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winged-self-indulgence · 6 months ago

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Trapped In Yandere Heaven: Secret Ending Unlocked?

This is for me. Idrc about the rest of ya'll, but if you watched Lion's playthrough of YH vol 2 and thought "hey. those two should make out" then congratulations: you're me. 16+ rating, I just wanted to be silly and somehow that ended with 3.5K words of barely edited polyamory w Takaaki and Sakae aggressively hitting on each other while the MC just kinda vibes. Which is pretty accurate to the audio drama though so like. go off babes

“Good afternoon! You must be the new intern, right?”

Between one blink and the next, the marble columns and painted walls of Sakae's wedding venue melted away, replaced by the inoffensively pristine white walls of Dr. Takaaki’s office. You turned your head to take in the room – the anatomically detailed posters of the brain, the cupboards filled with identical vials and medical textbooks, the tiny cot tucked inconspicuously against the back corner – acting as though you had never seen any of it before.

Congratulations on completing Yandere Heaven Vol. 2! You have completed this visual novel 98 times! Please enjoy your next game: Yandere Heaven Vol. 2!

You turned back to face the man as soon as his introduction concluded. Your mouth curled into a suitably polite smile, and he smiled back in return. At this point, your actions were almost unconscious, involuntary, reflexive. You had been through this stupid game scenario so many times, enough to know that this was the fastest way to progress the story. The emotion behind the smile didn’t matter, but even still you couldn’t help injecting it with some warmth. Irritation and growing boredom aside, you were still fond of these characters. Yandere Heaven wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it was yours.

Across from you, the AI puppeting the Dr. Takaaki character registered your features before continuing their spiel. “I’ll be the one in charge of your tutelage, so I hope you’ll find my guidance useful! Oh, but there’s no need to stand. Please, take a seat!”

He gestured towards the chair behind you, and you sat, feeling the wood solidly beneath you. Say what you will about the perils of experimental VR technology that trap players in the same visual novel for days on end, but the realism of it was nothing to sneeze at. Besides, even if nothing else, you were real. Your emotions were real. The butterflies that never stopped making a home in the pit of your stomach when Dr. Takaaki comforted you were unfortunately very much real.

A part of you – one that grew with every single reiteration of the storyline – was a little annoyed with yourself for blushing over what basically amounted to a very pretty 3D model controlled by some very complex code. Another part of you was too busy swooning over the way Dr. Takaaki’s forearms flexed beneath the fabric of his lab-coat.

You couldn’t help it. White teeth flashed at you in a gentle smile, contrasting gorgeously against tanned skin and hazel eyes that glittered behind deceptively stern rectangular glasses. Dr. Takaaki raised a hand to push back a stray lock of coffee-brown hair off his forehead which immediately flopped back.

“…and that’s about the gist of it.” You snapped out of your idle musing, recognizing the words that signaled that you were nearing the end of the prologue. At the top of your view, the ‘MC’s’ thoughts popped up in a fluffy cloudlike bubble. Something about being confused and barely understanding anything that had been said. A line that had been funny ages ago and was now kind of trite considering you probably had a more extensive understanding of the model hospital than the character AI. Including the places where the developers had cut costs and started repeating textures, rooms, and lines.

There was an entire upper floor where someone had forgotten to match the skin textures, so every single patient was the exact same featureless, grey-skinned humanoid shapes. That had certainly spiced up your 37th run of the game.

“Ah, no need to look so alarmed! Sure, it might seem a bit confusing at first, but you’ll get used to it little by little. I promise, I won’t throw you into the deep end right off the bat.” His voice was sweet as syrup, the words settling in your mind like a spoonful of golden honey mixed into hot tea. The voice acting had been one of the main attractions, and you were glad the actors were competent at their jobs. This whole experience would have been far more annoying if you had to suffer through noise clipping and vocal fry.

Strange that you hadn’t been able to find any credited names on the website. Yet another strike against the developers.

You followed Dr. Takaaki out of the office, mentally setting yourself on autopilot as you assisted him with his rounds. All of this was just set dressing after all. The story wouldn’t start properly until you heard the near silent click of bespoke shoes against the hospital tiles, and a low voice interrupted the conversation.

“Ahem. Is there something wrong with my room, doctor?”

Sakae. Tall, blonde, and utterly infuriating if you weren’t into his particular trope, yet hot enough that you might be willing to put up with his flaws because at least there was a pretty face at the other end of the leash.

Clad in tailored black suit instead of the assigned shapeless gowns, the buttons neatly fastened as though he was showing up to a business meeting rather than a standard medical checkup, Sakae pushed open the door of his hospital room and leaned against the frame with casual aplomb. His large hands were pushed into the pockets of his tailored suit while hadal blue eyes pinned Dr. Takaaki in place.

“Surprised to see me out here?” He drawled, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You were far later than usual today, so I was simply wondering where you’d gotten to. I thought to myself, ‘if he can’t come to me, I’ll simply have to go find him.’ I know how awfully busy you doctors get, after all.”

You blinked once, twice, and then stared at Sakae, trying to confirm that you’d actually seen what you thought you’d seen. Was…was he blushing?!

Almost as soon as the words crossed your mind, the red flush vanished from the 3D model as those eyes drifted to you and Sakae’s grin grew distinctly wolfish. “Anyhow, I couldn’t help but overhear you telling your lovely assistant to steer clear of my room. Care to explain exactly what you meant by that before I start to take it personally?”

“Y-You must be mistaken,” Takaaki floundered. “I-I have no issue whatsoever with–!”

“Come now my dear doctor,” Sakae cooed, pushing himself off the doorjamb and stepping closer to the two of you. The model’s eyes shifted between you and Takaaki, settling on the doctor with a sardonic chuckle. “I’m well aware that you find my company less than tolerable. Is that the only reason you warned them away, or are you worried that your cute new intern might fall for the charms of a loaded badass like me over someone like you?”

You couldn’t help rolling your eyes even as a giggle pressed against the back of your throat. Despite being the designated MC and target of what was ostensibly a yandere visual novel, one of your favourite private jokes was how much your character felt like a third wheel when these two were in the same vicinity. Repetition aside, watching the two snipe at each other like a pair of bitter exes had become the highlight of your many, many, many repeats.

“Luckily for you I’ve taken a shine to your special brand of stupidity.”

“Since you’re so��virile, I imagine you might like to bestow your vitality upon the other patients here… In fact, I’d be more than happy to personally attend you.”

“If you value that pretty face of yours, you’ll give up and hand your precious intern over to me.”

“It’s not like I could just tie him to the bed and solve all my problems–”

“Hey, have you two just considered fucking?”

The conversation stopped dead in its tracks, the sudden plunge into muteness prompting you to raise your head from your phone in confusion. You blinked as you came back to yourself and your surroundings. The sky outside was dark, and you were already in the passenger seat of the car watching Sakae and Takaaki argue on the side of the road, had you really been virtually AFK for ¾ of the whole story? Shit.

Sakae, as always, was the first to break the silence, though his words surprised me. “Darling, you’re adorable, but what the actual fuck did you mean by that? Do you honestly think I would lower my standards to his level?”

He cursed? At me? Well at the MC. Huh, he’d never done that before. At least, not before his endgame breakdown in either route. The game had advertised itself as using a complex learning AI trained to respond to various prompts, but in all your playthroughs that had never really been the case. The characters’ responses had always been fairly linear. It never mattered what you said, or how creative their replies were, because the story still needed to progress from plot A to B to C. By the next scene, nothing you said would matter, so you leaned your elbows on the passenger window and rested your chin on your folded arms to observe the fallout of your offhanded statement.

“Lower?” Takaaki scoffed, teeth flashing in a vicious sneer. “You wouldn’t even be able to handle my darling, let alone me.”

“Oh. I could certainly handle you better than you think, doctor,” Sakae took a step closer, tilting his chin up challengingly. The two of them were around the same height, almost nose to nose at this point. “It would certainly be oh so entertaining to watch you try to act all tough while I have you squirming and begging for mercy.”

“My, my, someone certainly thinks highly of themselves. I bet you think you’re so charming, don’t you? I’ve heard such delusions may be a sign of deeper issues. Care to let me examine you, Sakae?”

“Yeah, this is what I was talking about, by the way,” you interjected with the sort of brazen cheer that comes with knowing that your actions have no real consequences. “I mean you guys should probably bang. Fuck. Roll in the hay. Do the horizontal tango. Smash dicks, I don’t know. Just do something to get all of this–”

Here you gestured at the two of them, rotating both of your wrists expansively to get the point across as succinctly as possible. Sakae looked a little bit offended while Takaaki seemed utterly baffled by the words coming out of your mouth. You might as well have been speaking a completely different language. Cool. Maybe if you confused the code enough it would finally spit you back into the real world.

“ – out in the open. ‘Cause I like you guys, and I know you both like the main character, but you two act like you’re about to star in someone’s Wattpad enemies to lover’s fanfic and it’s driving me insane. So, like, could you both kiss about it at some point and put me out of my misery? Okay? Okay. Now could one of you drive me home?”

Retreating back into the car, you went back to staring at your phone, which was functionally useless but at least included classic Snake which thoroughly diverted your attention.

Someone climbed into the front seat, and you were a little surprised when you heard one of the other doors open. A quick glance over your shoulder revealed that it was Takaaki sliding mutely into the backseat.

Well. Huh. That had never happened before. This was Takaaki’s route, wasn’t it? At this point he was supposed to basically steal Sakae’s car and scheme with the MC to commit brutal medical malpractice. Murder without the death part. Whatever the crime of deliberately sending someone into a permanent drug-induced coma is called.

Instead, Sakae silently drove to the MC’s neighbourhood – without asking where they lived, obviously – and carefully deposited you outside the apartment building before driving off with Takaaki still in the backseat. You watched the sleek black car shrink the further away it got, before eventually disappearing around the corner. You hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do. The story had never deviated like this before, had it? Screwing your eyes shut, you tried to parse through the last 98 runs, but nothing stood out to you.

Finally, you gave up with a shrug. Whatever, by tomorrow the story would have corrected itself like it always did. Yawning, you walked into the MC’s apartment and closed your eyes.

Congratulations on completing Yandere Heaven Vol. 2! You have completed this visual novel 99 times! Please enjoy your next game: Yandere Heaven Vol. 2!

What?

Your eyes flashed open, the cheery pitch of the robotic chime shocking you awake. You’d finished the game? How? Had you unlocked some sort of bonus ending, or was the machine glitching? You hoped not. This groundhog loop was already annoying enough without the possibility of Backrooms-style nonsense.

“There you are!” You startled again, the second time in half as many minutes, and turned to see Takaaki making his way towards you. You opened your mouth, ready for the usual introductory lines, when warm arms suddenly wrapped around your waist and – between one breath and the next – his mouth was on yours.

Wait.

What?!

Your lips parted, confusion inadvertently giving Takaaki the opportunity to slide his tongue deep into your mouth, swallowing the muffled noises that escaped your throat and returning it with a heavy moan. Your back hit the cool wall of the empty hallway, body caged and pinned by the man in front of you. Any questions you might have had dissolved like sugar when the doctor’s broad thigh slipped between your legs, the movement rucking up your skirt and grinding against your core.

Just as you were sinking into the sensation, the office door behind you flew open, and a familiar teasing voice had you scrambling for clarity of mind. You shoved Takaaki away and turned to see Sakae standing in the doorway in a pose reminiscent of his standard introduction, except this time he was missing his suit blazer and coming out of Takaaki’s office.

“Now, now, my dear doctor,” he crooned, adjusting his collar with a finger, “I’m as eager to get my hands on them as you are, but…I certainly didn’t take you for an exhibitionist. How fun.”

“I’m not–!” Takaaki spluttered, arms tightening around you. “I was just excited to see them, that’s all! It was a perfectly normal kiss. Not all of us have our minds in the gutter.”

“Bold words from the man with his tongue down their throat 30 seconds ago,” Sakae replied mockingly, and though you braced for the inevitable violence, a part of you couldn’t help but notice that Sakae didn’t actually sound upset. His voice was breathy, lacking the usual astringency that accompanied his previous conversations with Takaaki. If you had to put a word to it, you would say he almost sounded…fond? “Don’t forget dear doctor, I know exactly how carried away you get when you’ve got your mouth on someone.”

“Sakae!” Takaaki’s face went bright red, prompting the man himself to let out a boisterous laugh, and you finally summoned enough oxygen to your brain to realize exactly what was happening.

Oh my god.

They’re actually flirting.

Not just subtext, not just words taken out of context, but actual legitimate pick-up lines!

“Oh, for the love of–!” Takaaki pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand. The other, to your ever-growing shock, herded you in Sakae’s direction. “Just get in my office, please. We are not doing this in the hospital hallway.”

You allowed yourself to drift forward, stumbling through the door and into Sakae’s arms. “Hello, darling,” he grinned down at you. His tongue traced over his upper lip while one of his hands gripped your chin, thumb pressing into the plush centre of your bottom lip – shiny from your lip-gloss and Takaaki’s kiss. You expected him to look disgusted but instead those already abyssal eyes grew even darker. “Where’s my greeting, hm?”

Once again, before you could respond, his mouth crashed down on yours. If Takaaki’s kiss had been avaricious and enthusiastic, then Sakae’s was nearly feral. Devouring. He didn’t wait for your lips to part before prying them apart and tasting you with the sort of single-minded possessiveness that made what little cognition you’d managed to scrounge together fall apart like a house of cards.

Takaaki kissed like he wanted to map out the entirety of your body. Sakae kissed like he already owned it.

You took a step back on trembling legs and, rather than hitting the door or falling to the floor, your back hit a warm body. One that trapped you in place with white-coated arms and rocked their hips against your ass with a breathy whine. “You…that face is so cute…”

“He’s right,” Sakae murmured, licking his lips with a fanged smirk. “If this is how you look with just a kiss darling, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back. I don’t understand how your ex let someone as precious as you get away. Clearly, you’re far too valuable for plebeian eyes. The doctor and I are the only ones who can appreciate what a perfect treasure you are.”

“You understand right?” Takaaki whispered in your left ear, at the same time that you felt a needle slide into the right side of your neck. Ouch! Oh, son of a– “Don’t worry, Sakae and I worked on this particular medication together. You’ll just have a nice, long rest, and when you wake up, you’ll be home with us.”

“It’ll be just us,” Sakae crooned softly as the simulated drugs caused your vision to grow dark and your body to sag in Takaaki’s arms. “Our little sweetheart, forever, and ever.”

“Until death do us part,” Takaaki agreed adoringly. The last thing you saw before the UI went completely dark was the two men sharing a kiss over your head.

Congratulations on completing Yandere Heaven Vol. 2! Obtained ??? Ending: Love Triangle? No! Polyamory! You have completed this visual novel 100 times!

Warning! Warning! Warning! Due to a system error, the Yandere Heaven Visual Novel VR Experience has been forced to terminate all programs! We apologize for any and all inconvenience, and hope you enjoyed your time with us! Shutting down in 3…2…1…

EPILOGUE

It had been approximately one month since you’d escaped the VR headset. Apparently, you hadn’t been the only one who’d experienced problems, but as far as you could tell you were the only one who’d been forced to play the same scenario 100 times in a row. The company had been forced to pay out a huge sum as compensation, in addition to taking care of any medical bills.

For obvious reasons, you’d been avoiding taking them up on the latter. The thought of stepping into a hospital was enough to have your skin break out in goosebumps, and the last time you’d stepped into one it had sent you into a dissociative spiral so enveloping you’d holed up in your bedroom for a week straight.

Unfortunately, the broken arm you currently sported wasn’t something that could be fixed with some painkillers and a prayer. Courtesy of a particularly careless motorcyclist, you were now seated in a waiting room that smelled unsettlingly of antiseptic and sweat, listening to other people complain about their own problems while you valiantly tried not to have a panic attack in front of the kid with snot waterfalling from their nose.

This is real. I’m not there anymore. I’m back. This is real. I’m not there anymore. I’m not there anymore, I’m not–

A nurse calling your name brought you back to the present. “Doctor Tamaki will see you now,” she smiled at you, and you returned the expression weakly. Hopefully she just thought you were in pain. She wouldn’t be wrong. “You’re lucky. He doesn’t usually take walk-ins, but he made an exception for you. You’re in good hands.”

Gently cradling your arm, you followed the signs pointing you to the appointed office. As you walked past one of the water coolers, you couldn’t help but overhear two of the nurses whispering to one another. “He’s here again! Oh my god, do you think…?”

“Him and the doctor? They look so good together. It makes me so jealous…”

“Of who? Doctor Tamaki or Sakai?”

“God, imagine being the ice cream in that sandwich.”

“For fuck’s sake, girl, we’re on the clock!”

“Listen, I’ve been here for nine hours straight. Horny thoughts about the doc and our hospital’s top investor are all that’s keeping me from popping every single melatonin pill we have on hand and passing out on the floor.”

Wincing, you picked up the pace until you reached the door with the name Doctor R. Tamaki emblazoned on a gold name card. Before you could even figure out how to knock with one good arm that was already employed keeping the bones of the other in place, the door flew open, and two disturbingly familiar eyes beamed down at you from completely unknown faces – one hazel green and heated, the other the enveloping blue-black of the ocean deep.

“There you are, darling. We’ve been looking all over for you.”

#yandere heaven #yandere vn #audio drama #yandere heaven vn #my fic

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miloscat · 7 months ago

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[Review] The Legend of Korra: A New Era Begins (3DS)

A cromulent companion game.

Platinum's console/PC Korra game was accompanied by a 3DS release. Well I say accompanied; unlike that game, Activision only bothered to release this one in North America. Now I finally have a chance to play it thanks to custom firmware! I know developer Webfoot Technologies best for their Legacy of Goku GBA games, and now here they are with another handheld game based on an animated licence. But how does this tactics RPG stack up against its action sibling?

Despite the new subtitle, this game is built on the same story as the console game. Creepy old guy blocks Korra's bending, the alliance of Triads/Equalists/dark spirits, returning to the Spirit World via the South Pole. But this version has some additional details, like the inclusion of Amon's lieutenant as a miniboss, Korra seeking the advice of spirits in Republic City's spirit wilds only for them to turn dark and attack, or visiting Wan Shi Tong's library for help relearning spiritbending (complete with a boss fight against the big owl himself!) I also enjoyed entering the cosmic universal energy dimension for little puzzle challenges when Korra was regaining her bending powers. In addition to these additions, a big change in how things play out is the extended cast joining her on the adventure, an upside to the shift in genre.

From the start, Bolin and Mako are with Korra, then Tenzin and Kya join in, and finally Lin making for a team of six bending powerhouses. Bumi and, sadly, Asami are still conspicuously absent. But the extra tag-alongs make for actual conversation and more convincing bridging exposition in cutscenes, more appropriate elemental tutelage as Korra relearns her bending styles, and some choice quips. For example, we learn that Bolin named his fists Juji and Roh-tan after Nuktuk's animal sidekicks, and that he has become genre-savvy as a result of his mover career: "when there is fog, something bad happens."

There are understandable presentational drawbacks that offset this. Gone are the full animated sequences, replaced by brief motion comic-style cutscenes. There’s no voice acting either, which is fair enough. And gameplay just cannot look as flashy when you’re just moving sprites around a grid.

To be fair, the sprites look very good. And you get an adorable graphic of Korra riding Oogi on the menu screen. When it comes time to make an attack, the game cuts to a short (and skippable) 3D sequence showing the results, complete with decent little models doing mocapped martial arts moves. The spirits and the main antagonist Hundun can look a bit goofy in these but the mecha tanks are pretty cool if low-detail. The latter in particular have hilariously tiny sprites on the battle map, a stark contrast to their humongous chungus depiction in Platinum’s game.

The tactical gameplay is competent for the most part with decent map designs. The controls and interface can be a bit clunky but they get the job done. There’s a shield mechanic that’s a neat twist, as well as an elemental weakness system that lets you bypass the shields. I liked how each character had their own niche: Mako has many ranged attacks, Lin and Bolin get area effects, Kya can heal, and Tenzin can replenish mana energy points which I had him doing almost every turn once he learned it.

Any attack or even healing and support moves get you experience points which is nice, and every other level-up you get to choose between two skills. These can be new moves or passive bonuses but choose carefully because you can’t change them later! I found myself with a Korra who only knew waterbending for the vast majority of proceedings, and you only get one shot at each other element. Everybody was max level (15) a few stages before the end, but if you’re having trouble with a battle there’s a training stage you can do freely for some extra XP and money (used for buying healing items). You can’t replay completed levels though, even though you get graded on side objectives.

I was pleased by this little tie-in. I’m not a huge expert on tactics RPGs but this one seems good for intermediate gamers like me, not too punishing. There’s some amount of crunchy depth to the elemental system and using each character effectively. And as a Korra fan it’s nice seeing the characters and world rendered in a different style, especially those cute sprites. Not to mention the slight expansions to the storyline. If you’ve got a 3DS, there’s no reason not to head to your local flea market hShop to pick this up!

#the legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra #avatar the last airbender #avatar #webfoot technologies #review #3ds #the legend of korra a new era begins

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merv606 · 5 months ago

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I can’t even lieeee: Puritanverse is hot, but Puritanverse with Terri/Danielle is even hotter. There’s something about tiny, sweet, virginal little omega Dani who only wants to make her Alpha happy getting her brains fucked out by dom!femme fatale!Alpha!Terri is insanely hot to me. Dani having no idea what happens with an Alpha and an Omega and discovering that on her wedding night is

🔥 🔥 🔥

And of course Dani being her clueless, submissive, respectful little self is 🥵🥵 Calling Terri “Ms. Silver” or “Alpha”, or even “Ma’m” while being cute and cuddly and affectionate and having no idea that she drives Terri totally crazy is…!!!!

And Terri being her controlling, possessive, and protective self but upped to 11 because Dani is innocence and sweetness incarnate. Ugh. UGH.

Just so perfect ♥️

I’m working on it lol

Anon came back with some details that I am working with 😉

A sneak peek of it so far - it’s going to be so LONG lol

Dani tugs down on the nightie she’s wearing.

The pure white nightie with ruffle edges had been laid out for her to change into for their wedding night. Picked out for her by her alpha. Paid for by her alpha.

She’s never shown so much skin before. Never been more on display.

It’s short, and although she has panties on, those don’t leave much to the imagination. There’s an inch or so of bare skin showing above her panties as the nightie doesn’t go down far enough.

They aren’t the same ones she wore under her wedding dress. Terry has those. Just thinking about that moment has her omega place throbbing deep inside, clenching on nothing, slick dampening these new panties too.

It was after the ceremony, finally having stood and received congratulations from all the guests, most of them remarking on Terri’s good choice. The beauty of her choosen omega on display in a deep burgundy velvet dress, extra vibrant against the tan of Dani’s olive skin, the gold jewels sinfully beautiful as they draped down between her flat chest, around a narrow waist and arms. Dani may not be used to wearing jewelry, not owing any at all actually, and while she struggles not to fiddle with it out of nerves, ultimately she’s glad for it as the jewelry is both beautiful and covers some of the expanse of skin on display, The V cut of the dress wide and so low it almost reaches her belly button.

Terri had picked the gown and while it was a bit scandalous to Dani, who didn’t see it until the morning of their wedding, it was a beautiful gown, and for her like a perfect glove. It was just a bit revealing for her delicate sensibilities but she wanted to make her alpha happy - wanted to start their marriage off on the right foot.

So she stepped into the dress, standing still as it was pulled up.

She tries not to look at herself in the mirror as her lady in waiting fastens the jewelry piece in place.

Truth is she had been the talk of the town - no one had managed to catch and keep Terri’s attention for more than a night - it was assumed she would never settle down.

But Dani - oh Dani was different. From the moment Terri laid eyes on her she was different. The alpha inside screaming to take and claim. The alpha inside knowing the girl belonged to her - that the girl was theirs - their rightful mate.

Not even a week after meeting her, Terri had announced their pending marriage.

Of course tongues wagged that the girl was with child; already impregnated by the alpha.

Terri had whisked her away to her mansion, both to have her all to herself and to protect her - keeping her out of the public eye - and from her hearing the rumours. She knew the rumors would upset her pious little mate, and Terri would fuck and bred that out of her in time, just like once her ring was on her finger she would be showing her off - once she let her out of bed and off her cock anyway.

By the time the public saw Dani again the rumors would actually be true - she would be carrying Terri’s heir safely inside her.

But after all the congratulations, Terri had wrapped a large hand around her worst, encircling it easily, gentling pulling the girl to an empty room.

A kiss, that she had to stand on her tip toes to accept while Terri bent down to meet her. Terri was tall as it but she was wearing heels, and a sleek black blazer dress. Dani was much shorter, and had only managed to walk on small kitten heels in time for the wedding, something she had been assured was fine with Terri.

“Just a small taste to tide me over until tonight. I deserve that much.”

“You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you.”

“I can smell how wet you are.”

Terry had moved the strap of the dress, exposing her chest, her nipple peaked as a thumb brushed over it, a sharp intake of breath and a gorgeous little whimper.

“You are so responsive to the smallest touch, sweetheart.”

Dani’s face burned as her wife’s large hand disappeared under the dress, her hand flattening against her tummy dipping into her underwear, a middle finger easily sliding between her wet slit.

She gasped, Terri sealing her mouth over hers, taking all the greedy nosies the grip was making for her - because of her - for herself.

Removing her hand and licking her finger into her mouth, with a groan at the taste of her omega’s sweet juices.

“Delicious, just like I knew you would be. I can’t wait to taste it straight from the source tonight.”

Dani wrinkled her brows, wondering what that meant but before she could ask, Terry had pushed Dani’s panties down to her knees, and Daniel swore they hit the ground with a thud, Terry holding her hand to help her step out of them.

The alpha had bent down, picking them up, bringing them to her face inhaling deeply, licking at the damp crotch.

Dani was scandalized, had no frame of reference for this behaviour, yet could feel slick running down her thigh all the same.

“We should rejoin them,” Terri sighs, her tone letting Dani know exactly how much she does not want to, “lest tongues start wagging that I told my rights and consummated the marriage.”

“Consummate the marriage?” Dani asks, cocking her head to the side and Terri freezes.

“You do know what happens tonight don’t you? Your duty on our marital bed?”

“No, ma’am,” she answers, unsure of which honorific her alpha prefers to be called. “I’m not sure …” she says shakily. “I hope this does not disposing you …”

“Hardly,” Terri snorts, interrupting her with a shark like smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight,” a finger on her chin tipping her face up. “Tonight and every night for the rest of our lives. I’ll make sure all your needs, all your needs are met, always.”

Dani hadn’t been given her underwear back.

Just the thought of that hours old memory and the look on her new wife’s face has her shivering. Has her squeezing her thighs together, the throbbing between them overwhelming. Terri had looked so, so … hungry, is the only word Dani can think of. Hungry for what though, she does not know. The wedding had more food laid out than Dani had ever seen in her life.

Well now she stands waiting for her wife, about to find out.

She tries to yank the nightie down again but the deep V of it means she can’t really pull it down to cover her bottom half more without exposing her chest. The material is already slightly loose where her small breasts don’t fill it out properly.

Terri picked it out - just like her wedding dress - just like all of her new wardrobe - her new life.

Everything on her body was bought and paid for by her alpha - she had very little possessions coming into this union, and now she had everything it seemed.

Her wardrobe was already overflowing - various sundresses and clothes that she knew would fit perfectly - to show off her figure - but some looked a bit big for her - more loose and flowy than the rest, which seemed odd as Terri liked her to show off her figure. When she had innocently inquired, her lady in waiting had stifled a laugh behind her hand before clearing her voice, explaining those were maternity dresses. Dani had nodded her head in understanding. She knew Terri wanted her with child as soon as possible - although she wasn’t quite sure how that happened - she knew now that the alpha did and would show her. That was a relief

A knock but before she can answer, the door is opened, Terri sweeping in.

TBC 😈 and hopefully what the ANON is looking for - the whole thing once finished will be under the ask in my inbox

#i got an ask 🤩#ask #cobra kai #daniel larusso #terry silver #karate kid #silverusso #silverrusso #rule 63 #rule 63 Silverusso #Terri Silver #Dani Larusso #I need a puritan verse #ABO #Dani silver

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sweet-berrry · 4 months ago

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😴? i love hearing about peoples dreams :O

Many of my dreams have had sensory deprivation and sensory manipulation as central themes (even as a child) so minor warning for that :) (If you want a different dream lmk)

I dreamt that I went to D.isney with my family and me and my mom wanted to go on the new ride they had. The line was INCREDIBLY long, and wound around the building multiple times. I was so excited and happy though!! I was pointing out all of the details and easter eggs that the developers had left. I even mentioned some by name (apparently dream me did her research lol). There was one detail that made me cry. A stucco decoration of a blue wave with yellow, green, and cream terracotta pieces sparkling in the water. I even have a picture I drew of it once I woke up.

Finally we got inside of the building and into the ride. It was a simple room with tan carpet and red seats arranged like a small movie theater. Before you could choose your seat, they asked for your lanyard (you had to have prior approval to make sure you were physically able to go on the ride) and gave you a bracelet cuff. Once in your seat you secured your seatbelt like normal, then when everyone was ready, it began.

The bracelets had microscopic needles that dealt a tiny amount of a psychedelic drug. The bracelet had to be a cuff to allow a wide area of injection without needing large needles. The drug relaxes your natural sensory inputs and allows for your experience to be manipulated (think drug trip, but controlled). This specific experience was a ratatouille themed water ride, where you as a rat-sized human adventure through the sewers (but the water was clean and all that).

When it began we were all on inner tubes in a line, towed behind a raft. Floating along the river, I reached my hand down to have it run through the cool water. Predictably, I fell off on accident and struggled to keep my head above the waves. At the same time, I had to avoid the other groups of people going through the tunnels. Knowing that this was just an illusion, I had no fear of drowning. Even so, they had to "save me" in the illusion so that the transition into the real world was less disorienting. They kept passing me and having to circle back, but eventually I managed to grab onto the raft leading everyone and just hung out there until the ride was over. Then they collected the bracelets, and we left the ride!

#thanks for the ask!

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captain-igni · 2 years ago

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A Gift For The Princess

The night a Princess was born into the Asim family was a hard one. Filled with pain, sorrow, and at the end of it all, overwhelming joy. She was cleaned up, bundled in a silk blanket, and set into the arms of her father, who was stuck sobbing from everything he had just gone through. His weak thumb was gently rubbing her cheek, admiring the whisps of white hair atop her tan skin. He couldn't help the smile that was making his cheeks hurt, she was just too beautiful to stop.

A name was chosen for her, the Princess of Silk City, Nadirah Asim, and they were allowed back to their home in the palace. Kalim was more than excited to have a baby, and he spent every second holding her, despite the scolding he got from Jamil for walking when he should be resting. “You just had a baby, Kalim!” Jamil would hiss, directing the Prince back to his bed. “You need to lay down, I’ll take care of her!”

It was just that, the small fact of the child being his, that made Jamil sad. This was his daughter, and not a soul could know other than he and Kalim. It had already sparked an enormous outrage in the palace when Kalim got pregnant in the first place, but he held his ground, and insisted he hadn’t a clue who the father was. But he did. They both knew it. It was Jamil, who wanted nothing more than to let everyone know how much he loved her.

Finally able to get Kalim back into bed, Jamil sat down next to him and looked down at Nadirah. She was tiny, more than expected, but the doctor said she was healthy in every way, so there shouldn’t be worries. It put Jamil at ease knowing she wasn’t hurting, and he looked at the way her little button nose wrinkled up, squirming around in Kalim’s arms. Then, she let out a squeak, and started crying, making the both of them tense up. Jamil quickly took control and carefully plucked her from the other man, checking everything he could. She didn’t seem to need a change, and wouldn’t take her bottle, so Kalim, against the wishes of Jamil, got out of bed to help.

In five minutes, they managed to find out what to do to calm her down, that happened to be just taking her out of the blanket and setting her on the floor to watch the way the shadows hit the ceiling. The details of the window made a lovely effect on the ceiling, and it kept the baby good and calm.

Jamil thought now that she was quiet in a different spot, he could get Kalim to sleep. Helping him back into bed, getting him comfortable in a spot where he could still watch Naridah on the floor, and a small kiss. Right when Kalim was about to fall asleep, in burst his brother. “Kalim!” He announced loudly, and at that moment, once again, Naridah went back to her crying. Jamil groaned and put a hand on Kalim’s chest, telling him not to move, and went to pick Naridah up off of the floor. “Oh, sorry, I didn't know! Good news though!” Kalim glanced at Jamil and Naridah, then to his brother. “I hope you fall down the stairs. I really do.” He muttered, but it was ignored.

“Whatever! Who cares, come on you both, get dressed! Father has a surprise for you two after sunset, he says to just go out on the balcony!” The other Asim son left, and Jamil glared after him, still trying to calm down the screaming baby.

The two wondered just what was planned, and Jamil finally got Naridah calm once more so he could help Kalim out of bed and into something presentable for going outside. The three left the room, Kalim using Jamil’s arm as a crutch down the hall. When they reached the balcony and looked around, there was nothing. No other people, just the sun almost set on the horizon, with a light cool breeze. Just as they were about to go back inside, a familiar sound was heard a bit away from them. A sharp whistle, and a loud pop as the night sky lit up in bright colours.

Kalim’s eyes were wide, sparkling as he watched the fireworks light up the night sky, many colours and patterns. And, as they scooched in close, Jamil’s free arm around Kalim’s shoulder. They both watched in shock as the fireworks popped up, one by one, letters. They spelled “Naridah”.

“Jamil..” Kalim whispered, raising his hand to slip his finger into Nadirah’s little hand, smiling as the light illuminated their faces. “You know I love you, right..?” “Yes.. I do.. And I love you too..” He whispered back, leaning over and planting a soft kiss on Kalim's forehead. “She’s beautiful.. She looks a lot like you.. Her eyes have been really squinted, I can’t tell their colour, yet..”

“I’ll bet they’re just as dazzling as yours..”

#twst mpreg #twisted wonderland mpreg #jamikami #jamikami mpreg

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willsimpforanyone · 3 years ago

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ANY REYNA SMUT I BEG OF U 😩

ooo my first reyna fic! tysm for waiting so patiently!

edit: i've remembered that reyna is in fact asexual, which is fine there are sex-positive aces, so i've just included a little detail that makes it clear that she wants this and the reader would never do anything she wasn't comfortable with

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Her shoulders were so incredibly tense. Hunched over her desk, my girlfriend focused so hard on the parchment she had spread over the surface.

The clock on the wall said it was well past midnight and frankly, I'd behaved so well the last three hours, letting Reyna work peacefully and reading some Latin book I'd picked from her bookshelf.

I allowed my eyes to drag over her, gaze getting caught on her braid, loosened from her hand absently tugging it, on the loose t-shirt slipping down one shoulder as the other raised in stress. One bare leg was crossed over the other, tan skin bathed in a warm glow from the lamplight.

Reyna shifted, aware of my eyes on her, and cleared her throat.

"Stop looking, you're distracting me." Her tone was firm, but her voice was tired. "I have to get this done, and you're not helping."

I hummed, amused. "I'm not doing anything, the book isn't holding my attention." I didn't say that she did.

Reyna's pen hadn't moved in a couple minutes. Shoulders were practically up around her ears, tension practically flowing from her. Slowly, deliberately, I closed the book and put it back on the shelf. I swayed over to her, gently placing my hands on her shoulders that immediately relaxed. "Honey, please, you can't focus this late." I pressed a kiss into her hair.

She tilted her head back to lean it against my stomach as she closed her eyes, but her words didn't match her actions. "I can focus, and I will," she hummed as I traced my hand down her hair and began unbraiding it. "Stop that right now, I'm very busy."

I nodded, though she still had her eyes closed. "Oh, I know, I'll let you continue..." Dragging my fingers through her hair, I leaned down to press a kiss on her jaw. "...don't let me distract you."

The pen in her hand shakily met the paper once again and her head came up to focus on the task at hand. I smiled to myself, my lovely hardworker. She deserved a break, even if she couldn't bring herself to take one.

Patiently, I waited until the smooth motion of the pen meant she'd almost forgotten I was there. My fingers carefully began combing through her hair, smoothing out any knots and slowly moving my hands to where her neck met her shoulders.

I kept one eye on the pen as I massaged Reyna's muscles, feeling a little guilty I didn't do this earlier- she was so tense. Under my touch, I felt her begin to relax again, and slowly, slowly the pen's motion ceased and fell from her hand.

"Reyna?"

I recieved a hum in response.

"You sure I can't pull you away from your work?"

The barest flicker of a smile on her lips and I knew I'd won. Smoothing my hands down her arms, I twisted my fingers with hers and gently pulled her out the chair. Her eyes were tired, fixing on mine as I cupped her cheek and ran a thumb under her eye. "Honey, you're exhausted, come here."

To my surprise, she hardly resisted as I led her to the bed and sat her down, kneeling in front of her. Reyna's skin was warm to the touch and I pressed a kiss to her knuckles as she gave me a tiny smile. Normally so confident and sharp and so in control, seeing Reyna's softer side was a thrill that sent sparks down my spine.

"Will you let me help you relax?" I murmured, keeping my voice low. "We don't have to do anything, I just think it might help- if you don't want to be touched, tell me and I'll back off."

There wasn't even a moment's hesitation. "Yes, please..."

She must really have been struggling to give in to a lesser-used method of relaxing so fast.

I touched her thighs and settled between her legs. Looking up, I saw a hint of red on her cheeks but to her credit she maintained eye contact. I grinned and winked.

The red colour flooded her face and down her neck. "Oh shut up, are you going to help or not?" She huffed, thighs threatening to close.

Holding back a laugh, I nodded and reached up to place my hand flat on her stomach, pushing her back to lay down on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge.

"I'll help, I promise." I ghosted the words over her skin and saw her shiver. "Just lay back and let me take care of you, hm?"

Reyna shifted and I just about saw her nod her assent.

Enough teasing.

I nipped kisses into her inner thigh, a trail of red stars in my wake as I kept my eyes on her breathing, delighted when I saw it stutter or stop for just a second. I tapped her hips and hooked my fingers under the elastic of her underwear and she lifted up so I could pull them down her legs.

Experimentally, I touched the pad of a finger against her pussy. It came away shiny, glistening in the low light. I couldn't resist teasing her. "My, my, the big, strong praetor, so wet for a few kisses."

Immediately she was up on her elbows, scowling at me. "Shut up."

I held up my hands in surrender. "Yes ma'am." I shifted closer to her, a smirk dancing on my lips. "After all, my mouth can be put to better uses I'm sure."

Reyna didn't have time to invent a comeback before I pressed my tongue against her and she inhaled sharp enough to cut. Her hands fisted in the sheets as I twisted my tongue, lapping at her with excitement.

It made for a shift of pace, my gorgeous in-control leader girlfriend slowly losing herself to me. I adored her dominant personality, but it was such a high when she allowed herself to fall from the pedestal she held herself on, falling into my arms.

I watched with reverance as she breathed heavier, biting her lip until she couldn't surpress the little noises I drew from her. Her knuckles were white and shaking in the sheets as I pulled out every trick I knew.

Grazing my teeth over her clit sent an almost visible jolt through her and before she could stop it, a desperate moan reverberated from her chest and she slapped a hand over her mouth.

Kneeling up, I reached for her arm and tugged it away from her face. "I wanna hear, don't hold back honey, please." I punctuated my words with kisses directly to her clit. I laced my fingers with hers and brought both hands to my head, letting her tangle in my hair.

"That's it, you're doing so well, my lovely strong girl."

Hands now free, I slipped a finger into her, relishing in the way her back arched and her grip on my hair tightened. Reyna squirmed as I pumped my finger in and out, angling my fingers every time she moaned just that little bit louder.

Adding a second finger brought an almost-scream from her and I redoubled my efforts, making the most of her sensitivity.

"You're doing do well," I breathed over her skin. "I love your beautiful sounds, my darling, so, so pretty for me." I licked a stripe up her soaking pussy, savouring her taste as much as I could.

Her chest heaved, pants and moans and strangled cries flowing freely from her as her thighs struggled to close against the grip I had on them.

A choked 'I-I'm so cl-lose...!" was all the warning I had before her legs snapped shut despite my efforts and she came hard on my tongue. I swallowed as much as I could, licking her through her orgasm and into oversensitivity.

I only stopped when Reyna's hands pulled my head away from her and I could finally see her face again.

She was flushed, still panting, eyes bright and a more sure smile on her lips. I kneeled up and fixed my eyes as she brought up the hand that had been inside her. Her tongue darted out, cleaning the mess she'd made and I swear I nearly collapsed at the sight.

Swallowing, I pressed a quick kiss to her lips when she was done. "You feeling better?"

Reyna rolled her eyes slightly, but nodded. "I am, thank you, my love."

Despite everything, I blushed at the pet name. I blushed even harder when she brought a hand behind my head and pulled me forward into a messy kiss.

Her lips were shiny, as I'm sure mine were, when she pulled away. "Want me to return the favour?"

I smiled at her offer, but shook my head. "Nu-uh, this was about you. Plus it's-" I glanced at the clock. "-almost half one in the morning and you, praetor, have too many meetings to be healthy tomorrow."

She grinned. "Well, I'm sure I can take a break from them if this is my reward."

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i really hope stressed!reyna isn't too ooc?

thank you for requesting!!

#reyna #reyna ramirez avila arellano #reyna x reader #reyna imagine #reyna smut #pjo

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syrma-sensei · 3 years ago

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Moon's Scarab → Ch. 1: Welcome to Egypt, again.

Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly.

pre-canon fic; based on the Marvel comics and Disney's series Moon Knight.

warning: violence, cursing, angst, smut maybe in the future (?), the majority of spoken Arabic in this story is in Egyptian dialect.

word count: 1.9k

beta-read by the awesome: @kesskirata

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° Author's note:

okay, it's been a very very very long time since the last time I fangirl-ed over a canon and straight couple. Fuck, Marc and Layla are my favourite OTP now; despite the shit they've been through, their couple dynamics are just freaking awesome, they got me screaming in the last episode, and had me in bi panic. Just fucking amazing, I just adore power couples. And now we have the Scarlet Scarab in throughout the process... Chef kiss to Marvel. So, I figured that, especially with the criminal lack of fics for this amazing ship, I decided to do something and write a long fic about them; how they've met and got married. Yep, as it's said up there, this is gonna be a pre-canon fic.

And remember, feedbacks, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!

Enjoy~

Marc Spector

The image of a fuchsia scarf with scarab details spurts into Marc's head as a female flight hostess instructs the passengers to tighten their belts, for they're about to land in Cairo International Airport. It hasn't actually left his mind, really; it hunts him almost every night ever since that night in the Egyptian desert close to the borders with Sudan, depriving him from sleep.

Marc feels nauseous, the urge to vomit is becoming stronger and stronger, lurching and tugging at his stomach as the plane descends within the air. It's very much unlike him, he never had this before. He notices his grips tightening on the armrests of the chair; his jaws tick.

Fuck, he almost hisses, but the vile word reverberates only through his head. He can't allow past memories to freak him out, and lose control now. He can't afford to. Khonshu's current mission, which has led him right back to Egypt, is critical; the country isn't at its best times.

After the military upheaval of Abdelfattah Elsisi, the previous defence minister, against Muhammad Morsi and overthrowing him, a great majority of people weren't pleased with the result. So, multiple protests have emerged, again. The people are enraged and pissed, for Morsi is the first elected president of Egypt since the royal family has been dethroned. However, Elsisi is a military man, and solving problems with peaceful negotiation isn't on the table.

And now, almost two years after the coup, Elsisi is the country's president despite the people's grouse; riots are rising, and the situation is unhinged, or Ala kaff ifreet [On a Jinny's palm] as the locals say. On one hand, Marc thinks, it may be in favour, he can easily carry on his god's wishes without much trouble, since the country is already in chaos, he can deal with and use it to his advantage, all he needs to do is to keep himself in check, and bury his emotions inside his consciousness, he's pretty good at that after all. He can do it — he must.

Marc flinches a bit as the plane sinks harder, and he sneers. Yep, definitely gonna hold it. He snickers.

“Heya awwal marrah as'ab marrah,” [The first time is the hardest one.]

Marc's head turns around, his adjacent traveller looking at him with concern. A kid girl, an elementary school student, fifth grade maybe. She has a dark and curly hair, her tan skin is revealed by the sleeveless top she wears.

She extends her hand to him, smiling so innocently, a window between her teeth is apparent, ready to cradle the permanent ones. “Feek temsek edy law awez,” [You can hold my hand if you want.]

Marc nods and swallows, surprising even himself when finds his hand reach out to hers. His large hand engulfs her tiny one, and oddly enough, he finds something sedating about the whole act.

“Sh-shukran,” [Thanks.] He tries to smile, but his lips curl into a grimace instead, the girl giggles.

“Enta mush masri?” [You're not Egyptian?]

Marc shakes his head, “No.”

The girl's smile widens, “No?”

“Ana amriki.” [I'm American]

“Oh! Amriki wo betetkallam arabi? Helow awy!” [American and you speak Arabic? So cool!]

The girl laughs in zealousness, “My name's Shahd, and you're...?”

“Marc,”

“Ammo Marc,” Shahd says, “Enta jay ala Masr leh?” [Why did you come to Egypt?]

Ammo? Marc raises an eyebrow, does he look that old to have a young kid calling him uncle? He's only freaking twenty nine; he scowls a bit.

“Uhhh...” Marc regards the young girl's face, discombobulated.

Of course, he'd not tell an eleven years-old why he's really here, and most certainly, he can't tell anyone, obviously. But looking at her grinning face unsettles him more than he already is. Wait, maybe she's one of those young spies who are trained to ensnare people who are like he's used to be. He's encountered many of them before, when he was still a soldier then a CIA agent, serving in Iraq and Afghanistan and many other places, child recruits who work for certain groups and systems. Fuck, he even told her his real name.

Way to go, Spector, way to go...

“To see the pyramids?” She asks him, still giving him that toothless grin.

Damn, why is he so tense and suspicious? She's just a kid, a fucking kid, he can deal with her, he can deal with much worse.

Marc nods, flexing his brows, “Oh, yeah, to see the pyramids,”

“Ya'ni enta tourist?” [Means you're a tourist?]

“Exactly,” He hisses unintentionally when the plane dips down and the landing gear meets the ground. Shahd squeezes his hand for assurance, still smiling at him.

Marc gazes at their clasped hands, hers is so small compared to his, so soft and delicate compared to his calloused and rough one. He closes his eyes for a moment, seeing a blurry image of Randall's hand clutching into his desperately as he tries to push himself up to save himself from drowning, he sees his little brother crying and begging for help, panicked and scared to death, his only hope in his big brother to save them both, which he terribly failed at.

Marc yanks his hand from Shahd's. They look at eachother awkwardly for a moment, Shahd's blinking and Marc's swallowing hard. He throws a quick scan around before asking, “Howa feen babaki wo mamtek?” [Where are your parents?] He clears his throat and adds, “Akeed mush betsafri lewahdek, mush kida?” [Surely you don't travel alone, right?] He tries to grin playfully at her.

Shahd giggles, “Akeed la ya ammo Marc!” [Of course no, uncle Marc!] Then she points at the chair two lines in front of them to the left. Marc traces her finger to see a man watching them both, a proud smile on his face.

“Da babaya!” [That's Daddy!] She exclaims, “Baba bus! Ammo Marc amriki wo beyetkallam arabi zayina!” [Look, daddy! Uncle Marc's American and speaks Arabic like us!]

Marc tries to smile cordially, his qualms rising again in his chest, “She's lovely,”

“Thank you, sir,” The man smiles back, something truly genuine haloes his presence. Marc feels a bit more relieved.

The plane's movement hauls to a stop, then another stewardess' voice echoes through, in Arabic then English, politely informing the passengers of the safe landing they just had, then she courteously instructs them to keep calm and to not jostle among eachother, then wishes them a happy trip.

Marc loosens his belt then waits for several minutes before he moves and grabs his bags from the cabin baggage. He then puts his cap on his head, and takes a gum into his mouth and starts chewing on it. And before he walks down the aisles, a small hand tugs on his shirt.

“Nice to meet you, Ammo Marc,” Shahd extends her hand with confidence.

Marc smiles, “Nice to meet ya, kid,” He shakes her hand. She giggles and Marc's smile softens more. He offers her a gum which she delightfully accepts.

When he sees her father he nods at him in acknowledgement. Shahd's dad smiles back as he says in Arabian-accented English “Enjoy your stay in Masr, sir!”

Marc is already past him, he scoffs at himself, “Yeah, sure I will.”

•••

“Yeah, I'm in, Frenchie,” Marc's head rests against his right shoulder, while holding the phone in between, and unpacking his stuff. He sighs, grabbing the phone with his hand now, “Told ya I need a man to watch from afar, and can't trust anyone but you, Frenchie,”

It's a conversation he and his friend have had before. His co-worker and right hand, Jean-Paul Duchamp, has insisted to come along and help Marc in Egypt by being at the latter's side.

“Oui, oui, you did make it clear, Marc,” Duchamp's French accent answers from the other side of the line, “But let me remind you, shall I sense anything off, I'd certainly come for the rescue,”

Marc chuckles, “Yeah, counting on that actually,”

Duchamp guffaws, “You rascal,” Marc can see a very clear picture of his friend twirling his mustache playfully. “Anyway, sent you the info you might need on this case, if you want anything else, just gimme a call, d'accord?”

“Yeah, sure,” Marc scratches his eyebrow with his thumbnail, “Anything else?”

Duchamp clears his throat before he adds, “Well, actually yes, Marc,” He stops for a moment, “You're surely aware that, after the huge amount of investigation we've had, this is most likely has a link to what happened that day, aren't you?”

Marc tries to sound unaffected, unfazed, “Your point?”

“Are you ready to face it again, Marc?” Duchamp's usual sarcastic tone disappears as he asks, “Are you ready to—”

Marc cuts him off, “What happened that day remains in the past, Frenchie,”

“We have yet to locate him as you know,”

Marc cards a hand through his hand indignantly, “Doesn't matter,”

“You sure? Last time you underestimated him, he made a hole in your stomach and left you to die in the desert.”

“Yes,” Marc snaps, exasperated, “But I came back alive, didn't I?”

“Oui, somehow,”

“Then there's no need to worry, Frenchie,”

After they bid eachother goodbyes, Marc starts to set up his computer supplies, wires and devices have soon covered the entire room. From a year onwards, Marc has been careful when it comes to use Khonshu's armour, he doesn't summon it until the situation grows critical and too serious, he can handle many situations depending only on his skills and talents, obtained from years of experience, as a warrior against evildoers and sinners. He couldn't risk drawing the attention of the intelligence and the chance of being arrested; an international fugitive, uses superpowers and act as a vigilante. He either would be dragged to acquiesce to the bullshit they name "Sokovia Accords" or they're going to throw his ass in prison if he refuses to submit to it, which he certainly will do, like they did to many Avengers members.

Moon Knight doesn't work like that, he doesn't submit to anyone's wishes but his god, which in this case is Khonshu. The world is indeed going into deeper shit, with the Avengers split, and two of them are off of the world, crime has been increasing around the globe. That's when Moon Knight must act, maybe that what motivates him to keep doing this even though he hates it. It's his way to atone for his misdeeds.

“You know I will protect you with everything I have; you are worth protecting.”

Marc closes his eyes, trying not to startle, whipping his head to face his master. He nods silently, craning his head up to gaze at the deity, the one who saved his life two years ago. He still remembers every bit of it, every moment of it. Marc still feels the cold steel of his gun pressing against his chin ready to end his misery underneath the god's statue, still feels his blood life gushing out of his stomach, streaming and smearing the white sand he crawled upon, still hears his choked apologies for the people who'd met their demise because of his actions.

“You shall face your fears, Marc Spector,” He remarks, “And by my name you shall crush them underneath your feet and by that, you're going to protect the travellers of the night.”

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a-mag-a-day · 2 years ago

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MAG 55 - in the kitchen baking that apple bread pudding…

Jon is properly traumatised by the Prentiss incident, isn't he…?

I've had ant infestations (they crawl in in the summer, not every summer, every few years or so) and a hornets nest in my attic with their entry right above my bedroom window. Bit annoying. I liked to watch them though, they sometimes flew in pretty cool formations. At least, it looked like a formation to me. Unrelated to "infestations", but I once had a single bee fly into my bedroom. I left her with the windows open and when I returned she had crawled under my blanket! That's when I kicked her out, it was rude! xD

Oh while we're talking about ants, a friend of mine has a small colony as "pets". They are very funny! One crawled to the top of the terrarium and stretched its tiny arm through the screen. It gave me a high five!

"it was hard to be sure of his shape inside the huge, brown suit he was wearing." - Why is everyone wearing brown formal wear? Amherst here, as well as Alfred Grifter, Raymond Fielding wears a tan coat. A friend on mine asked me on her listen "Who's that in the brown suit?" and I was like "which one do you mean???"… Brown suits are the Michaels of clothes!

Arthur Nolan… So he wanted to get rid of the nest by calling a normal Pest Control dude…?

"And then it began to… scream. Not the sound of air escaping, or a buzzing that sounded like screaming, the weird nest thing was letting out a long, warbling cry of anger and pain." - the worms also screamed when they died.

JON "Are you saying there might be more out there like her?" JORDAN "God, I hope not. I don’t know. The man from the ant house, he wasn’t like her, not at all." - So how many Avatars/monsters out there are ones with exactly the same abilities so we could say they are the same kind? Purposefully? Like Jon and Gertrude were Archivists. (Not counting Breekon & Hope as I think they were actually one entity. Breekon says it's not right to be on his own.) The Anatomy students probably as well as the Anglerfish victims. Both Stranger (Breekon & Hope would also be Stranger). Interesting. No individuality.

JON "It doesn’t sound like he’s another flesh hive… and yet… No connection, except disease, and insects, and a foul smell when they burn." - Very good! Were does one aspect begin and the other end? Why connect them both except for the reason, that it feels right? Dream logic.

The supplemental is rather anticlimactic here in terms of plot. However it's very nostalgic. And sad.

Ohh I never noticed the brown suit thing! Love that detail, maybe it's part of joining the fear club

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #mag 55 #lycanlovingvampyre

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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Brothers

In which, Luke develops feelings for Matt’s little sister.

Luke Alvez x Reader, Brother!Matt Simmons x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, sibling banter, cm level of case details/violence, mentions of death, guns and gunshots, lots of pining, mentions of pregnancy and birth, kissing.

Category: fluff with a little bit of angst

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: combined this request and this request to come up with this :)

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The phone rang at what felt like quite literally the crack of dawn. “What?” you groaned when you picked up. “Where are you?” your brother’s voice filled your ear from the other side of the phone.

“In bed, where else would I be at..” you pulled the phone away from your ear to check the time “5:56 in the morning?”

Matt chuckled, “do you know a girl named Jenna Parker?” he asked.

“I do, why ? Oh god, you're not cheating on Kristy right ? I swear if you’re calling to lie for you Matthew, I'll-” he cut you off.

“Shut up y/n and what did I tell you about calling me Matthew? I’m not cheating on Kristy you idiot, Jenna was killed last night” you sat up in bed, “What ? I saw her at dinner last night”

“Stay where you are and get dressed. Agents will be at the hotel to collect your team for questioning” he told you.

“Matt I had nothing to do with this, you know that right ?”

“I know, standard procedure. I’ll see you later” he hung up.

You dragged yourself out of bed and got dressed. Jenna’s face kept reappearing in your thoughts, she had only joined your team recently and she was an absolute sweetheart. She was telling you how excited she was to join the team last night at dinner.

A knock on the door broke your thoughts, you unlocked it assuming that your brother had come to get you.

This was most definitely not your brother.

The man at your door had dark brown hair and tan skin.Something about his eyes made you want to stare into them forever, they were a soft brown mocha colour. He had a piece of paper in his hand, his finger ran across the page, “are you.. y/n?” he asked you

“I am and you are?”

“Agent Luke Alvez, I’m with the BAU. I’m here to pick you up for questioning”

“Oh yeah, get me one second” you turned around and headed back into your room, Luke followed you in. “Ever heard of privacy ?” you picked up your phone and a sweater. “Oh sorry, I can’t let you in here by yourself until we processed you” he explained to you. “Lovely” you pulled on your sweater, he motioned for you to head out of the room.

You stepped out first, he shut your door as the two of you walked down the hallway. “Your last name is Simmons ?” he looked over at you as you got on the elevator. “Mhm hm” you pulled your phone out to text your brother.

To Matt: On my way now. Your friend is weird.

From Matt: Who’s my friend ?

To Matt: Handsome guy with the pretty brown eyes, think his name is Luke

From Matt: stop objectifying my friends, I'll see you soon.

Luke didn't say anything else to you, the drive to the station was quiet except for you conducting your own little interrogation.

“How long have you worked for the BAU ?” you looked out the window,

“About 2 years now. How long have you been swimming ?” he rebutted.

“My whole life”

It did occur to Luke that you might be Matt’s little sister. He knew how proud Matt was of you and your swimming career, he also knew that Matt was supposed to see you this weekend while you were in D.C for training. After all, the sweater did say Simmons on the back, it couldn’t be a coincidence.

Luke walked you into the station, the rest of your team was already there. “Hi, you must be y/n” a tall woman came up to you, she had short brown hair and she looked remarkably good considering how early it was.

“That would be me” you smiled at her, “you are?” she stuck her hand out for you, “Dr. Tara Lewis with the BAU” you shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you Dr. Lewis” “You too”

Tara excuses herself from you, Luke walks you over to a waiting area. All the girls were separated for obvious reasons but with nothing else to do, you figured you’d irritate Luke.

“Why can’t I see the rest of my team?”

“Standard procedure”

“And what is this standard procedure ?”

“It’s-” “Stop harassing him y/n” your brother said as he walked into the room.

You stood up and gave him a hug. It had been so long since you last saw your brother.

“Hey you” he gave you a good squeeze, “hey” you smiled at him.

Matt led you to a room and you took a seat at the table. “I can’t do your questioning because I'm your brother but I'm leaving you in good hands” Luke and Tara walked in a few moments after. “You’re leaving me with pretty eyes over here ? I might just get distracted and forget what he asked” you chuckle, Luke looks away but you manage to catch the blush you comment caused.

“Behave y/n, I'll be back later” Matt kissed the top of your head before walking out.

Luke and Tara sit across from you. “How did you meet Jenna ?” Tara asked you, “she was on my swim team, she joined a few months ago”

“Were the two of you close ?”

“Not really, we didn't hang outside of practice but we got along”

“Is there anyone that would have a reason to hurt Jenna ?” Luke asked this time.

You paused, something Jenna had said to another one of the girls cause caught your attention a while back. “Not that I know of but apparently someone had broken into her apartment a while back. She was telling one of the other girls and I heard them. She moved from there though”

“Do you have the address ? I’ll have Garcia check if she filed a report”

“47 Park Street, not sure what unit was hers” you drummed your fingers against the table. Tara’s phone rang and she excused herself before stepping out of the interrogation room. Luke was also on the phone but he stayed in the room, you took a moment to really look at him. He wore a black button up that fit him far too well for your liking, his hair was messy but not like he had just rolled out of bed, more like his hands had been through it a few times. His tongue ran across his lips while he talked on his phone. Luke's hands rested on the table, he spun the pen on the table around a few times before getting off the call.

God were his hands pretty, the things you’d let him do to you with those hands

“Y/n ?” Luke’s voice broke your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Do you know if Jenna was seeing anyone ? A boyfriend maybe ?”

“Um no boyfriend but she was seeing a girl she met through our coach”

“Oh okay, do you know her name ?”

“Erica, uh her last name started with a G ? I’m not really sure”

“That’s fine, thank you. I’ll be back” was all he said before stepping out of the room. You watched as he walked out, he stood by the window talking to some skinny guy.

Your definition of the perfect man was Luke and everything he seemed to be, but you doubted that anything could happen between the two of you. He seems to be ignoring your glances and your flirty remarks all morning. Matt was the other issue, never would he ever let you date anyone on his team, let alone one of his close friends.

“Alvez!” Tara shouts as she meets him up by the suv “Hey, need a ride ? I'm headed to the crime scene” he asks her, she nods before getting in the car. The drive was quiet, Tara kept glancing over at Luke and snickering.

“Okay c’mon, what is it ?”

“Nothing”

“You keep looking at me funny, what happened ? something on my face?” Luke runs his hand over his face, Tara shakes her head.

“Tara, what is it ?”

“Luke, you’ve got a crush on Simmons” she laughs.

“Matt ? I don't have a crush on Matt”

“No you idiot, y/n. You have a crush on y/n”

“What? No I don't”

Okay maybe Luke did have a tiny crush on her but Matt would never approve of him dating his little sister and he wouldn't let a crush affect his work life.

“Alvez, don’t act stupid. I know I wasn't the only one noticing the glances between you two, I saw them since the two of you came in this morning. And that ‘pretty eyes’ comment ? she totally made you blush” Tara chuckled, “she’s into you dude, and you’re into her”

“She’s Matt’s sister Tara, I’m not gonna do that”

“So what if she’s Matt’s sister? She’s her own person. Matt doesn’t control her Luke.”

Luke just hummed, Tara did have a valid point. Y/n was a grown up, she can make her own decisions. So what if Matt was mad at them ?

God Alvez, what are you thinking ? That’s his sister, you couldn’t do that to him.

Luke pulled into the hotel parking lot. He followed Tara inside but he wasn’t paying attention. He was there but he wasn't really there, his mind kept wandering back to y/n.

Oh how he envied Spencer in that moment, he knew that he wouldn't remember how y/n looked exactly when he first met her but he’d keep that memory for as long as he could remember it. Her shuffling feet, her messy hair and her sleep laced voice, she seemed like an angel on earth to him.

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“Kid?” an older man shook your shoulder gently. “Hm, what is it ?” you stretched, you must have fallen asleep after Luke left. “you can leave, maybe get some rest when you get back to the hotel” the man chuckled, and you smiled at him.

“Thank you,” you looked at his badge, “Agent Rossi” you finished your sentence.

“Please just Dave” he smiled and opened the door for you, you stepped out of the room. “You’re Matt’s sister aren’t you ?”

“That would be me”

“He’s outside. He should be able to give you a ride back to the hotel, if not, I'm in here” Dave told you.

“Thank you, it was nice meeting you”

“You too kid” he patted your back and headed in the opposite direction.

You walked out of the station to see your brother and Luke standing by the suv talking about something. “Hey ugly” you poked Matt’s side, “hey tiny” he hit your arm playfully making you pout. “I’m not tiny”

“oh but you are”

“shut it Matthew, I need a ride”

“Where to ?”

“My bed bro, Dave said I could leave”

“You’re on a first name basis with my colleagues?”

“Jealous that they’ll like me better?” you raised your eyebrows and held back a laugh.

“Oh yeah totally oh my god, y/n please don’t take my friends from me” Matt said sarcastically while giving your shoulder a little nudge.

Luke chuckled at the both of you and your banter, it was sweet how close the two of you were.

Your sweet moment was ruined by the sound of bullets hitting the suv. Matt’s first instinct was to wrap his arms around you, Luke stood there with his gun drawn and no one in sight except you and Matt.

“What the hell was that ?” Luke asked, he stepped back taking a look around once more and turned back to you and Matt. “Are you okay ?” Matt asked you with his arms still around you, you nodded. “Are you okay ?” you asked him but your eyes were on Luke. Luke noticed your look and gave you a little nod, “I'm fine, let’s get you back”

Luke left you and Matt in the parking lot with the keys to his suv before heading into the station to get Emily. Matt drove you back to the hotel, you sat in the parking lot with him for a while, Matt was showing you pictures of the kids and how big they’ve gotten. You had yet to meet the newest addition to the Simmons family, the little one that has yet to be born but it’s like the baby is already here. Matt was so excited even though this was the 4th time Kristy would be giving birth.

“You’re going to be okay ?” Matt asked you as he walked you to your room

“Yeah, I'll be okay Matt”

“You know what to do if you need anything right ?”

“Yes Matt, I'll call my super cool FBI agent for a brother to come rescue me” you laughed making Matt roll his eyes.

“That’s exactly what you’ll do, now you’re sure you don’t want to come back to my place ? Kristy and the kids are at home and I’m sure they’d love to see their aunt”

“Hm, maybe. Let me get my stuff ?”

“I’ll help”

Matt walked into your room and helped you gather your things before heading back to the suv and driving you to his place. “Babe!” Matt called as he walked into the house, “Shh the kids just went down for a nap, they were playing outside all day” Kristy told him, giving him a hug.

“Is the case over already ?” she asked him, he shook his head.

“No, just had to bring our guest over”

Right on cue, you walked in with your bags. “Hey pretty lady!” you pulled Kristy into a hug, “Hey you!” she hugged you back, well as best as she could considering she had a huge bump right now. “Ready to pop yet ?” you laughed with your hand on her belly. “Just about, I told him no more after this one” she gave Matt a look and he just shrugged.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so-” Matt started but you cut him off

“Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, I don’t wanna hear that”

Matt and Kristy laughed at your comment, Matt headed back out to work while you helped Kristy make dinner for your little rug rats.

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Luke sat in the conference room when Matt came back. “Hey man, where’s your sister?” he glanced at Matt, “she’s at my place with Kristy and the kids” he told him. Luke let out an ‘oh’ that sounded rather sad.

“You okay man ?”

“Oh yeah, I'm fine”

“Then what’s with the sad look on your face ?”

Matt sat across from Luke waiting for his answer. Luke contemplated if he could tell Matt what was really on his mind or if he should make up something. Would he be mad if I liked her ? The voice rang through his head over and over again. “She’s her own person. Matt doesn’t control her Luke.” Tara’s words came back to him. He should just tell him how he feels, he doesn't want to lie to him.

“Is your sister seeing anyone ?” Luke blurts out much more awkwardly than he’d expected, Matt gave him a weird look.

“I don't think so, why do you ask ?” Matt looked over at him

“Oh just cause the case, gotta cover all the bases” Luke lied

“Are you sure that’s the reason you’re asking me about her ?”

Did Matt know ? No, he couldn't know. He played it cool. Oh what was he thinking? Tara figured it out, Luke’s sure Matt did too.

“What do you mean ?” Luke avoids Matt’s stare, instead he busies himself with the papers scattered across the table.

“You know exactly what I mean Luke.” Luke’s eyes met Matt’s, Luke knew that Matt knew and he couldn't bullshit his way out of this one. “Come on” Matt stood up, Luke mirrored his actions. “Where are we going ?”

“Just come with me”

The two men walked out of the station and got into the car. They were now 15 minutes into their ride and Matt has yet to tell Luke where they're going. Luke looks over at him, “I know you like her” Matt says quietly. “I do” Luke replies.

The rest of the drive is silent, Matt pulls into his driveway.

“Tell her” was all Matt said to him

“Tell her what?”

“Tell her you like her, you both deserve happiness. I trust her judgement, she always did know what was good for her and you, I trust you with my life man, I can trust you with her” Matt told him before getting out of the car. Luke stayed in the car for a few minutes gathering his thoughts before headed into the house.

“Hey” he smiled at Kristy who was in the living room, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.

“Hey Luke, how are you ?”

“I’m good, how are you ?”

“Very pregnant” she laughed, Luke chuckled making his way over to her and gave her a hug. Kristy knew why he was there, Matt wasn’t the only one with profiling skills in the house.

“She’s in the backyard” Kristy gave Luke’s hand a squeeze, Luke had an amused look on his face as if Kristy wasn't supposed to know about his crush on y/n. Luke whispered a thank you to her before heading to the backyard.

You sat on the swing hanging from the tree, you had been there when Matt put it up. Kristy had a vision of a swing from her tree and Matt being the husband he is, made her vision a reality. The sound of footsteps filled your ears, too heavy to be Kristy or the kids and too light to be Matt’s, you look up to see Luke standing in front of you.

“Hey there agent, here to arrest me ?” you stick your hands out in front of you, the blush you saw this morning was back. “Kidding Luke, what’s up ?” you asked him, he leaned against the tree watching you swing back and forth.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing after this afternoon”

“Oh the parking lot thing ? I'm fine, are you okay ?”

“I’m good too”

Silence filled the air, you swung back and forth on the swing while your feet dangled above the ground. Luke stood in front of you, his hands on the rope stopping you from swinging again. You looked up at the man who was looking down at you.

“I came here to tell you something” Luke says.

“I’m listening” you look at him.

“I like you” he admits.

“That’s cool, I like you too” you reply casually.

Luke gives you a look, only then did you realize that he meant he liked you, as in he was attracted to you and not he likes you as a friend. “Oh you like like me?” you said making Luke chuckle, “yes y/n, I like like you” he admitted to you.

This whole scene made you feel rather childish in some ways. Your older brother’s friend was towering over you while you sat on a swing like a child and he admitted he had feelings for you, especially after you asked if he “like likes’ you.

“Well for your information, I don’t like you” you said rather bluntly. Luke’s smile dropped from his face. “Oh okay” he turned on his heels and made his way to the fence, you sat on the swing and realized he wasn't coming back towards you.

“Luke!” you shouted as you ran after him, meeting on the front lawn, he stopped and looked at you. “I was only kidding” your hands cupped his face, “I do like you, a lot.” you admitted.

“Do you like like me though y/n?” he asked seriously.

“Yes Luke, I like like you” you rolled your eyes playfully.

Luke pulled you closer to him by your waist as he leaned down towards you. You were on your tiptoes, his hands on your hips to hold you before you toppled over. Luke’s lips met yours right as the sprinklers on the front lawn turned on.

The two of you stood on the lawn, the sprinklers soaking your clothes without a care in the world.

All you could think about was Luke.

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selfignitingimagines · 3 years ago

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Stiles- If I Can’t Have You, No One Can (Obsessed Part 4)

A/N: When I was initally writing this series I had a set plan for where I wanted it to end and how. I was recently rewatching the last few episodes of season 2 and I got struck with some inspiration. Let me know down below if you guys want a part 5 so I can continue the series!

TRIGGER WARNING: Stalking, kidnapping

Here are the links for Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

“Right there!” Stiles cried, frantically gesturing toward the computer screen on his dad’s desk. “Stop! Stop! See? There he is again.”

They were scrolling through hours of security footage recorded at the hospital the night one of Matt’s victims was killed. So far, all they had managed to capture were shots of him with his back turned. This tape was no different.

“You mean there’s the back of his head again,” the Sheriff told him.

“Okay, but look. He’s talking to someone!”

Scott followed Stiles’ gaze. His eyes widened. “He’s talking to my mom.”

He hastily pulled out his phone out of his jeans and called his mom, hoping she would be able to confirm that it was Matt. Stiles tapped his foot nervously as they talked. His shoulders slumped in relief when he heard her say that Matt was the one she had seen.

“Alright,” the Sheriff said when she hung up. He picked up a manila evidence folder from his desk.

“We’ve got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site...”

“And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders,” Stiles said. “The trailer, the hospital, and the rave.”

“Actually four,” the Sheriff told him, flipping through the documents in the folder. “A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt a few hours before the murder.”

Stiles let out a sigh of relief. “Alright, Dad, if one’s an incident, two’s a coincidence, and three’s a pattern, what’s four?”

“Four’s enough for a warrant.”

Stiles curled his fist in triumph. “We can find Y/n.”

“Scott, call your mom back. See how quickly she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott’s mom in when she gets here.”

“On it.” Stiles nodded hastily and turned down the hall.

His whole body was humming with adrenaline now. He had spent the whole night terrified, wondering what Matt was doing to you. Stiles knew you were probably betting on the fact that they would find you. After all, it was what he would have done in your situation.

You have saved each other plenty of times before, and now it was his turn again. He knew he could do it, he just wasn’t sure what Matt would do to you in the meantime.

Stiles had tried his best to protect you, but he knew it hadn’t been enough. He should have pushed harder when he suggested you go to the police the other night. He should have kept a closer eye on you at the party, but he had been too caught up in his own issues.

He tried to shake off those thoughts as he walked down the halls of the station, telling himself that he still had time to make up for it. He had told you the other night that everything he did was to keep you safe, and that was still true.

As he rounded the corner of the hall, Stiles realized that the officer on duty was no longer standing at the front desk.

“Hello?” he called, looking around for her.

That was when he noticed her black combat boot sticking out from behind the corner of the desk. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and he realized she was lying on the floor among a mess of fallen papers. Her eyes were wide open, but they weren’t moving, and her tan uniform was stained dark red with blood.

She was dead, but as Stiles took in the horrific sight, he also noticed another chilling detail. The holster on her hip was empty. Someone had taken her gun.

Stiles stumbled back, turning around, only to come face to face with you.“Y/n?”

Tears were slipping from your eyes, and your lip was trembling. You looked terrified, standing there in your disheveled dress. It was the same one you had been wearing at the party last night.

Matt was standing behind you, one hand one your shoulder as he pressed the dead officer’s gun into your back.

“If you make one move I’ll shoot her,” he told Stiles.

Stiles reluctantly held up his hands. “Okay. Okay, fine.”

“I’m sorry,” you mouthed, but he shook his head. You had to know this wasn’t your fault.

Matt kept the barrel of the gun pressed against your back as Stiles led you further into the station. He turned into his dad’s office, and you realized that the Sheriff and your brother were also there.

“Y/n!” Scott cried.

He started forward, but Matt ordered him to stop, waving the gun so he and the others could see it.

“Matt,” the Sheriff said slowly. He held up his hands.

“It’s Matt, right? Matt, whatever’s going on, I guarantee there’s a solution that doesn’t involve a gun.”

Matt’s lips curled into a sick grin. “You know it’s funny you say that, because I don’t think you’re aware of just how right you are.”

“I know you don’t wanna hurt people-”

“Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You four weren’t on my list, but I could be persuaded...and one way is to try calling somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing.”

Scott ripped his hand out of his pocket, looking between you and Stiles apologetically.

“That...that could definitely get someone hurt.”

“Everyone?” Matt gestured with the gun, and you knew he was telling them to give up their phones. “Now!”

“Come on,” the Sheriff told the boys calmly.

Stiles looked back at you.

“Pretty sure he tossed mine out the window last night,” you muttered.

Matt led the four of you to the tiny jail at the back of the station. There, he made Stiles handcuff his dad to a bench. You felt your stomach drop. Now the three of you were completely on your own with Matt.

He waved the three of you in front of him and forced you to walk up to the front of the station. As you passed by another hallway, you gasped.

Three other officers were lying in the hallway and all of them appeared to be dead. Their chests had been ripped open so forcefully that every wall around them was splattered with blood.

You looked away, fighting the urge to vomit.

“What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?” Scott demanded.

“No,” Matt said with a scoff. “That’s what Jackson’s for. I just think about killing them...and he does it.”

He forced you back into Stilinski’s office, where he made Stiles log into his dad’s computer. Matt had him delete every bit of evidence, including the video footage of him at the hospital. Scott was destroying the paper evidence in the shredder, including the shoe prints that would have matched Matt’s boots.

Stiles glared at Matt from behind the desk, wanting to rip him apart as he stroked his fingers down your hair. He had forced you to sit next to him on the couch, and you were currently staring intently at the tiled floor.

Stiles had already seen the bruises Matt had left on your throat. The only thing keeping him from jumping across that desk was the knowledge that Matt would have Jackson rip all of you to pieces at a moment’s notice.

“Deleted,” he told Matt bitterly, gesturing toward the computer. “And we’re done. So, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it, because they killed you first-whatever that means-we’re good here, right? I’ll just get my dad and we’ll go. You know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing, enjoy the Kanima.”

Before he could respond, the glow of headlights swept through the windows. You could hear tires crunching on the gravel of the parking lot outside.

“Sounds like your mom’s here,” Matt told you and Scott.

“Matt, don’t do this,” you begged.

“When she comes to the door, we’ll just tell her to leave,” Scott added. “I’ll tell her we didn’t find anything! Please, Matt.”

The sound of the metal door creaking open echoed through the station, and Matt grinned. “If you don’t move now, I’m gonna kill Y/n first, and then your mom.”

He pressed the gun up against your back, and Scott glared at him. Matt pulled you up by the back of your dress and gestured for Scott and Stiles to go first.

“Open it,” he ordered Scott, when you had made your way back to the front lobby.

“Please,” Scott begged one more time.

“Open. The. Door,” Matt told him, enunciating each word carefully.

Scott reached out, shaking his head regretfully. When he turned the knob, the door slowly creaked open to reveal the person standing there. It wasn’t your mom, but Derek Hale.

“Oh thank god,” Scott breathed.

But Derek simply stared at him. Then, he pitched forward and slammed straight onto the floor below. Jackson was standing behind him, half transformed. He held up one scaly hand, still dripping with clear venom, and stalked into the lobby.

Matt walked over and knelt in front of Derek, flipping him on his back. He was now completely paralyzed.

“This is the one controlling him?” Derek asked from the floor. “This kid?”

“Well, Derek, not everyone’s lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf.”

Matt straightened up, glancing between you, Scott, and Stiles. “That’s right! I’ve learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas...it’s like a freakin’ halloween party every full moon.”

He smirked. “Except for you Stiles. What do you turn into?”

Stiles glared at him.

“Abominable snowman,” he snarked. “But it’s more of, like, a wintertime thing. You know...seasonal.”

Matt rolled his eyes, and in seconds, Jackson was swiping his claws across the back of Stiles neck.

“Hey!” you cried.

“Bitch,” Stiles swore at Matt, before his knees went out from under him. He crashed onto the ground, right on top of Derek’s chest.

“Get him off of me,” Derek growled.

Matt laughed. “Oh, I don’t know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must suck though, having all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you’re not used to feeling this helpless.”

Derek glared up at him from the floor. “Still got some teeth. Scoot down here a little closer, huh? We’ll see how helpless I am.”

“Yeah, bitch.”

Stiles’ voice was muffled from being facedown against Derek’s chest, but you couldn’t help but smile.

For the second time that night, headlights flashed through the windows of the sheriff’s station. You could hear another car pulling to a stop outside.

“Is that your mom?” Matt asked. “Do what I tell you to, and I won’t hurt her. I won’t even let Jackson near her.

“Scott, don’t trust him,” Stiles mumbled into Derek’s shirt.

Scott remained frozen in front of the door, but Matt was impatient. He reached forward, snatching you by your hair and tugging you back against him. He wrapped his arm around your neck, squeezing against your windpipe and cutting off your breath.

“This work better for you?” he asked Scott.

You reached up, scratching at his arms, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Okay, stop, just stop,” your brother begged.

“Then do what I tell you to!” Matt spat.

“Okay, alright, stop!”

Matt finally let you go, right as you were on the verge of blacking out. You hit the floor on your hands and knees, gasping and dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

“You,” Matt said, gesturing to Jackson. “Take them in there. You two, with me.”

He yanked you up off the ground by your arm, and gestured for Scott to open the door as Jackson hauled Derek and Stiles out of the lobby.

When the door finally opened, Matt pulled you behind the corner of the hallway. You could hear the door squeaking open, and your mom asking “Scott?”

You were trembling as Matt held you back against his chest. What would he do to your mom?”

“You scared me,” you heard her say. “Where is everyone?”

That was when Matt shoved you out in front of him. Your mom gasped your name. As far as she had known, you were still missing.

When she saw Matt come out behind you and press the gun against your back, she froze.

“Mom,” Scott told her nervously. “Just do what he says. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you.”

“He’s right,” Matt agreed.

Then, he raised the gun, and shot Scott in the stomach. You and your mom both screamed, but as she rushed forward, Matt pointed the gun at you.

“But I didn’t say I wouldn’t hurt him.”

Scott was holding himself up using the wall, just barely managing to not fall to his knees. He had one hand pressed against his side, and blood was beginning to pool through his shirt. You knew he would heal from the gunshot wound, but your mom didn’t.

She tried to step forward, but Matt waved the gun.

“Back! Back!” he ordered.

“Mom,” Scott choked. “Mom, do it. Please mom.”

You could hear Stiles' dad from all the way at the back of the station. He had undoubtedly heard the gunshot.

“Matt! Matt, listen to me-!”

“Shut up!” Matt roared. “Shut up! Everybody shut the hell up!”

He gestured to Scott before training the gun back on you. “Get up, or I shoot your sister next.”

“Please,” your mom begged. Tears were running down her cheeks. “He needs to see a doctor.”

Matt tilted his head. “You think so?”

“It’s alright,” Scott insisted. “I’m okay.”

“No, sweetie, you’re not,” your mom insisted.

She began to babble about how he was just feeling the adrenaline, how he needed to get to the hospital. You looked over at your brother, and he met your eyes. There was no way he was going to be able to keep his secret after this, provided you all made it out alive.

“They have no idea, do they?” Matt asked you.

You didn’t answer him. Your mom was still trying to convince Matt to let her take Scott to the hospital.

“Lady, if you keep talking, I’m going to put the next bullet in her head.”

He raised the gun to your skull. Your breath caught in your throat when you felt the barrel of the gun against your skin.

Your mom took a deep breath, and held up her hands. Tears were streaming down her face, leaving wet lines of black mascara. “Okay...okay.”

Matt shoved you in front of him, pushing you down the hall. He paraded you back through the station, and locked your mom into the cell next to the bench Stilinski was cuffed to.

When Matt shut the cell door, your mom reached out through the bars, grasping your hand tightly. “You’re okay?”

You nodded, tears slipping from your own eyes. “I’m okay. Stiles and Scott made sure I was safe.”

“Back to the front McCall!” Matt barked. “Both of you!”

You glanced back at your mom reluctantly as Matt shoved you in front of him. He walked behind you and your brother as you headed out into the hallway. Then, he herded you into the station breakroom.

There were a few tables and some chairs, but even though you were exhausted, you were too afraid to sit down. Scott leaned against one of the tables, still grasping his bloody side. You guessed the wound wasn’t fully healed yet. If the bullet hadn’t exited, it wouldn’t be able to close unless someone pulled it out.

“The evidence is gone,” Scott told him. “Why don’t you just go?” Matt raised his eyebrows. “You really think the evidence mattered that much? No. No, I want the book.”

“What book?” Scott asked him,

“The bestiary!” Matt snarled. “And not just a few pages. I want the entire thing.”

“I don’t have it. It’s Gerard’s. You told him that, didn’t you?” He was looking at you now. You shrugged. “I tried.”

Scott glanced back over at Matt. “What do you need it for, anyway?”

“I need answers.”

“Answers to what?”

Frustrated, Matt yanked up the edge of his shirt, revealing his scale-covered side. “To this!”

Scott’s eyes went wide. If Matt was turning into another kanima, there was nothing stopping him from killing whoever he wanted. When you looked at your brother’s face, you had the sneaking suspicion that you two would be next on his list.

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Stiles laid on the floor of the station, staring up at the ceiling. The tiled floor was cold against his back, which was a welcome relief considering sweat was dripping down his neck. He wasn’t sure whether it was just hot in the station, or if he was nervous. If he was being honest, it was both.

He and Derek had been lying there for what felt like hours, but Stiles knew it was probably only thirty minutes.

“Hey,” he said, breaking the silence. “Do you know what’s happening to Matt?”

“I know the book’s not gonna help him,” Derek said grimly. “You can’t just break the rules. Not like this.”

Stiles tried to look over at him from the corner of his eye.

“What do you mean?”

“The universe balances things out. It always does.”

“Is it because he’s using Jackson to kill people who don’t deserve it?”

“And killing people himself,” Derek added.

Stiles thought for a moment. “So if he breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima?”

“Balance,” Derek agreed.

“Will he believe us if we tell him that?”

“Probably not.”

Stiles sighed. “Okay, he’s gonna kill all of us once he gets that book, isn’t he?”

“Yep...except for maybe Scott’s sister.”

Stiles gritted his teeth. “I’m gonna kick his ass the second I can move again.”

“That’s a great way to get her throat ripped out too.”

Stiles didn’t respond. He knew Derek was right, but a part of him wanted to go after Matt without thinking about the consequences. He knew he had left those bruises on your neck. He knew that the minute you shattered Matt’s fantasy, he would kill you too. He had to do something before that happened.

“I know you’re in love with her.”

Stiles swallowed at Derek’s words. “Maybe.”

“I can tell. I know you’d do anything to save her, but right now, we need to be smarter.”

“Alright,” Stiles relented. “So what do we do? Do we just sit here and wait to die?”

“Unless I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster, like triggering the healing process.”

“Wha-”

He glanced down, only to realize that Derek’s claws were now protruding from his fingers. They had grown into his jeans, right into his skin, where blood was beginning to ooze.

Stiles gagged. “Oh, gross.”

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Back in the breakroom of the station, Matt shook his head, letting his shirt fall back down. He glanced between you and Scott.

“You know, I feel sorry for you guys. Cause right now you’re probably thinking ‘How am I gonna explain this when it heals?’. And the sad part is, you don’t even realize how incredible it is that you are healing. Cause you know what happens to anyone else when they get shot? They die!”

You and Scott exchanged uneasy glances.

“Is that what happened to you?” your brother asked.

Matt was silent. He was staring at the ground, but he didn’t look as vicious as he had earlier. He actually seemed kind of tired. Scott seemed to notice this too, so he continued to press.

“You drowned, didn’t you?”

“He shouldn’t have let them drink,” Matt muttered, still staring at the floor.

“What?” you asked. “Who? Matt, what do you mean?”

“Lahey!” He suddenly exploded. “He shouldn’t have let them drink.”

You flinched back, closer to your brother.

“What?” Scott asked. “Who was drinking?”

“The swim team, you idiot! I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know they had just won State…”

You and Scott listened to Matt as he went on and on. He explained how, when he was in eighth grade, he had been heading over to Isaac’s to trade comics. Mr. Lahey was throwing a party for his swim team and letting them drink around the pool. All of Matt’s victims had been there. Tucker, Cara, Bennett, even Jessica and Shawn, the married couple.

They were joking around when Matt came into the backyard, tossing each other into the pool. Isaac’s brother Camden decided to throw Matt in too. They didn’t know he couldn’t swim.

“And the next thing I know, I’m lying by the pool,” Matt explained. “And Lahey’s standing over me, and he’s saying ‘You don’t know how to swim? What little bastard doesn’t know how to swim? You say nothing. You tell no one.’ And I didn’t.”

He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “I would wake up every night, gasping for breath. My parents thought I was an asthamatic. They even got me and inhaler. They didn’t know that everytime I closed my eyes, I…I was drowning.”

He was silent for a few moments, and then he looked back at you and Scott. “And then came Kate Argent’s funeral.”

His lips began to curl into a smile as he explained how he had realized he and Jackson were bonded.

“I was taking some photos, and then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of them. I looked down at my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that filled up inside of me. I looked at him and I just...I wanted to see him dead.”

Matt let out a disbelieving laugh. “And the next day, he actually was! You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology, like...like the Furies coming down to punish Orestes.”

He looked over at Scott, who was staring at him, dumbfounded. Matt rolled his eyes. “You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”

Scott swallowed. “Was that...was that the guy that stabbed out his eyes.”

“That’s Oedipus, you dumbass!” Matt barked.

His gaze snapped over at you. “You know what I’m talking about don’t you?”

You nodded carefully. “The furies were deities of vengeance, weren’t they?”

Matt nodded. “Their tears ran of blood and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the Furies would do the punishing. Jackson is my Fury. You know, when I saw him the next night, I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again.”

Matt began to smile to himself again. “So I went to Tucker’s garage. I even paid for an oil change, and guess what? He didn’t even recognize me! So when he wasn’t looking, I took a shot of him with my camera...and in a few hours, he was dead. So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture, and Jackson would take their life.”

You glanced over at Scott, who looked just as concerned as you were. Matt was giving no indication that he would stop the killings. You were pretty sure that he and Stiles were next on his list.

Scott opened his mouth, maybe to try and convince Matt to let you all go, but he never got the chance to speak. The thick, acrid smell of smoke filled the air, and suddenly the room was engulfed in a white cloud.

Sirens began to wail, echoing through the halls of the station. They let out a sharp, bleating sound that hurt your ears.

“What is this?!” Matt demanded. “What’s happening? What’s going on?!”

He suddenly reached out, snatching you by the arm.

“I don’t know!” Scott cried. “Y/n, where are you?”

“I’m right here!”

He reached out, trying to see if he could grab you, but Matt yanked you backward against him. He pressed his gun against your side and forced you out the nearest exit.

Bright yellow emergency lights began to flicker, illuminating the breakroom. Jackson passed you and Matt as you left the room. He was headed right toward Scott. You tried to pull out of his grasp, but he dug his nails into your arm.

“Scott!” you screamed.

“I’ll have Jackson rip your mom apart next,” he snarled.

He dragged you through the halls of the station, keeping the gun pressed tightly against your side. The smoke was starting to dissipate now, and the flashing lights ensured that Matt knew where he was going.

He shoved open a door and hauled you into a darkened garage. The long room was bordered by bay doors on one side. A few desks littered the room, but it was mostly filled with police squad cars or transport vans.

Matt dragged you past tool carts and spare tires, and you struggled not to trip.

“Please, Matt,” you begged. “Just let me go.”

“Shut up!” Matt snapped. He looked around frantically until he spotted a door with a glowing, red exit sign. He pushed you toward it and forced you outside.

Cool air hit your face as you stepped out into the night, but you didn’t have time to appreciate it. He broke into a run, keeping one hand on your arm as he pulled you further from the building. Panic began to build in your chest.

A couple hundred yards ahead, the clearing you and Matt were running through ended with a line of trees. There was a small creek running at the edge of it. Farther downstream, a bridge crossed over the water. Matt began to pull you in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, you stumbled, falling onto your knees in the grass. Matt reached down to haul you up, but when his guard was down, you knocked the gun out of his hand. It landed somewhere in the grass, and he was unable to see where it went in the dark.

You scrambled onto your feet as Matt felt for the gun in the grass, but when he realized you were running, he abandoned it.

“No!”

He tackled you to the ground before you could even make it five feet away, and the impact knocked the wind out of you.

You squirmed, but he quickly pinned you down into the grass.

“Get off me!” you gasped, but his hands were pressing your wrists into the grass.

He smiled down at you, but there was an empty look in his eyes. Your heart began to pound even harder against your chest.

“Do you remember when I said that I’m not the type of guy that’s gonna say something like ‘If I can’t have her, no one can.’?”

You writhed under him, but your exhaustion had caught up with you. He was much stronger, and now that he was turning into another kanima, you didn’t have a chance of fighting him off.

Matt didn’t wait for you to respond to him. He just kept talking and grinning down at you with that sick look in his eyes.

“See, that’s not entirely true,” he mused. “Because, Y/n, if I can’t have you. No one can.”

Then his hands were on your neck, squeezing. You fought him, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. He was going to kill you.

You reached up, scratching at his hands and wrists. You could feel his skin peeling away under your nails and the warm, wet blood you were drawing. Still, it wasn’t enough.

Your vision was beginning to cloud. Your attempts to fight him off were growing weaker by the second. All you could think of was Stiles.

The two of you always seemed to be saving each other in one way or another. This time, you had hoped he would be able to rescue you, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. You knew there was no use in hoping for anything else.

Instead, you tried to think about something good. As your mind wandered, you thought of Stiles’ honey brown eyes. You thought of the surprise and delight on his face when you said something funny that he hadn’t expected. You remembered the way he had kissed you the night at the rave, his hands warm on your cheeks.

Everything was beginning to go dark, but you were content. You swore you could hear Stiles’ voice, warm and soothing...and then it was gone.

You opened your eyes, taking one painful, gasping breath. Matt’s weight was no longer on top of you. You rolled over onto your side, desperately sucking in air as you struggled to lift yourself up into a sitting position in the grass.

You looked around, wondering what had happened. That was when you saw Matt being dragged down the hill by Gerard Argent, of all people. You didn’t understand what was happening at first, but then, Gerard threw him down into the bed of the creek.

Gerard waded out until he was knee-deep in the water. Then he grabbed Matt by his t-shirt and thrust his head under water. You watched, horrified, as he drowned him in the creek.

That was when you ran, occasionally glancing over your shoulder to make sure Gerard wouldn’t follow you. He didn’t even look up. Either he would come after you later, or he just didn’t care.

You sprinted past the bridge, only to have a pair of arms reach out and snatch you back. You opened your mouth to scream, but a hand clamped down over your lips, muffling the sound.

You were pushed up against the side of the bridge, the rough stone scraping against your back. When you saw who had grabbed you, your eyes went wide. It was Peter Hale.

It suddenly crossed your mind that maybe you hadn’t escaped Matt in the clearing. Maybe you were dead. Maybe that was why you were face to face with Peter, whose throat Derek had slashed open last month.

He held one finger to his lips as he stared down at you, and while you should have been terrified, you had the odd feeling that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Watch,” he said quietly.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around, forcing you to look back at Matt and Gerard. You could see Matt’s motionless body floating in the water. Gerard was now standing up on the bank of the creek, his clothes still dripping wet. His lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. It didn’t seem to matter, because what you saw next told you everything you needed to know.

The Kanima was creeping out from the shadows, wandering toward Gerard on its hands and feet. Instead of running, Gerard lifted one arm and raised his palm. The Kanima moved closer, hesitantly. Then it lifted up one scaly, clawed hand, and touched its palm to Gerard’s.

He was now its master.

“Go,” Peter urged in your ear. “Tell your brother what you saw.”

You blinked up at him, confused. “Why?”

A smile played at the edge of Peter’s lips. “I have a feeling we’re all on the same team now.”

He let go of your shoulders and you slowly backed away from him, keeping your eyes trained on his shadowy form the entire time. When you were a few yards away, you turned your back and took off running toward the station.

Your chest was burning as you raced back toward Scott and the others. When you pushed open the doors of the station, several officers whirled around and trained their guns on you. You guessed Stiles’ dad had called for backup at some point.

As you threw up your hands, you were able to see the Sheriff, your mom, and Stiles all standing in the lobby.

“Y/n!” Stiles cried. “Oh thank god.”

The officers lowered their guns, and Stiles rushed over. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. You froze in his arms, not quite sure how to handle his touch. The feeling of being caged against him made your skin crawl. Though you hated to admit it, it reminded you of Matt.

He pulled away suddenly, realizing you weren’t reciprocating.

“Hey...are-are you okay?”

You shook your head, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. The lights of the station were too bright, and the sound of the deputies’ boots thumping on the floor caused you to flinch. You didn’t even know where to start.

Stiles watched in shock as you suddenly burst into tears. He wanted to reach out and hold you, but by the way you had just reacted, he was afraid to touch you.

“Oh, uh…”

Before he could think of anything to say, your mom rushed over and put a hand on your back. “Let’s get you somewhere quiet, Sweetheart.”

She cast a sympathetic glance in Stiles’ direction and led you down the hall. The Sheriff followed after the two of you, no doubt planning to take your statement. Matt was nowhere to be found, and Stiles was willing to bet you knew what happened to him.

He wanted to follow, but he knew if he did, his dad would just kick him out of the room. You were a witness now, and they would need an official statement from you.

Scott came jogging down the hallway. Stiles realized he must have heard you come back.

By then, the door to the office you had disappeared into was shut.

Scott headed over to Stiles. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles admitted. “But I don’t think your sister’s okay.”

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #selfignitingimagines #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagines #@screamxqueenx94 #tw kidnapping #tw stalking

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sideofmango · 4 years ago

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Hi 🥺 Can I request head cannons of Shinsou, Kirishima, Mirio, and Hawks with a fem!black!crush that has a beautiful resting face and a just as gorgeous smile? She’s just chilling. Melanin glowing, curls/locs popping, and full lips glossed up to perfection; Sis is just fine for no reason but suddenly one of these bois does something that makes her smile or laugh and their hearts just nut.

Hi love 🥺💕 Yessss I love this request! And don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about your other request ❤️✨😙 (it’ll be posted in the next 1-2 days 👀)

When Their S/O Is Just That Fine - Headcannon

Characters: Shinsou 🤯, Kirishima 🦈, Mirio 🦸🏼‍♂️, and Hawks 🦅

Warnings: best boys fanboying over a black ✨queen✨, soft boys, fluff, tiny bit of swearing

Shinsou

Hitoshi has a hard time expressing his feelings at first, so he mostly just watches

He started developing a small crush as soon as she walked through the classroom door

He had never seen someone that looked like her and baby boy was ✨starstruck✨🤩🤩

He swears he literally almost passed out when the teacher was assigning her seat because he secretly wanted her to sit next to him

She sat in the row next to him so that he was on her right and the window was to her left

Shinsou KNEW he definitely was crushing on her hard when she treated him like a normal boy and didn’t care about his quirk being a stereotypical villain quirk

It was a sunny day and she had gotten to class early because she wanted time to talk to her friends (also because Shinsou usually got there early)

When Shinsou tiredly walked through the classroom door, his eyes widened because of how she looked

He literally thought he died and went to HEAVEN because of the way the sun shone on her making her melenated skin glow

She wasn’t talking to her friends at the time because they hadn’t gotten there yet so she was drawing, completely unaware that a pair of purple eyes were watching

She wore a content expression on her face as she looked at the drawing, narrowing her eyes before erasing something

She nodded once to herself, causing a few of her long locs to fall into her face

Pushing the hair out of her face, she looked to her right, smiling when she saw Shinsou taking his seat

“Woah...” Shinsou mumbled unconsciously, causing the girl’s nose to crinkle slightly as she tilted her head in confusion

“What?” She questioned and Shinsou’s face grew hot realizing he had said it out loud.

“No-Nothing!” He answered quickly, the blush dusting his cheeks seeming to redden. The girl’s smile widened as her dark eyes shined in the sunlight.

“Come on, Shinsou...”

“Y-you just look really pretty.” He said softly, avoiding her eyes for fear of rejection. His eyes focused on her shiny lips, covered in a layer of lip gloss.

Poor Shinsou...baby boy was not confident when it came to her AT ALL

“Thanks Shinsou...” She replied, her own face growing hot. “You’re so cute!” She told him happily, though Shinsou couldn’t believe what she had just said

INTERALLY COMBUSTING... “Th-thanks.” He said shakily

Shinsou couldn’t keep his eyes from the dark skinned girl for the rest of the day

Kirishima

Kirishima would definitely try to get advice on his crush from Denki (even though Mr. Electric literally doesn’t have game)

Little shark boy was coming back from the weight room with Bakugou, Sero, and Kaminari

The Bakusquad girls and Kiri’s crush (who is also in the Bakusquad) were chilling in the common room

(FYI...Kiri’s crush can climb on walls and ceilings because she can control matter)

Mina was complaining about an upcoming assignment as she was sitting on the ceiling cross legged, listening to her friend complain

Kiri literally had to remind himself to walk because as soon as his eyes fell on her, he stopped

She literally was just sitting there and listening to a conversation, but Kiri couldn’t help but see the way the sunlight coming from the sunset outside was shining on her dark skin making her ✨LITERALLY SPARKLE✨

Her hair was curly and somehow stayed in place despite her sitting upside down.

Kiri was soaking up every detail from her eyeliner that framed her dark eyes, to the way her curls framed her face

Kiri’s red eyes couldn’t get over her lips though....what this boy would give to give her a kith kith 😘😘

She jumped down from the ceiling, as she applied a thin layer of lip gloss on her full lips and Kiri knew he was gonna get clowned for staring...but he didn’t give a SINGLE SHIT

Jirou made a quip back at something Mina had said and the girl laughed and Kiri could’ve sworn it was the most melodic thing he’s ever heard

This boy is CRUSHING HARD (just like the rest of him....jk....unless 😏)

“Oh hey Sharky!” The girl said, waving at him with a smile

“H-hey!” His voice cracked slightly and Kaminari and Sero were laughing.

“How was the gym?” She asked the question generally, but her eyes never left Kiri’s.

“Fine.” Bakugou replied gruffly.

“Kirishima has something to say to you!” Kaminari blurted out as you raised an eyebrow at him.

Kirishima hardened his hand and slapped Denki in the back of the head before flashing a bright smile at her as if he didn’t just concuss the boy

Denki went into his brain dead mode, and his crush laughed causing pride to bubble in his chest, at the expense of his friend of course

“Do you wanna...” the girl said trailing off as she gestured over to a more private area. Kiri simply nodded

“GET SOME!” Mina yelled as the two left and Kiri’s face was almost as red as his hair

His crush’s face got even hotter as she bit her lip...a nervous habit

But girl....shark boy was malfunctioning at that

Kiri ended up making something up and stuttered so his crush asked if he wanted to get ramen that weekend

Kirishima practically jumped up and down but held it in giving a simple “yeah.”

Mirio

Little blonde boy literally was SHOOK at the fact that she basically had the same quirk as him 😳

After that, he promised himself that he would get to know her more

Though he didn’t realize he would start crushing on her

They were studying in her dorm room, both sitting in this giant beanbag chair in the corner of her room

Mirio was trying his best to stay focused but he couldn’t help letting himself daydream when she was THAT close

Mirio loved watching her explain things, he didn’t even care what she was explaining, it was just the way her eyes seemed to light up

Every time she explained something and he understood and explained it back she would get this huge smile on her face

“Mirio?” The girl said waving her tanned hand in front of his face. She placed her hand on his arm, squeezing it slightly to get his attention

Mirio blinked looking at her with wide blue eyes before he looked down to see her hand on his bicep.

“Sorry.” He mumbled as she dropped her hand, a small laughing leaving her moisturized full lips.

He was sad when her hand dropped from his arm.

He grabbed her soft hand in his calloused one and held it, causing the smart girl to stutter before coming to a stop in the middle of her next explanation

“M-Mirio?” She questioned, her face growing hot.

“How are you even real?” He questioned. He had meant to say that in his head, but that didn’t seem to happen. Her brown eyes blinked a few times before she smiled shyly at him.

“I-I’m really not all that...” she laughed lightly as he shook his head

“Definitely not true. You are all that...an-and more!” He quickly stated back.

“Boi...if I wasn’t black I’d be blushing so hard right now.” She said softly wearing a small smirk.

“Really?” Mirio questioned.

“You don’t realize how smooth you can be.” She said as his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink at the sight of her laughing lightly.

She put her head on his shoulder, the smell of her shampoo and conditioner and curl cream wafted from her soft hair and Mirio wondered if that was what heaven smelled like 😇🙏🏽✨

‘She called me smooth....and I made her laugh’ Mirio couldn’t get the thought out of his head and the sound of her laugh...he would NEVER forget that

His heart was LITERALLY in her hands at this point....She has him wrapped around her finger and he knew it and he was fine with that

Hawks

This man LOVES to take her flying especially early in the mornings or during sunsets

He never would tell her why, but it was secretly because he loved watching the way the sun hit her skin just perfectly

Chicken Wing almost dropped her the first time because he hadn’t been ready for the sight of that level of beauty 😔

He had to get her chicken nuggies to be forgiven

He also loved flying with her because her arms would wrap around his neck and he loved how close it made them

Keigo’s heart literally squeezed in his chest when he heard her laughing happily as the wind whipped through their hair

Her laugh boosted this man’s pride so much he felt like he could single handedly take on 10 nomus.

“Keigo?” She called, causing him to look at her with his golden eyes.

“What’s up, Birdie?” He questioned a soft smile pulled at her lips at the name

“Do you wanna get food?” She questioned as he landed at their apartment.

They were roomies, though Rumi was convinced they were dating....they already acted like it tbh

“Yeah.”

“Ok, let me just get fixed up.” She said, disappearing into her bathroom.

Birdbrain walked to his room, to change his clothes to something more comfortable when he had to pause because of her

She was standing in front of the mirror, leaning forward slightly as she ran the dark lipstick on her heart shaped lips

Hawks had to blink a few times because he wondered if she knew that was his favorite shade on her

Newsflash: she did and that’s why she wore it

“What? You see something you like?” She teased, looking at him through the mirror, her white teeth shining

“Mmhmm.” He said, a smirk growing on his face as he nodded, causing her to laugh lightly 😏

His smile widened as he walked to his room to change

He promised himself that he would ALWAYS try to make her laugh no matter what because it was his favorite thing...yes even more than chicken

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#headcanons #Kirishima #my hero academia mirio #shinsou #hawks #mha x poc!reader #bnha midoriya #katsukisblackteddy #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha x reader

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punkcupcakestyles · 4 years ago

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Just One More Time

A story about enemies, neighbors and one night stands that are left in the past...

“Fuuuuuck!!!!!”

It is never nice to see a lady yell such a bad word with such passion and rage, but given the chain of shitty events of the day, you considered to have a pass, thank you fucking much.

The heel of your very expensive shoe laid on the floor broken, mocking you under the little ray of moonlight that sneaked through the high window in the hallway. The only thing you could see besides your closed door.

Rain clattered against the windows and every new thunder made you jump a little. You knew very well that there was no one else on the hallways with you, but your heart was still jumping in your chest, and if you focused hard enough, you could see creepy figures running across the walls.

So, you closed your eyes and rushed a little prayer as you continued to look for your stupid keys in your tiny purse as if there was any chance for them to get lost in such a reduced space.

The cold of the night had sipped up to your body, and your drenched clothes and wet hair certainly didn’t help the matter. By now, all of the effort you had put into your hair and makeup was surely gone, and your mascara was probably building up under your eyes. A drowned, harassed rat, the lyrics to the iconic and underrated Let’s Have a Kiki, sadly fit you.

A self-pitying sigh left your glossy lips and you decided that you might as well lean on the door and press your forehead to it, giving up to the pathetic reality that was that night. How much would a locksmith ask to come to your apartment in the middle of the night during a blackout? And, more importantly, would they take your liver as payment? Those were the important questions.

“Are you ok?” Your neighbor’s voice rang in the air, as he opened the door to his apartment to look at you.

Of course, he would come out then, when the wet ends of your hair stuck to your skin, and you were barefoot in front of your locked apartment. Could he have come out earlier in the night when you were looking like a goddess ready to conquer the world? No, he could not.

“Fuck off, Harry,” you muttered, not bothering to look at him. You already knew how he looked, it was always present in your mind.

“Heeeey, I’m just trying to be nice.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were capable of that.”

“You know I can be really good when I want to.”

You knew it well. You still remembered the feeling of his body on top of yours, his hips rolling onto yours, as he fucked you deep and hard.

“I wouldn’t know,” you gulped, refusing to give in even if your red face told another story.

But he knew. Sometimes, when he was all alone, all he could think about was that night and the way your back arched as he had his fingers deep in your pussy.

****

The day you and Harry fucked each other brainless, Ms. Rose’s cat died. You remembered well because it was also the third day and fifth hour of your heartbreak when you heard your sweet old neighbor’s cries and you rushed to her help, coming out of your sad little bubble for the woman that baked you cookies and knitted you a purple scarf and a pair of gloves for the winter.

When you arrived at Ms. Rose’s apartment, Harry was already there, sitting on the battered pink couch and holding her hand as she cried timidly into a handkerchief with embroidered blue flowers. She had long quit trying to come up with words, cause every time she opened her mouth, she would just blabber and sob inconsolably, so she accepted Harry’s help to explain what had happened.

Your brain gathered very few details of what was being said, choosing to focus instead on the boy sitting next to Ms. Rose. Harry was wearing a graphic t-shirt with light blue jeans and his hair was still wet from his shower, a stubborn curl falling over his forehead. You didn’t know why you would notice things like that in moments like this, but you did, you always did. Especially in the morning when he would come back from his early run, and he would take off his sweaty shirt right by his door, revealing his broad shoulders and his lean body, the tautness of his chest, and the ink that spilled across his tan skin. You would always roll your eyes at him and scurry down the stairs to get as far away from him as you possibly could, pretending you wouldn’t look at him.

So, you stood by the door because it was the safest place you could be, it was Harry-free. The air felt electric whenever you got too close to him.

“Do you fancy some tea, Miss Rosie?” Harry asked and the richness of his accent echoed down your body. Your eyes met as he got up, and you held your breath, as Harry got unnecessarily closer to you on his way to the kitchen. You could’ve sworn he had done so on purpose, the same reason why he had brushed his knuckles over yours, the light touch of his knuckles making you shiver and look at him as he walked away.

You needed to stay away from him, indeed.

“It’ll be alright, Ms. Rose,” you whispered to your old neighbor as you took Harry’s place on the couch, but as the words left your lips, you had to wonder if that was true. Would everything be alright? The world seemed a little bleaker now. Boyfriends cheated. Cats died. There was no one to trust left.

Ms. Rose reluctantly ate the cookies Harry set up for her and drank the ginger tea he had made. He sat by her other side and rubbed her back as she calmed herself down. If she didn’t, one of you might have to sleep on that couch, and you were praying it wasn’t you, cause your black dress would not do well with cat hair all over it.

But two hours later, Ms. Rose was soundly asleep and you left her apartment as carefully as you could, walking on your tiptoes so you wouldn’t wake her up. There was no elevator in your old building, which you had grown used to and usually liked, except when you had to walk up the stairs with someone else, because you never knew what to say, and today, as you walked a step ahead of Harry, it wasn’t any different.

“I didn’t know you had a heart,” You said, just as you turned to go up the last trench of stairs.

“I like Ms. Rose, and my mom always says that some tea and biscuits can fix anything,” Harry replied, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could imagine him shrugging his shoulders as a smirk started to tug up the corner of his lips. He liked Ms. Rose, he would come to her aid if she needed him. It was just that...

“So, you wouldn’t come if I was the one crying?” You turned suddenly, almost making him lose his balance and fall back down the stairs.

“Would you do it if it were me?” He asked you instead, looking up to you. He was closer than you had expected, and you suddenly felt the need to step back, so you wouldn’t feel the warmth of his body, or could smell the citric perfume on his skin.

“Of course not...” Your door was right behind you, so all you had to do was turn around and walk a few more steps. “You probably did something to deserve it,” you smirked, just as you resumed your way to your door.

“I would consider it,” Harry said, and you scoffed in disbelief, turning around to look at him only to notice he was standing behind you, his broad shoulder blocking the little bit of sun that came through the window. Winter was coming, so the sun was starting to fuck around his day job.

“Would you?”

“I’ve been thinking about knocking on your door these last few days, ask if you were ok,” Harry admitted.

There was a new feeling in the air. Any other day, you would have bitten back with some snarky remark, but it didn’t feel right. Harry stood too close to you and your body had become too aware of his presence. So you kept quiet, leaning back to your door with your hands tucked behind your back as you looked at him.

All Harry had to do was say goodbye and walk a few steps to his door, but he didn’t feel like it. He could feel the air shift as well, and the electric pull that tugged him from his belly to yours.

“So, do you want some tea and biscuits?” He offered, even though he wasn’t too sure what he was doing, or where he was going. His voice was soft, and his body leaned into the very same door you were using as support.

What if you said yes? He wasn’t even sure he had any cookies left.

The crumbly taste of ginger and vanilla lingered in Harry’s tongue, and you sighed at the prickly lemon on his lips. You had imagined how it would be to kiss him a couple of times before when your mind would drift away from your control, but even you had to admit that kissing him in real life was better.

Against every expectation, he was slow with his kiss, exploring your mouth as if he had all the time in the world. You had expected a hungrier kiss you, for him to bite you and make you jump in his arms so he could carry you into your apartment, throw you to your bed and fuck you.

Instead, he was taking over every one of your senses. He smelled sweet and citric, and the cotton of his shirt felt soft under your fingertips, as you made your way underneath it. You smiled as he inhaled a sharp breath, and the kiss broke when he smiled, the muscles of his tummy tensing up at your touch. When he kissed you again, it was a little more urgent, his tongue sweeping up across your bottom lip to part them and play with your own as he kissed you deeply, the weight of his body pinning you against the door as you blindly tried to open it. His kiss was maddening, demanding, and soft at the same time, and his leg slid between your tights, spreading them apart so you could feel him everywhere.

“What about your boyfriend?” Harry asked, grazing his words over your lips, as you managed to open the door. Your tummy fluttered at the feeling, and you opened your eyes to look at him, his swollen lips and his dark eyes. Nothing else was on your mind.

“Do you really care?”

“I have my morals...Especially if I’m gonna see him around.”

“We broke up,” you replied, already looking for his lips again, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him once more. But Harry was quicker, and he tilted his head back and smiled mischievously at you as you pouted.

“You’re always breaking up,” he said, which was true.

“How would you know?”

“These walls are fucking paper-thin.”

“Really? No wonder I always hear when you fuck.”

“Yeah?” His grin grew wider and the need that had settled between your legs throbbed tightly as he tilted his head down, until his breath fanned over your skin and you could feel each one of his words drawing on your skin. “You like listening, babe?”

It reverberated down to your tummy and raised havoc in your brain. Did you like listening to him as he fucked other girls? Of course, you didn’t. But sometimes, you had to wonder...

“Where do you get them? They’re all so loud.”

“You should try it.”

“Scream?”

“Letting me fuck you. The screams are a bonus.”

“I bet they do it out of pity.”

“Wanna find out?”

You didn’t allow yourself to think things through, because if you did, the answer would’ve been a resounding no. Fuck, no. Of course not. Keep dreaming, Styles.

Your fingers tangled in Harry’s hair as you pressed your lips to his one more time and his hands went to the hem of your dress, playing with it between his fingers as you both stumbled into your apartment. You didn’t stop kissing, not even as he kicked the door shut, and Harry took the opportunity to let his hands wander down your body, pushing the fabric of your dress over your hips and spreading his fingers across your bum to dig them on your flesh, pressing you closer to him. He could imagine the red marks of his fingers on your skin, he had dreamed of it a couple of times before, picturing you laying on his lap, with your ass sticking up and your legs rubbing together every time he spanked you. He didn’t even know why, he wasn’t a spanker. But he could do just that if you were into it.

What had been a slow kiss was turning hungrier and demanding, your rough breathing fanning over each other skin and your nose bumping clumsily as you made your way to your couch. It almost felt like you were high. The world was blurry and unimportant, and all that mattered was the lemony taste of his lips.

Harry sat on the couch, and you looked down at him as you stood between his strong legs, your heart racing so fast, you could hear it drumming in your ears. He helped you take off your dress, revealing your red lace panties and your black bra, which made him smile and look at you with eyes filled with lust. It was a good thing you were running out of clothes, and that you had to resort to your sexy underwear.

“Do you wear this to hang around your house? I might visit more,” he teased.

His hands were on the back of your thighs, and he pulled you close to him until you got no more option but to climb on the couch and sit on his lap and feel the effect of your makeout session on his growing bulge.

“Just to make myself clear,” you said. “This is not happening ever again.”

Harry didn’t care, just once was enough to satisfy his curiosity.

As you kissed him again, you understood just how freeing a slow kiss can be. It gave you a chance to explore and remember the taste, the fire, the sweetness out of your mouths. If it was going to be a one-time-only thing, you might as well enjoy it.

“Oh…” The little moan escaped your lips before you could even mold out a thought in your brain, and your mouth formed a perfect circle, hanging open as you looked down at Harry, who seemed fascinated, drinking up your reaction. You leaned back, to allow him to brush his fingertip down your slit, as his other hand was looped around your waist, helping you steady yourself up, as his thumb met your clit and he drew a lazy circle on it, the light pressure sending an electric current up to your spine.

Sex was never like this.

You couldn’t stop looking at him, not as he pushed the fabric of your side to the side and started to draw smaller and tighter circles on your clit, and as he pressed soft kisses from your collarbones down to the valley of your breast, making you take a deep breath as you took your bra off. It was the only thing you could control because everything else had been taken over by Harry. He was making sure you could feel him all over your body, raising goosebumps on your skin and making you arch your back as he trapped your nipple between his lips and continued to massage your clit in fast and steady circles, only slowing down when he felt you throb for him. He didn’t want you to cum, not yet, no, he wanted to feel you lose control around his cock.

“Fuck,” Harry moaned and a triumphant smile tugged up the corner of your lips. He couldn’t be the only one to have fun, not when the pressure of his hard cock against your ass was driving you crazy with curiosity. So, you rocked your hips on him, tightening the grip of his legs around him so he could feel you better. Every time you pushed your hips forward, your center would meet the tip of his fingers, making your walls burn for him.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” Your words were urgent and breathless because by now, a fiery need had settled in the pit of your stomach, burning down every bit of common sense that it could find. All there was left was the feeling of Harry’s fingers thrusting in your pussy, as you both ground your bodies against the other, and Harry tasted the creamy skin of your chest.

“I was thinking about taking it easy,” he said and your eyes snapped open in surprise, looking at him as he offered you a lazy grin. But it didn’t last much more than a couple of seconds, because Harry’s thumb found its way back to your clit, toying with it as his fingers slowly pumped inside of you. He was right, you had to bite your bottom lip to not let out a loud moan at the feeling. “I know you need a good fuck.”

He was right, good fucks are very recommended for your overall health. Make you happier as well.

“Please,” you begged, cause you could feel yourself starting to drip down your legs and all over his fingers, to ache for something more. You wanted to see him completely naked as you rode him. You wanted to hear his low grunts in your ear. You wanted to fuck him and regret it later, cause it was a fucking bad idea.

With his arm around you, Harry easily lifted you from his lap and you gasped, giggling in surprise as he lowered you down on the couch. He was fast and rough when he pushed your panties up your raised legs and threw them to the floor next to you. His eyes were on you, looking at you as you spread your legs open, and you let your fingertips brush down your tummy and make your way between your legs until you reached your center, warm and wet for him, and already sensitive.

You rubbed your fingers faster on your clit as he took his shirt off, and revealed the taut muscles on his chest, and the myriad of tattoos that covered his wonderful body. Then came his pants and his underwear and you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him, watching in fascination as his hard cock sprung to his belly, thick and large in all of his glory. His tip was pink and swollen, and your mouth watered just looking at it. You craved the nice stretch of your walls and the way it would hit you in all the right places.

“Don’t stop,” Harry commanded as he saw you pulling your hand away, and you gulped, letting him look as you continued to touch yourself as he looked at you. There was a knot in your tummy, a fire that was pulsing and demanding, added by the fact that Harry was there, brushing his fingers down your thighs just as your walls clenched.

Slowly, Harry laid down on the couch and settled between your legs, and you arched your back one more at the cool feeling of the air he was blowing against your warm center.

“You like this?” Harry asked, even when you both knew the answer to his question. So, you didn’t even try replying, you just moaned, enjoying the feeling of his tongue sweeping and tasting up and down your slit. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pulled your hand away before the tip of his tongue drew a circle around your clit and lapped on it to suck it between his lips.

The feeling of one of his fingers pushing into you almost drew you over the edge, and Harry pumped it slowly, releasing your clit only to flick his tongue over it. His fingertip massaged your walls, just in the right spot to make your whole body tingle, and your tummy quiver at the touch.

Sex was nothing like this. No, it wasn’t.

Your tummy quivered just as your legs started shaking. "Reality" was nothing more than a foreign word, and so were "control" and "restrain", because you whimpered and cried, and moaned Harry’s name as you got closer to your high. Your walls clenched around his fingers and Harry smiled in satisfaction. His name sounded fucking good coming out of your lips.

“C’mere.”

Harry stopped, just seconds before a wave of bliss took over every thought of yours, and you almost grunted in annoyance. You felt robbed.

But that feeling didn’t last long.

You could feel him in your tummy. Fuck, you could feel him everywhere. You sat on his cock and he pushed his hips into yours, thrusting his cock into you easily, you were soaked.

“Fuck,” you both moaned. Yours was more of a cry, while you adjusted around his thick, veiny cock. His was forceful and his grip around your waist became tighter, and his forehead pressed to your shoulder, just as you started to move your hips, sliding your wet pussy up and down his cock.

“You’re so big,” you whispered desperately. Your nails dug on his shoulders and you leaned back to allow Harry to suck and bite on your nipples, while you rode him.

Harry wasn’t soft or slow. You two were looking for your releases, and with his hands on your ass, Harry got to dictate your pace, and how fast you bounced on his cock. He was delirious, but so were you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him fully on his mouth, as he continued to fill you with his throbbing cock.

“You like my cock? Like getting yourself off on it?” Harry whispered to your ear and you moaned, riding faster as you felt his finger brushing over your tight little hole. “You have a vibrator, babe?”

“No,” you said, licking your lips as you looked at him. His eyes were almost black and beads of sweat gathered on his forehead while red splotches turned his cheeks pink. “Why?”

“So I can fuck your ass with it while you ride my cock.”

“I’ve never done that,” you admitted. Now it was all you were going to think about.

“Too bad it’s just one time, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

It wasn’t much longer before you were reaching your high, and colorful spots covered your eyes. You slacked over Harry’s body and kissed him lazily and sloppily as he fucked you. When he came, you felt warm inside, his juices dripping down your legs while Harry slumped back on the couch, with his lips slightly parted and his eyes closed as he tried to recover his breath.

You were pretty fucking sure you had imagined the whole thing. Sex was definitely nothing like that.

****

“Wanna come in?” Harry asked you, still standing by his door and looking at you as leaned back against the door.

“No, thank you, I would rather sleep on the floor.”

“Whatever you want, babe,” Harry shrugged and began to close the door to go back to his apartment. Was he actually going to leave you to leave out in the middle of a blackout on a cold night?

“Harry!!” You called for him and the door slammed open, revealing him and his shit-eating grin.

“What? I’m respecting your wishes!”

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

You have never been into his apartment before, but you called this an extenuating situation. Electricity might come back in a couple of minutes, or it might take hours, it had never happened before so you didn’t know what to expect. But it was impressively and surprisingly clean and tiny and it smelled like coffee. You could make out a guitar leaning against a window, and the shadow of a large couch against one of the walls.

Flashes of that night kept flooding your mind, which you found incredibly inconvenient and rude of your brain. But as Harry stood by your side, your skin covered in goosebumps and you found yourself taking a step back and away from him. Just in case.

“You ok, babe?” He asked and you nodded in response, trailing behind him so you wouldn’t against anything in the darkness of the room. “I’ll take the couch, you can take the bed. There’s clothes in my room, so you can change into anything you want.”

His room smelled just like him, and it was certainly a shame that couldn’t snoop around, or even see the colors he had chosen for his bedsheets. You changed out of your clothes as soon as you could, and put on a shirt that you hoped was clean before you went under the sheets.

There was just one problem: No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t keep yourself warm enough to fall asleep. Your teeth clattered and your feet were so cold you could barely feel the rest of your body. It didn’t make you feel any less ridiculous, though, as you made your way to the living room, where Harry was playing with his phone while laying on the couch.

“Harry?” You called for him and he slowly turned around to look at you, the light coming from the screen of his phone allowing you to see his face. “It’s too cold.”

“So, what do you suggest we do?” He smiled, and you wanted to swat the phone out of his hand just to spite him

“Well, I was thinking you should give me your blankets, but I guess that’s too much to ask.”

“It is.”

“So, maybe, we can just...sleep together…like, share the bed.”

“Well, if you wanted to sleep with me again, you just have to say it.”

****

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Humans are weird: Close Quarters Fighting

“Fix bayonets!”

The roar of the artillery flying over their heads at the enemy fortifications was almost deafening and the Vilen soldiers had been confused by their human allies order. They watched the humans pull from their belts sharpened metal spikes and attach them to the fronts of their guns. Some were polished with the tint of freshly factory forged while others showed signs of rust and what appeared to be purple blood stains on them.

Hova approached the lip of the trench and stood up on his haunches to glance across. The enemy fortress sat some three hundred yards across a crater filled hellscape. The rain of shells pounding against the outer walls sent up clouds of thick dust blocking him from making out any further details. He was stretching his head slightly further over the lip of the trench when a hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him back harshly.

“Are you trying to get your fucking head blown off?”

Hova saw the human soldier who had been issuing the orders before now glaring at him.

“I only wished to see my enemy.” Hova replied, straightening himself up.

“You’re about to see plenty of them.” The human grabbed Hova’s weapon and slammed it into his arms harshly. “We go over the top once the barrage stops.”

With that the human stormed off down the trench shouting and cursing at other soldiers.

The war had been dragging on for nearly three years in a seemingly endless stalemate between the Vilen and the Kopa forces as each vied for control of their homeworld.

The Vilen were thin limbed humanoids with a green skin pigment and horned scalps. They specialized in technology, medical advancements, and engineering marvels and had occupied the northern hemisphere of the world which was rich in green pastures and clear water.

The Kopa by contrast were a muscular brutish race. Their skin was as tan as the deserts they roamed in the southern hemisphere which expanded into an unforgiving domain. Though appearing simple in nature, the Kopa were also technologically savvy, though their limited supplies of natural resources had stunted their development beyond the most crud machines.

The Vilen had not wished to share their lands and had sealed off all access to their territory along their respective borders to the great anger of the Kopa people which had led to the ongoing border war. Both sides had heavily fortified their respective borders with a series of fortresses that had for the opening years halted any major ground invasion. It wasn’t until the Vilen had achieved space travel and discovered the species beyond the stars that the war had changed in their favor. They had portrayed themselves as fragile beings who were being set upon my barbaric invaders and called for any help from nearby alien species. One of the first to respond had been the humans who had dispatched a relief force to help break the deadlock and negotiate a ceasefire from a position of power.

The thunderous sound of explosions slowly died away and before Hova could even think a shout rang out down the trench line.

“Over the top!”

Every human soldier that had been huddled in the trench suddenly was a blur of motion as they scrambled over the lip of the trench screaming their lungs out and charged across the ground to the Kopa fortress.

The Vilen soldiers were slower to react and climbed over the lip of the trench and formed up into a strict line and began marching across as if it was a parade. Hova stood side by side and watched as human soldiers had discarded any sense of battle doctrine and were merely rushing from cover to cover in their mad dash.

They had made it roughly half way across when a overwhelming roar came from the fortress. Through the dust choking clouds the Kopa charged out to meet them. Standing nearly three feet taller than any human or Vilen it was a terrifying sight to have seemingly endless hordes of them pouring from the clouds.

Hova was no doubt sure the Kopa commander had deemed the fortress too badly damaged to hold itself and wagered that if they could close the distance with the enemy their superior strength and stature would carry the day.

Hova dropped to one knee and brought up his splinter rifle and waited for his officers command. Humans near by had needed no such command and had begun firing at will into the onrushing mass of muscle, dropping the occasional Kopa soldier or two.

The order rang out to fire and the line of Vilen soldiers let loose a thick burst of splinter shots into the enemy. Specialized casings that shattered into tiny fragments after leaving the barrel flung head long into the Kopa charging line, blinding dozens and incapacitating even more by ripping away the flesh from vulnerable spots such as the throat, knees, and elbows.

Yet still they charged.

The Vilen officer was already ordering the second volley to fire when a slug round from a Kopa blaster smashed through their helmet and detonated.The harsh bark of blaster rounds was coming sporadically from the Kopa charge, their weapons seemingly massive in their hands yet wielded with such skill it was a sharp contrast to their dimwit appearance.

The Vilen troops were getting torn to shreds by the return fire and just as Hova thought they were about to retreat from their attack he saw the human that had been berating him before push passed him.

“CHARGE!”

The human shouted as he sprinted, SPRINTED, to an enemy whose shadow alone could consume him in darkness.

Hova watched in utter astonishment as more and more humans broke from cover and followed after their leader, weapons held in front of them with their metal spikes at the ready.

The Kopa and Human waves clashed together with a bombastic roar. Humans drove their metal spikes deep into the Kopa flesh and stabbed repeatedly. Hova watched a human get grabbed by the neck and flung like a club by a Kopa soldier to swat away others only to be discarded after their neck broke in the vice grip.

One instance he saw a human swing their rifle like a bat into the face of a Kopa only for it to shatter in their hands. While the Kopa stepped back from the blow the human reached behind them and pulled out an entrenching shovel and swung it hard into the Kopa’s neck. A bright stream of purple blood shot out from the wound and the Kopa roared in agony as the human pulled the shovel loose and struck again nearly decapitating the creature.

Hova was suprised how the Kopa were being so easily overpowered by the tinier humans until it dawned on them that they had been fighting the Vilen for so long that these tactics were unheard of to them. Whenever the Kopa would charge Vilen lines vilen would pull back to better defended positions. They had never met a foe that would be so willing to meet them in hand to hand combat,

Hova turned to see that his Vilen comrades had already retreated back to the safety of their trenches and were watching the ongoing slaughter with passing interest.

A stray slug round tore into Hova’s arm and spun him to the ground. He reached over to see that it had just grazed him and thankfully hadn’t detonated, otherwise he would surely be missing an arm.

The Kopa soldier that had fired the shot was storming towards him now and before Hova could bring up his rifle the creature swatted it away like a twig. He rolled sharply to the side as it brought down its massive foot, no doubt intending to cave in his skull. The Kopa roared and stomped again and again as Hova continued rolling, barely missing the foot by mere moments.

Now frustrated beyond amusement the Kopa brought up their weapon to finish Hova off when a human ran forward and tackled from the side. The Kopa lost balance and their shot exploded next to Hova’s head and embedding a thick piece of rock shrapnel in his helmet.

Hova scrambled to his feet and saw the human in a state of pure madness fighting the Kopa with their bare hands. The thick hands of the Kopa swung out like battering rams but the human kept their distance and was able to easily evade each punch. The Kopa lunged forward to grapple the human in a death hug and snap their spine only for the human to step forward and bring a clench right fist into the Kopa’s jaw.

The blow unbalanced the Kopa and they fell face down into the ground. Before they could even rise the human had leapt on to their back and firmly grabbed the back of their head and proceeded to smash it into the ground.

He saw the Kopa’s face bloodied and broken before the human continued to smash it into the ground over and over. The Kopa thrashed around for the first few moments before going limp and the human crawled off gasping for air.

Hova just sat there as they regained their composure, picked up a nearby discarded trenching shovel, and returned to the fray as the humans continued to drive the Kopa back to their shattered fortress.

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