I'm yours (George)

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Hello Happy Halloween or The start of Dí de los Muertos (the day of the dead) if your starts today. Also thanks for 2k readers. So today story has some spicy towards the end(this is my first time writing spice so let me know if you like it). I was really expired by the song, 'i'm yours' by Isabel LaRosa. So this is a superhero/villain au. You are called, The Mistress of the Night, your powers are Dream Control and Pyrokinesis. And George's name is, 404, his powers are perfect aim and new technology. So I do hope you enjoy.

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'The Mistress of the night has caught chaos once again. Letting a sworn of cops get under her control. Can anyone  stop her?' Turning off the tv to walk down to a lair. Every week it's something new with them. Hearing the projector turn on my head turns to the front seeing Dream then to the side of him Sapnap. "Again with them. I'm not going. I tried to take them but all they do is go into my head. After that time when we all went, I couldn't think straight." Sapnap started to complain looking at him more than I did. "Well good cause you aren't going to get her. 404 here is gonna try." I stared at him with doubtful eyes. "He wants to make a name for himself rather than the Dream Team. So he's going out to get her." by that Dream hangs up shutting off the projector. Walking into the closet and grabbing my uniform. Dark blue jeans with sleeves cut black turtle neck. My glasses were tinted lenses the sides black lines with blue. The shoes were black with blue.

On top of a building the cops aimed at any little thing that moved unless it was human. They just let them go away. It was weird. They didn't even take them hostage. "They see their loved one towards the human that are out." a voice spoke behind me. There she was The Mistress of the Night. "That's what your thinking right? Why they aren't hurting civilians on the street." she batted her eyes walking closer to me. She wore her signature look. On her left side knee high tights with a hint of purple. While her right the tights were all the way connected to the body suit she had on. The side of her right tights was cut open connect by a thread showing the skin. Her top color was purple around her breast and hips. Her suit came with one glove going below her elbow as the other came went up to her armpit. With a hood connecting her bodysuit and a mask covering her mouth. Lastly with 2 buckles around her left arm and left leg. She pulled down her mask while she started to talk. "Where are the other 2 or your friends Mr 404?" She started to get close to me. "They wanted to see if I can make a name for myself without needing their help." she tilts her head with a nod. "Then let me make it easy for you. I will let the cops go free. While you and I just talk or something. Plus those cops were just for fun." she placed her hand on my chest tracing the number 404. "Would you like that George?" I started to slowly melt once she placed her hand on my chest. Till I recognized my name out her mouth "what did you call me?" She looked over the building with a snap the cops looked around for her. Then faced me. "I mean that's your name, right? George and your friends are Clay and Sapnap. But sapnap real name isn't that. It's something else. I respect his boundaries so I won't say his name out loud. But I know your name." More questions started to wonder how or why she knows these things. "Come on ask the question, George. I know you wanna know." she sat on the ledge leaning back as I stared at her. It seem like she was waiting for me to ask that single question. She sighs, "Mistress how do you know our names," she tries to mimic my voice as she looks over at me. I only tilted my head with a shake. All she did was nod, "Why thank you for asking," she stands up, "Before I go to a city to 'Terrorized' it. I like to be prepared. Knowing the heroes that protect it. How they started, what are they like, friends not family, and you know like a detective. And for your backstory is you were from Ancient Greece has perfect aim somehow got transported here to the new era." Walking around me placing her hand on my shoulder and sliding it to the other, "Yet you still learn about the new technology  and gain a new 'power.' Am I wrong?" She tilts her head looking at me. Moving her hand to the front of my face moving a piece of hair out of my face. All I did was stare at her. Her eyes moved down from my hair to my eyes. "No words George I thought you were quite a talker the other times we talk." she started to move away from me.

In straight reaction, I grab her wrist pulling her closer to me. It was like I needed her to be close to me. She tried to calm her breathing down. She look from my eyes down to my lips while I did the same. "Are you gonna do something George?" she questioned as her heartbeat quickened. Leaning into her putting my hands on her cheeks. Placing a kiss on her lips. Our lips connect as if they were two puzzle pieces fitting together. The tension between us all dead down cause of this kiss. She started to slide her arms around my neck with her fingers going through my hair. Her fingers were tugging at my hair. While I deepen the kiss with the passion and lust feeding off each other. My hands wanted to be all over her body. Moving my hands to her back feeling her body up against me. She started to arch her back closer to me. My head broke the kiss as her hood fell. Making my kiss down to her neck. I started to hear the soft moans escape her mouth to her only to pull my hair once more.

Then a call appears from Dream. I wanted to keep going to see how far this would've gone but for her, that was a call-off between us. She gained her breath as she whisper in my ear. "I do hope to see you again George," she slowly places a kiss where a crack of my neck showed, "and maybe we can finish this." with that she was off to the next building then the next then the next, and so on. The ring keeps going through my glasses as I answer. "Did you get them 404?" he question as George just look to where they left, "no I didn't but next time I will."

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