holding your hand announces.
“She may approach,” the man on the throne, Lord E, calls.
Ever takes a step with you before Lord E adds, “Alone.”
He’s wearing Eli’s clothes, the exact outfit he wore during the bank robbery when he was on the front page of the Merit newspaper. There’s even a few blood stains, all the proof you need that it’s the same outfit or an incredible replica.
“What is your name, girl?” Lord E demands as you reach his throne.
You tell him your name and wait as he looks around.
“And tell me, what do you know of Victor Vale?” he asks. “Come closer,” he demands, extending a scepter to you.
You touch the end with your fingertips and step onto the platform, stopping just before your knees hit his.
“I know a lot. I’ve spent time with Mr. Vale under the impression that I could help him and that I never trusted Eli,” you explain.
Lord E tilts his head up to you, smirking as his eyes travel up and down your body. “Ever,” he calls, “lights.”
The lights go out, and you can no longer see Lord E. You try to stay calm, knowing Victor has control over the situation. When you feel hands on you, however, that calmness evaporates.
“Has he mentioned I’ve been visiting him in his dreams?” Lord E asks, pulling you flush against his body as his hands roam around your waist.
“He did. It scared him, threw him off,” you half lie, trying to lean away from him.
With the lights off, Victor may not have the control he needs to get everyone without getting you to. You don’t care at this point; you only need this guy’s hands off of you.
“Lord E?” you ask. He hums, so you add, “The most important thing I learned about Victor Vale…”
“Go on,” he prods.
You raise your voice so Victor and the Evers can hear you. “Is that Victor Vale will destroy you all.”
Lord E’s hands tighten painfully on your waist as pained screams sound behind you. You step back, twisting out of his grip before you run toward the door. It’s locked, so you stumble through the dark until you find the stairs to the catwalk where Victor should be.
“Find her!” Lord E screams behind you.
“Hey,” Victor whispers before his hands grab your shoulders, “want to get out of here?”
“Yes,” you sigh, taking his offered hand and following him.
You’re blind in the dark, but you don't need to see with Victor leading you. You trust him enough to let him lead the way. He opens a door, and the marina lights illuminate your path to Mitch’s waiting car. You run toward the car, while Victor returns to the building to finish the plan. When he gets in the passenger seat, Mitch begins driving.
“Mission accomplished?” Mitch asks.
“Mission accomplished,” Victor affirms. “EON was taken down by a gas leak, and the coroner should never know they were knocked out by pain before the gas suffocated them.”
In the darkness of the backseat, you rub your hand against your waist, trying to ease the pain caused by Lord E’s grip on you.
“Was it his ghost?” Victor asks quietly.
“I think it might have been. He said he’d been in your dreams.”
“Well, Casper has to find someone new to haunt,” Mitch jokes. “And we’ll be there, too.”
Victor glances over his shoulder at you as your pain disappears. Trusting him was the best decision you’ve ever made, and you’re glad he has decided to trust you, too.
✯✯✯✯✯
Victor offers his hand as he opens your door and keeps your hand in his until you’re back in his room. He sits on the bed and pulls you forward. Gripping the hem of your top, he looks up at you for permission.
Victor has every reason not to like physical touch, and before today, he never initiated any. Especially not with you. In just a few hours, that has changed forever. He realized how calming and comforting your touch is, and now he will never go back.
As he pushes your shirt up to your ribs, Victor’s jaw clenches as he sees the darkening bruises.
“It’s okay,” you say quietly. “Thanks for saving me.”
“You technically saved me, but no problem,” Victor mutters, running his finger over the skin below the bruise. “It feel okay?”
“Yes, you know it does. You don’t have to numb it, I’ll live.”
“I know.”
“Hey, Vic, next time you get stressed or have trouble sleeping, or anything else, you can talk to me. You need to tell me.”
Victor nods, his hands wandering upward to rest against your ribs.
“I know I’m distracting, but could I get a verbal acknowledgement?” you tease, resting your hands on his arms.
“I promise to talk to you,” he says quietly. “And thank you.”
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Victor quickly learns he doesn’t have to talk to you; he can survive off your touch alone. He seeks your comfort every chance he has. He’ll link his pinky with yours when you are beside each other. Occasionally, he’ll hold your jacket between his fingers when he’s behind you. Anything to stay close and grounded. Victor’s connection with you extends to his power because, as he explains, your presence in his mind is different, and you evoke unique emotions in him. As long as you are near, Victor doesn’t need to be stressed; he only needs to be with you.
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“I lost our baby.” for Steter 🦊🐺
(You get a double drabble--exactly 200 words--today because I was not in the mood to try to cut this down. LOL.)
Normally, Peter ignores the curses that periodically float out of Stiles’ office. He rarely curses over actual research; roadblocks only make him focus more intensely. Swearing means that he’s playing a game, and Peter is hardly in a position to help with that.
But the cursing has been steadily increasing in both volume and tension for an hour now, so Peter finally gets up heads into Stiles’ office. Sure enough, Stiles is bent over the computer. “What’s going on?”
Stiles barely glances at him. “I lost our baby.”
Peter blinks and takes a closer look. Stiles is playing The Sims, and he’s created digital versions of both of them. “Miscarriage is an option in this game?”
“Yeah,” Stiles says absently, “but that’s not what happened. I mean I literally lost the baby somewhere. I put her down and she’s tiny and I can’t find her in this giant house you insisted on having!”
Peter hesitates. On the one hand, Stiles is frustrated and he wants to help. On the other hand, Stiles is already talking like they are their characters. Peter can just see the argument coming if Stiles decided his character’s actions were somehow his fault.
Quietly, he retreats.
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An Icy Possession
“Come on… kitty!”
Bai-he jumped, her voice echoing throughout alley they were in, her fingertips just barely grazing Mu. The cursed cat simply gave her a mocking look however, closing his brown eyes as he continued to lay on the metal pipe he was on. Not at all bothering to move even an inch for her.
The 12-year-old huffed, her eye twitching in irritation as she once again tried to grab him, jumping and standing on her tiptoes.
“You're not making this any easier for me buddy.” She spoke with a hint of desperation; her mother will start to worry if she doesn’t make it home soon.
The ginger feline did move this time just not how she wanted him to. With a long stretch Mu jumped on another piece of pipe that was a foot higher than the last one, almost meeting the wall that alley ended in.
“Really?!” Bai-he yelled in outrage, staring at her precious pet in utter betrayal before slumping her back in defeat with a discontent sigh. The sunlight now disappearing behind the large wall, at this rate she’ll never make it home.
The faint feeling of being watched made the black-haired girl lift her head towards the only exit of the alleyway. Faded whispering coming closer captured her attention, confusion flicking on her face as she saw no one other than her and Mu in the long dark alley.
The freezing chill walking down her spine told her otherwise however.
She swallowed down the lump in her throat as she frantically looked around, spotting a dark blue mist entering the small tight area she was in. The whispers becoming louder as the blue mist creeped closer, a dark chill that seemed to silence any and all noise radiated from the mist giving Bai-he a sense of utter dread.
Mu hissed as apprehensive fear clawed its way into Bai-he’s heart, slowly taking a step back as the mist inched closer to her. The Whispers practically invading her head while her body shook, her black eyes darting around her to see if there was anywhere, she could escape to.
There wasn’t.
Mu’s back arched as his angry hissing increased a volume; quickly turning tail and ran as fast as he could, climbing the buildings before them. Abandoning Bai-he to the strange glowing mist.
‘Traitor’ she thought bitterly as her back hit the wall, fear increasing tenfold as she had nowhere else to go now. The sound of her heartbeat rang in her ears, hands shaking as she brought them to her chest. Clasping them together as she timidly called out. “He-hello?”
Then silence…
Confusion once again filtered through her, the whispers vanished and mist halted in its path leaving nothing but the sound of her shaky breaths. Bai-he waited still as a statue for a moment or two before relaxing, releasing a sigh of relief. Good, it as just a fals-
The mist lunged forward, hitting her straight in the chest leaving her no time to react as intense pain blossomed where it hit her.
'Fire! I’m on fire!’
Overwhelming heat spread across her body, whiplashing her at its suddenness and speed.
‘Help!’
Blood and bile rushed in her throat, leaving her incapable of screaming for aid.
'Somebody please!’
Her vision started to blur, something cold and freezing beginning to replace the heat making her knees buckle under her.
‘Help me!’
And then everything went black.
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Side eyes the calendar, noticing it's only a few weeks away until it's October. Quickly thinks of a oneshot she can do, glances at Bai-he with an apologetic smile and mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I'm sorry my dear child, your suffering with only be temporary though"
I am slowly getting back into the groove of writing! MAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I decided to make a one shot of when Bai-he was possessed by LBD, i just make do some drapples of her time as LBD's host when i get the time but no promises.
Anyway! Hope you enjoyed this, as always feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and helpful.
#lego monkey kid#mk lego monkie kid#lmk#short story#one shot#story#fiction#angst#horror#lmk bai he#possession#lady bone demon#character insight#hurt/no comfort#Legit made this an hour ago#bai he#It's getting to be October so i decided to make a chilling one shot
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Part 20
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Ned wrapped his arm around y/n and nodded at the three Spider-Mans. “Cure that ass,” he agreed. Ned’s wide smile sealed the deal and soon everyone parted for their assigned starting points.
Y/n lowered the volume on the computer speaker that was connected to everyone’s mics. But, she kept it high enough that she and her friends could still hear the conversation of all three Peters in the background. Y/n was glad that the three Peters were able to bond a little bit more before the villains, hopefully that would make a positive difference in their upcoming fight. But, she wanted to give them a bit of privacy while also being able to hear when the fight against the villains from the multiverse truly started again.
Ned, MJ, and Y/n were anxiously awaiting both the start of the battle and their signal from their Peter, Peter 1, to start their part. It was visible from the expressions on each of their faces that they were tense and anticipatorily on edge. However, while Ned and MJ had experienced staying behind this behind-the-scenes role before; y/n hadn’t. Therefore, that combined with it being her boyfriend who was out there preparing to fight a bunch of cursed villains, certainly resulted in y/n being the most anxious of the bunch.
“Hey,” MJ spoke softly. She tapped y/n’s hand that was resting on the countertop. “It’ll be fine,” she said with a tiny smile.
Y/n forced a smile and nodded at her friend. “Ye-yeah, no, for sure,” she replied with faux confidence.
Ned seemed to pick up on the insincerity behind y/n’s agreement. He sighed and set his hand over both MJ’s and Y/n’s. “It will be,” Ned told her. “Besides,” he laughed lightly, “we all know if something bad starts to happen that you’ll leave and use your badass magic to fix it”.
Y/n swallowed thickly. She appreciated her friends’ efforts to calm her worry. But, she also immediately felt the pressure of Ned’s last remark. Y/n nodded and quietly thanked her friends before slightly increasing the volume on the computer’s speaker.
The group tuned back into the conversation between their Peter and the other two Peters. Peter 3 thanked one, or maybe both?, of the other Peters for something, making Ned and MJ relax a bit in their seats. While y/n was still on edge, the other two were pleased nothing had started yet and that everyone was getting along.
However, MJ and Ned both sat up straighter upon hearing Peter 1’s, their Peter’s, alert.
“Alright guys, focus up,” Peter 1 ordered the other two Peters. His senses tingled and he lifted his gaze to the sky. “Can you feel that?” he asked.
Peter 2 vaguely acknowledged he’d seen the same thing Peter 1 had.
Before y/n’s mind could wander too much, she heard Electro’s voice cut through the speaker.
“What's up, Peter?” Electro greeted smugly.
Y/n felt her body tense. She knew there was nothing she could do from here, but that made it worse. Y/n closed her eyes to focus on the auditory aspects of the impending scene. She unconsciously bounced her leg nervously as she waited for something other than the Peters and Electro bickering to happen.
“All right, y/n, heads up!” Peter 1 shouted as he faced the portal Ned had waiting for him. He spared a brief moment of eye contact with y/n as he tossed her the Machina de Kadavus. Peter 1 noticed the longing in him to have her beside him during such an intense fight. But, he had made a decision and he couldn’t be selfish, he needed to keep her safe.
“Got it!” Y/n exclaimed, catching the relic with ease. She gave her Peter an encouraging nod.
MJ ordered Ned to close the portal as Peter 1 rushed off to help the other Peters.
Only, Ned’s first attempt to do so failed. As did his second. Ned heard y/n softly mumble, “uh... Ned, it’s not closing”. He sighed, “yeah, I know”.
MJ moved closer to examine the portal with curiosity. “Why isn't it closing?” she asked.
Ned groaned. “I don’t know…” he confessed, “I…”.
“Did you close it before?” Y/n asked politely. She knew how learning mystical abilities took time so she didn’t want to come off as harsh or judging. But also, now wasn’t the time for this to be failing. When y/n heard Ned offer a weak “no?”, she froze. “What?!”
“No?” Ned repeated, still struggling to close the portal. “No,” he admitted more affirmatively this time. “I mean, I have opened some.”
Y/n shot a look at MJ in disbelief. They’d told Peter (1) and y/n that Ned was able to do this. Yet, he’d never done it before? Y/n had to take a deep breath to keep herself from getting deeply frustrated with her friends. She reminded herself they were still new to all of this.
As y/n tried to encourage Ned, hoping maybe it was just him doubting himself that was causing the problem, she heard Peter 2 call out through the coms system. She had known that while she and her friends were working on the portal that the Peters had started fighting the villains. But, due to their own issues, that’s all she knew.
“Guys, comm check! Hello?” Peter 2 called out.
Y/n wasn’t certain why Peter 2 was questioning if the communications were working properly. But, she momentarily stepped away from Ned and MJ to check. Their half of the team only had one microphone between the three of them, the one on Ned’s laptop. So, once y/n ensured the others should still be working, she pressed the microphone button on the laptop.
“You’re good Peter 2!” Y/n answered. She heard some tiny spark-like sounds coming from where Ned was and turned her head in that direction. Y/n listened as Peter 3 asked her Peter Peter 1 for Max’s cure, but her eyes remained focused on Ned’s latest attempt to close the portal. “Ned, anything?” she asked breathily as the portal remained open.
“Y/n? What’s going on?” Peter 1 asked as he swung through the metal structure to toss Peter 3 the requested cure.
Y/n cursed as she looked down to see that she hadn’t turned the laptop’s microphone back off. Before she could determine a good response, Peter 2 asked her Peter Peter 1 for the lizard’s cure. She sighed lightly, turning off the microphone. Y/n mentally thanked Peter 2 for the distraction.
Except, the added task from Peter 2 wasn’t enough to keep Peter 1 from checking on y/n and his friends. “Y/n!” He called out again as he launched himself to a different metal post. “Are you guys okay?” He asked.
“Y-yeah,” y/n said as she hit the microphone button again, wincing at her weak tone. She pleaded with her eyes for Ned to fix the problem. Y/n knew her Peter would see through her tone, but she couldn’t lie to him either. When Ned frowned as another attempt failed, y/n bit her bottom lip. “No ones hurt, or in danger,” yet, she thought to herself.
It seemed to be enough of an assurance for Peter 1. He responded with a breathy, “okay” before starting on another task.
Y/n faintly heard her Peter whisper a “woah” as what sounded like a whoosh of sand started. She huffed to herself after shutting off their microphone. Y/n hated not being able to be there and see what was happening. She constantly wanted to ask what was happening, to at least try and visualize the battle, but she knew that would only be a distraction for the Peters. Besides, y/n agreed to help Ned and MJ, so she needed to focus on that for now.
Y/n bounced lightly with nerves. Her bottom lip was inflamed by now due to all the pressure from biting it. She didn’t know what to do, but the portal needed to close. It wasn’t safe to try and manipulate it with her own abilities/energy given that the portal was mostly generated by Strange’s energy.
MJ and Y/n shared a panicked look when the lizard crashed onto the platform where their open portal was. Both girls silently snapped their heads towards Ned as the lizard noticed them.
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I’ve gotten a weird push of inspiration based on my previous post about the Encanto pets that I decided to write a short thing about Mirabel’s hamster.
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Antonio perks up at the sound of a knock on his bedroom door. He gets up and rushes over to open it. As he opens the door Mirabel gives him a small smile, her eyes fill with worry. Antonio returns the smile.
“Hola Mira! What’s wrong?” He questions with a tilt to his head. He moves out of the way, allowing Mirabel to walk into his room. She walks in quickly and he shuts the door behind her.
“Hey Tonito, can I ask you for a favor?” Mirabel asks tentatively. Her smiles leave and her expression becomes a slight pout. Antonio walks over and grabs her hand, his own face scrunching up in worry.
“Sure, what’s wrong?”
“Sir Wobbles has been acting really strange lately, can you talk to him to see what is wrong? I’m worried.” Her voice wavers as she blinks away her worried tears. Antonio pats her hand gently and nods. He quickly leads her out of the room and toward hers. When they enter, Antonio’s eyes land onto the cage holding the hamster of the the current topic. Mirabel sits down on her bed and bites her lip anxiously. Antonio walks over and puts his face close to the cage. Sir Wobbles stares up at him.
“Hi Sir Wobbles, Mirabel says you’ve been acting strange? Are you okay?” Antonio asks cheerfully. The hamster stares with an intensity that the five-year-old wasn’t expecting. Sir Wobbles walks closer to the side of the cage Antonio is on.
“Child, my manners the last few weeks have been out of necessity.” The hamster squeaks at him. His tiny paws grab the bars of the cage. “I long to escape this plighted world, but each of my endeavors have been foiled by the cruel omnipotent Goddess you proclaim as Mirabel.” Antonio’s mouth falls open slightly and he slowly looks at Mirabel. She frowns and her brow furrows in worry.
“What did he say?!”
“Nothing! He is still telling me stuff!” Antonio deflects, he turns back to the hamster with a fake smile on his face. “Wobbles what do you mean by that?”
“Child you understand the meaning of my words, don’t for a second think otherwise.” Sir Wobbles snaps at him. “I have heard tales of my predecessors and their downfalls. I shall not meet my end the same way. Mr. Chubs eaten by a snake, Lola perished because she gorged herself due to our master’s over feeding, and Sir Wobbles the first went missing and never returned.” The hamster turns his back and walks further into the cage. “I choose to leave this mortal coil by my own hand, rather than fall victim to the angel of death herself.”
“Antonio? Did he tell you what is wrong?” Mirabel asks, making Antonio jump slightly. He whips around with a nervous smile on his face. He gulps at her very worried expression.
“He... he said that he feels...” Antonio’s mind races as he fidgets with his hands. “He said that he feels alone and that he wishes you would spend more time with him and never take your eyes off him!” Antonio lies, shutting his eyes and wincing.
“Child! You lie! Tell her the truth! The grim reaper needs to bare witness to her actions! None of my kind shall ever fall by her hand! I-”
“He says he loves you and just wants to spend more time cuddling with you!” Antonio increases the volume of his voice to drown out the squeaking of the hamster. Mirabel smiles and her eyes fill with tears of relief.
“Really?” Mirabel asks, Antonio reluctantly nods his head. Mirabel sighs and hugs her primo. “Thank you so much Tonito!” She lets go and walks over to the cage. “Sorry I’ve been really busy little guy, I’ll never let you out of my sight ever again!” She opens the cage and gently picks up the flailing hamster.
“Unhand me you heathen! Child! You must help me! Tell her to set me free or end my eternal suffering! Tell her! TELL HER NOW!”
Antonio quickly walks out of the room and shuts the door behind him. He rushes to his room and locks the door. That was enough for today. Maybe Mirabel should get another pet. The hamster has some problems.
#suddendrabbles#Mirabel tries but Hamsters never die naturally#Antonio is scarred for life now#Sir Wobbles never left Mirabel's sight#She even brings him to the dinner table#The hamster glares at Antonio the entire time
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what if. i just give this to you now and it's not even a starter it's just background information but i needed it all written. and then i will write a starter later. but here is all of the this that i have so far @hvndredstories
DO DOO DOO DOO DO Do. Do do do do do do. Do Doo DOO Doo DOO do. Do do do do do do.
DOOOOOO do DOOOOOO do DOOOOOOOO do DOO do doodoodoo DOOOOO do DOOOOOO -
He did not know where the song was coming from. Okay, for a song choice. He stopped, sloped across the TARDIS's dashboard - quick hop to PLItoon (capitals were important - started a war over the way their planet's name was written. PLItoon and don't you forget it) - listening to the song echo through the TARDIS's console room, reverberating. Ominous. Haunting, really. You could say. No?
Fine.
The music continued:
When there's something straaaange. In your neighbourhood.
His eyes tracked to the side, still frozen there at the dash, trying to place where Ghostbusters had started about his most-powerful-ship-in-the-universe, and then - it stopped.
"... Huh," the Doctor said, slowly.
It started again a moment later, at the same point of the loop, and he left the time rotor where it was to approach the coat he had hanging in the fork of coral by the door, drawn by the way the volume seemed to increase the closer he got. Definitely in his coat, then. Problem was he had bottomless pockets. But if he'd had a... small... musical... ghost-bustery something he'd've put it with the sonic, so he reached into the pocket with the blind trust his coat would know what he was reaching for, and --
The little flip-phone tipped out into the palm of his hand. He flipped it open, frowning intensely at the screen, brows furrowed and lips pursed over the still-weird shape of his teeth.
INCOMING CALL FROM: UNKNOWN, it said on its tiny rectangular screen, dim in the glare of the TARDIS's glow. The Doctor knew this phone. He'd used this phone before. Yeah, that bus to a planet in the middle of nowhere, spatial portal, called Geronimo's pizza once? (Make a good pizza, Geronimo's.)
This was maybe his regular phone, as 'regular' as it got. Most people who wanted to call him called the TARDIS. Direct line, hard to get lost, sort of just - put them in touch with the right version of him whenever they called, in around the right timeline. He had not, that he remembered, programmed in Ghostbusters as a ringtone for ANYONE, but the phone was still ringing and he pulled a face (well, fair enough, what was he going to do? Leave it ringing?), hit the green little receiver icon, and held it to his ear.
The TARDIS fell obligingly about as quiet as the TARDIS ever was, as the Doctor was on the phone.
"Hello?" he asked the empty line.
A crackle of static. Then: "Doctor? Am I speaking with the Doctor? From the TARDIS?" There was an edge of excited, frazzled nervous energy to this man's voice. Whoever he was, he was thrilled to have reached a diallable phone number that could get to the Doctor.
A long beat. The Doctor did not place his voice, at first. "... Yeah," he allowed, wary, "that's me." If this was another starsail salesman, the Doctor was going to hang up.
"AH!" The excited gasp had the Doctor's brows draw together, a little quizzical (oh - alright), imagining the way this man must have been turning into the receiver, like he might get physically closer by looking in the phone's direction, "It worked! It's worked! Ha ha ha haaaaaa! It's me, Doctor, it's Malcolm!"
Malcolm. Mal-colm. "Malcolllmmm..."
"From UNIT, sir!"
UNIT didn't have his number. Imagine UNIT having a direct line to the Doctor, not just the TARDIS but his own, personal mobile number, imagine that, they didn't have that. If he needed to call them he would call them. From a private number, hide the ID. But if there was - he thought, suddenly, brilliantly, with a smile that overtook him very rapidly - a single person in UNIT who could fiddle with alien technology and the secrecy of the sonic and arrive at a phone number he could give-it-a-go dialling, whom the TARDIS would have let through even though the Doctor hadn't even approved his phone --
"Ohhhhh, Malcolm Taylor!" Oh, he was impressed!
"It's me, sir!"
Oh, he shifted the phone straight to his mouth, held it there like a dictaphone, "Oh, don't you call me 'sir'." Too much affection welled up inside of him for a 'sir' and he didn't get called 'sir' anyway, oh, Dr Malcolm Taylor! "Malcolm, how did you get this number?" Not that he doubted in the least that Malcolm had found it for himself, but that the Doctor wanted to be impressed by the method, he was sure it was an impressive one.
"I won't josh you, Doctor, it's been a bit of a hassle, but I got through. Is this - this is - you're my Doctor, aren't you? You're not regenerated? I wouldn't mind someone regenerated, but I feel like we - he and I - we had an understanding, you know, it was --"
"It's me," the Doctor did not quite laugh, putting him out of his misery (oh, Malcolm), "you reached me. Hallo, Malcolm."
Malcolm did not need re-prompting to share his clever work-around, "I knew you'd contacted us once before," he said, "so the existing technology for spatiotemporal communication was in the technology that reached us. We scan all sorts of communication--" (the Doctor was sure they did), "we had some of the data, it was a matter of dissecting the building blocks and reconstructing your number from a number of guesses based on proximal telephone data information from the site of the routed telephone call. Once I had that I could construct--"
"You could construct a request to the TARDIS to transmit the call as a bootleg from the same tower and hope I was in range to receive it," oh, come on. Oh, "Dr Taylor, you are brilliant."
"Thank you, sir." He knew it. Listen to him.
"But why go to all that trouble, why not just call the TARDIS?" they had his number, a direct line. "UNIT has that number, don't they?"
"We do, Doctor," Malcolm confirmed, a change in his voice that had the Doctor standing a little straighter (paying attention), "but I thought -- well, I thought it might be best to do it more quietly."
"Quietly?"
"I'm not sure I'm supposed to be talking to you."
"Why wouldn't you be?"
"Well..." a beat as he hummed and hawed about how to phrase it, wriggling back and forth in his seat in a weighing-it-up sort of way (the Doctor could just picture him), "I was explicitly told not to. But I think it's important." So he'd figured out a way to do it anyway. Figured out a way to do it under the radar, trusting the Doctor would be close enough - eventually - to take the call, that the technology could work the way he wanted it to work. "The things they're doing, Doctor - they don't seem right. I think you could help."
Silence, for a bit, while the Doctor waited, paying close attention, ready to hear what Malcolm had to say. When the silence stretched on too far: "Well, what are they doing?"
A frustrated little huff, "I was hoping you'd come to talk about it in person," he said, "I don't really want to say it over the phone, I don't know what they're monitoring, some of the words are keywords." They might trip something.
"Malcolm," the Doctor said, "'I don't want to talk about it over the phone, come and see me in person' is what people say before they get disappeared."
Quiet, on the other end of the line. The Doctor had scared him. He hadn't been meaning to, really, just sort of needling, but he'd - well. Anyway.
Malcolm was scared the Doctor was right. UNIT was up to something they did not want reaching outside their little private circle, something they'd disappear people over. That said something, as much as Malcolm not saying anything said.
"Well you should probably see me before that, then," Malcolm said, forcing bravado into a nervous, edgy laugh. "Good job you've got a time machine."
All power to Malcolm's ability to work out complicated science through a number of tight little loopholes he'd writhed his way through, but the screens the Doctor was looking at seemed like something of a mess. Displays of a nest of messy blue lines and code sat in the heart of the screen, green creeping out from the heart of it like cobwebs, fracturing and repairing, different intensities, some greens faded so much he could barely see them anymore. Something - and the Doctor was not sure what - was constantly dumping code, a running program which Malcolm must have used to override some program he could not get around, so instead of opening the door he was forcing it far enough open just to get a peek, the constant-dumping his way of keeping that sliver of space open.
This was Malcolm's mess, it was not the Doctor's, and - well. It was a mess. "So what am I looking at?"
They were in Malcolm's tiny, cramped little bedroom, of all places. He'd been doing this research here, not at UNIT, which said to the Doctor that there were many many reasons that this needed to be top-secret, and many many reasons that Malcolm had called him directly.
Malcolm watched him closely, eyes flicking between the screen and the Doctor, and then he said, "I was hoping you could tell me."
Really? "Not even a guess?"
Malcolm licked his lips, a nervous tell. He would not normally have been confident enough to even voice this, he would have waited for the Doctor to tell him, but -- "Well..." yes, he had a guess. He pushed away on the wheelie chair, going to tug out the bottom drawer at his desk, and then the false-bottom (the Doctor's eyebrows drew together, at this extra degree of secrecy), to produce a folder, "it's quite top-secret, I'm afraid I'm not meant to know about it. But I overheard some men talking." Gossipers were the source of more than a few top-secret leaks. "A couple of months ago I was asked to look at a sort of - time technology. Fascinating stuff. Nothing like the TARDIS. They wanted to know if I could make it work, it was sort of like - a bracelet, but chunky, with a screen."
"A vortex manipulator."
That was really cool, Malcolm's face flashed with the knowledge of the name of it alone, for a second, but then he bent forward -- "Alright. But I told them, you know, I said, I couldn't get it working. They wanted it to expand outside the wearer, I couldn't even get it running."
The Doctor's eyes returned to the screen, but he held his hand out for the clean folder that Malcolm had drawn from his desk, free hand digging around in his breastpocket for the black-framed glasses: "You think they kept up on it."
"Maybe." Breathless. He wasn't done yet. "I wanted to look at it again, but when I accessed my report, everything I'd written about it at all was classified. Top Secret. I don't have the clearance to read my own notes."
The Doctor flipped open the folder, looking at the lines and lines of blacked-out data, information that Malcolm had uncovered in his experiments with the manipulator. It wasn't the descriptive data, that had been left intact, the information about what Malcolm had been able to shake out about it (if he'd been able to shake anything out, at all) had been removed. He took one piece of paper and held it up to the light, but the black ink used to redact the papers was heavy black, and did not fade with the light.
"That..." he said, to the paper, "is weird." Lowered it a little, to look at the diagrams Malcolm had drawn up again, and now he half-gestured, half-reached for the computer's controls, may he? (Malcolm nodded vigorously, yes, please.)
"So I started investigating," Malcolm said --
"Malcolm Taylor, I love you," the Doctor scrolled through the dumping code, reading the snatches of it he could glimpse as it sped by, thousands of files at once.
"That's very kind of you, Doctor, the feeling's mutual." (The Doctor flashed Malcolm a quick grin, but did not interrupt.) "But I started investigating. Now, I can't - pin down exactly what they're doing, but I think they're using that same technology. The interruptions in the material -- the 'vortex' -- that I suspect that this machine creates have been echoing around a particular location for weeks. Or a person. I don't know." Echoing around something. "But it's not sufficient for travel. I could never get it to travel. I don't know what they're doing."
"What's this green path?" the one that moved from the centre, various patterns, various ventures?
"Well that's just it, Doctor," Malcolm wheeled himself forward, to point, "no matter which way I look at it, the vortex disturbances remain the same. There's an underlying pattern, it hasn't changed in all the time I've monitored it. Except Mr Green."
"Mr Green?"
"Something's moving in there, it's not the same as the vortex. It's in it, but it's separate. I call it Mr Green. That's its path, the last 20 patterns. The more recent ones are brighter."
That was weird. The Doctor glanced at Malcolm - the thing he was describing was so ... it couldn't be - and fished around for the sonic screwdriver, now, to buzz at the screen, play out the way Mr Green moved through the limited tangle of blue lines, the limited area that Malcolm had identified under the vortex manipulation.
Malcolm had asked him here because he thought that UNIT was doing something they really oughtn't be doing.
The Doctor, with something of a sick feeling right at the bottom of his chest, below the hearts, really probably agreed.
"What resets it?"
"What?"
"The -- pattern, it goes in a pattern, where does the pattern end?"
Malcolm hesitated.
"Malcolm, the thing you're talking about, the system you're describing, that's a time loop. Events happening over and over again to whatever or whoever's around Mr Green. Best case it's a blip, worst case your employer has set up a torture machine. What resets the loop?"
Malcolm paled considerably. But he did not argue.
This had, evidently, been Malcolm's own guess, as well.
"I don't know," Dr Taylor said, quietly. "Mr Green stops moving," he nodded to the screen, the dead ends that Mr Green had reached, "and then - he starts in the middle again."
They stared at each other.
"Well," said the Doctor. His eyes went back to Mr Green. "Maybe we can ask."
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Park! Park! Park??. So many questions running through my head. My blood rushes making me feel the heat on my cheeks. I'm so clueless, all these aren't making any sense. Reality kicks me often, why am I letting this ruin my peace? I understand that something isn't right with whatever is happening. Some sound ridiculous and certain others seem foolish. My headaches together with my body, these two days I noticed I'm having horrible aches around my neck shoulders, and waist. I feel uncomfortable added with delassation. I'm looking for my couch or bed to rest in. I had to pause my routines or to-do adding to all this I invited new issues to settle down in my mind.
'I need to meet him for answers' I said loud talking to myself. My mind voice is slowly creeping me out, warning me. He can be dangerous or it's possible to be some kinda trap. My heart says the opposite, There are verbal communications between my head and heart about right and wrongs causing stress to my body. I can't ignore the fact that curiosity is building in me to know who this person is. Either he is someone close to my circle and that's the reason he knows my name and routine. Why am I not recognizing him? Is he a stalker? Again doubts and questions? The lifestyle of a loner will be similar and many can relate to my living style. This very minute I miss my mom and friends. I checked my phone and Wifi connections, the signals are still not available. I really need someone to talk to and get this willingly invited mess out of my head. Who is available other than myself? I'm tired of fussing, Roxette's "LISTEN TO YOUR HEART" was on the air, I increased the volume and began singing along. Once it ended I felt it was a message from the universe, I choose to follow my heart! I'll meet him and get answers to all that is running through my mind. Final!
I rested myself on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling.
'B' tomorrow is our bronze year (8th) anniversary. What do you plan to do baby? uhmmm... I paused, "I'll bake our most addicted butter cake and make lunch for us, what do you think?" 'That's awesome baby' he said with a wide grin. "Let's reserve a table in your favorite restaurant for dinner baby ." I can cook dinner too B" " No! No!, I don't want my baby to be exhausted on our first celebration at home" being firm as he picked up his mobile. I walked in my sexist way toward him and sat on his lap, taking his phone away. Looking at him my eyes got drawn to his lips I whispered ' Love You 'and kissed him softly. My stomach felt haywire filled with flipping butterflies. My heart raced as I leaned closer. He hugged my waist tight weighing it down from above my shirt. My hands automatically wrapped around his neck. Our kisses became deeper and fervent. Hot airs were steaming from both our noses. He carried me little, I change my position to face him. Our kisses were brief but didn't break. Our actions became more intense and passionate. My hands cupped his beardy face while I felt his hand on my back pulling my shirt up. Chill air hit my bare skin, Cringggg...Cringggg... The house phone rang. We both looked at each other, silently figuring out what to do. I broke into laughter and gave him a sign to answer.
Booooomm, there was a loud crack. I open my eyes, and that was the sharp noise of the thunder. Cats and dogs again? I woke up and sat feeling grumpy, and looked out from my window. Dark clouds are tagging into large teams being strong and concrete. I sat appositely, my heart raised, it's silent now, I remembered the dream. Is it called ' Day Dream'? My physique is frail and functions poorly. My bodywork is being completely different, I get dreams often as I sleep off on those days. I am not a dreamer or have the habit to fantasize which I conceive into my sleep to become dreams. I contemplate these couples and I barely get a glimpse of their faces. Visions that I don't remember because I get flashes of frames hither and thither.Designs that I have to figure out from bits and pieces and complete a puzzle. What a mystery?
I gape at the clock, it's almost 1900 hours, I chose not to dwell on the dream, woke up with weakness to get refreshed. I turned on the tap and felt the warm water hitting my head sooner the water became hotter. I kept standing under it with closed eyes feeling the steam evaporates the whole bathroom. I'm feeling better now I grabbed the shower gel, squeezed it and nothing came out. Oh God!!!! I placed it under the running water, filled it a little, and shook it. I poured the liquid onto my body and scrubbed it with my bare hand. I took time to shower, my aches are reducing and I'm feeling better.
I made a quick bread sandwich, cleared the kitchen, and took the rubbish out. I dump it and rushed my steps toward the park that where in a second I remembered I didn't lock my door. 'Holly Cow' I made a quick u-turn to my house. I turned the knob open rushed in picked up my keys and looked for my phone. I need to find out if there signal outside my home. Double checked the door, turned to find my moccasins and I notice I was wearing unmatched sets. Gal !!! I cursed myself picked the right match and kicked off fleeting.
It was dawn, the spotlights are on, I looked around for him. walked further from my usual sitting spot, couldn't see him in sight. I checked the time on my phone its 15 minutes to 9. While waiting I tried to look for a signal or nearby WiFi coverage. Lack of success, I sat on my favorite bench waiting and my eyes were searching for him. Why is he late?? Isn't he coming? Annoyance rose in me, sudden aromatic made me recall the perfume my nose is accustomed to. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I turned and it was him ' Sam' behind me. He's looking stunning and to my amazement, we are wearing an identical designed T-shirt, even the colors are alike. My head took a spin- Arcane
Arcane- secret, mysterious, understood only by few
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Never Have I Ever (M)
Synopsis: Gather around for a friendly game of Never Have I Ever at the Tau Chi Tau (TXT) frat house, where alcohol flows by the keg and sexual tension increases with each passing round.
Contains: Choi Yeonjun x (f) reader, adult language, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, choking, marking/biting kink, dirty talk, creampie, slight overstimulation, frat boys!TXT, nonidol!au, good friends!TXT, friends to lovers!au.
“Everyone who’s playing Never Have I Ever, meet in the living room!” Beomgyu shouted over the various noises of merriment ringing throughout the frat house, trying to maintain some form of order as partygoers were getting more and more drunk by the minute. Couples were getting handsy in dark corners, kegs were being tapped left and right for keg stands, and the music blared to deafening volumes. Somehow after Beomgyu’s announcement, a good majority of the partygoers calmed themselves enough to file safely into the living room, becoming a player or spectator for the party game.
You were a little too cool for party games yourself, rolling your eyes as you decided to hang back in the kitchen and continue to pour yourself a drink with very little mixer. Unfortunately for you, being pretty good friends with the most popular fraternity brothers on campus meant that you weren’t allowed to skip out on any of the merriment the boys suggested, often getting suckered into petty events like wet t-shirt contests and themed car washes for charity. Tonight would be no different as you felt someone grab your wrist and lead you towards the crowd gathering in the living room.
“Yeonjun let go, I don’t really want to play right now. I’ll play next time,” You whined as you tried your best to resist him dragging you through the crowd by your wrist, but of course you couldn’t wriggle away from him since he had a vice grip on your wrist. Yeonjun had learned all your escape tactics from all the times he had to force you to interact with people, him chuckling as he brought you closer to the rest of the guys who were forming a circle in the middle of the floor with other attractive partygoers. There was no point in putting up a fight anymore as Yeonjun immediately plopped you down right next to him and Taehyun, Yeonjun’s arrival signaling for the game to officially begin.
As the rounds progressed, the questions continued to become more sexual in nature. The round originally started with something as innocent as “Never Have I Ever... jaywalked” and had no progressed into “Never Have I Ever... Given a blowjob on campus”, of course making you drank to both declarations much to the surprise of your peers. Many of them knew you were pretty liberal when it came to sexual experiences, but none of your friends really pegged you as the public sex kind of gal. You were full of surprises.
Turns out that you had found out Kai fingered someone in the library, Soobin got a handy under the bleachers, and nearly all of the girls that were playing with you guys had done some pretty fucked up things in the bedroom. Now you weren’t one to judge people and what they do in the privacy of their sheets, but some of the stuff they admitting to was intense while you sat holding your drink in horror at what you heard. “Jesus fucking Christ,” You mumbled to yourself as you covered your intimate areas after the last admission from one of the girls, you looking over at Yeonjun to let him know you were getting uncomfortable. He didn’t blame you in the slightest and was about to nod to take you out of the game until the next round caught both of your attention
“Never Have I Ever... ridden anybody’s face before,” one of the more innocent girls admitted with a small giggle, watching all of her friends take a drink while they each made eye contact with their preferred suitors. After the admission, you could feel everyone’s eyes on you, noticing that you hadn’t taken a drink from your red solo cup yet. Even though everyone had expected you to knock back the rest of the alcohol to show you had in fact done it, you had to disappoint your peers by continuing to keep your throat dry.
“Wait, there’s no way you haven’t ridden anybody’s face. I mean, just look at you. So many guys on this campus would kill to have you ride their face, especially me,” Yeonjun admitted loud enough for everyone to hear, many of them agreeing with a resounding “yes” or nodding their head vigorously in agreement to Yeonjun’s words. You didn’t really know how to take that, ultimately feeling your cheeks heat up from the intense red hue that was currently burning across them. This was something that Yeonjun picked up on considering he was right next to you, him taking a risk thanks to his slightly inebriated state and mouthing, “Follow me.”
To say that you hadn’t thought about sleeping with Yeonjun before would be a severed understatement, considering you two have shared a couple drunken kisses before, but it had never progressed more than that. Something in Yeonjun’s dark orbs told you that there was something very different about tonight, beckoning you to live out your fantasies with Yeonjun for a night and see where it takes you. Best case scenario: you have a great time and get to see Yeonjun again. Worst case scenario: horrible sex and never, ever speak to Yeonjun while also falling off the face of the earth.
Yeonjun had no issue leading you up to his room, you slightly nervous about the whole encounter. Just because Yeonjun was a frat boy doesn’t mean you didn’t genuinely care about him, you biting your lip anxiously as Yeonjun had pushed the door open and instructed you to sit on his bed to he could talk to you, him turning to lock the door to make sure no one would interrupt. As Yeonjun turned around to face you, you became painfully aware that it was just you and Yeonjun now; no revelers to appease your nerves, the effects of alcohol subsiding slightly, while Yeonjun held your gaze from across the room.
“Y/N, I hope you know I meant what I said down there. I didn’t say it just because people were around me,” Yeonjun assured as he sat next to you on the bed, grabbing your delicate hand and rubbing the top of it softly while staring into your eyes. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol that still managed to cloud your judgement slightly, but you could feel yourself starting to relax as you awaited Yeonjun’s words, knowing he wanted to reveal more to you. “If you are wanting to try it, I would be honored to be your first. It’s better to try it with someone who cares about you instead of some asshole who just wants to have you as a notch on his belt... But if you don’t, I understand. I’ll go downstairs and try to drink myself out of embarrassment then.”
Now that Yeonjun had presented you with a choice, you had to seriously weigh your options here. Do you go forward with checking off a sexual experience with one of your really good friends and potentially ruin the friendship for good? Or do you both go your separate ways, giving a different lady an opportunity to sleep with someone as handsome as Yeonjun? Which wouldn’t be hard because Yeonjun is easily one of the most attractive men on campus. That was pretty much a requirement to be in the Tau Chi Tau fraternity, or at least that’s what you were convinced of since all of the members were extremely attractive in some way. After a brief moment of contemplation, you had made your decision, leaning closer to Yeonjun to look in his eyes to show him you meant what you were saying, “Where do you want me?”
Yeonjun looked like a kid in a candy store upon hearing your question, smiling deeply as he immediately lunged forward to capture your lips on his, this time not being fueled by alcohol like he had the previous times you two had kissed before. You two had actually made the conscious decision to act on your repressed emotions, Yeonjun being the one to show his emotions first by kissing you passionately.
You could feel Yeonjun’s tongue slip past his lips to dance along yours, you parting your lips to allow for him to explore your mouth as well as suck lightly on your tongue. This caused you to moan out in pure desire, your hands reaching out to grab a fistful of Yeonjun’s shirt and pull him on top of you, immediately wrapping your legs around his waist while your hands supported either side of his face to deepen the kiss.
Moans spilled out against Yeonjun’s lips as he caged you in his embrace, grinding his steadily hardening cock into your denim clad core. You were convinced that Yeonjun was determined to ruin you after all the months of having to suppress smacking your ass every time you bent over to get something, or every time he had to adjust his pants every time you would wear those pajama shorts you always wore around your dorm... The thought of you wearing those shorts sent a particularly interesting rush of blood to Yeonjun’s nether regions.
“Fucking hell, Yeonjun,” You moaned out as Yeonjun finally decided to show you mercy by removing his lips from yours, allowing you to breathe and to watch as Yeonjun reached behind him. Within seconds, Yeonjun had taken off his shirt to reveal his wonderfully toned body to you, causing you to bite your lip from the sight. You instinctively reached out to run a hand along his abs, lingering a little lower on purpose while sending a wink his way. This made Yeonjun smirk down at you while laying on top of you again, purposely rolling his hips into you as he decided to paint your neck red with hickeys and lustful bites.
Yeonjun’s teeth dragged slowly against the skin of your neck, steadily applying pressure against the areas that had you digging your nails against Yeonjun’s back. Each time he felt the slightest bit of your nails sinking into his back, you could feel Yeonjun smirk before sucking the skin into his mouth in order to mark you as his. He also made sure to apply much needed friction to your core as he continued to grind into you, hearing your breathing become ragged as his button would provide a delicious sensation to your throbbing clit.
“Yeonjun please, I need you,” You begged out as Yeonjun had switched to the other side of your neck, refusing to show you mercy as he had you pinned into the mattress below. The sensation of his lips and teeth gnashing at your neck forced goosebumps to remain on your now bruised skin, hearing Yeonjun groan against your clavicle as he had began to make his way south but got distracted by a patch of skin that wasn’t marked as his. Part of Yeonjun felt that it was necessary to mark you this much to let the other men on campus know who you belonged to tonight, but the other part of him just wanted to see how wrecked you looked after he was done with his masterpiece.
"You sound so pretty when you beg,” Yeonjun moaned into your neck as he gave one last love bite, pulling away from the vein that was thumping wildly against his tongue earlier to admire his finished canvas. Your neck was littered with pinks, purples, and reds thanks to the varying degrees of Yeonjun’s hickeys. Grinning wickedly at what he managed to put you through, he winked over at you, earning a stifled groan from you as you bit your lip to prevent from stroking Yeonjun’s ego.
Even though you tried your best to keep your emotions about you after witnessing Yeonjun take off his shirt like it was nothing, Yeonjun most definitely saw your eyes traveling all over his body until you rested at his belt line, licking your lips at his V-line that happened to send a shiver straight to your core. While you were distracted, Yeonjun grabbed onto your hips and flipped so that you were straddling his hips. Yeonjun’s eyes darkened significantly at you from below as he reached out and gripped your throat lightly, chuckling at how your eyes widened from his unexpected yet still welcomed action, sex dripping from his voice as he spoke, “Get those pants off and sit on my face, don't make me ask twice.”
Blinking quickly from the sudden change in Yeonjun’s demeanor, you nodded as best as you could with Yeonjun’s hand still gripping your throat, him holding you still as you worked to undo your shorts. Of course, Yeonjun helped you remove them after realizing you wouldn’t be able to do much if he were to keep holding your throat, him getting too impatient and lifting you off to yank both your pants and panties down your thighs. Hissing out from feeling the cold air hit your throbbing core, you tried your best to get comfortable on top of Yeonjun’s crotch, the zipper of his jeans digging into the sensitive skin.
Always rushing to get the things he desires most, Yeonjun huffed out in frustration as he let go of your throat in favor of grabbing your hips and lifting you off of his crotch, pulling you roughly so that you were now hovering over Yeonjun’s awaiting tongue. You took one look Yeonjun to make sure he was absolutely sure he wanted to cross this barrier with you, immediately met with the sight of him wiggling his eyebrows before feeling his hands grip your hips harder before he force your core to meet with his flattened tongue.
Every single ounce of air that remained in your lungs had been forced out due to the feeling on Yeonjun’s talented muscle coming in contact with your dripping heat, vibrations from Yeonjun groaning into your heat causing your thighs to tremble slightly. You didn’t dare move yet since you were still trying to get your thoughts together, but Yeonjun didn’t seem to want to wait any longer as he moved your hips for you. Yeonjun was kind enough to start with slow strokes of his tongue, teasing your entrance with his talented muscle before dragging your hips along so he could then pay attention to your clit. But it quickly turned into sinful madness as Yeonjun flicked his tongue from below, moving your hips much faster than before.
Whimpers fell from your lips as you finally gained enough confidence to take over for Yeonjun, replicating his desired pace as you grinded down onto Yeonjun’s tongue. You could tell Yeonjun was approving of the pace you were riding his face by the way his hands palmed your plump backside, giving you an encouraging slap shortly after. The burning sensation in the shape of Yeonjun’s broad hand caused you to speed up inadvertently, throwing your head back and moaning to the ceiling as your pace quickened along Yeonjun’s tongue.
At some point you were concerned with Yeonjun’s ability to breathe, unsure of your actions since this was your first time. Attempting to sympathize with him, you tried to pull your hips off of Yeonjun’s lip to give him a break, but were quickly reprimanded by a harsh smack to your ass. You were not to try to move off of Yeonjun’s lips until he was ready for you to, holding you down firmly by your hips so there was no escaping his sinful ministrations against your throbbing clit. His tongue was driving you absolutely mad as your breathing quickly became labored, feeling the coil deep with in you threatening to snap with every swipe of his tongue against your heat.
“Yeonjunnie...” You whined out as you could feel the pressure building inside of you, only adding fuel to the fire burning inside of Yeonjun to get you to succumb to your desires. While one of Yeonjun’s hands were busy fumbling with his jeans to relieve the tension that was building from his cock straining against the denim, the other hand found your clit almost instantly since the tip of Yeonjun’s nose was pressed firmly against it. The addition of Yeonjun’s fingers tracing figure eights against your aching bundle of nerves had you arching your back so that your breasts were parallel to the ceiling, allowing yourself to fall headfirst into easily the best orgasm of your life.
Words were not something you cared to form as you grinded your hips into Yeonjun’s lips to carry you through your high, feeling Yeonjun groan out from you using him to get off. Never in a thousand years would he ever think he would have you riding his face, let alone reaching your blissful climax due to his tongue. But Yeonjun didn’t seem to care as he hooked his arms around your thighs to keep you in place, needing to hear more of your moans despite hearing you cry out in disagreement as the pleasure continued to build to almost painful.
After about a minute of blissful torture from Yeonjun forcing you to grind down on his tongue, he finally released his hellish grip from your thighs. Realizing you were finally free, you immediately ripped your dripping sex off of Yeonjun’s lips to hopefully allow the dull pain pulsing through your clit to subside. You finally got your breathing together and decided to look down to check on Yeonjun to see how he was faring, looking down in between your thighs to see Yeonjun smirking up at you as his lips shined with your arousal. That alone sent a shiver up your spine from how insatiable he looked.
“You did so well baby,” Yeonjun praised as he tapped your thighs, indicating for you to move so that he could get up. Obliging his request, you slid your way down his bed and sat on the edge, waiting for Yeonjun’s next commands since you had no idea what to do next. You didn’t know if Yeonjun was going to tell you to get out of the room and never talk to him again, or if he was going to compliment you and set up another meeting. The answer was neither as Yeonjun was now standing in front of you with his hand caressing the side of your face, making sure you were looking in his eyes as he licked his lips clean of your essence before commenting, “But now I have to see how well you do taking my cock.”
Yeonjun refused to let your body touch his sheets again if you had any piece of clothing on, stripping you of your remaining clothing before quite literally tossing you on the bed, watching your body bounce as he took the time to become just as naked as you. Once your eyes rested on the impressive length of Yeonjun, you gulped harshly as both the size and the fact that he was throbbing with precum leaking out of his tip. “Uh oh.”
Chuckling at your comment, Yeonjun crawled onto bed with you, smirking down at you as he caged you into his embrace. While he leaned down to close the gap between your lips yet again, you immediately reached up to grab a handful of his onyx locks to pull him down faster. Yeonjun’s kisses were as vital to you as the air you breathe, constantly needing more and craving his touch. Knowing this, Yeonjun poured his soul into the intimate entanglement, exchanging saliva at a rapid rate that would make the most intense Hentai look like amateur hour.
As Yeonjun kissed your lips with such intensity that you were sure they would bruise, you could feel Yeonjun’s fingers trace a line up your folds to hear you hiss out against his lips. This made Yeonjun smile against you lips as he knew that you were more than ready to take what he had been saving up for you all these years, feeling him shift his body slightly so that he could line himself up properly. It would’ve been a lot easier for Yeonjun to do if you weren’t constantly on his lips, but he still managed to slip in between your thighs comfortably. Although Yeonjun knew you would protest almost instantly, he still had to remove his lips to ask one very important question, “Are you sure you want me to do this? I want to make sure I’m not forcing you into something you think I would like just because you’re in my room.”
Instead of answering with words, you decided it would be best to wrap your legs around Yeonjun’s waist, rolling your hips against his hardened cock while wiggling your eyebrows. Yeonjun was slightly surprised at your actions, but never took more than two seconds to think about it as he grabbed each of your thighs on the thickest sections to anchor himself, playfully teasing your entrance with his tips before slipping into you fully.
Yeonjun slowly pushed himself into your trembling walls, groaning out with every inch that slipped past the velvet. Grinding his teeth together, Yeonjun had to focus on something less than appealing if he were to give you more than the three thrusts his body would’ve currently allowed him. He knew that you would feel like heaven for your guys’ first time, but he severely underestimated the sensations that were pulsing through him.
Noticing that he was struggling, you took it upon yourself to reach up and pull him close to you, allowing his lips to fall into the junction of your neck. You knew that he was going to immediately ruin the skin of your neck by littering it with his tender love bites yet again, but you figured this would be better than Yeonjun not being able to fuck you the way he intended. Luckily Yeonjun was able to realize you were letting him use your neck as a distraction, he happily continuing his masterpiece on his already marked canvas, all while moving his hips slightly back just to ram back into your core.
Once you felt Yeonjun’s hips slam into the inner part or your thigh, you knew you were in trouble as his pace would only get faster from what he was currently doing to you. Yeonjun’s cock felt wonderous as he continued to move his hips rather slowly, but still very forcefully as he was experimenting with which strokes you craved most. The answer would be all of them since Yeonjun knew where all of your sweet spots were from the intense oral session just minutes ago.
“Ah, Yeonjuuuuun,” You panted out as you were holding on to Yeonjun’s shoulders for dear life, one of his hands pinning your hip to his mattress while the other one was hanging on to his bedframe for leverage. You knew he wasn’t hanging onto the bedframe to keep the noise down because the headboard had been smacking against his wall from the very beginning, only getting worse as Yeonjun pounded his cock deep inside of your aching pussy.
“Huh, you like that baby? I’ll make you cum so fucking hard, you’ll be screaming for more,” Yeonjun grunted into your ear as he then nibbled on the soft skin of your lobe, smirking against it when he felt the goosebumps erupt all over your body. His filthy words also managed to send a shiver up your spine, your body reacting by letting out a whimper while your legs tightened around his hips subconsciously. Yeonjun could feel your ankles digging into his back, pulling his body to the closest it could be so he could reach the deepest part of you. When he did, you really wish he hadn’t due to the sheer amount of pleasure you were now experiencing.
Sounds of Yeonjun’s hips ramming into you filled the air of the small room, amplifying the sounds from the acoustics as well as adding the sounds of Yeonjun’s bedframe smacking wildly into the wall behind you. Moans fell from your lips as Yeonjun grunted with each calculated thrust, never satisfied until his pubic bone was nudging your clit for that extra sensation. Yeonjun could tell you were teetering on the edge from the way your walls tightened suddenly around his thick member, causing him to smirk as he whispered, “Let go baby, I’ll be right here.”
Another pathetic whimper slipped past your swollen lips as you adjusted your grip on Yeonjun’s back that glistened with sweat from his sinful performance of the night, slightly digging your nails into Yeonjun’s shoulders to hold on properly. You felt your eyebrows knitting together in pure bliss as you were seconds away from sensational release, arching your back off of the mattress in the process. Yeojun noticed this and began to thrust desperately into your addictive heat, he himself being dangerously close to his release but refused to cum before you.
An intense heat rippled through you as you finally reached your heavenly climax, tightening the grip you had around Yeonjun’s waist to pull him closer as you lost all your sanity. Your walls began to tremble unforgivingly around Yeonjun’s cock, suffocating his member to the point where he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. It also didn’t help that the faces you were making as Yeonjun continued to fuck you through your intense orgasm were edging him on, Yeonjun having to bite his lip to keep his moans hidden in his throat.
Or so he thought he could. Yeonjun felt your throbbing walls ripple one more time around his talented member, sending him spiraling while moaning your name in pure bliss. As Yeonjun’s hips stirred against you, you felt the warm sensation of his cum filling you to the brim, him trying to thrust lazily into you to prevent any spillage. It would’ve worked if Yeonjun had bothered to notice that after he painted your walls white with sin, his cum was already dripping down your stuffed slit. But you didn’t want to tell him since his thrusts still felt wondrous even though he was slightly overstimulating you in the process.
After the two of you got your breathing to normal levels, Yeonjun finally managed to pick himself up out of the pillows that he passed out in, looking down at you with a kind smile that was a complete 180 from the looks he shot your way minutes ago. He admired your face in all of its fucked out glory, pushing one of the many stray pieces of hair behind your ear to see more of your exhausted features. Yeonjun then pressed his hand to the side of your face, caressing the skin softly as he muttered quietly, “Let’s get you all cleaned up. We can stay up here if you’d like, or we can go back down to the party. You choose.”
You ultimately decided that you two would stay in Yeonjun’s room for the rest of the night since you were in absolutely no shape to be going down stairs thanks to the throbbing deep inside of your heat. Yeonjun made sure that you were properly taken care of as he cleaned you of all bodily fluids that didn’t belong to you, holding you up in the shower whenever he noticed that your legs were shaking. It was the least he could do since he was the one that made your legs tremble so much.
“Can we play one more round?” Yeonjun asked as you two were now laying in his bed, his arm wrapped tightly around you as your head rested on his chest. In all honesty, you were about to fall asleep at this point but decided to humor Yeonjun for one more round of Never Have I Ever since he didn’t really get to participate. It was also pretty hard to disagree with him since he was most definitely flashing you the puppy dog eyes while also pouting, you nodding softly as you also informed him that you were about to go to sleep so make it quick. Yeonjun then cleared his throat, taking a deep breath before he finally managed to whisper just before you succumbed to your slumber,
“Never Have I Ever... Told you that I love you.”
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