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warnings: uncharacteristic behavior, violence and murder, kidnapping, noncon somnophilia
Pim fiddled with his fingers as he stood as close to you as possible, staring unfocused at his hands. Every now and then he'd look up at the person you were talking to with a blank expression before going back to his fingers. You'd glance over at him a couple times, noticing the way his composure slightly faltered.
He was proven right very quickly, the stranger beginning to flirt with you in full sincerity with many sexual undertones. You just kind of stared back in return, unimpressed and unreciprocal. Pim moved his hand to find yours, intertwining them tightly. His other hand set tensed to his side, fidgeting by itself. The guy noticed this, turning his attention towards Pim.
I love Pim too much even repeat what was said to him, just know it was something along the lines of
"lmao is this your boyfriend? he looks like a-"
The both of you gawked at him a little, utterly bewildered by the fucking audacity. Now you were shaking, resisting the urge to sock that motherfucker right in his jaw.
"aww, are you mad?"
The fool began to mock, embarrassing nobody but himself. Even when you told it to go away, it wouldn't. Even when you tried to leave, it would follow. That was the last straw.
Pim stepped in front of you, blocking the fucker's path. It tried to get around him, but he wouldn't let it past, resulting in him getting shoved out of the way. Ok, that was the last straw.
Pim grabbed the freak, pulling him away from you before jumping it's fucking ASS. You didn't know he was even capable of such feats. It tried to fight him off, but Pim was able to hold his own. 3 feet and 6 inches tall mind you. Nobody had time to process before things escalated, the public nuisance ending up seriously injured.
Pim froze, processing the situation. He stared down at the soon to be roadkill, laying on the ground in agony. He knew he should feel bad, awful even- but he.. didn't. Quite the opposite, in fact. He gritted his teeth, balling his fists as he crawled ontop of the thing.
What happened next was a blur for Pim. In the end was a very dead body and a rather bloody critter, staring down at the mess with rapid breaths and a shaky body. He couldn't believe what he had done. You took no time in comforting Pim, leaning down to wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your forehead against his. He gripped you tightly, trying not to hyperventilate.
You kissed away his tears, ensuring him that it's okay, and that he's okay. It was self defense after all, you were just protecting yourself and your lover. Soon enough it works and he calms down, closing his eyelids and pressing his head against yours. He breathes, shaky but not so rapid anymore.
He ponders your words in deep thought, coming to the conclusion that you're right.. maybe.. maybe some people don't deserve to live. He opens his eyes, staring at you for a long moment. Unfortunately, you can't just han tf out around your victim's corpse, so you did have to take care of that before you could go home.
Over the next few days, Pim had gotten extra clingy. The more he reflected on what he did, the more he wanted to do it again. This scared him deeply, he's not a murderer.. right? But there was another problem. You'd been getting awfully close to a new friend, to the point Pim felt like it took away from your time with him.
This alone would just make him sad and insecure at worst, but this newfound spark in him said otherwise. It whispered justifications in his ear about how he'd be saving you, how it's the only way to get such a bad influence out of your life.
This time... you weren't as supportive. You didn't get upset at him, you could never. But you couldn't encourage him either. You let him try to explain himself, try to justify what he did. In the end, you were always going to choose him anyways. You sighed, helping him hide the evidence.
That night, the atmosphere was different. You nervously side eyed Pim, who had not once taken his eyes off you. You sat up, excusing yourself for a moment. You went outside, deciding to take a walk to clear your mind and think. Were you responsible for this? What had you done to him?
You sighed, so deep in your thoughts you didn't notice the critter walking up behind you. Not until he had jumped onto you, holding a damp washrag to your face. You squealed, leaning backwards and nearly falling before the assailant caught you and wrestled you onto the ground. You could barely make out a round silhouette before losing consciousness rather quickly.
You woke up in bed, but it wasn't your bed. You tried to panic, but your brain was still too scrambled to even think. You struggled to move, only to realize your range was limited by a chain anchoring you to the footboard. A groan escaped your lips as you writhed around a little.
You recognized Pim's voice, stirring immense confusion. Where were you, what did he do? Your questions were soon to be answered.
"This is your new home! I can keep you safe here, and you won't ever have to worry about anyone ever again!"
".....?!"
You went to question, but whatever drugs were in your system had NOT worn off much at all. It wasn't long before you were out again. Pim stared down at you, listening to your snores with content. He ran his fingers through your hair, feeling his pants tighten further by the minute.
He couldn't bring himself to fully defile you, not just yet at least. But that doesn't mean he won't touch you, he'll definitely do a lot of that. He pressed his lips to yours, pressing his body into yours and uncontrollably rutting against it. He couldn't stop himself from pulling it out, bringing it over to your face. Pim hesitated before touching his tip to your mouth, biting back a whine at how good you felt.
He soon got carried away, rubbing it all over your lips and tongue, whispering apologies as he did so. He held your head, guiding it all over his dick. The way your snores vibrated him and your tongue slobbered were almost too much for him, and he hadn't even realized he'd begun to desperately fuck your face until he heard you gag. He was so close already, biting back his noises to better hear your gagging and slurping. He bucked his hips into your face tightly, convulsing as he shot his load in your throat. He didn't mean to, you just felt so fucking good he couldn't pull out!
As the night went on, Pim found himself unable to stop violating you. He had to make sure you were his, that he'd claimed all of you. You'd come to understand that.
By this point you were covered in his cum, as well as numerous bites, hickeys, and bruises. He was once again fucking the shit out of you, your legs around his shoulders as he gave you his all. His balls slapped against your sweaty skin, nails digging into your sides.
By the end he lay next to you, almost gasping for air. He made sure to harness enough energy to clean you up before passing out with you in his arms.
HORRIFICALLY low effort doodle but do you see the vision
(the one getting all the attention is me, and the voyeur on the very left of the gooning trio is not a forsaken character and I think u can guess who it is)
MDNI this is literally porn (even if the quality is dogshit)
posting this purely to show oomf without flashing them so no tags
Requests are always open unless explicitly stated otherwise. I write for the following characters:
forsaken (main fandom): all survivors, Azure, and 1x1x1x1. I MIGHT write for the ACTUAL MYTH c00lkidd, NOT THE FORSAKEN ONE.
ninah: coat guy, cat visitor, and the pale man
smiling friends: Pim, Charlie, and Allan
I no longer write for invincible. if I do, it'll be once in a blue moon, and not by request (except for the one shapesmith x reader request that I've been procrastinating on for like a year now)
RULES
!! PLEASE BE SPECIFIC!! "character x reader" GETS SO EXHAUSTING AFTER A WHILE. LIKE GIVE ME IDEAS!! I'M RUNNING OUT OF CREATIVE JUICES OH MY GODDDD. !!
I WILL WRITE ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR THE FOLLOWING:
1. scat, vomit, pus, those types of fluids. I WILL WRITE FOR PISS KINKS THOUGH!!
2. anything pedophilic, including ageplay. I WILL WRITE SFW AGERE, AS IT IS NOT THE SAME.
3. aged up minor characters (with FEW exceptions).
^ I used to write the South Park cast as adults, because I had an adult AU in my head from a rp group FAR before I even thought to ship them. however, this is not clear in my posts of them, and I will not explain this each and every time, so I no longer do this or anything like it. I abandoned my main blog specifically out of shame for this.
^^ this is different from teenaged characters that you had a crush on when you were their age, but now you're an adult and they haven't grown up with you. I understand this, I have a few of these myself (the ninja turtles and steven universe to be specific). although I do not CURRENTLY write for any characters that this would apply to, the fandoms I write for are subject to change.
It's me, your local unorganized reader insert writer!! here's some things you should know!!
I know it won't be hard to connect the dots between my Tumblr and my multitude of other accounts, but I shall go by an alias anyways just for shits and giggles I guess.
so call me Apollo, he/him. I am 20 years old and minors are NOT permitted here.
^ I don't understand why people get so fucking offended by that, God forbid I don't want CHILDREN interacting with PORN?????? what the FUCK.
most importantly, I am a FREAK!!!! THIS IS A DEAD DOVE BLOG.
to CLARIFY what that means;
✅ non-con, ALL yandere themes, POSSIBLY necro (probably not but I feel the need to earn you anyways)
❌ incest, pedophilia, zoophilia, basically the only problematic kinks you'll see on here are my own trauma kinks.
^ I KNOW these ethical rules are convoluted and quite frankly stupid, but that is simply how I feel. you are allowed to write whatever you want, as long as you acknowledge that people are allowed to be disgusted with it and not call that censorship or focus all your energy on antis when half of your own community is children in a place they cannot safely be and are actively being groomed as a result.
moving on from the warnings, here is a list of everything I am into that you can expect to find here, even if I have not yet made it.
somnophilia (consensual and otherwise)
all degrees of bodily harm, from basic bite marks and bruises, to carving names in skin, to amputation. I'll do it all.
technically, not all my posts will be strictly yandere (I honestly don't even like that word but it's an accurate one), but that is the basis for this blog (can you tell I'm a freak)
petplay but in the ownership way not the barking and meowing way
voyeurism (consensual and otherwise)
LOTS OF MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES. I am EXTREMELY, like SEVERELY mentally ill, like not even my psychiatrist knows just how much is wrong with me yet, because oh my God there is genuinely SO much that is wrong with me (in case you somehow couldn't tell). It's genuinely an intrinsic part of my identity and personality (because yk, that's how disorders work, especially when you have a fuckton), and as such, it will be heavily included in almost all of my writing, even if I don't really intend for it to.
as I assume is the case for most if not all reader insert writers, I'm really just selfshipping but turning myself into a Y/N so that everyone can indulge in my selfship ideas because I cannot gatekeep them they're too peak.
^ Because of this, I try to keep the reader as un-descriptive as possible, but sometimes I will absolutely indulge and just write myself and call it the reader.
^^ however!! I hate when people mischaracterize me like that, so I always try to put a disclaimer on these posts so you're not disappointed and actually know what the expect. this way, it's more likely for people to actually feel represented by my self insert instead of having someone else's identity shoved down their throat, ykwim??? do u feel me on this!!!!
I PERSONALLY don't care for yandere fics where the reader never gets Stockholm syndrome, as the whole point of me reading the fic is that I AM in love with the yandere so why are you making me hate the loml?? I DO SEE THE APPEAL!!! I'm just not personally appealed, although sometimes those fics are fucking banginnnnngggggg. ALL THAT TO SAY reader will usually if not always have Stockholm syndrome, even if they don't start out with it.
reader's AGAB will never be described unless it is actually relevant, and when it is, expect to see an equal amount of both genitals (ya boy is genderfluid)
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I think u can figure out what kind of freak I am based on these
inspired by the amazing @bun-che
unfortunately I already had the audios saved in my browser without the Reddit post I got them from 😭💔💔
TELAMON (this audio makes me absolutely bust in my fucking paaannnts bro someone please do this to me) : https://soundgasm.net/u/HowlVA/M4F-Say-I-love-you-RapeKidnappedYandere-1
ELLIOT (I couldn't pick between Elliot or Guest for this one I'm ngl. this audio also makes me-): https://soundgasm.net/u/RadiantUmbra/Yandere-next-door-gets-you-cumdrunk-on-his-cocktail
Post-Hell Commune (post forsaken au that I will now be using for many if not all of my forsaken x reader fics)
synopsis; After somehow escaping hell, many of the survivors found themselves unable to re-enter society and on the brink of giving up. That's when one of them happened across you, a magical fella that lives in the woods. Without the slightest hint of an ounce of any hesitation or even pausing to think, you offered (insisted, actually) that they come live with you and make a commune. How you even knew they were struggling is unknown, but with a little teamwork, you all built a full, self-sustaining community deep in the woods. Now, you all get what you really needed- an escape from capitalism and a strong sense of deep community and belonging.
Note that not all of the survivors are in the commune are there because they can't function in society, a few of them are just there because they're trauma-bonded to the other survivors and decided life would simply be better this way. 007n7 would realistically be here but i don't fucking like him.
affection meter: Beside the names of each survivor is a heart with a number from 1-5. i think you can figure out what the numbers mean.
‼️ this is the BASELINE, and is subject to chance depending on who I'm writing for. ‼️
I WILL STILL WRITE FOR PEOPLE THAT AREN'T MENTIONED HERE, THEY'RE JUST NOT IN THE COMMUNE.
heart types:
❤️ is platonic, perhaps even familial
💖 is either queerplat, or they can't tell whic
💘 is romantic
❤️🔥 is sexual
♾️ doesn't actually mean more than 5, it just means their attraction to you is obsessive
ROLES:
YOU
are the caretaker of health, both physical but especially emotional. With your INTENSE mental health history, you are living proof that there is always hope and it does get better. The sheer amount of mental health skills you've picked up is monumental, and you are fiercely dedicated to making the survivors feel loved, wanted, and safe (even Taph's evil ass). Your primary focus is making the survivors feel as loved and cared for as possible. You also bleed regenerative magic. Your blood is used in healing, damage repairs, and power (as in electricity).
5💖 CHANCE ❤️🔥♾️
is kinda like your partner (JOB-WISE!!). You work together to boost morale, operating on two sides of the same coin (no irony intended). Your support is in the form of love and connection, whereas theirs is comedic relief and whimsy. Lowkey a liability but we still love him because he is funny. Chance is also a backup defender in the rare case that a threat is so large that all THREE of the others still can't handle it. Can NOT be left without adult supervision /hj
♾️💖 ELLIOT ❤️🔥2.5
is both the cook and the healer, think Julieta from Encanto. With your magic, as well as produce from the garden and meat from the hunters, he cooks up meals for the commune that boost physical wellbeing and heals injuries and disease. (Your magic can NOT get rid of scars or disabilities, as there is nothing to heal. It also does not prevent scarring.) Not only does he cook and prepare the food, he also makes sure people are actually eating it and staying in decent shape. Elliot's obsession is the most "innocent", he doesn't even realize he is let alone if he feels platonic or romantic.
♾️💘 TWO TIME ❤️🔥2.3
patrols the area, using their speed and stealth to eliminate any smaller threats spotted. Anyone who plays Two Time knows they are NOT strong at ALL, they rely on their skillset as opposed to muscle in their attacks. This means that they cannot deal with larger threats alone, which is what Guest and Shedletsky are for. Their outdoorsy role finds itself very beneficial for all parties involved. Times finds the quiet serenity to be rather calming, and it is where the temple is. (I forgot to mention, but two time built a little shrine/temple thing. it's not specific to the spawn, rather a communal church area for whatever purpose people find in it. you can even get married there! it basically exists to be a place of meditation if that makes sense. somewhere to chill the fuck out.) Their time outdoors in the peace has provided a decent amount of healing to them, although sometimes the silence gets to be far too loud and they can get stuck in their own spiraling thoughts. That's what you're here for, though! Two Time is extremely obsessed with you, but considering its TWO TIME, this obsession isn't obviously as they kind just act like that normally.
♾️💘 GUEST ❤️🔥4.6
is the primary guard/defender, and the secondary hunter. When danger is spotted, he's the main guy to report it to, as he stays near the cabin. If he happens upon a necessary source of meat, or supplies are running low... well, you know where meat comes from. He is very obviously obsessed with you, as unlike Two Time, he does NOT usually act like that. He's always near you when he isn't needed elsewhere, as if he were your personal bodyguard and not a sentinel of the commune.
♾️💖 SHEDLETSKY ❤️🔥♾️
is the primary hunter, and secondary defender. With his wings, he's able to cover large distances much easier than the others. This allows him to spot ideal prey animals, as well as any uncaught threats. He also helped design the commune, alongside You, Taph, and Builderman. (both are obsessed with you, but 💖Shedletsky is more casual about it whereas 💘Telamon is...... well, it's Telamon.....)
4.8🩷 BUILDERMAN ❤️🔥0.7
is the security guy. He's installed cameras around the site, and is in charge of the surveillance computer (although its accessible to everyone). they dont reach very far, but if something were to get past the sentinels, there's no way to get inside the commune itself without loudly alerting the computer. this is where-
2.7🩷 TAPH ❤️🔥0.2
comes in. Due to being 50% of why the survivors couldnt go back home in the first place, as this bitchass DESTROYED THEM, he has been forced to serve the commune. She is under 24/7 surveillance, usually by Builderman. They are able to win back the trust of the other survivors, though I don't imagine this to be easy. Like in Forsaken, Taph builds explosives and traps. These are tied to the security system, and accessed by the same console. Passive traps are rigged to go off immediately upon a security alert, but the more dangerous ones must be detonated manually.
I NEEEEDDD HIMMMM I NEED HIM SO BAD. I NEED THAT HE HIM PIZZUSSY SO BAAADDDDD BROOO LET ME EAT!!!!
next post will be getting fingered by guest...
tboy!Elliot x dom!Reader drabble
mdni. duh.
extra tags: mutual yearning and sexual tension, slight mutual obsession, body exploration/slight worship, extremely romantical and intimate, accidental suffocation, it's not explicitly mentioned but Elliot IS a virgin, PRAISE, no genitals mentioned for reader (but it's t4t to me)
You felt like you were overheating, lips crashed against his in a pathetic and desperate exchange. Neither of you really knew what you were doing, mouths wide open with your tongues exploring each other. You could feel the drool dribbling down his jaw, his little whimpers filling up your mouth. Neither of you could hardly believe what was happening.
You'd lost count of how long you'd wanted him, not even realizing you had altered your entire life schedule to fit as much of him in it as you could. Every day, your alarm told you exactly when his lunch break was and when his shift was over. And every day you'd go to Builder Brother's pizza just to see him. Both of you were entirely unaware of the effect you had, how your lives slowly started to revolve around each other. Especially Elliot. It got to the point where literally every single thing he did was with you in mind.
He started working noticeably harder, as if he were on Adderall or something. Every day he'd work his ASS off, ranking up as much money as he possibly could. And each night he'd use that money on his house, decorating and upgrading it to the best of his ability- all in an attempt to impress you, and hopefully get you to move in with him. He had never paid that much attention to his home before, only really having enough furniture to live comfortably.
But now it was to the point he was getting compliments, evidence to the amount of heart and soul he poured into his OWN HOME, all for you. His own home was dedicated to you!! You were literally almost all he ever thought about.
He'd even work the cashier desk for the sole purpose of spotting you when you came to visit. Your visits were the highlight of both of your days. But for some reason, you'd just never told each other how you felt. That was, until you couldn't take it anymore.
Now you were pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck, his surprisingly slim arms wrapped around your back. Your kisses and hands trailed all over his body, not missing a single spot. Your fingers caressed the length of his arm, holding his palm to your face as you peppered it with your lips. Your fingers interlaced with his other hand, thumb rubbing circles along the back of it. You nibbled at the webbing between his fingers and thumb, resisting the urge to cannibalize him right then and there.
You got to his chest, purposely ghosting his nipples and practically slobbering all over his skin. Your teeth did eventually find his breast, grazing it just gently enough to not hurt. Elliot's back arched, hands entangling in your hair. It was torturous for both of you to take so much time, but you needed to savor this. You had to commit every inch of him to your memory, monopolize on every little whine and moan from his mouth.
"You are so beautiful.."
You whispered many such praises in between your fervent kisses and soft bites, your voice laced with an affection he can't recall ever experiencing before. He felt so dizzy and lightheaded from so little stimulation, breath repeatedly catching in his throat.
"Please..."
He whispered, barely audible. He looked up at you with a profound desperation, as though he were begging for his life. You considered teasing him further, making him beg. You wanted to, you really, really did. But you decided to be nice.
You bit and sucked his skin a little more, purely for the sake of leaving marks, as if he wasn't already covered in them. You finally went down to his other pair of lips. You pulled his legs apart, instinctually caressing a particularly deep bite mark on his thigh. You had to take a second to admire the delectable meal in front of you. You could smell his nigh unbearable arousal, causing you to actually start slobbering and drooling. You had to hold back a groan at how insanely hungry you were. Your fingers traced his slit, eliciting a squeal as Elliot's fingers gripped the bed.
You finally gave in, pressing your face harshly against his pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you inhaled deeply, tongue pressed flat against his entrance. He gasped, legs squirming and hands moving from the sheets to your hair. You lapped up what you could from outside before plunging deeper, no longer taking your time to advance. It wasn't long at all before he was bucking his hips harshly against your face, fingers tangled so roughly in your hair that they got stuck. His eyes rolled back, mouth open and drooling. He didn't even realize he was pulling harshly on your hair, thighs squeezing your skull to the point you were literally suffocating.
Your nails dug into his thighs, throat vibrating his insides with your groans of pure elation. You felt as though you could die here, and you'd be more than happy to. You started humping the bed, even though you would absolutely soak your pants either way. His leg started to twitch, breath quickening as he began to see stars. He was so far gone he had no idea he was physically hurting you at this point (not that you cared, you kinda wished he’d get even rougher.)
You shortly came in your pants, barely managing to whimper through your inability to breathe. This, in turn, caused him to cum on impact and nearly scream your name. You eagerly lapped up his pretty juices, mind going so very fuzzy from oxygen deprivation. Honestly, you didn't even care if he gave you brain damage or worse. You couldn't possibly imagine a better way to die.
He slowly loosened his grip on you, allowing you to depart from his pussy with a string of saliva and pussy juice connecting you before it broke. That sight alone almost made him horny again, until he realized the way you were dizzily gasping for air. The sound was genuinely concerning, as though you were on the brink of death.
"Shit- I'm so-so-soso sorry! Are you- okay?!"
He panicked to sit up and get a better look at you, trying to untangle his hands from your hair. He panicked even further, fully realizing how rough he was with you.
"God, please don't be sorry."
Your voice dripped with desire and adoration, licking his juices off your lips before crashing them back into his. He froze for a second before melting into you, tasting himself on your tongue. Meanwhile, he began slowly working his fingers out of your hair. It took a lot of effort, but he got there! You pulled away, staring deeply into his eyes and soul with a visibly dripping, overwhelming amount of pure extracted love.
You simply stared into each other's essence for a while, processing the delightful encounter.
"So.. what are we now...?"
His eyebrows furrowed a bit, crossing his fingers that this was more than just a sexual interaction.
"Whatever you want us to be."
You dipped your head back down to his, unable to look at him and resist the urge to eat his face.
"My sweet, beautiful boy~"
Your words made his heart flutter to the point he actually thought he would die for a second. God, you knew how to work him inside out like a piano you'd practiced on for centuries. And just like that, it was time for another round- this time, it would be Elliot's turn to dine and feast.
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so I have a full x reader plot but it's specifically for me so ur gonna have to deal with being an ancient mechanical deity from the stars cos its kinda important to the plot.
completely plot relevant:
you are extremely powerful and sun themed. basically a sun God of sorts. due to this, TwoTime is CONVINCED you're the spawn.
you basically are. you brought life to earth billions of years ago, so..
man kind has hunted you down since the dawn of time for various reasons, so you just hide now
mentioned but technically ignorable:
you've got CRAZY long, curly hair that you have to keep in a braid.
your powers are fire based even though the sun isn't ACTUALLY fire.
Plot
you somehow discover the forsaken realm, finding yourself particularly (and solely) drawn to two time. behind the scenes, you pull some strings to get the survivors out of there.
due to being a robloxian and not mankind, you didn't feel the need to completely hide yourself from two time. you just avoided direct interactions.
two time is not aware of the role you played in their freedom quite yet. they assume you're just a really magical fella, like dusekkar or however it's spelled. the pumkin. but they absolutely notice you. a lot actually. like obsessively. you're very intriguing to the big times new roman
meanwhile, their belief system is fading. they KNOW they've been lied to, but can't accept what the means for everything they've ever known. regardless, here they are with the other followers. it's an "abandoned" garage parking lot, with weird maze-like structures artistically built throughout it. this is your hideout.
the followers believe the spawn can be accessed here somehow. they've yet to figure out the means, but they're certainly trying. they're all huddled together, discussing the typical things.
you hear the commotion, investigating the trespassing only to find it was the very object of your utmost interest and their little group. and, of all the people there, you'll never guess the ONE individual to spot you in the shadows.
luckily, you'd designed this place specifically for hiding. you dashed to the edge of the maze as a burst of fire, ensuring it to be impossible to follow. but alas, eventually, you were.
you'd spent a good chunk of your overall energy, completely exhausted. luckily you'd designed little rooms for different purposes throughout the complex interior, including lounges and bedrooms.
you only meant to sit down on the couch.
you didn't mean to fall into slumber.
but you did. and for your mistake, you were found.
two time had assumed you to be some intruder of sorts, or perhaps a lost wanderer. not.. you.
their eyes widened a little, feet slowly stepping towards you. they bent down, finding themselves in admiration. they'd never been this close before.
you were warm, pleasantly warm. like a fireplace that doesn't burn. if the sun were embodied in a person, two time imagined it would be you.
your eyes felt heavy, body groggy as you awoke from your slumber to a felt presence. you hadn't yet realized that presence was not only real, but directly in front of you. that was quite the frightening surprise.
despite the uncomfortable and threatening aura to the situation, there was no fight or even flight. simply awkward silence that slowly turned into a proper introduction.
