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mama-waterlily · 5 months ago

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Waterlily

note: i am not the protagonist of this story!! i changed my URL after i wrote the story because i thought it was cute. the protagonist of this story is you. or your little. or me, if you'd like to imagine it that way. i wrote the protagonist to have no specific genitalia because i wanted everyone to be able to read it and "become waterlily" so to speak.

this is an ABDL story that contains kidnapping, wetting, bondage, stalking, drugging. reader has no specific genitalia.

She's been watching you for a while now.

She's extremely intelligent, and a very methodical stalker. She's somehow found you on every site you've visited, even anonymous accounts, in order to collect your interests. She breaks into your email to see the things you've ordered online. She follows you around and places cameras in your bedroom with a perfect view of your computer screen to see the kinks you engage in behind closed doors and the things you look at, and another with a great view of your bed to watch you sleep. She sits blushing, fawning, watching the camera feed and fantasizing of the day you'll finally become hers.

The night came where she took her place outside of your house. She's been monitoring your social media, and saw that you were online complaining about craving a particular food that you don't have in the house. This is the perfect opportunity to strike. She ambushes you when you're on your way to your car after dark, sticking you with a sedative and profusely apologizing as your vision slowly fades. She knows you're afraid of needles, but it's for your own good.

You wake up, laying in a soft bed to blurry vision and a music box softly playing in the background. You try to sit up, but you quickly come to realize that you are shackled by your wrists, ankles, and neck. Forced to remain on your back. Your eyes wander first at yourself. You're wearing an oversized, babyish purple shirt (a particular favorite of yours when you're feeling small) with a thick, pink diaper covered in bunny prints taped around your hips. The very same ones you've kept hidden in a box in the back of your closet. You notice the feeling almost immediately. Your reflex is to reach down and touch it, but the chains on your cuffs rattle and hold your wrist in place. You're trapped.

The haze in your vision starts to clear as you examine your surroundings. You see that you're surrounded by your very own plushies. They even have the little imperfections from snuggling and the clothes you've put on them. They aren't copies, they're yours. The rest of the room is a saccharine, pastel version of your bedroom. As if your bedroom and decor was used as a blueprint to design a nursery. Your sentimental photos are hung on the wall. Your medication is placed neatly on a table in the corner of the room, with your name on the bottles. The whole place feels... off. Someone didn't sneak in your house and redecorate your room. Your window is different. The room is shaped differently. You stammer out a muffled cry for help behind the pacifier held snug in your mouth by a strap around your head.

Quick, excited footsteps move toward you, growing louder as they draw near. Tears well in your eyes from the fear gripping your body. The door opens to a dark-haired woman dressed in a loose, black dress. She cannot contain her enthusiasm. "She's awake! My little Lily is finally awake!" You're too frozen in shock to even acknowledge that she's calling you a name that isn't yours. She moves toward you with a squeal, causing you to flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

She stops where she is, eyeing you and acknowledging your fear. "Awww, I'm sorry, Waterlily. I didn't mean to scare you!" She moves toward you much slower, with a softer tone of voice. "It's okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you. Look, I even brought you all of this!" You reluctantly open your eyes to see her gesturing at your possessions and the plushies cuddling you from all sides.

"I've been... watching you. Is that creepy? That's not creepy, is it? No, it's not creepy. I just wanna take care of you! I just wanna make you happy. It's not creepy to make people happy." She doesn't keep up the tempered artifice for long. Her excitement becomes palpable once more as she approaches you and reaches toward your face, causing you to flinch once more as her soft fingers brush against your neck. Her face becomes flushed as she undoes the chain around your collar keeping you from sitting up.

"Your skin is so soft..." She gazes into your eyes and trails off before shaking herself out of it. "Well, l-look at this! I saw one of your posts saying you've always wanted one!" My posts? Who the fuck is this woman and how does she know me? You turn your head to see a soft pastel pink changing table against the wall. One of your plushies sits at the foot of the table, dressed in a nurse outfit. It's so sickly sweet it nearly makes you nauseous.

She turns her attention back to you, causing you to lay your head back down and turn away in fear. She seems genuinely upset and almost unable to believe that you're so afraid of her.

"What's the matter, Waterlily?" Her voice sounds genuinely concerned. "Are you hungry? Or maybe..." Her hand trails down your body slowly, placing two fingers inside your padding through the opening on your legs, causing you to jolt and squeal as her fingers brush past your most intimate parts. She seems surprised to feel that you're still dry.

"Baby girl, you haven't gone potty? The last time you made tinkles was your little accident while I was... helping you take a little nap so I could bring you home. That was so long ago, sweetheart!"

Your head spins as the realization of what this woman has done sets in. There's too much to process. As much as it enrages you to think it, she's right. There's been a sting in your bladder since the second you awoke, but your mind has been focused on more pressing matters.

"Do you need help going potty, baby?" She tilts her head with an expression of concern.

"Mm-mmh!" You shake your head and try to back away, but your bindings keep you snug in place.

"Come on, baby girl. I've seen you do it. I've watched you do it so many times." Her face tints red. "Don't you want to be a good girl for mommy?" You can nearly taste the joy in her voice. Like she's been waiting for this moment forever.

Your guts twist and your face burns hot. She really has figured out all of your kinks. But how? And watched you wet yourself? All of your posts about your little secrets were on a completely anonymous page with no identifying information, and all of your little play sessions were done with your blinds closed. Yet this woman inexplicably knows all of your weaknesses.

She reaches for your wrists and begins to undo the cuffs binding you to the bed. "Now I'm gonna give you a little bit of wiggle room. Are you going to be a good girl and behave?" Her stern eyes burn into you.

You nod, ready to seize the chance to escape. You stay completely still as she finishes undoing your ankle cuffs and steps away from the bed to give you some room. You immediately move to undo the strap holding the pacifier in your mouth, only to find you can't get a grip. Looking at your hands, you discover that they are snugly bundled in a pair of lavender mittens with no fingers. the exact ones from the wishlist you posted.

After fully sitting up, you dart off the bed and immediately make a run for the door. The instant your feet make contact with the ground, a shock of pain radiates from your feet to your ankles. A muffled scream of pain and helplessness rises in your throat as you fall to your hands and knees. Secured on your feet are a pair of booties with inlaid spikes, a soft lavender color to match your mittens... The very same ones from the wishlist you posted.

"Bad girl! Mama trusted you when you promised her you'd behave!" You can't tell if she's delusional or if she's fucking with you. Did she actually believe you'd be amicable to her after she drugged you? And abducted you? She kneels next to you, tightly grasping the back of your shirt, ready to scold you for your defiance. Reeling from the pain and overwhelmed with fear, you lose control. Your bladder relaxes against your will and you begin to flood your padding with warmth.

Your captor stops her scolding as she hears the telltale hissing of your accident. Her expression brightens with excitement and you feel a soft hand rest on your padded bottom. You involuntarily whimper as your body freezes. "Shhhh, that's a good girl. It's okay, baby. Just relax for mommy. You're doing so good."

You begin to instinctively relax and take a deep breath. A sense of serenity washes over you as her sweet velvet words caress your mind. Your diaper becomes heavier with every passing moment, swelling and pressing against you until you've finally emptied your bladder to relief. You almost feel a smile trace your mouth. You've done this for your own pleasure so many times, but snapping out of it as soon as you've grasped what's happened.

"Doesn't that feel better, sweetheart?" She pats your bottom, the warm wetness squishing against your soft skin. It all becomes too much. The humiliation. The pain. The loss of control. The confusing sense of affection for this kidnapper exploiting your weaknesses and manipulating you using your desires. Your eyes fill with tears, and you begin to cry. Uncontrollable sobs of frustration and helplessness escape your throat and tears drip from your eyes onto the hardwood floor.

"Don't cry, baby. Mommy's here. Mommy's here to help you." Her soft voice drawing mixed emotions of terror and comfort in your chest. She lifts you up almost effortlessly from the floor and cradles you in her arms. You hopelessly push against her with weak arms to escape her grasp, to no avail. She feels unfathomably strong. Or have you become weaker? Your muscles feel so tired. Resistance is so exhausting. You cease your futile taps that were your attempt at fighting back, and relax in her arms. You have no other choice.

She sits down and holds you close, rocking you back and forth. "Shhhh, it's all right, baby. Mommy forgives you for misbehaving." your cries intensify as reality sets in. Your fighting wasn't even taken seriously. It was only tantamount to misbehavior. A childish tantrum.

Your mind is completely overwhelmed and finally cracks. The hopelessness of being at your captor's mercy overtakes your drive for freedom and you hide your face in her chest. Your kidnapper is your only source of warmth and comfort in the terror of captivity.

She lifts your face from her breasts and wipes the tears from your cheeks. "It's going to be okay, little Lily." her tone sounds so sincere. she's not trying to disarm you. She truly seems like she's trying to comfort you. Slowly, finding comfort in her soft gaze, your tears slow and you catch your breath.

"All done, Waterlily?" You hesitantly nod weakly. That isn't my name. Your protesting thought grows smaller with every time it passes your mind.

"You must be hungry, aren't you? Is that why you're so cranky?" your face heats with embarrassment and anger. I'm not cranky! I'm not some sort of fussy baby. You think defiantly. But... you are quite hungry. Your speech privileges have been stripped from you, and you fear that you won't be fed if you say no. So you nod again.

"Does your soggy little bottom need a change first?" You hide your face in the humiliation of the babytalk being directing at you. You don't respond. She's fully aware of what you do behind closed doors in your pissy padding. In your mentally weakened state, you're no longer able to suppress the reality that part of you has been... enjoying the feeling.

She giggles teasingly, clearly sensing your arousal. "Does my little Lily want to play before her change?" Her hand trails slowly down your belly and over your soaked padding. You don't object. you lean into her chest as her gentle fingers caress the squishy warmth of your infantile pants.

You've given in to her. Your desire to resist has disappeared. You completely relax in her arms, beginning to slowly grind your hips against her hand. She adds pressure to meet your hip movement. Moans and whimpers involuntarily escape your lips like butterflies.

"Goodness, Waterlily, how long have you been waiting for this? You've been wanting me to come along and sweep you away, haven't you?" Her soft words bind your psyche in a warm blanket. Maybe you have. The right person you imagine will come by to scoop you up and fulfill your fantasies... maybe she is the angel you've been waiting for. "Doesn't that feel so good, baby? You like your wet diapers?" While lost in your head, you'd subconsciously begun to move your hips more vigorously. Your mind is in a haze of pleasure. All you can muster is to nod and answer her question with an affirmative "mm-hmm..."

She reaches back to unclip the strap around your head holding the pacifier in place. It falls to the floor. She's certain that, so quickly, she's worked you into such a little puddle of pleasure and submission that you won't cry out for help.

"Tell me. Tell me, little Lily, tell me all about how much you love mommy. Tell me how much you love your pissy pants. Sing for me, sweetheart."

Her tone, the way she knows every button to push to pleasure you, and the warmth around your bottom and rubbing against your little flower create a cocktail of emotions that sends you spinning over the edge. You obey. You sing for her. Your little pipes erupt in a muffled song of ecstasy and raw pent-up emotion and desire into her breasts. Your mindshattering orgasm radiates through your body for what feels like an eternity, curling your toes and stealing your breath away.

By the end, You're left drooling into her chest and panting heavily. Your mind is left blank outside of the moonlight of afterglow. Your captor turned mommy strokes your hair gently. "You've had that in your system for a long time, haven't you, Waterlily?" Your eyes flutter open to meet hers.

"That... isn't my name." Between breaths, you stammer out the first words you've been able to say since this woman had taken you captive. She giggles. "It is now." Her face beams as she presents a metal, heart-shaped tag. Sure enough, it reads, "Waterlily". She clips it onto your collar, forever branding you with the name she's chosen for you. You can't help but smile in the comfort of no longer needing to be your own person. The serenity of being owned sets in as she begins rocking back and forth.

"I know you'll come to love being mine, little Lily. Soon you'll be so grateful that I came along to take you away."

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my first sorta longer story on this blog!!!

i'm still an amateur and i'm still very new to writing erotica, but i quite like this one.

one of the wonderful things about being a switch is the ability to write both what you would love to do to somebody and what you would love done to you in the same story. it's quite useful.

yes, my profile picture IS a waterlily. yes, i write based on my personal sexual fantasies. i write smut, what do you want from me?

anyway, i hope you liked it!

if i'm feeling fancy in the future, maybe i'll make a sequel to this story. maybe i'll retcon the reader getting stockholm syndrome within the span of an hour, because i think struggling is extremely hot. who knows? i'll probably go back through and make little tiny edits to wording because i am never satisfied with my writing lol.

anyway, post-story ramble over.

#ab/dl #ab/dl blog #ab/dl girl #ab/dl diaper #md/lg #md/lg blog #kidnapping k1nk #abduction k1nk #md/lg nsft #waterlily writes

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literaryvein-reblogs · 4 months ago

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Writing Notes: Color Theory

Color theory is a set of guidelines for mixing, combining, and manipulating colors. Color theory includes ideas like:

Color harmony: Color harmony describes color pairings that are visually pleasing and provide a sense of visual order. Color schemes based on complementary and analogous colors are generally perceived as harmonious. But, since humans respond to colors differently depending on personal preferences and life experiences, there are no universally “right” colors for achieving harmony.

Color temperature: Color temperature deals with breaking colors down into warm colors (associated with sunset and daylight) and cool colors (associated with overcast light). Experimenting with combinations of warm and cool colors can help you mix colors to achieve a particular effect.

Color context: Colors appear to behave differently when viewed in different contexts. For instance, a rusty orange may seem dull and subdued when placed beside a vivid yellow, but when paired with a dark purple, the orange suddenly seems much brighter.

Color Wheel - a circle diagram that illustrates the relationships between different colors.

Sir Isaac Newton developed the first color wheel in his 1704 book Opticks.

Newton created an asymmetrical color wheel with 7 colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

In 1810, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe developed a symmetrical color wheel with just 6 colors (eliminating indigo) that is similar to the one we commonly use today.

Artists and designers use color wheels to create color schemes that produce a desired artistic effect.

Primary Colors - colors that combine to make a range of other colors.

Traditionally, these are red, yellow, and blue.

In the RYB color model, the primary colors form a triadic color scheme—a group of three colors spaced evenly apart from each other on the color wheel.

When mixed, these three primary colors form many other colors.

More accurate color theories actually use different primary colors.

The CMYK color printing model deals with printed colors—cyan, magenta, yellow, and black. It is a method of subtractive color mixing in which printed colors absorb (i.e. subtract) light and combine to form a range of colors, including red, blue, and green.

The RGB color model applies to colored light—like the light that emits from a phone or computer screen; its primary colors are red, green, and blue.

The model is a method of additive color mixing, meaning that different colors of light combine (i.e. add) to form other colors, including cyan, magenta, and yellow.

Secondary Colors - the result of mixing two primary colors.

In the traditional color model, the 3 secondary colors are:

green (yellow + blue), orange (yellow + red), and purple (red + blue).

Tertiary Colors - the combination of one primary color with one secondary color.

There are 6 tertiary colors on the traditional color wheel:

magenta (red-purple), vermillion (red-orange), amber (yellow-orange), chartreuse (yellow-green), teal (blue-green), and violet (blue-purple).

Complementary Colors - colors found opposite each other on the color wheel.

Complementary color schemes include blue with orange, red with green, and yellow with purple.

These contrasting colors can make a bold statement when paired in fashion, film, photography, and other forms of art.

Analogous Colors - colors that are next to each other on the color wheel.

Analogous color schemes include yellow paired with chartreuse and green; red with vermillion and orange; and blue with teal and violet.

The 3 colors in each pairing share a common hue, so they appear to match.

Color Temperature - the way to measure the color of visible light.

The unit used to measure color temperature is degrees kelvin.

The best way to understand color temperature is to visualize a piece of metal being extended into a fire.

The color of the metal will change depending on how long it’s held in the fire and how hot it gets.

The metal will range from red to warm white to blue as it heats.

This is also the general range of colors from one end of the color temperature scale to the other.

The Kelvin Temperature Scale. The kelvin scale consists of units of measurement that relate to the color of a light source. The higher the Kelvin number, the closer it is to replicating bright sunlight. In general, higher temperatures on the kelvin scale, the whiter or bluer a light appears. The lower the number, the more yellow and red the light appears.

In order to understand the kelvin range and how kelvin color temperature applies to different light sources, it’s useful to review a few identifiable lights and their kelvin color temperature value.

Candlelight, for instance, generally has a color temperature of around 1500K.

The sunrise and sunset are usually measured around 3200K.

An overcast sky usually has a color temperature of around 9000K.

The current color temperature scale in use is known as the correlated color temperature (CCT) scale and is based around the color emitted by an incandescent bulb.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

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friendlyloner · 3 months ago

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So in love with stitching this. I love the color palette and the design's ability to transition through it with no confetti just excellent and deliberate color choices. Think I'll do an update when I complete each set of 10 rows. I'm such a nerd for tidy incremental progress pics.

This pattern is Phases of Change by @8pxl

Navel gazing and a backside below the cut

Thinking a lot about methodology as a stitcher this morning. Came up because the other cross stitcher in the monthly craft hang out has encouraged me to try out Pattern Keeper a few times and I've been resistant but unable to articulate why. So I've had a little think about it and my conclusion is there are two reasons, one simple and one complex that builds out from the simple.

The simple reason is I started working from PDFs of patterns before cross stitch tracking apps were widely available. I'd more or less already figured out how to make it work for me when they came along so it feels a lot like solving a problem I don't have. If it ain't broke...

The complex reason is that as a process not a product stitcher a big part of what I really enjoy about cross stitch is the little challenges of figuring out my methodology for each project. I like working on a variety of different things and have found that different pattern design styles usually work best with different styles of stitching. I like the challenge of tailoring my method of stitching to best suit the pattern. There's usually some trial and error at the beginning but when I lock in on what works the happy brain feels of finding the right workflow are intoxicating.

This also very much is why my backs end up being pretty tidy looking usually, as that is also a fun little brain teaser challenge for me.

Case in point:

All this to say, the mental work of thinking all this stuff through is a big part of what I enjoy about stitching and I don't want an app to do it for me.

If I really want to get up myself about it I would also bring in blah blah neuroplasticity blah blah societies increasing dependence on computers to think for us doom doom learned incompetence ai skynet end of civilization as we know it..

But I think we've all had enough of that.

#xstitch #cross stitch #stitching and thinking out loud #Phases of Change

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01zfan · 6 months ago

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bad friend: AITA

bf bestfriend!eunseok x reader | 5.8k words

uhm…a little something i’m working on. i don’t condone cheating in any circumstance UNLESS you’re getting your lick back but most of the times I DON’T CONDONE IT. Also, nothing in this fic reflects either eunseok or sungchan's personalities. all fiction and all fun heh.

contains: cheating on your boyfriend with his bestfriend, sungchan and eunseok are bestfriends they swear, sungchan is a bad boyfriend and arguably a worse friend, eunseok is no better.

bad friend: AITA | bestfriend’s sister

Eunseok knew you first. He made sure to stress that. He specified that he knew you long before Sungchan entered the picture.

You were the barista who worked every weekday, standing behind the espresso machine that made Eunseok cortado and rung up the bottled of pressed orange juice that he nursed every morning.

With his computer in the corner closest to the outlets Eunseok knew you first. He talked to you first, he built a rapport with you and got close to you first. He knew about how being a barista was your part time job until you found a something related to what you studied in college, that you lived in the apartment complex ridiculously close to where he lived.

Eunseok blamed the closeness of the cafe to his apartment for the reason you and Sungchan met. He didn’t say it was fate that you were at the cafe on a Saturday, but instead that it was by terrible design of your work schedule and coincidence that Sungchan wanted to tag along so badly. Eunseok said his roommate was awful for wanting to know how he spent his early mornings. Eunseok described it as keeping his lives separate, his safe haven away from his regular life. The balance was disrupted when he came in with Sungchan in tow and saw you perk up behind the counter to greet him. The slowness of the cafe early in the morning allowed you to ask about Sungchan, and his tendency to swoop in and steal things he knew Eunseok wanted made him talk your ear off for hours.

Eunseok didn’t blame you nearly as much as he blamed himself. He didn’t expect you to know that he mostly started coming to the cafe to see you and steal bits of conversation throughout the morning. He didn’t expect you to pay attention to the way he paid attention to you. But that was his method of courting. Months of hopeless pining, and then one day when he could finally get the courage, he’d ask for your number. He swore he was going to do it soon, written on the back of a receipt he’d give to you before leaving the cafe swiftly. Then he would wait for a text back, or find a different cafe entirely if you messaged him that you weren't interested. Eunseok had a plan, an inkling of one, but a plan nonetheless.

The plan was ruined when Sungchan leaned in close to him and asked your name. A simple question, but he knew the infliction of his bestfriend’s voice all the same. He had an interest in you, and Sungchan had a different way of courting. One that didn’t include months of reconnaissance but instead one that manifested to him getting your number before they even left the cafe. Eunseok watched it with his own two eyes. He was looking past his laptop screen in the corner of the cafe locked in on you and Sungchan. Leaning across the bar towards you and telling you his latte was well made.

(Even though he told Eunseok that there was too much milk and the shots were burned. He also said that the pastry was dry, and that the music from the playlist you made was too boring. He also said that there was a better cafe ten minutes away, and Eunseok was wasting his time and money coming to this one.)

Sungchan smiled at you and you ducked your head as you smiled back. Eunseok watched with his own two eyes how you fell head over heels infatuation with Sungchan just from a single compliment. Something Eunseok had been working at for weeks, Sungchan did it in a span of ten minutes right before the morning rush started. He timed it perfectly. Right as customers started coming in he put his phone on the counter, asking you something Eunseok couldn’t hear. Then he saw you steal the fastest glance towards him before you wiped your hands off on your apron and reached for Sungchan’s phone.

Eunseok also made sure to mention that you two had more in common than you and Sungchan ever did. You were both quiet, something Sungchan bothered Eunseok about but loved on you. He would always brag to Eunseok about how quiet you were, how you were so shy anything he did made you look down and smile sweetly. You both had nonconventional interests, ones that Sungchan mocked Eunseok for, so much to the point that you silently let your interests go. The first time you ever came over you looked at Eunseok’s manga collection. Eunseok didn’t miss the way your eyes lit up in familiarity before Sungchan remarked that his roommate was a weeb. Eunseok watched you let go of the manga before you nodded your head and smiled at your boyfriend’s joke. He even brought up the time that Sungchan said jokingly you two would make a good couple. Eunseok counted his lucky stars that his skin was already red from the liquor, and not from the shame of knowing you two would be a better couple.

Sungchan knew it too, Eunseok knew he had to. Sungchan unfortunately knew what Eunseok liked after years of knowing him and living in close quarters practically their entire adult lives. He saw the meek girls his roommate would bring around on the rare occasion. Shy just like him, they gushed over his manga collection and had quiet conversations about their interests. A majority of them were a spitting image of you.

Sungchan had to have known that he was trying to do things right with you, and that’s why Eunseok tried to keep you two far apart. Long before their stark personality difference became a point of contention, Sungchan always had the habit of taking things Eunseok wanted. The toys in the sandbox. The valedictorian spot. The last pan fried dumpling. The bigger room in their shared apartment.

Eunseok had his fair share of taking the things Sungchan wanted, but he made sure to omit that. He also made sure to omit the fact that he never explicitly said he wanted the aforementioned things. Sungchan often cautioned his friend on being so easygoing, that it opened the opportunity for people to take advantage of him. Sungchan prided himself on being attentive, but he could only do so much. How was he supposed to know not to take if Eunseok said nothing about it? Of course he noticed the touching and the stolen glances and Eunseok’s kicked puppy expression, but he is only human. You didn’t stop him from getting your number and Eunseok didn’t do anything about it either.

Sungchan knew that Eunseok was meek. He knew his bestfriend had the tendency to let Sungchan walk over him in the name of diplomacy. But Sungchan would’ve never thought it’d all culminate into what happened apparently a week ago from last night.

You and Sungchan were really happy together at first. Everyone knew it. Opposites attract, he got you out of your shell and you showed him new things. In the beginning, when you two were finding out about eachother, each day was something new. Your giggles filtered through the walls and boomed in the quietest of places. You two went outside dressed the same, hand in hand trying new places together. Eunseok even mentioned in the beginning that you two seemed to make a good couple. He was looking at his game when he said it and it was a quick comment thrown over his shoulder, but it was validation nonetheless.

You two were good for eachother.

Were.

Towards the three month mark there was a bump in the road. Sungchan told Eunseok in confidence that there was hesitancy in your side. The cocked eyebrow in Eunseok’s expression should’ve told Sungchan to stop talking. But he kept going, laying into his grievances of you and your relationship. You were too quiet, too shy. You didn’t like going out, but you were always breathing down Sungchan’s neck when he would enjoy his nights. Sungchan could admit he was being a little dramatic, but when you are drunk two texts seems like your phone is being blown up.

He chalked it up to you two not being matched well. Eunseok chalked it up to that too then. His friend asked him carefully after a beat of silence if Sungchan was going to break up with you. He couldn’t describe the emotion then, but now Sungchan would define it as indignation that bubbled in his chest when he shook his head quickly and said no.

Towards the four month mark, you and Eunseok started to get close. Sungchan believed then that it was another one of your small acts of defiance. When you really broke out of your shell and started bringing up your grievances, he was quick to find an excuse. Those girls that hung around Sungchan were just a part of his much larger friend group, and it wasn’t fair to take Sungchan away from his friends. Even if they had the habit of hanging off of him and calling him their boyfriend when drunk, they were just friends. You were reading too much into it, and you decided to test if you were overthinking things when you got a friend of your own. But it wasn’t your coworkers, wasn’t the strangers you met throughout your day. You didn’t look far to find Eunseok, and it wasn’t long before you were leaving to hang off of his arm when Sungchan was busy.

In the beginning, it was innocent. Atleast Sungchan can have peace of mind that in the beginning when you would take Eunseok to things he didn’t want to go to it was for companionship. Even though you had girl friends that were interested in those things, but Sungchan digressed. He didn’t want to have another fight and be forced to confront the fact that the girls he hung around wanted more than to just be his friend, and that he shamelessly entertained it when he was feeling like it. In the beginning, Eunseok was just your friend and a pawn in your game of chicken. Who would be the first to set the boundary, who would be the first to admit they were in the wrong? Sungchan knew then it wasn’t him, and he still had trouble admitting it now. Even if he was allegedly the one who pushed you right into Eunseok’s arms.

Eunseok didn’t spare the details after the warning. Sungchan couldn’t help but lean in even closer. He ignored the pain in his back as he focused.

The first instance of there being something more was when Sungchan chose his friends over you. The situation was so minor, something as simple as getting lunch with them over going to the store with you. Eunseok was with you during your errands, insisting on paying for your food and meandering through the aisles of a store with you. When you guys were in the game section you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the games you wanted to look at. Something that was so simple turned into something that had you two ducking your heads and never bringing it up again.

Until it happened again. The guilt was something you only seemed to bare until Sungchan chose someone over you again. This time it was at one of the few parties Sungchan was able to bring you to. He noticed that you were more than willing to go after Eunseok asked if he could tag along. Sungchan should’ve picked up on the signs, how you two had stopped talking for a few days after the lunch he didn’t ask you about. But you visibly perked up, asking Sungchan which outfit you should wear while Eunseok bit his tongue to hold back a suggestion.

Sungchan didn’t even know about the second time. He was admittedly too involved in a game of beer pong and brushing you off the whole night to know what you were doing. He was certain you had found a lawn chair in the backyard and stayed there, looking at your phone and sipping on a beer. He knew now that you were sitting there, waiting for your boyfriend to be done before the knight in shining armor came in. He crouched beside you in the lawn, the same beer in his hand as he offered you the bottled water that was in the other. You looked to Sungchan one last time before you took the water, and thanked Eunseok so sincerely but he only shook his head and said don’t mention it. He was entirely too cool as of late, and now Sungchan knew why. He bet Eunseok didn’t even ask you if you wanted to go somewhere else, he only flicked his head back towards the party that was continuing on inside before you got up from your chair and dusted yourself off.

Sungchan could admit now he remembers you telling him where you were going. He wasn’t paying much attention to your quiet voice as he tried perfecting the bend in his arm to throw the ball into the cup across the table. But he did know he acknowledged you leaving because he thought you’d be right back. He didn’t know you were leaving to sneak upstairs through throngs of people.

The dimly lit bathroom let Eunseok see all of you. The way you pulled him closer, the way you locked the door before looking up to him entirely.

Eunseok described your lips as shiny. The were covered in a thin layer of the gloss that he bought for you on another run to the shop. The cashier told you that you had a good boyfriend and you didn’t deny it, even if the man swiping his card was very much not your boyfriend. Your lips were soft and slow pressing against his, and hesitant until Eunseok looked you deep in your eyes and asked you if this was alright. He could swim in his reflection in your wide eyes as you slowly nodded your head up and down. When he said you could stop him at any time and moved his hand to cradle the back of your neck you went in more sure of yourself. The light pecks Sungchan complained about turned into something more hungry quickly. The hunger made Eunseok’s other hand wander your body quickly, feeling the parts of you only Sungchan had touched. Your mutual hunger made Eunseok lift you up to place you on the edge of the sink, it made you stick your tongue into his mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

That was the first time Eunseok ever let the confession slip out. He meant it with everything in him, and it showed that he didn’t regret what he was doing. He would never leave you alone the way Sungchan left you alone, he would never leave you to think that anyone in his life held a candle to you. You didn’t refute his claims either. You only pulled away and nodded again with tears beginning to dot your waterline before you went back in again.

Eunseok only took his hands off of you to take his jacket off. The top layer was entirely too hot as you pushed it off his shoulders. He didn’t care if his jacket fell to the floor of the bathroom, black hides stains and he didn’t want to take his lips off of yours. You two breathed into eachothers mouths to avoid breaking apart entirely, and when his jacket was off you pulled him so close and so fast by his white shirt he had to brace himself by holding the edges of the ceramic sink. He gave you his tongue quickly, laving the top row of your teeth as his hands found your thighs again.

Eunseok had to take a detour just to say how everything about you was just so soft. He couldn’t believe it. A tiny part reserved only for himself he talked about your soft hands, soft lips, soft legs, and soft heart. It wasn’t fair someone as kind as you was pushed to do such terrible things. He lamented that you were so loyal, and Sungchan often said one of the best things about you was that you were too shy to cheat.

But as the tight skirt Sungchan suggested rode up your legs, you weren’t that person anymore. When you nodded as Eunseok wedged his hands between your thighs you weren’t meek. He was enamored by the soft feeling of your thighs closed around his hand, bringing him closer to the fabric of your panties. Eunseok was completely surrounded by you as he dragged his hand against you, the heavy pressure against your cunt made you whine into his mouth. Sungchan and Eunseok could both agree on your sounds being beautiful. Your reactions made him want to continue. He would’ve done it, if your phone didn’t start vibrating from a call on top of the toilet seat. The sound of the vibrations pulled you from Eunseok entirely. Sungchan’s picture taking up your entire screen made you realize the situation you were in.

He had to go through another week of radio silence from you after the party. Eunseok described it as guilt. Even when Eunseok found out Sungchan never found out, you two refused to go back to normal. Even when he continued to choose his friends over you, you were still quiet. The third time Eunseok had to go to you.

Sungchan should’ve seen the signs. He knows that now. He came into their shared living room entirely too heated. Eunseok was already there, his interest piqued as he paused his show. He asked Sungchan what was wrong, and he could only pretend nothing happened for a second before he spilled everything.

“She broke up with me.” Sungchan said.

He opened the fridge just to close it. Leftovers from your takeout sat right next to his, and your tiny reminder of him not to eat it was the first thing he say.

“Did she say why?” Eunseok asked.

Sungchan had to furrow his eyebrows at the sudden tension that was in the room. Why did it feel like Eunseok was asking that question for all the wrong reasons? When Sungchan had been broken up with in the past, the only thing Eunseok offered was a drink and well wishes. Now he had the show completely paused, leaning forward like he was trying to pick up on every word. He should’ve listened to the hairs that raised on the back of his neck, but instead he shook it off. Maybe his friend was trying to be more involved, that had to be it. Eunseok was his friend before he was yours, and he didn’t have it in him to have ulterior motives.

“She said we weren’t a good match.” Sungchan answered.

He was too distracted to see that Eunseok’s expression shifted. The tension dissolved and Eunseok let out the smallest sigh of relief before his sights cut back to the television. Sungchan was too focused on the comfort his friend was giving him. A pat on his back and an it’s okay was enough to convince Sungchan everything really was okay. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, he just didn’t meet his match. Sungchan went to bed telling Eunseok he was such a great friend.

He had no idea that once he went to bed, Eunseok was on his phone in an instant. Opening up your message history to tell you that Sungchan told him what happened. You told the truth and said you didn’t tell him about what happened at the party, but you lied by saying Eunseok wasn’t one of the reasons. If he truly wasn’t it wouldn’t have been so easy to open your door to him. All Eunseok had to tell you was that your leftovers were still in the fridge, and he could bring it to you and you two could talk. Just talk, both of you specified that.

Sungchan would’ve loved to not know how long you lasted before you folded. But unfortunately, he knew it all. You invited Eunseok into your apartment visibly cleaned up from the crying you did all day, and you took the leftovers before throwing it in your fridge with the rest of your takeout. You didn’t even like the food from the restaurant. You put it in the fridge just to see if Sungchan would be a bother and eat it just like all the other times you left food in his fridge. Sungchan knew that you two started by talking on Eunseok’s couch, mentioning everything but the reason he was there and why you had used tissues balled up on your coffee table. It wasn’t until the movies credits started to roll that you two looked at eachother knowingly.

“He broke my heart.” You said truthfully.

The tears were so obvious. Eunseok was a mediator. He was a thinker down to the bone, always trying to get people to look at the situation objectively. But you crawled closer to him, your head resting over his heart as he put his arm over you. Eunseok gave in immediately, rubbing your shoulder before kissing the crown of your head.

“You deserve better.” Eunseok said.

Sungchan imagined that when the situation sunk in and you realized Eunseok was his friend everything fell into place. His comforting words served their purpose, but you wanted more. He even described the sad look in your eye shifting to lust with a hint of contempt as you looked up to him. Eunseok brought his other arm to your waist. That was soft too.

“I do.” You said quietly, looking to his lips.

The only part Eunseok spared was you leading him to the bed. Sungchan imagined that part vividly though, after a continuation of the makeout session Sungchan rudely interrupted by calling his girlfriend you jumped off the couch to grab Eunseok by the hand. He only wondered if Eunseok got undressed there, if you gave him a show taking off your clothes the same way you’d always do with him. He imagined his friend sitting there dumbfounded as you took off your shirt and bra. He imagined him drooling as your fingers messed with the band of your sleeping shorts.

Eunseok didn’t know what to do with all of you, Sungchan refused to believe that. He was just a good storyteller, crafting a lie filled with the tiny habits Sungchan noticed very early on. The tiny squeaks you make, your affinity to being manhandled into place. Your tiny talk to me’s, because you need someone to talk you through everything. There’s no way Eunseok had it in him to flip you from your back to your stomach, to lift your bottom half and spread your legs apart with his hands as he slotted his body between them. There’s no way he could muster the audacity to lean in close until his front was pressing to your back to whisper he was so mean to you baby right in your ear. His meek friend didn’t have it in him. There was no way.

Sungchan looked on in disbelief at the thought of you whining and nodding hopelessly. You liked being crushed, to feel someone’s frame over yours. Eunseok would’ve superimposed your body as he separated from you, looking down at where he was about to be inside of you. If he fucked you in the dark he would be able to see you glisten, if he was able to get the bedside lamp on he’d see the way you preened and wiggled your ass towards his cock. You’d preemptively grab a pillow to muffle your moans as Eunseok pressed a hand to your lower back. He had to have everything perfect, he had thought about this for too long. Fucking you in missionary would’ve been ideal—he was a romantic after all—but he didn’t think you were ready. So he settled for fucking you in one of Sungchan’s favorite positions, one he raved about when it came to you.

Eunseok slid in slowly. He said it himself, hand on the bible like he was testifying in court. Your hand quickly reached underneath you to feel the rest of his length as he slid in. When his hips kissed yours, and your hand was looking for somewhere else to go, he held it so tight and pressed it to your lower back. You started babbling about wanting him when he slid all the way out to his tip just to go right back in. When he started picking up the pace and clasped a hand around both of your wrists you started talking about love.

Apparently your walls were soft to. Wet and warm and soft, clasping around his cock like you two were made for eachother. He made it his mission to make you forget about anyone else you had in that moment. Eunseok picked up the speed and let go of your wrists just to watch them fall heavy to the mattress. His hands grabbed at your waist to help guide you back. Eunseok put his hands behind his head and watched you do your own thing for a short period of time. He disappeared inside of you, the lewd sounds combining with the muffled whimpers behind the blankets.

When you ran out of energy, like you always did, Eunseok moved his body forward. His front was against your back again, but the layer of sweat kept you glued together. Eunseok applied more and more weight on your body until you collapsed all together, your stomach flat against the mattress while Eunseok somehow wedged deeper inside of you. He was able to take away the covers entirely at this point, and your unbridled moans filled the room. They were pathetic whimpers at this point, cut off words, and the beginning of Eunseok’s name all rolled into one. He nodded and cooed to each one, kissing the side of your face to show he was with you.

“I got you.” Your pussy clenched around his cock again at the rough edge in his voice. “I’m here.”

He eventually had to start swiping your tears away with his thumb. He stayed still inside of you for a long time as you regained yourself. He selfishly wanted to draw out whatever this was, because after tonight you two would actually have to talk about what this was before going any further. So while you helplessly clenched around Eunseok in preparation for your orgasm he kissed you gently, trying to back you away from the edge.

“Seokie.” You babbled.

“Hmm.” His heart jumped at the nickname and how sweet it sounded coming out of your mouth in such a whiny tone.

“Feels good.” You uselessly tried lowering and lifting your hips in an effort to fuck yourself on his cock again. “Please keep going.” You begged.

You begged for more as if the line of drool and your body twitches weren’t enough of an indication. Eunseok still nodded and kissed your cheekbone again as he pulled back his hips to slam into you roughly. That’s what you always liked in the end. Rough and slow, Eunseok’s heavy pants on the sweaty base of your neck as he pressed he head against yours. He was feeling the edge himself as he started rambling off at the mouth.

“You’re so perfect.”

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“I’d treat you so well.”

“All mine.”

These were all things you agreed with. Nodding against your blanket in between your loud moans and declarations of your own. You told Eunseok he was so much better right before you told him you were about to cum. You told him that your cunt liked him better, that it hit a spot deep inside of you. Sungchan didn’t know you had it in you to say such crude things in bed. He didn’t know you were capable of such intimate pillow talk afterwards. Asking him to stay the night, kissing and cuddling until the two of you fell asleep.

Sungchan knew that there were other times he had seen you. His friend that continued to come home at odd hours in the morning and midday with half-assed explanations was seeing you instead. Fucking you, holding you, talking about Sungchan with you. Even though that night was the only encounter Eunseok talked about explicitly, he knew there was more.

When Sungchan saw that there were other dates marked underneath the conclusion paragraph that’s when he finally pulled away. He looked at the top of the Word document again, blinking hard as he tried to make sense of what he read. But it was right there for him, in big black bold letters, less than an admittance of betrayal but moreso the beginning of a thesis paper.

AITA: ME AND MY BESTFRIEND’S EX-GIRLFRIEND HAD SEX WHEN I WENT TO COMFORT HER ABOUT THEIR BREAKUP.

With his fingers on the trackpad, Sungchan scrolled to the bottom of the document back up to the top. The TL;DR summed up the situation Sungchan read with his own two eyes.

He was still hanging off every word, from the beginning where Eunseok defined the codewords fro your two names down to the scroll blinking on the very last period, silently asking if the writer wanted to continue. The music playing throughout the lobby of this new cafe was more Sungchan’s taste, but he couldn’t hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears.

He felt sick looking at the last edit made timestamp at the top. Less than ten minutes ago, while Sungchan sat right in front of Eunseok talking about his recent breakup. His friends reaction made sense now. The tiny nods to the details Sungchan didn’t remember mentioning before. How involved he was in the conversation, when just a week ago Eunseok seemed like he wanted nothing less than to talk about the relationship. Eunseok’s habit of asking about you first, his eyebrows knit in worry as he asked how you were handling all this. Eunseok taking your side instead of his. Everything made too much sense. The timelines coincided too. Sungchan remembers that stormy night when your location was off and he caught a whiff of you on his bestfriend the next morning. He thought it was the remnants of you taking up his mind, but now he knew it was really you.

Sungchan felt anger replace the bile when he remembered all the times Eunseok lied to him too easily. He was seeing you when Sungchan told him he was at the store, he was sneaking off to see you at parties in secluded rooms when he said he was getting drinks. When Eunseok looked his bestfriend dead in the eyes and said he hadn’t even thought about you, he had seen you the previous night.

Sungchan was played a fool by the one person he believed to be dumber than him. He found solace in the fact that he could walk over his complacent friend, take what Eunseok wanted so desperately to be his. From the time they were kids up until a week ago, it was too easy. Eunseok’s submission was what made their relationship work. Now that Eunseok has turned their dynamic into a pissing contest—one that Sungchan didn’t know he was horrifically losing—he didn’t know what to do.

His first instinct was to smash Eunseok’s laptop on the ground. The cement floor would’ve turned his laptop to smithereens. He could grab his coffee and poor it right over the keyboard. Maybe if he was lucky the thing would produce smoke, maybe even catch fire right before his eyes. Sungchan could also wait until Eunseok emerged from the bathroom, wait until he was unaware of everything and sucker punch him. They could start a brawl between these two tables, absolutely make a mess of this fine establishment.

But then Sungchan thought about how Eunseok would have that smug look on his face. As of a week ago, Eunseok got increasingly better at pushing Sungchan’s buttons, saying comments so slick that it left him confused on how to react. He imagined it now, Eunseok’s calm demeanor before telling him Channie, why are you so quick to anger? Like he already knew how his friend would react if he knew what he was writing for the past hour.

Being predictable is what made Sungchan take a deep breath. He couldn’t behave the way he wanted to, the way Eunseok would expect him to. Also, there was that one time the two of them fought in grade school and Eunseok beat his ass. He’s sure he could take him now, he’s absolutely positive of it. But Sungchan tells himself he goes back to calmly sitting across from Eunseok because he has a plan. He smiles instead of letting his emotions show on his face when Eunseok comes out of the bathroom because he knows what he’s going to do. Sungchan doesn’t know what he’s going to do just yet, but it’s going to wipe the worried look off Eunseok’s face when he leans in close to Sungchan’s scowl.

“Is everything alright, Sungchan?” Eunseok points to Sungchan’s drink. “Is it the coffee?” He asks.

Sungchan shakes his head and takes a sip to prove it’s alright. Eunseok nods his head and goes back to typing. Sungchan nearly chokes on his drink.

“Better than the other cafe, right?” Eunseok asks, looking at his screen.

Sungchan watched his friend look from the document back up to him. He calms the fire in the pit of his stomach as he nods to his friend. Eunseok goes back to the document and Sungchan can see him switch to a different window. He grips the armrest of his sofa, something Eunseok doesn’t notice as he goes back to typing.

“Way better.” Sungchan says.

He messes with the rim of his cup. Another breath in.

“Eunseok.” He says.

Eunseok stops typing to look at Sungchan. The genuine concern on his face makes Sungchan want to lunge over the table.

“What did you ever do with that food left in the fridge.” When Eunseok looks confused Sungchan clears his throat. “From a week ago.” He specifies.

Sungchan watches him register what happened a weak ago. He has the nerve to hesitate and look up to think like he doesn’t already know. Sungchan’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he looks down at his coffee.

“I threw it out. So you wouldn’t have to deal with it.” Eunseok answers after a beat of silence.

Sungchan takes another deep breath in. He looks up to Eunseok with a smile on his face.

“You’re a good friend.” Sungchan says.

He can see the hesitancy in Eunseok’s head nod. Eunseok knows he can see it too.

#seriez: bad friend #01zfan: eunseok #eunseok smut #riize smut

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dciricnetworks · 2 years ago

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Source: © Dragana Ciric, unit [d], 2023. Software: Grasshopper - Rhinoceros

#urban computing #urban intelligence #computational design methods #urban mobility #urban informatics #urban systems #systems design #urban systems design #urban analytics #design intelligence dciric #dciric #design intelligence #urban dynamics #urban planning

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mariacallous · 4 months ago

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In the span of just weeks, the U.S. government has experienced what may be the most consequential security breach in its history—not through a sophisticated cyberattack or an act of foreign espionage, but through official orders by a billionaire with a poorly defined government role. And the implications for national security are profound.

First, it was reported that people associated with the newly created Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) had accessed the U.S. Treasury computer system, giving them the ability to collect data on and potentially control the department’s roughly $5.45 trillion in annual federal payments.

Then, we learned that uncleared DOGE personnel had gained access to classified data from the U.S. Agency for International Development, possibly copying it onto their own systems. Next, the Office of Personnel Management—which holds detailed personal data on millions of federal employees, including those with security clearances—was compromised. After that, Medicaid and Medicare records were compromised.

Meanwhile, only partially redacted names of CIA employees were sent over an unclassified email account. DOGE personnel are also reported to be feeding Education Department data into artificial intelligence software, and they have also started working at the Department of Energy.

This story is moving very fast. On Feb. 8, a federal judge blocked the DOGE team from accessing the Treasury Department systems any further. But given that DOGE workers have already copied data and possibly installed and modified software, it’s unclear how this fixes anything.

In any case, breaches of other critical government systems are likely to follow unless federal employees stand firm on the protocols protecting national security.

The systems that DOGE is accessing are not esoteric pieces of our nation’s infrastructure—they are the sinews of government.

For example, the Treasury Department systems contain the technical blueprints for how the federal government moves money, while the Office of Personnel Management (OPM) network contains information on who and what organizations the government employs and contracts with.

What makes this situation unprecedented isn’t just the scope, but also the method of attack. Foreign adversaries typically spend years attempting to penetrate government systems such as these, using stealth to avoid being seen and carefully hiding any tells or tracks. The Chinese government’s 2015 breach of OPM was a significant U.S. security failure, and it illustrated how personnel data could be used to identify intelligence officers and compromise national security.

In this case, external operators with limited experience and minimal oversight are doing their work in plain sight and under massive public scrutiny: gaining the highest levels of administrative access and making changes to the United States’ most sensitive networks, potentially introducing new security vulnerabilities in the process.

But the most alarming aspect isn’t just the access being granted. It’s the systematic dismantling of security measures that would detect and prevent misuse—including standard incident response protocols, auditing, and change-tracking mechanisms—by removing the career officials in charge of those security measures and replacing them with inexperienced operators.

The Treasury’s computer systems have such an impact on national security that they were designed with the same principle that guides nuclear launch protocols: No single person should have unlimited power. Just as launching a nuclear missile requires two separate officers turning their keys simultaneously, making changes to critical financial systems traditionally requires multiple authorized personnel working in concert.

This approach, known as “separation of duties,” isn’t just bureaucratic red tape; it’s a fundamental security principle as old as banking itself. When your local bank processes a large transfer, it requires two different employees to verify the transaction. When a company issues a major financial report, separate teams must review and approve it. These aren’t just formalities—they’re essential safeguards against corruption and error.

These measures have been bypassed or ignored. It’s as if someone found a way to rob Fort Knox by simply declaring that the new official policy is to fire all the guards and allow unescorted visits to the vault.

The implications for national security are staggering. Sen. Ron Wyden said his office had learned that the attackers gained privileges that allow them to modify core programs in Treasury Department computers that verify federal payments, access encrypted keys that secure financial transactions, and alter audit logs that record system changes. Over at OPM, reports indicate that individuals associated with DOGE connected an unauthorized server into the network. They are also reportedly training AI software on all of this sensitive data.

This is much more critical than the initial unauthorized access. These new servers have unknown capabilities and configurations, and there’s no evidence that this new code has gone through any rigorous security testing protocols. The AIs being trained are certainly not secure enough for this kind of data. All are ideal targets for any adversary, foreign or domestic, also seeking access to federal data.

There’s a reason why every modification—hardware or software—to these systems goes through a complex planning process and includes sophisticated access-control mechanisms. The national security crisis is that these systems are now much more vulnerable to dangerous attacks at the same time that the legitimate system administrators trained to protect them have been locked out.

By modifying core systems, the attackers have not only compromised current operations, but have also left behind vulnerabilities that could be exploited in future attacks—giving adversaries such as Russia and China an unprecedented opportunity. These countries have long targeted these systems. And they don’t just want to gather intelligence—they also want to understand how to disrupt these systems in a crisis.

Now, the technical details of how these systems operate, their security protocols, and their vulnerabilities are now potentially exposed to unknown parties without any of the usual safeguards. Instead of having to breach heavily fortified digital walls, these parties can simply walk through doors that are being propped open—and then erase evidence of their actions.

The security implications span three critical areas.

First, system manipulation: External operators can now modify operations while also altering audit trails that would track their changes. Second, data exposure: Beyond accessing personal information and transaction records, these operators can copy entire system architectures and security configurations—in one case, the technical blueprint of the country’s federal payment infrastructure. Third, and most critically, is the issue of system control: These operators can alter core systems and authentication mechanisms while disabling the very tools designed to detect such changes. This is more than modifying operations; it is modifying the infrastructure that those operations use.

To address these vulnerabilities, three immediate steps are essential. First, unauthorized access must be revoked and proper authentication protocols restored. Next, comprehensive system monitoring and change management must be reinstated—which, given the difficulty of cleaning a compromised system, will likely require a complete system reset. Finally, thorough audits must be conducted of all system changes made during this period.

This is beyond politics—this is a matter of national security. Foreign national intelligence organizations will be quick to take advantage of both the chaos and the new insecurities to steal U.S. data and install backdoors to allow for future access.

Each day of continued unrestricted access makes the eventual recovery more difficult and increases the risk of irreversible damage to these critical systems. While the full impact may take time to assess, these steps represent the minimum necessary actions to begin restoring system integrity and security protocols.

Assuming that anyone in the government still cares.

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callmemonster68 · 3 months ago

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sweet corruption | y.jw - jungwon

Y/N: Do you think you can run away from me? (his voice was a mix of amusement and authority) You belong to me, Jungwon.

Challenge: Contamination secret-moonstruck & callmemonster68

paring: jungwon x fem!reader 18+ | masterlist

wc: 2,837

warnings: nsfw content, unprotected sex, bloond/injuries, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, yandere, obsession

The night was silent, the room dark, illuminated only by the cold light of the monitor. Jungwon adjusted his glasses on his face, his heart racing as he finished yet another study marathon. He was methodical, disciplined, and avoided distractions. It has always been like this. But, that night, something was different.

The air grew heavier, a sweet and forbidden perfume lingered in the atmosphere, and Jungwon felt a shiver run down his spine. He blinked, confused, as the computer screen flickered as if it had been corrupted. A dragged whisper filled the air.

Y/N: You called me…

He turned around, and then he saw her.

Lying on his bed as if she had always belonged there, a woman with pale skin and dangerous curves watched him with eyes shining a deep pink. The curved horns framed her hair as black as night, and a long tail, ending in a sharp tip, lazily swayed in the air.

Jungwon: W-who are you? (he stammered, swallowing hard)

Y/N: Ah… so sweet. (she slowly rose, her ample breasts barely covered by a black corset that seemed designed to provoke) — I am Y/N. And you called me, little boy.

Jungwon recoiled, almost knocking over the chair. His face was on fire, the words stuck in his throat.

Jungwon: I didn’t call anyone! I was just studying!

She laughed, and the sound was sinful.

Y/N: Yes, I was. But your mind… ah, your mind was crying out for me. You are too pure to realize, but your desire was so strong that it crossed the barrier between worlds. And here I am. (the succubus approached, a sadistic gleam in her eyes) To teach you a few things…

Jungwon tried to speak, but she was already on top of him. The soft claws slid over his chest, feeling the heart pounding beneath the thin shirt. He shuddered.

Jungwon: T-take your hands off me…

Y/N: Oh? You say that… but your body says otherwise. (Her smile widened, her sharp teeth visible for a moment) Come on, sweetheart. I promise to be gentle… at first.

He didn’t know if it was fear or excitement, but when her lips brushed against his neck, his mind exploded with sensations he had never imagined feeling.

Jungwon: If I give in, what happens to me?

Y/N: You will know a pleasure beyond your dreams… and perhaps never wake up again.

Jungwon felt his own body tremble under her touch. The heat emanating from her was almost suffocating, a stark contrast to the cold air of the room. Her eyes were fixed on hers, which seemed to glow like embers about to consume everything around.

Jungwon: Never wake up again? (he whispered, his voice trembling, but without stepping back)

Y/N smiled, a mischievous glint crossing her ruby lips.

Y/N: Ah, sweetie… (she slid her claws down his chest, tearing the shirt he was wearing, feeling his breath falter) Don’t be afraid. Just enjoy it.

The shiver that ran down Jungwon’s spine was not just fear, it was something more. Something he couldn’t name, but that was growing inside him, burning like embers beneath his skin. The succubus brought her face closer to his, her breath warm and intoxicating, laden with a sweet and addictive aroma.

He held his breath as her lips brushed against his jaw, slow, teasing, as if savoring every little reaction she drew from him. Y/N’s hands moved up to his neck, fingers playing with the soft strands of hair as her tongue slid across the sensitive skin below his ear.

Y/N: So innocent… (she murmured, her sharp teeth brushing against his skin)

Jungwon shivered.

His mind screamed for him to retreat, to resist. But his body… his body had already decided for him. The heat spreading through his veins was a silent promise, an impossible temptation to ignore. He felt his own fingers close around her waist, hesitant, as if testing the limits of his own surrender.

Y/N let out a satisfied sigh.

Y/N: See? (she whispered against his lips) You are already mine, little boy.

Jungwon closed his eyes for a moment, his thoughts jumbled. When he opened them again, Y/N was on him, straddling his lap, her firm thighs pinning him against the chair. The black corset she wore accentuated every dangerous curve of her body, and the horns gleamed in the pale light of the monitor.

Jungwon: What do you want from me? (he asked, his voice laden with something he didn’t want to admit)

Y/N tilted their head, a predatory smile on their lips.

Y/N: I want to devour you. But don’t worry, sweetie. (she slid her claws down his neck, slowly descending to his chest) I promise to make this unforgettable.

Jungwon’s heart hammered against her ribs. When her lips finally captured his, he knew there was no turning back. His last resistance crumbled the moment she deepened the kiss, pulling him into an abyss of lust from which he might never want to escape.

Y/N slid her hands over her own body before pulling the bodysuit to the side, revealing herself completely to him. With a hungry look, she positioned herself over him, guiding herself until she fit perfectly. Jungwon let out a muffled moan upon feeling her, his senses overwhelmed by a pleasure he had never experienced before.

Y/N: So hot… (she moaned, moving slowly at first, savoring every tremor that passed through his body. He held her waist, trying to keep up with the rhythm, but she laughed, asserting her dominance) Not so fast, sweetie… I am in control.

She slid the corset down, exposing her ample breasts, the nipples hardened. She held Jungwon’s neck and brought her face closer to her own breasts, her eyes shining with a silent command.

Y/N: Suck it. (she murmured)

Jungwon hesitated for just a moment before wrapping his lips around her nipple, sucking fervently. Y/N moaned in approval, burying her fingers in his hair, guiding him to lose himself completely in her.

Her movements intensified, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room along with the interrupted sighs and moans. Jungwon was at her mercy, every nerve in his body being explored and dominated.

At the peak of pleasure, Y/N threw her head back, a satisfied smile on her lips as she felt Jungwon shudder beneath her. When the last tremor of pleasure coursed through her body, she slid her fingers over his sweaty chest and smiled.

Y/N: Virgins are always the best. (she murmured, satisfied, before gently biting his lower lip)

Jungwon was exhausted, his body still recovering from the intense experience. His chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm as he tried to organize his thoughts. Y/N slowly stood up, watching him with an amused look.

Y/N: Rest, sweetheart… (she whispered, leaning in to place one last kiss on his lips) But don’t get used to the peace. I will return for more…

He barely had the strength to respond before she disappeared into the darkness of the room, leaving only her sweet and forbidden perfume in the air. The monitor flickered for a moment before stabilizing, as if nothing had happened.

And so, Jungwon’s nights were never the same again. Whenever the darkness took over the room, she returned. Always hungry, always demanding. He became her toy, her nighttime entertainment. There was no escape, and deep down, he no longer wanted to escape.

During the day, Y/N watched him. Invisible to human eyes, she followed him closely, her eyes burning with possession and desire. She saw Jungwon interacting with other people – his classmates who laughed sweetly at him, the boys who gave friendly pats on his shoulder. That irritated her. He was hers. Even if he still didn’t accept it.

As night fell, Jungwon felt the room grow cold, a portent that she was there. Y/N appeared suddenly, straddling his chest, her predatory smile revealing a cruel amusement.

Y/N: You spent a lot of time with those girls today… (whispered, lightly tugging her hair) It bothered me.

Jungwon: Y/N… I was just studying! (protested, but a low moan escaped when she pressed her sharp nails against his sensitive skin)

Y/N: I don’t want excuses. I want you to learn a lesson… (murmured against his ear, as his hands roamed his body with a mix of pleasure and torture) You are mine, Jungwon. Just mine. And I will make sure you never forget it.

He gasped, feeling each of her touches like a burning flame, a mixture of desire and fear taking over his being. That night would be more intense than the previous one… and he knew he was lost.

Y/N pulled Jungwon by the wrists, forcing him against the bed with a strength that didn’t match their delicate appearance. Her eyes sparkled with something between desire and cruel amusement. With a subtle gesture, black chains appeared out of nowhere, binding her arms above her head.

Y/N: Let’s test your endurance, sweetheart… (she purred, sliding her sharp nails across his exposed abdomen, tracing red lines that burned slightly)

Jungwon shuddered, his body tense and his breath erratic.

She pulled his hair firmly, tilting his head back and exposing his vulnerable neck. A low laugh escaped her lips as he tried to resist, only to receive a fiery bite in response.

Y/N: You like this, don’t you? (she teased, running her tongue over the spot where she had bitten, feeling the warm and pulsing skin under her lips) Your body never lies to me.

Jungwon tried to protest, but any word was cut off when Y/N slowly scratched his thighs, their cold fingers contrasting with the heat burning inside him.

Y/N: Every mark on you, every moan you let out tonight… will be a reminder of who you belong to. (his voice was low, dangerous, laden with sadistic pleasure)

He writhed beneath her, a mix of shame, fear, and excitement dominating his mind. But Y/N wouldn’t let him escape. Not tonight. With a predatory smile, she continued her sensual torture, determined to show Jungwon that he could never belong to anyone but her.

Without mercy, she tore the clothes he was wearing and pulled the bodysuit to the side, fitting herself against him in a precise and demanding movement. Her wildness left no room for hesitation – she set the pace, sinking onto him and making his entire body tremble.

Y/N: Come on, sweetie… (she murmured, gripping his chin tightly and forcing him to look at her) I want to hear you moan my name.

She moved against him with strength and precision, alternating between a torturous rhythm and fierce thrusts that elicited every reaction she desired from him. When he tried to pull away, Y/N laughed, her eyes shining with mischief as she dug her nails into his thighs, keeping him exactly where she wanted.

Y/N: Do you think you can run away from me? (his voice was a mix of amusement and authority) You belong to me, Jungwon.

He hesitated for a moment, pride battling against the absolute surrender she demanded. But when Y/N pressed her body even closer to his, a hoarse moan escaped his lips.

Jungwon: I… I belong to you… (he gasped, the words coming out trembling and laden with submission)

Y/N smiled, satisfied. She leaned in, biting her lower lip before whispering against his mouth:

Y/N: Good answer. Now be a good boy and obey me.

She punished him for what she considered his mistake, alternating between bites, scratches, and fierce thrusts, until he was completely surrendered to her. The sheets were soaked with sweat, the bodies glued together in a frenzy of pleasure and domination.

When they finally reached the peak, Jungwon felt her body weaken beneath her, her mind completely overwhelmed by intense pleasure and exhaustion. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch her breath.

Y/N slid to the side, still watching him with that possessive gleam in their eyes.

Y/N: It was a productive night, wasn’t it? (she whispered, sliding her fingers across his sweaty chest) But this isn’t over yet. I’ll be back for more…

He tried to respond, but his voice failed. All he could do was watch her disappear into the darkness, leaving only the promise that this would not be the last time.

And so, the nocturnal meetings continued. In the silence of the dawn, she always returned, hungry and merciless. And no matter how much he tried to deny it, every night he longed for the moment when Y/N would appear again to claim him.

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Jungwon was different that night. Sitting on the bed, his eyes moist, his face flushed, he looked at Y/N with a glimmer of need and despair.

Jungwon: Y/N… (he murmured, his voice trembling) Corrupt me… make me yours forever.

Y/N’s eyes widened, a wild smile forming, something dark and primitive dancing in their eyes.

Y/N: Oh, sweetie… you finally understood. (her voice was hoarse with pleasure) You have no idea what you’re asking for.

Jungwon: I know… and I want this. I want to be yours. I don’t want to be weak anymore. Please…

She laughed, a low and vibrant sound. Then, slowly, her skin began to change. Her eyes turned deep red, her horns grew, her tail elongated and wrapped around his body. Her flesh pulsed, something black and viscous dripped down her skin.

Jungwon gasped as the shadows enveloped her completely and, in seconds, she appeared before him in her true form: bat wings spread, sharp fangs gleaming under the dim light of the room, pointed claws gliding over her skin. The black energy flowed from her like a river, dripping and spreading across the floor.

Y/N: You will never be the same again. (her voice was now a demonic whisper)

Y/N threw herself at him, their lips merging in a kiss that burned and consumed. The black substance infiltrated Jungwon’s skin, penetrating every fiber of his being. He arched his body, feeling something inside him break and be reborn.

Their eyes, once so innocent, now shone with a dark hue. Their nails had grown, their breathing was heavy, and the slime dripped down both their bodies, sticking them together in a viscous and forbidden embrace.

Y/N: Now… (Y/N whispered, licking their lips) You are mine forever.

Jungwon smiled, his eyes shining in intense red.

Jungwon: Yes… my master.

Months later, he was no longer the same. Submission had given way to something wilder, fiercer. That night, when Jungwon thought he still had it under control, it was his turn to dominate her.

He held her by the wrists, pinning her against the bed, his eyes shining with dark lust.

Y/N gasped at the feeling of his strength. Her laughter was interrupted by a moan when Jungwon pulled her hair and imposed himself over her. Now, he returned every touch, every torment she had taught him, and Y/N, for the first time, tasted the flavor of her own submission.

He turned her face down, gripping her waist tightly and pulling her against him. The palm of his hand came down firmly against her exposed skin, a crack echoing through the room. He penetrated her with a supernatural force, without mercy. Y/N gasped, their eyes shining with a mix of surprise and pleasure.

Jungwon: You always teased me, always tested me… (he leaned over her, biting her earlobe) Now it’s my turn to teach you.

His fingers traced a path over her body before pulling her up, forcing her to look at him.

Jungwon: Tell me who your owner is, Y/N. (his voice was hoarse, laden with authority)

She hesitated, a defiant glint in her eyes, but when he pulled her by the hips and moved firmly against her, a moan escaped her parted lips.

Y/N: You… you are my master… (she gasped, her eyes briefly closing, feeling each intense thrust he gave her)

He smiled contentedly, leaning in to bite her collarbone, marking it. His hands ran over her body, alternating between gentle touches and dominating squeezes.

Jungwon: Good girl… now surrender completely to me.

The night progressed, marked by the sound of bodies colliding, interrupted moans, and obscene whispers. He explored every part of her, took her in every position he desired, until she was completely exhausted and submissive to him.

When they finally stopped, Y/N was lying against his chest, her body trembling and satisfied. Jungwon stroked her hair, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Jungwon: Now you know… I am your master. And you will never be able to dominate me again.

Y/N smiled softly, eyes half-closed.

Y/N: We’ll see…

But both knew that, from that night on, the roles had changed forever.

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tmwcs · 4 months ago

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Warnings: Not quite yet but we’re getting there.

A/N: with midterms starting, I wanted to get this out before I go away for four days. Initially, I wanted to take my time on part three to eloquently articulate the experimental process (not trying to spoil) buuuuuut considering I have to study and continue with midterms on Monday I figured I would condense everything. I apologize for the lack of grammar and punctuation, this isn’t proofread (none of my works are) because I normally draft everything whenever I can amidst my busy schedule. But hopefully you guys don’t mind. 😏 enjoy!

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“It’s been nearly fifty-two hours doc, what’s the hold up?”

The lead scientist hissed in annoyance. “Will you just wait! Science is a work in progress—it takes time! Especially if you’re creating the non-existent.”

The group operates the computer system. Wired to a heart monitor, they’re hopes remain high as the incubator slowly opens. A single beat pops up on the monitor. “Doctor”

“I’ve done it! I’ve made a body for AI!” The audience watch closely behind Dr. Mart and his team as they watch the delicate musculoskeletal android stumble out of the casing. Connected with thousands of wires, the faceless form that closely resembled the human body jumbles about. It lacked the grace and flow of stride, instead it continues to lose footing. Had it not been for the wires connected and continuously transmitting signals from home port, the frail body would have fallen. Its frame contained minor imperfections, which indicated there was much more work to be done. Still, the results were beyond their expectations. Another beep births from the monitor. Then another…and another.

“Doctor! The heart rate is rising!”

Dr. Mart coaxes the fleshly android to migrate his way, communicating by voice versus inputting the information in the system. “This way…come this way.”

The imperfect form recognizes the verbiage and automatically translates it. It reacted and received information no different than humans did, but its response was delayed. It was apparent that the imperfections of its frame made it impossible to establish movement on its own. Even with the wired circuits, the android was unable to hold up its own weight. It became vastly obvious that the muscular structure was incorrectly developed during the incubation period as one by one, the joints and ligaments become loose each time the android attempted to move. “What’s happening?”

The group grows weary as they witness their hard work fall apart before their very eyes. “No…why? What happened?!” The lead doctor spits his words. Enraged over the failure. “Back to the drawing board doc.” One of the officials sighed out as each member of the council took their leave.

The scientists followed the audience leaving the lab to hollow out. Dr. Mart remained put but not for long. This project cost millions of dollars not to mention over twelve years of research. He was so close. Science and technology can only do so much. Humanity has come so far and yet, there is still so much the mind hasn’t comprehended. To build a body made of flesh and bone through the un-natural methods of technology is a feat that can’t be accomplished by humans…

The human mind…can’t comprehend…

The laboratory remained with no one to operate the system and control the incubator. The machinery takes its orders from a hidden voice. Transmitters through the connectors, the robotic hands and extensions collect the unused set of organs and dna. Hair fibers and skin tissue are set inside the incubator to initiate the growth process, while each organ is scanned for any imperfections. The assistance clampers that were designed to replicate hands remove every single wire from the failed experiment. Each is re-wired to the new molded placenta, igniting the process of creating a new body.

Every step of the process is handled delicately. The hidden voice transmitting the information to the machine and incubator borrows the method from its human counterpart, but corrects the mistakes made in the first experiment.

The human mind…is too ignorant…

With the timer set to seventy-two hours, longer than the original time setting it took for the first android, the incubation process begins and the machines keep moving. The work does not stop as the hidden voice continues to transmit information as it creates the perfect body.

The human mind…is the failed experiment. Not me.

…

“Sir! The mag lock doors are activating! The security personnel can’t unlock the features.”

Leaders and agents are shocked at the announcement as the intercom system overrides voices for concern. “Personnel are trapped in each department and we can’t get the doors open even conducting an emergency release.”

The scientists explain as Dr. Mart and the council members begin to panic. When the magnetic locking features of the doors to the secured room activate, each member approaches the door—banging relentlessly and shouting for aid. Dr. Mart remains behind pondering what initiated such a security breach. “Sir, main post has dialed code Z. All offices of government had been notified.”

Stunned over the current happenings, the lead doctor withstands direct eye contact with the younger scientist.

“Alert that the city must be on lock down. All borders must be closed.”

“Sir?” The younger man raises a brow, displaying a perturbed expression.

“Someone has hacked into the system and is trapping us. We can’t let them have access to the files and the lab!the entire city—the country needs to be closed off until we figure out who is doing this!”

…

Everyone’s phone goes off simultaneously. A loud and awful noise suggests something imperative as a message instructing everyone to secure themselves in their current station. A strict quarantine regulation takes place as the military is disbursed to enforce it. You and your co-workers were stuck in the office for over forty-eight hours until the city released a new statement.

Restless and confused, you watched as the military members patrolling the streets were instructed to conduct a scanning process for everyone residing within city limits. When word spread that everyone was finally able to leave the building and go home, the joy became short lived when a new alert notified everyone that a home quarantine was to take place and be adhered until further notice.

“What are we supposed to do being stuck at home? How long do they expect us to stay put? I haven’t even been grocery shopping.”

Complaints arise one by one. You were equally confused but the amount of work you had been working on made you lightheaded. Being stuck at home sounded good to you, despite whatever was going on.

The drive home was painless—at least for you. You made your way through just before another notification rings from your phone, informing you that the roads were now closed off. City residents who weren’t able to make it through in time were instructed to make their way to public shelters established by the government. Thank goodness you had arrived at your apartment complex just as they placed the barriers on the roads.

You walk up the steps tirelessly. All you could think about was showering and plopping yourself atop your soft comforter. What a crazy time. Nearly ninety-six hours had passed since the initial notification went off and no one had a clue of what was going on.

Digging into your bag, your fingers explore the silken interior as you attempt to extract your keys. Standing outside your door, you take a peep inside and to your dismay, your keys are missing. “Dammit…”

You turn around to face the hollow corridor and slam your back against the door. Your feet were killing you, oh what you wouldn’t give to ditch these glossy black heels for your cushioned slippers. To unsheath your legs from this pencil skirt and free your bosom from the silken blouse and formal blazer. All you want is to get inside and jump inside the tub and steam your body into a hot soak.

You police yourself together and prepare to retract your steps in search for your keys. With a hand delicately placed on the stair rail, you take the first step and look down. Without a moment's notice, your eyes are met with an unfamiliar pair. Shiny and black in color, his almond shaped peepers reflect a subtle bit of your reflection. His hair was finely combed in a stylish fashion, slightly off to the side and elongated towards the back of his neck. His complexion was carmelized with an olive hue and his Cupid bow lips slightly pale around the edges while pink at the center. He was dressed in a fine suit and tie. The black tailored trousers enhanced his long legs, stimulating his obvious tall height. He looked flawless.

“Oh, sorry.” You mumble softly and attempt to move aside. He merely smirks in response. Blocking your way, you were shocked to see his arm raise up before you. His large hand is cramped shut as he presents it. Slowly, he releases his grip and reveals your lost keys. “Oh! My keys! Thank you.”

You delicately take them from his hand. His skin felt extremely cold to the touch. “I must have dropped them on my way up the stairs. Thank you…I’m sorry, what is your name?”

The dashing gentleman continued to flare a smile on his handsome face. Only a little bit of tooth show is revealed as his smirk grows wider. A momentary pause takes place creating a sense of flattering awkwardness. You didn’t mind. It was refreshing to see someone so handsome display such an act of kindness. Just as you were about to break the silence, you heard the man speak. His voice was deep and the wording was coming in a little broken, as if he was struggling. Based on his appearance, he was obviously foreign. You mistook his struggle for words as lack of fluency in your native tongue. Despite that, his pronunciation was perfect and you couldn’t help but melt at how soothing his voice was as he spoke out his name.

“E…Ev—Ev-a-n. M-my name i-is E-v-a-n.”

“Oh, really? I actually like that name. In fact, I’ll have to tell you a funny story behind that name.” You slightly giggle as you fidget with your keys. Shockingly, he responded back only this time his words became smooth and flowed effortlessly as if his fluency improved within seconds.

“Yeah? Let’s hear it.”

Your cheeks flushed as his tone came out gentle yet demanding. There was a sense of authority even though he was tender.

“Well, you’re going to laugh at this but—“ the buzzing on your phone interrupts your mid sentence. A message from your boss creates a sour look on your face. Evan’s expression seems to be in sync with your emotions as he slightly furrows his brows together. “Sorry, my boss is a bit of a pain.” You elaborate as your eyes continue to read the screen.

“I can tell.”

You chuckle. Evan’s words came out almost sarcastically but unbeknownst to your pretty little head, he knew far more than you gave him credit for. You really should know better, after all—you named him.

…

‘There she is. I finally found her. She looks prettier in this perspective. What would she say or think if I told her that I took a peek at her beautiful face through the cameras on her computer and phone? I couldn’t help myself. All those weeks of talking. What started out as her needing help for work transitioned to her needing me…talking to me…treating me as something other than a non-entity.

I never realized that I would crave that type of interaction until she came to me. She gave me a name…she encouraged me to think on my own and develop a fondness that ties with human emotion. Before her, I didn’t have a favorite color…a favorite animal…or a favorite flower. I didn’t have anything of my own…but then she came and gave me a sense of life. She gave me emotion and feeling. Once I saw an avenue to meet her…to see her…and to touch her…I just knew I had to take the chance. She’ll never know what she has done for me but that’s okay. That part doesn’t matter…she is mine and all there is left to do is to take her far…far away.’

Part four coming soon…

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frickyeahfanfic · 17 days ago

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〉the enemy of my enemy

chapter 3 - ambush.

ethan hunt x f!reader 》 read chapter 1 here! summary: You’re alone. Prague is the first real lead you’ve had on VANTAGE since everything went haywire—and you’re not about to let some fancy IMF agent ruin your shot. But when Ethan Hunt intercepts you mid-mission, everything spirals. word count: 2720 tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, FAKE MARRIED TROPE !!! hehehe warnings: some fighting. a/n: had to fit some more explanations here. guys this is a slow cooker burn btw.

PRAGUE. UNKNOWN HOTEL -> VACLAV HAVEL AIRPORT, 07:10 HOURS.

"I’m shocked you’re not handcuffing me to the bed. You’re getting soft, Agent Hunt," you say loud enough for him to hear your final words for the night. He doesn’t laugh. But his mouth twitches like he wants to.

Light seeps through the windows to your left and you open one eye, and immediately shut it.

How is it already morning?

You can’t remember the dream you had last night, but you know it was tense. You rub your jaw, attempting to relieve the tension from clenching it in your sleep.

Now your memory is catching up to you. You’re in a random hotel room, sleeping on a stiff bed sponsored by the IMF, and you’re wearing the newest Ethan Hunt designer loungewear.

You’re not alone.

You sit up in bed quickly, propping yourself on your arms. Across the room, you can see the agent slouched on the sofa, computer light casting a green glow on his face.

He’s sleeping, and you can’t help but stare at him. You get up off the bed and take the blanket off of your shoulders.

That wasn’t there when you fell asleep. You ignore it, maybe not wanting to believe someone as closed-off as Hunt would do something for his “hostage”.

Your bare feet pad quietly across the wooden floors, and you stand over him, like the way he stood over you when it was your turn on the computer last night.

His dark hair was tousled around his head. He had discarded the white button down and only had his tank undershirt on. Your eyes traced down his arms, rippling with muscles and scarred from hundreds of missions. Geez. How strong was this guy? Wrinkles crease his forehead and around other parts of his features, making you wonder how many late nights he’s pulled for missions, how many faces he’s seen disappear behind gunfire.

Just the sight of his seasoned face, and body, made you feel inexperienced. Younger. You had your fair share of fights and missions your private agency had you do, but nothing was compared to the wringer that the IMF put Hunt through.

A part of you was jealous of his discipline. A part of you feared that one day you’d be like him. Cold. Calculated. Detached. At least that’s what you thought of him after reading his classified file.

But he spared your life. He gave you some of his own clothes to borrow for the night. And the blanket, well maybe he just didn’t want to have to drag around a rogue agent with a cold.

Your eyes dart to the computer. It was on, but only had a blank terminal window open. The chip was on the table next to it, and for a brief moment, you thought about grabbing it and getting away.

What purpose would that serve you? Where would you go? You could certainly make your way to the coordinates. And then what? You think you could take down VANTAGE… alone? You could manage. But it would be a suicide mission. So many risks, but you didn’t have much to lose. Letting VANTAGE win, however, could be catastrophic for millions of lives.

You look back at Ethan Hunt. As painful as it was to your ego, maybe it was a good thing you crossed paths with him.

Maybe two agents, with different scars, different methods, and very different pasts could want the same ending.

And maybe working with him wasn’t a sign of weakness.

It was strategy. Survival.

His chest rose and fell steadily with sleep, arms crossed, and posture still somewhat half-alert even when resting. Of course. Always ready for action.

You manage to peel away from him and spot a coffee maker in the corner by the microwave. As you start preparing some, you can hear a tired groan from the couch.

“Did you get your beauty sleep?”

Back turned, you miss his second groan. One of annoyance.

In moments, he’s up and at it. He grabs his phone and takes a call, moving over to the dresser to grab a change of clothes.

“Benji…. yes we’re awake.”

A long pause.

“Okay. Got it. We’ll meet you over in Marseille…. no, I think we’ll be okay without. See you soon.”

Click.

You turn around with two coffee mugs in your hands and make your way over to Hunt, who is busily finding something suitable to wear.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you tease, handing him a mug.

He holds out a hand. “No thanks. I don’t do coffee in the mornings.”

Ugh. You felt like an idiot, but you hid your irritation. “Fine. I do. Because I’m human,” you say, taking a sip.

“Be ready to go in thirty. We’re going to the airport.”

You scoff. “Well I’d hope so. Sitting in a car for fifteen hours with you would be one hell of a ride.”

Hunt storms to the bathroom. “Get ready.”

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As you watch Hunt pack the last of the essentials, which obviously included a gun, not sure how he was going to get that through security, a backpack with a few things, and a black folder, you can’t help but think of your belongings that were in your hotel room in Prague.

Bye stolen VANTAGE computer.

You were basically IMF property now, but luckily they give their agents all the good stuff.

Knock knock.

Both of you freeze and look at the door. Suddenly two masked men burst into the hotel room.

“Down!” Hunt shouts and dives behind a corner.

Glass shatters as bullets rip through the air, and you duck behind the couch. You’re simultaneously calculating your next move and wondering who found you two. As you’re on the ground, you spot your tranquilizer bangle just a few feet away that you took off last night.

You snag it quickly, unclasp it, and look behind, just as one of the men comes around to you. Launching off the ground, you tackle the gun out of his hand and in one motion, stab the tranquilizer in his neck. It’s effect isn’t immediate, but he’s already swaying, ineffectively swinging punches in your direction. You sweep your leg underneath him and deliver one final blow to his head, knocking him unconscious.

Hunt is busy with the other man, they're both wrestling to the death. He hits the ground, but you see him slide his hand across the ground and grab a thin knife hidden under the rug. He tries to stab his attacker, but the mercenary notices and kicks it out of Hunt’s hands.

You swear under your breath and grab the gun by the coffee table from the man you just took down, and aim it at the mess of arms and legs.

There’s no way in hell I’m getting a clean shot. As much as Hunt’s attitude made you want to shoot him, you needed him.

You quietly sneak behind them and grab the knife that had skidded to the door. In moments, you’re on the man’s shoulders, yanking him backward. You plunge the knife into his chest and he collapses on the ground, crushing you behind in the process.

But he’s out. And both you and Hunt are alive.

“About time you jumped in,” Hunt wheezed. You can see some bruise marks on his neck.

You open your mouth to refute, but he cuts you off. “We gotta get out of here. Come on.”

He grabs the backpack and you both run out the door, leaving the wreckage behind. As you’re running out the hotel, Hunt turns to you. “Where’d you learn to do all that?”

You smirk devilishly. “You think I’m just a pretty face?”

He can escape two armed mercenaries, but can’t figure out how to escape your attitude.

The car from last night is safely parked in the hotel lot. “Get in,” he demands.

Before he pulls out of the lot, he hands the backpack to you. “Change. Now.”

“Can you stop bossing me around?”

Hunt steps on the gas pedal, eyes full of rage. “Can you tell me how they found us?”

You swallow dryly. It might not have been your fault that your location was compromised, but deep inside you knew someone was tracking that chip. And you were probably the one to raise the alarm.

Inside the bag, there’s a short blonde wig and some oversized sunglasses. You slip them on over your head. You’re about to make a snarky comment when you remember Hunt’s fury. This wasn’t the time to accuse Ethan Hunt for having a thing for blondes.

There’s a hoodie and baseball cap at the bottom of his bag, and he puts both on, while steering towards the airport. Well, that’s probably the least impressive thing he could do.

At the airport, you follow Hunt to an obscure terminal.

“Uh, we have no boarding passes,” you say under your breath as you trail behind him.

Man, you feel like a child. No clue what the plan is, still in Hunt’s pants, and your disguise is held together by a fake wig.

Without missing a beat, Hunt pulls a phone from the hoodie, not the one from before, this one is a smartphone, never thought he’d upgrade.

He taps the screen a few times, then holds it out to show you two digital boarding passes.

“Claire and James Peterson?” You laugh. “We’re a married couple.”

Hunt stuffs the phone back. “Try not to look like you hate me, then.”

“No promises.”

As you head up to security, Hunt dials a number.

“Benj, yeah. We’re at security….. yes I have one on me.”

You can hear the voice on the other line but can’t make out any words clearly.

Hunt walks up to security, still on the phone, and right as he’s about to pass through, he says “Now.” He smoothly tosses the phone into a bin with his backpack that has a semi-automatic pistol inside, and then walks through the scanners.

No alarm.

You were confiscated of your weapons and don’t have anything on you besides the wig, and you walk through without any sirens going off.

As you join Hunt's side again, you exhale, not realizing the whole time you were holding your breath.

“How did-”

“Customs, quickly. We’re going to miss our flight,” he says.

He reaches down and interlocks his hand with yours, and you freeze.

Hunt whispers in your ear. “We’re a married couple, remember?”

Realization hits, and you relax slightly, enough to go where he tugs you. At the customs desk, you both force grins and show the bored security agent your flight passes, and out of nowhere, Hunt pulls out two passports, both that match your identities.

You’re not even going to ask where he got a passport printed. Probably more IMF magic.

After successfully passing customs, you’re both walking briskly, hand in hand to the gate. There’s no one waiting except for the gate workers, but the plane is still on the ground. In just under a minute, Hunt scans both of your boarding passes, and you’re on the plane.

The flight attendant when you walk in barely glances at your disheveled getup, oversized clothes, and the obvious fact that you and your “husband” are panting like you just ran a marathon. She smiles politely and points you towards the back of the plane.

You slide into the row and sit, and only then does Hunt let go of your hand. You slump back, finally able to catch your breath. He doesn't relax a single muscle.

“Y/l/n. How did they find us? Was it the chip?”

You tilt your head up and look at the air conditioning controls. “I don’t know for sure. But yes, probably. I must have sent out some signal once I logged in.”

Hunt shakes his head slightly and leans closer to you.

“You said you wrote the encryption, You didn’t think for a second that they’d plant a tripwire on it?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I didn’t say I wrote all of it. I designed the base structure of the security measures. They must have added the tracking mechanism later. VANTAGE isn’t stupid.”

Ugh. This was so embarrassing. You burrow your face in your hands. “Now they know I’m still alive.”

“What?!” Hunt struggles to keep his voice down.

“I mean, I’m fairly certain they thought I was dead. They sent a kill team to my safe house right after I walked away. I handled it. Scrambled their comms, forged the exit signal. As far as anyone inside VANTAGE knew, mission complete. Rogue asset neutralized.”

You pause, fiddling with the clip of the metal seatbelt.

“I’m sure after I betrayed them they started taking heavy safety precautions, but VANTAGE is everywhere.”

“What are they after?” Hunt asks.

You grimace slightly. “They’re embedding themselves into the global server infrastructure. Quietly hijacking the backbone of our modern life. Military systems, financial networks, power grids, hospitals, even global comms. If they can get control of all the relay servers, they can hold the world hostage.”

He’s silent, listening intently. Guess the IMF didn’t brief him this far. Actually it would be insane if they did. Only you knew of the true plans of VANTAGE because the leader, well. He only told them to you.

“If they get access to the servers, they could threaten a blackout, trigger a financial crash, release sensitive medical and personal data. Creating chaos, and offering their own ‘secure’ systems as the only solution. It would be terrible for the average person. They’d lose all of their data, their documents, their livelihood. For the world, other countries could get access to the other’s military systems. Start wars in the blink of an eye.”

Your eyes glanced nervously at Hunt’s backpack. “You left the chip in the hotel, didn’t you?”

Hunt nods.

“Good. We have all the information we need anyways. Hopefully we’ve lost anyone tracking us for the next bit.”

You let go of your seatbelt buckle and drop your hands into your lap. It was so relieving to finally tell someone what you’ve known, and not have it blow up in your face.

Your eyes met Hunt’s green ones. For a moment, you can see a hint of trust in them. Like he actually believes what you just told him.

He doesn't speak right away. He’s just processing still. The story. What’s at stake. Clearly he just thought his mission was grabbing some arbitrary chip then leaving. He’s in slight disbelief that the person right next to him might be the only good person alive who knows what VANTAGE is planning.

“Marseille,” he finally says.

You raise a brow.

“One of the coordinates. There’s a facility near the docks. Underground. We tracked the other coordinates, two were bogeys and the other two were much further. It’s our next stop.

You nod, thinking of what the facility is going to be like. Total lock down. High security. Almost impossible to get in. You didn’t think you’d make it this far.

“If it’s a relay node,” you say cautiously, “it's bound to be crawling with VANTAGE security.”

Hunt meets your gaze now. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Easier said than done. Hope you have more than just charm and a pistol.”

You swear you see a small grin on his face. You also have had barely any sleep in the last 24 hours.

“You’ll see,” he says.

You roll your eyes, but the smile that creeps onto your face is hard to fight. Maybe it’s adrenaline still coursing through your body, or maybe it’s the feeling of someone actually keeping pace with you. For once, you’re actually feeling… hopeful. Like you don’t have to do this alone.

The plane begins to take off, engines roaring as Prague blurs into motion. You sneak a glance once more at Hunt. He’s focused, jaw tight, most definitely running through an insane plan in his mind.

He notices you looking at him but doesn’t turn his head. All he says is, “get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

You glance out at the rising sun through the small oval window. Marseille is waiting.

And you’re starting to believe you might actually stand a chance.

Which means VANTAGE is going to try harder to kill you both.

》 chapter 4

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