#but it wasnt the same flight

[shiv--roy]

just made a stupid mistake at my job, gonna casually contemplate throwing myself into a river

[longelk]

when dudes are guys

[minnieposting]

ughh im thinking about sunday. specifically about the person he used to be and the person he is now. that confident person with a twisted, unhinged side to him?? guy who definitely enjoyed putting aventurine in his place and causing harm to him. from that, to this almost...meek individual harboring so much sadness and guilt. i think a lot about the fact that he severed his halo in order to feel pain to keep himself in his place. to feel grounded, to feel closer to...humanity?? i guess? i never really know how to describe how exactly i interpret this, but it makes me feel something in my gut just aahhhh. i think the symbolic fusing between him and wonweek was very beautiful, and due to a similar experience i had during a self-introspective moment, i really do relate to him and love him so much. sunday canonically has ocd, and at some point i realized that i shouldn't see my ocd as something separate from me. it is still me, it is still my brain. i decided that working alongside it in a way would be more beneficial as well as treating that side of me with kindness and love instead of hatred! and yes, it isnt just an ocd parallel. i just decided to read into that aspect at the same time. i just think sundays a really beautiful character and i care him so much! i think him being part of the express is such a good decision, and even though stellaron hunter sunday would've been awesome, this is definitely the best path for him. someone pointed out that if he had been in the stellaron hunters, following a script wouldn't benefit him at all. he deserves to spend time in the real world now with people around him who care about him, and i am looking forward to seeing his development with the express in the upcoming amphoreus story. im also...quite terrified. the story is going to hurt so bad...i can just feel it already.

[epiphainie]

i genuinely do not care if the time jump between season 7 finale and season 8 premiere is like 6 months or a year or ten years or that bucktommy will have been dating for centuries in 8x04 or whatever. i dont care about in-show time, i care about the time i had them on screen and i will be pissed af if they move in together that early

[danielnelsen]

i wouldnt go so far as to call the calling a good book necessarily, but it's so much better than the stolen throne and it's actually got an interesting plot & lore, it's very refreshing when im reading them in order

[seokmatthewz]

got to campus an hour before my class started and dear fucking god did i apparently predict that my morning would go so wrong immediately FDLKSDLFKS

[biteyoubiteme]

cat got your tongue?

yeonjun x fem!reader

synopsis: you and yeonjun are both models.

warnings: 🔞!!! spit kink if you squint, no protection, creampie, dom!yeonjun, manhandling, bondage (uses his tie on readers wrists), fingering, oral (f!rec),mentions of cum eating prob forgot some sorry

wc: 2.7k me when I lie and say these will all be 1-2k

an: I do not think this is my best work I think I just struggle with dom!member and I apologize lol this wasnt really requested but was taken as such ily @apeachty this was sent before the event post but on the same day so im adding it to the tag anyways lol this is not proof read forgive me sweet angels ill fall on my sword for you.

[m.list] [1kevent m.list]

You would have to spend over a month traveling together. Over a month of back and forth, car rides, flights, hotel rooms, runways, and photo shoots all while trying to deny dating rumors. The contract was easy enough, but the money earned was less impressive than the exposer. To be the face of a company for an entire season, tied to one of the biggest names in modeling history, not only the fashion house but the model himself who set trends and made people famous for one little interaction. It was a brand deal people dreamed of. 

The pen cleared the signature box faster than you ever thought you could sign your name. But then the nerves set in. It wasn't over doing your job, modeling, although hard, was now second nature. You worked well with almost every photographer you came across, following instructions without a fret, even when it came to runway you knew your walk was one companies begged to have on their sets. 

But it was him that left you questioning your abilities. He had been the only clause in the contract that made you second guess yourself. Yeonjun was well known not only in the modeling community itself but globally. His face was splashed across countless brands, ads, and billboards. You couldn't go a day without seeing him at least once on your timeline. Even at the grocery store, in line at the checkout, he looked back at you with his perfect pouty lips from the front of a magazine you could only dream of being on the cover of as often as he was. 

“You were specifically asked for,” your agent reminded you after you brought up the status difference. It wasn't as if you were not known, companies wanted you well enough that you wouldn't need the check from this single one month booking. It was the caliber at which he was held. “They want you and I wouldn't be the one to turn them away when this much press will be on you. Imagine the number of people calling to get one shoot in with you, he brings eyes,” 

It wasn't until your first photoshoot that you realized that he would be more of a pain in your ass than an inspiration. He was never mean, you would have to give him that. But it was his overwhelming kindness mixed with the teasing tone he always used on you that somehow pushed your buttons just right. It didn't help that the first time that you walked into the studio you were so shy, little smiles shared with your hands folded in front of you trying to wring out your anxiety. Yeonjun wasn't even on set yet, having shown up a few minutes later with his arms full of coffee, passing them out to each staff member, knowing them all by name. “It's nice to meet you finally. I didn't know what you would like but this is what I picked out for the little mouse,” 

“Little mouse?” it was the first thing you said to him, your head tilted just enough for him to take in the question and know the slip up of a nickname was going to stick especially when you couldn't get through the photoshoot without an apology. Shoulders stiff with his eyes on you, your nerves making you angry instead of anxious and it all had to do with the little grin set at the edge of yeonjun mouth. “I'll just step out,” and you hated how improved your film was from his absence, your heart calming down its rapt beading. 

Of course you got over it eventually, or at least the stiffness. You couldn't afford to be stiff when standing next to yeonjun who was naturally relaxed about everything. He would slink to his spot on set, lay his lazy gaze in your direction, and get all of his shots in the minimal amount of frames as if he was born to be in front of the camera. It was annoying. 

The two of you would be set up next to each other in hair and makeup, your bottom lip is finely brushed with the end of a glosses wand when he would lean on the back of your chair. His hands were always just hovering over your shoulders, never quite touching but enough to feel the heat from his palms, his head leaning next to yours looking back at you in the mirror, “You guys did such a good job, don't we just look like the perfect pair?” he would quirk an eyebrow at you, the two of you staring each other down while the staff agreed, but he was always waiting for your answer, “don't we little mouse?” 

“If you think so,” your response always made him chuckle as if you didn't see the way the media was talking about your contract together, as if you didn't feel the chemistry between the two of you. People were still talking about your first runway together, the closing of the show for one of the best collections put on display that week. 

The lead up was so chaotic, with dressing rooms stacked full of models and assistants, the floor a mess of people undressing and trying to make their quick changes as fast as they could before their names were called. Even yeonjun could feel the pressure in the room, the two of you in your designated corner stripping down back to back. 

The crowded space made everyone bump into each other. For the smallest second you were caught by the sight of him taking his shirt off, pulling it at the back of his collar showing the way his jeans hung so low on his hips that his happy trail was on display. You had turned, taking off your shirt, shoulder knocked by someone coming to do your hair, it made you stumble back into yeonjun, his hand right at the small of your back holding you upright as you fumbled with the zipper on your pants. “Careful,” he muttered, your heart in your ears as you kicked your shoes away from your space. 

The two of you were used to seeing each other in different versions of undress after all the photoshoots shared together. Comfortable enough now to be somewhat friends after all the car rides, the few interviews, and hours spent on a set together. It's what you accounted for as your key element to having such a good walk together on the runway. Every step matched, the energy vibrating off the two of you as if you had been a duo your whole life instead of just having been paired together less than a month ago. 

Even at the afterparty people swarmed you two, asking about your relationship as if they could sense the livewire of that conversation hanging around your heads. It was the first time you had ever seen him flustered enough to stutter over an answer. “I um- you never know,” 

The paparazzi loved the two of you, the crowd outside any event was packed full of them, their cameras following you around the city. The two of you always shared a car to your hotels, yeonjuns hand warm in yours leading you through the flash of every blinding light while you tried to shield your eyes. He would pull you in front of him when you finally reached the waiting car door, hand on your back gilding you in before climbing in after. 

Even shutting the door behind the two of you only muffled the sounds of their questions to a faint murmur. It isn't until the car pulls away from the venue that yeonjun speaks up. 

“You did well tonight, you looked…” 

“Good, I hope,” 

“You always look good, better than good, i was trying to come up with a different adjective,” it wasn't the first time he's complimented you, but it never stopped you from logging it away to giggle over it in private. “Sometimes I don't know what to say to you,” 

You chuckle, “I never took you as shy,” 

Strands of his hair hang in his eyes, head tilted just enough to catch what little light makes it in from the tinted windows, “no, not shy, just cautious,” 

“What, afraid you'll break me? Hurt my feelings? Or maybe my ego will get too big,” 

He lets out a soft breathy laugh, the sound taking up the space in the backseat. You loved the way his chuckles went down your spine, like a caress of his fingers on the skin you wished he touched. “You’d let me get close enough to break you?” 

“I don't think you could,” it's a light jab and yet it sets everything off kelter. The car ride charged with an energy you couldn't get back into its box. Now opened, the two of you looked back at each other as if you hadn't felt this pot simmering over. 

His eyes flickered down to your mouth, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he shrugged, “Okay,” he loved that you wanted to play this game with him, as if you hadn't always been slowly picking away at the short wall between you two. It was inevitable that you would end up pressed up against the mirrored walls in the elevator up to your hotel floor. 

He wasn't even going to do anything, he was going to let you go to your room while he mulled over your conversation, picturing exactly what he wanted to do to you. But then you leaned back against those mirrors, your body reflected around him as the doors slid closed behind him. Your eyes traced the line of him, lashes hooded just enough for you to look through, like a siren on the rocks, beckoning him closer. You didn't stop him when he cupped your jaw, thumb running over your bottom lip, nose dipping to yours. Even when he gave you enough time to pull away, lips ghosting over yours when he asked, “You'll be good for me, won't you?” 

Your answer is hummed right into his mouth when he kisses you, devouring you, pushing you into the corner giving you nowhere to go. His body is hot against yours, cageing you in as he kisses down your jaw, sloppy wet spots cooling in the air as he nips at your neck. “God, imagine them having to cover up all the marks I leave on you during tomorrow's shoot,” his hand is heavy on your hip, dragging down you cup your cunt over your jeans, “Everyone is going to know I fucking ruined this pussy for anyone but me,” 

Your whimper is eaten by the sound of the doors opening behind him, your tight grip on his shirt not loosening when he drags you out after him. He pushes you to his bed when you get past the threshold of his door. His slow walk to the nightstand to flick on the light gives you enough time to think about exactly what's happening. 

He loosens his tie, veiny hands curled around the fabric as he nods his chin in your direction, “Take your clothes off,” it was only a few hours ago when he saw you topless, and yet your fingers shake when you reach for your hem. “Don't be shy now little mouse, always all talk and no play,” 

The heat on your cheeks spreads to your ears at the nickname. Yeonjun takes to matching your state of undress by tossing his tie next to you before unbuttoning his shirt, the outline of him in his pants is mouthwatering. He watches the way you try to speak, hands twisting in the duvet not realizing he's come up so close to you before he's hooked his hand on your chin, tilting your head up before slipping his thumb into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. He swirls the digit around, grinning at how willing you are to follow his command even without words, “one day ill fuck this pretty mouth, but for now, I need you on your hands and knees for me,” he shoves your face away, putting his slick finger in his mouth to taste you. 

Turning around and having him at your back is both chilling and exhilarating, not knowing when he's going to touch you until his hands are sliding up your back, unhooking your bra, and letting it fall off of you. He lets his hand press between your shoulder blades, pushing down hard enough for your arms to give way beneath you, the side of your face pressed into the sheets. “Every photoshoot I kept thinking about what it would be like to finally get you into my bed, I kept thinking about how I would finally fuck you, how exactly I could use your body,” 

His hands slide down your arms, tugging them behind you until you whimper, the silky material of his tie sliding along your fingers as he wraps up your wrists to keep you in place. “And every time I just came right back to thinking about putting you just like this, fucking you dumb; using you like my perfect little toy,” 

With one hand holding your tied wrists his other slips down to tease you over your soaked panties, fingers following the lines of your cunt like he was made to map you out by touch. You can't even form words and he hasn't done anything, your pathetic little whimpers pushing him further and further. “So quiet now, I wonder if it's because someone's scared I'll break her?” 

“Please,” it's so soft you don't think he's even heard you, but he's aching for every little sound. 

“Please what? What do you want me to do?” he pushes your panties aside, grinning at how wet you've gotten over so little. Your hips push back into his hand, his fingers slipping into you just enough to prep you for the stretch of taking him. 

“Fuck me, break me, anything-” he's so quick to press his cock into you that you're gasping losing all thoughts. His fingers had done little to let you grasp the sheer size of him, even all your slick couldn't help that pleasure mixed with pain as his tip kissed your cervix. 

He doesn't even hold off from moving, not once he's finally felt your warm gummy walls sucking him, so perfect he doesn't know how he will ever stop from coming back to you. He keeps one hand on your hip, fingers digging into your flesh, the other wrapped around the slack of his tie, tugging your arms and using them as leverage to keep his harsh pace as he fucks into your greedy cunt. 

You feel so full, so completely stuffed that you're a mess of incoherent moans mixing with the slapping sounds of your connecting bodies. Yeonjun is mesmerized by the way your ass ripples with each slap of his hips; mesmerized by the way his cock is disappearing in and out of you. “So fucking perfect,” he's grunting, “I'm going to fill up and then eat my little mouse out until she screams, kiss your pussy better after taking me so well, does that sound good?” 

“Yes, god yes!” Your voice is muffled by the way you are pressed into the mattress, arms slightly numb as he pummels himself into you, thrusts getting sloppier with the build up of his orgasm. He tells himself that he will pull out but then he's cumming, body shuddering as you clench around him, his rumbling moans following the steady pulse of his leaking cock. 

When he pulls out of you he watches the way the dribbling cream coats your puffy lips. Untying your hands he lets you roll onto your back, slotting himself between your legs and attaching his mouth to your swollen clit. Your fingers still gaining feeling fall to his hair, pulling on the strands and he brings your orgasm back to the surface. The obscene sounds coming from his fingers trying to match his previous pace makes him chuckle, the feeling of his laugh vibrating against your clit. It takes little work for you to tumble into your orgasm when he curls his fingers just right, your body following every command he lays down. 

His hand is covered in your combined cum when he's done with you, the stickiness capturing both of your attention before he shoves them into your waiting mouth.

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hymnheart birds, better known as "hymns", or "travel mount" birds, are a genus of bird derivative from todays common flocking birds of sky (doves), and the less common nightbirds.

during the days of prosperity, these birds were bred to be large and capable of carrying many passengers, as skypeople flight was not a common form of travel. similarly, it wasnt uncommon to find a smaller version of these birds (usually bred by hand, and not by known breeders), meant for single person travel, that was also often used in racing. these lesser travel mounts are known to have sparked the use of mantas for racing and speedy travel, as mantas were faster and smaller, and functionally better for the same uses.

in modern day, these birds are considered to be extinct. after great technological advantages like flying boats becoming mainstream, and soon after the modernization of 'caped' flight, hymns numbers had begun to dwindle due to simply no longer needing them for their main purpose. unlike hymn travel however, manta riding remained persistent as a practice, as the species was abundant, and did not need skypeople aid to continue to breed.

few individuals, like those of the nester families, continued to breed these birds, but eventually discontinued the practice as it became laborious and took too much time.

[lyvhie]

hai!!! could i request a idol! mark smut :(( where reader is missing him but hes too busy with work but then he surprises her over the new years!!!

happy new year to u!!! <3 sending u hugs and kisses

a nice surprise | lee mark

mark lee x fem!reader (18+ mdni) ꒰ summary ꒱ you were already expecting to spend another special occasion alone, but your boyfriend just wanted to surprise you. ꒰ a/n ꒱ little edit! OOPS IT WASNT AN ANON HELP MEEE!! IM SORRY, CUTIE I DIDNT SEE YOUR NAME thats embarrassing omg 🫣 happy new year to you too! i'm sorry it took me so long to write, i was really sick 😖 BUT I FINISHED!! i hope you like it and ALSO wishing you aaaall the best this year, mwah! 💖 ꒰ cw ꒱ smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, pet names.

When you started dating a famous person, you knew things wouldn’t be easy. Paparazzi, overzealous fans, and the constant need for caution every time you stepped outside, those challenges came with the territory. You’d prepared yourself for it, and over time, those things became just another part of your daily routine, barely registering as problems anymore.

What you hadn’t expected, though, was how difficult the distance would be.

Being away from Mark for days, weeks, sometimes even months, felt like torture. The only thing keeping you sane was the existence of technology—video calls, texts, and voice messages filled the gaps when he was free. But it wasn’t the same. There were nights when the loneliness hit harder than usual, when a screen or the sound of his voice through the phone just couldn’t replace the warmth of his presence. You didn’t just want him; you needed him there, right beside you.

But you knew that, no matter how much you longed for his presence, things couldn’t just change on a whim. Mark couldn’t simply drop everything he was doing to spend a day with you—even though he’d suggested it more times than you could count. The thought alone made your heart ache and swell at the same time, knowing how much he cared but also understanding the weight of his responsibilities.

Still, Mark always found a way to remind you that you were on his mind, no matter how far apart you were. Like the random voice notes he’d send in the middle of the night, whispering about his day because he knew you'd listen to them first thing in the morning. Or the surprise delivery of your favorite snacks and flowers with a note that simply read, "Thinking of you. Always."

It wasn’t the same as having him there, but it was enough to keep you going.

“So… you really won’t be here tonight?” The disappointment in your voice was clear as you lay on your bed, hugging the pillow tightly and pressing your cellphone against your ear. “You couldn’t make it for Christmas, and now this…”

He was supposed to come home today, and at least start the year with you after weeks without seeing each other. But something went wrong with their flight, and now they’d have to wait two more days to board another plane. Two days might not seem like much, but after being apart for so long, the thought of waiting two more days felt like an eternity.

“I know it’s frustrating, I really wanted to be there with you,” you could hear his sigh on the other end of the line. “I promise I’m doing everything I can to get home to you as soon as possible. These two days will fly by, I’ll make it up to you when I get there. Just a little longer, okay? I miss you so much.”

The warmth in his voice made the ache in your chest a little more bearable, but it still didn’t take away the longing you felt. “I miss you too, love, you have no idea,” you said, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I wanna see you so bad, Mark.”

“I know,” he replied softly. “I wanna see you too. Just hang in there for me, okay? I’ll be there before you know it.” Before he could say more, you heard faint voices in the background followed by his hum. “Baby, I… I hate to do this, but my manager’s calling me. I have to go,” he said reluctantly.

“It’s okay,” you chuckled softly, imagining the little pout that was surely on his face. “Go do what you need to do.”

“I’ll call you as soon as I can, okay? Promise. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

And just like that, the call ended, leaving the room enveloped in quiet once more, the only sound now your soft breathing. You let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling. It was just you and the silence again.

But the quiet didn’t last long. Three firm knocks on your front door echoed through the room, loud enough to pull you from your thoughts. You glanced at the time on your phone—it wasn’t exactly the hour for unannounced visits, and you weren’t expecting anyone. Well, not anymore, anyway. Maybe it was your neighbor, they had an uncanny knack for finding reasons to complain about the tiniest sounds.

You let out a small groan and shouted, “I’m coming!” as another knock sounded, dragging yourself out of bed.

“Hi, how can I—” The words died on your lips the moment you saw who was standing at the door. Your eyes widened, and your jaw slackened as your hand remained frozen on the doorknob.

“Hey, beautiful,” Mark greeted you with that boyish smile you adored, a cute teddy bear in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. The sight of him left you speechless, your heart racing as if it couldn’t quite believe what it was seeing.

Before you knew it, you had thrown yourself into his arms, the force of your embrace nearly causing the teddy bear and chocolates to slip from his grip. He caught you effortlessly, as if he had been waiting for this moment as much as you had. Your arms tightened around him, your face burying into his shoulder as his familiar scent washed over you, sweeping away the loneliness of the past weeks in an instant.

Mark managed to nudge the door shut behind him and guided you both further inside. Without breaking the hug, he set the teddy bear and chocolates down on a nearby surface, his hands quickly finding their way back to you. His arms wrapped around you firmly now, holding you close, as if he never wanted to let go.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands cupping his face as if making sure he was real. “You’re really here?” you asked softly, your eyes scanning every inch of his familiar features.

“I’m really here,” he replied with a chuckle, leaning into your touch. He couldn’t help but find it adorable how you stared at him like he was some kind of alien. Covering your hand with his, he turned his head slightly to press a tender kiss to your palm.

“So… all that stuff about the airplane was a lie?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. His cheeky grin was all the answer you needed.

“I wanted to make a—” he started, but his explanation was cut off as your hands playfully squished his cheeks.

“Mark Lee!” you scolded, though the smile breaking across your face betrayed your mock anger.

Mark laughed softly as he tried to wiggle free from your hands, his grin never leaving his face. “Okay, okay, I deserved that,” he said, eyes sparkling with affection. “I thought it would be a good surprise, sorry.”

You let go of his cheeks, your hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders, then gently on his chest as you looked up at him. There was a moment of silence, the playful energy from before softening into something deeper, more intimate. You searched his eyes, your voice quieter, more sincere.

“And it was,” you whispered, your heart full as you leaned in slightly. “God, it was. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad I’m finally here too, I missed you so much,” Mark said softly, his voice thick with emotion. It was his turn to cup your face gently between his hands, his gaze soft as he looked at you, almost as if he was memorizing the moment. Without another word, he leaned in, bringing his lips to yours in a warm, affectionate kiss that felt like home, his love for you pouring into every second.

The kiss lingered for a moment, slow and tender, as if both of you were savoring the reunion, letting the warmth of each other fill the space between you. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together.

“You’re really here,” you whispered again, as if you couldn’t quite believe it, the words tumbling out like a soft confession.

Mark chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m here, baby. For as long as you’ll have me.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a rush of relief and joy flooding through you. You leaned in again, kissing him once more, this time deeper, pulling him even closer, as if you couldn't get enough. Mark’s hand found its way to the back of your neck, his other hand sliding down to your waist, rubbing slow circles that made you melt into him.

“Mmh, I missed that too,” he murmured against your lips, his smile evident in his voice as his hands toyed with the waistband of your pants.

“Mark…” you tried to sound stern, your tone a mix of warning and amusement as you attempted to pull away. But he wasn’t having it, his lips quickly chasing yours, capturing them in another kiss.

“What?” he asked innocently, though the playful glint in his eyes betrayed him. His hands slid lower, cupping your ass with a firm squeeze that had your breath hitching, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “You act like you don’t like it,” he teased, his voice low and dripping with affection.

You rolled your eyes, though the warmth spreading through your chest made it hard to be truly annoyed. “I didn’t say that,” you muttered, trying to keep a straight face.

“Exactly,” he smirked, his grip on you tightening slightly. “So let me make up for all the time I’ve been away.”

Before you could say anything more, he silenced you with another kiss, gently guiding you backward toward the bedroom. You didn’t try to protest or stop him, simply letting the moment continue as your arms wrapped around his neck. As you passed through the bedroom door, Mark felt his mind drift into a state of calm. The entire space carried your scent, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. It was just another one of the countless things he missed—the feeling of being surrounded by everything that reminded him of you.

Mark gently laid you down on the bed, his lips staying connected to yours as he followed you. The comforting weight of his body against yours made everything else fade away. His kisses began to wander, trailing from your jaw to your neck, then down to your collarbone and the delicate valley between your breasts.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching his every move as your heart pounded in your chest, loud enough that you were sure he could hear it. With slow, deliberate movements, he lifted your shirt, his lips continuing their journey downward, leaving a trail of warm, lingering kisses along your belly. The soft sensation sent a ripple of tingles through you, drawing a quiet chuckle from your lips.

Mark glanced up at the sound, a side smile gracing his lips before he returned to his path, stopping just at the waistband of your pants. His gaze lifted to meet yours again, the intensity in his eyes stealing your breath and leaving you speechless, your entire body attuned to his next move.

Mark’s hands lingered at your waistband, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin, igniting a trail of warmth that made your breath catch. His gaze never wavered from yours, searching your eyes as if silently asking for permission. When you nodded, the smallest movement, he leaned up to kiss you again. Soft, tender, and unhurried, as though he wanted to savor every second. His hands worked deftly, slipping your pants down inch by inch, his lips following their descent with featherlight kisses that sent shivers up your spine.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin as his lips traced a path along the inside of your thighs. Every kiss, every gentle press of his hands, carried a tenderness that left no doubt about how much he’d missed you, full of care and unspoken longing.

Your heart raced as you took him in, the contrast of his soft, adoring gaze and the undeniably seductive way he moved leaving you breathless. He looked so unfairly perfect—both sweet and completely enticing—positioned between your legs, his intentions written clearly in his eyes.

“Mark…” you whispered, your voice barely audible as your fingers found their way to his hair, tugging lightly. You weren’t even sure if it was meant to ground yourself or encourage him further, but the smirk that tugged at his lips told you he knew exactly the effect he was having on you.

And you didn’t need to say anything more. His mouth had already found its way to your center, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to shield you from the heat of his tongue as it teased over the delicate material. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your breath coming in a long, shaky sigh as your eyes dropped to meet his. The way he looked at you, so intent and unrelenting, only made the anticipation coil tighter in your core.

He didn’t make you wait long. His tongue moved purposefully, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves even through the fabric, a sensation so electrifying it had your fingers clutching the sheets beside you. The soft suction that followed had a breathy moan slipping from your lips, unbidden and raw.

“Mark…” you whispered his name again, your voice a mix of need and surrender, your hips subtly arching toward him, silently begging for more.

His only answer was a soft hum that sent a gentle vibration through you, causing a soft whimper to escape your lips. His teeth gently tugged at your panties, pulling them down slowly, all while his gaze remained locked on yours.

Needless to say, you were already dripping, and that sight made his heart swell with pride. No matter how many times he found himself in this position, the view of you laid out before him always felt as thrilling as the first time. His gaze lingered for a moment, taking in every detail before he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your clit.

The gentle press of his lips against your sensitive spot sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you gasp softly. His tongue darted out, circling around the delicate bundle of nerves with a teasing precision that had your eyes fluttering shut and your head falling back against the pillow.

He watched your reaction, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, before sliding his tongue down, parting your slick folds and licking through your slit. His movements were slow, deliberate, savoring every taste as he explored you.

Another moan left your lips as he continued, the warmth of his mouth combined with the skillful flicks of his tongue driving you crazy. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he worked, his own excitement growing with every shudder and whimper he drew from you.

His tongue continued its journey, alternating between long, languid licks and quick, focused flicks over your clit, building you up slowly, savoring every moment of your pleasure.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, gently pulling as your hips moved instinctively against his mouth. The sensation of his tongue, combined with the heat pooling in your core, was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting closer with each stroke.

Mark glanced up, catching the blissed-out expression on your face, and it only spurred him on. He flattened his tongue, dragging it up slowly from your entrance to your clit, then wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking gently. The change in pressure had you gasping, your thighs trembling around his head.

“You taste so good," he murmured against your skin, the words sending a shiver down your spine. His hands now gripped your hips tighter, anchoring you as he continued to work his magic, bringing you closer and closer to the release you craved.

Your breaths came quicker, each exhale accompanied by a moan. "Mark... I'm so close," you whimpered, your voice strained with need.

He didn't let up, his tongue moving in perfect rhythm, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from you. One of his hands slipped down, his thumb finding your clit to rub in tandem with his tongue, sending you over the edge.

Your body tensed, a wave of ecstasy washing over you as you came undone beneath him. A cry of his name escaped your lips, your back arching as he continued to lap at you, helping you ride out the high.

As the tremors subsided, he pulled back slightly, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, his eyes filled with satisfaction and adoration. He crawled up to meet your gaze, brushing a stray hair from your face and leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Your hands roamed down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles, your fingers slipping under his shirt, tugging at the fabric. Mark's breath hitched slightly, the desire in his eyes deepening as he pulled back just enough to shed his shirt, revealing his bare chest. You ran your hands over his skin, savoring the warmth beneath your fingertips as he leaned down, capturing your lips again.

He shifted, pressing himself against you, and you could feel the hard outline of his arousal through his pants. Your hand moved between you, palming him gently, eliciting a soft groan from his lips, your touch becoming more intended as you began to unbutton his pants, sliding them down his hips.

He kicked them off, his body pressing back into yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Mark positioned himself, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly pushed into you, the both of you releasing a simultaneous sigh of relief.

“You feel so good," he whispered, his hands cradling your face as he kissed you deeply. Mark's movements remained gentle, each thrust slow and purposeful, as if he wanted to memorize every sensation, every reaction from you. The room was filled with soft sighs and the quiet rustle of sheets as you clung to him.

His pace quickened slightly, the friction building a delicious tension between you both. You arched into him, your hands threading through his hair as you whispered, "I'm close again.” The sensitivity from your previous climax heightened every sensation, making your body tremble beneath him.

Mark's forehead pressed against yours, his eyes locking with yours as he adjusted his angle slightly, hitting the perfect spot that had you gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Let go for me, love" he coaxed, his voice soothing, full of love.

With his encouragement, you felt the wave of pleasure cresting again, your body tensing as you cried out his name. The intensity of your release pulled him closer to the edge, and with a few more thrusts, he followed. A groan escaped his lips as he pulled out, spilling himself onto your belly, the warmth of his release spreading between you as he shuddered, his breath ragged.

Mark collapsed gently beside you, his breathing ragged as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. The warmth of his body against yours was comforting, and the soft rise and fall of his chest helped calm your racing heart.

For a while, you both stayed like that, in silence, just holding each other, the only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of your breaths, gradually returning to normal. The warmth of his body pressed against yours was comforting, and neither of you felt the need to break the tranquility of the moment.

Mark kissed the top of your head and was about to speak when a loud thud echoed from the wall of the bedroom. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at you, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern and you couldn't help but burst into laughter, the sound filling the room.

"I guess we made the neighbor mad again."

↝ taglist: @yizhrt, @sinisxtea, @peterm4rker.

[webslingingslasher]

https://www.tumblr.com/webslingingslasher/752847373085081600/i-wanna-miss-fratpeters-nose-so-badly

how does he react!!

THAT SENT TOO FAST I WASNT FINISHED😭

does he get shy?? does he pretend he’s unaffected or is he like do it again and again and again!!!🥹

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soft!frat!peter <3

'what was that?'

you surprise attacked him with a kiss and went right back to watching tv, but this kiss wasn't on his mouth or his cheek so he's a tad bit confused.

'a little kissy.' it happened too quick. he saw a flash, felt a quick peck and you were submerged into netflix like nothing happened. 'want another?' it was rhetorical, you push up to place another to the same spot.

'why my nose?'

you steal another. 'why not?' and another. you go for a third after his bashful laugh, you swear you see a hint of pink coat his cheeks. 'i don't know, i've never had one, i guess.'

sometimes peter drops his lack of intimacy a little too casually. this is one of those times, how has no one ever given him nose kisses?

'have you ever felt like you wanna kiss every inch of me? not in a sexual way, but like, you wanna kiss me because i'm so cute?'

'i'm scared you'll read into my answer.' that's a total yes.

'well, there's a bunch of different types of kisses, so you're welcome for showing you another.' peter bids for your attention. 'what are the different types of kisses?'

'hm,' you sit up to straddle his lap. 'i mean, you know about this one.' a light peck to his forehead. 'and this one,' another on his cheek. your lips brush over his as you whisper, 'and you love this kind.' your hand on his chest tells you your guess was right.

'what else is there?' warm hands rest on your thighs, peter's speaking softly with his focus on you and you only. you could tease him, but you're going to take this delicate moment and file it away to replay when you’re questioning if he’s worth waiting around for. 

'you just learned about this one.' peter didn't know he could like attention on his nose so much. but when it comes from you, of course he does.

'any more?' he doesn't want it to end.

'how about an eskimo kiss?' peter's heard of them, but he's never had one so he pretends like he doesn't know what it is. you lean down to push your nose against his, you dig in at the last second before pulling away.

'the harder you do it, the more you love them.' you're not sure if that's true or not, but you heard it somewhere and it's nice to think about. 'that seems dangerous, you might end up with a broken nose.' you could scream about the undertone of his sentence, but you won't. it's another thing to file away.

'then you might like butterfly kisses.'

'what's-' peter stops, little flutters dance over his cheeks. his heart pounds hard, a swirl of matching insects take flight in his stomach.

'what do you think about that one?'

'do it again.' you cup his face before blinking against his skin.

it's airy, a hint of something youthful, wholesome, comforting. it's like stepping outside and feeling the sun coat over your arms, heating you from the inside out, gifting you with warmth you didn't know you needed or lacked.

it reminds him of you.

it's his favorite.

'you like them?' there's no question this time, he's got a full on blush. 'can i have another?' he savors the tickle. you give a finale, sealing it with an overdramatic 'muah!' against his lips.

'i like your flutter kisses.' you finger comb his hair, laying down any stray pieces from moving around on his pillow. 'you can have flutter kisses whenever you want.'

peter doesn't need to be told twice.

'flutter kisses. i demand more butterflies.'

'be careful, you might attract a whole swarm.'

peter makes prayer hands and mouths a 'thank you,' with his eyes closed before going dead weight underneath you.

'i'm ready to be suffocated.' 

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏 YOUR DSB PLAYLIST!!! I keep seeing u talk about it and you have BANGERS on that pl

I think I have shared it before but back when I was only on like chapter 2 so its been buried and has changed ALOT- But here you go!!

Full list (and notes)

Oh No! (Tims "Grand plan")

Flight of the Crows (Running away from what he loves, of course)

Nobody (Self imposed curse of isolation)

Colors (Yes. (also just a fav tim song regardless of AU)

United in grief ( Acting as Timothy Drake)

Teen Idle (Mourning his youth, for a second time)

Gasoline (Tim breakdown in luxury vibes)

I cant fix you (I still religiously listen to fnaf fan songs, this one just fits)

Brother (MY COUNTRY ASS SNUCK IN- It doesnt even relate to the AU, I just love the vibe- if anything it fitd Dick towards Jason but thats besides the point)

Passing through (cant the future just wait) (Times running out)

Are you Satisfied? (Literally perfect song about his situation)

Look who's inside again (Again, Isolation)

Coffee (Internal struggle- but the caffine isnt the problem)

Digital Silence (Again, just in here for the vibes)

Over & Over (AMAZING imagining song, like a little movie)

Problems (Tim to Jason)

Oh Ana (Not even kidding, THE MOVIE song- (from breathing as tim bleeds out to the The Angel I couldnt kill just AHH)

Rat (Just a vibe)

Lotta True Crime (Not for Tim actually, but related)

Misery Meat (Mans is the rainbow fish)

Feel Better (Y E A H- No explination needed)

Arms Tonight (This but literally, though he wont admit it)

The Burning pile (Tim ignoring his problems for the "greater good")

Family Jewels (The Drakes.)

Devil Town (Life in Gotham, reminishing his Time as Robin w/ his old fam)

Hermit the Frog (Another "just a vibe")

Michelle (Not for Tim, but relevent :)

Girls (The horror in being Timothy)

Saint Bernard (THIS- THIS THIS THIS (literally so mmmm lore))(might make a PMV when the fic is finished just for THIS!!)

Washing Machine Heart (A vibe.)

The Bidding (Timothy but less ironically)

Seventeen (Tim and Timothy- also just "seventeen" when he died s o)

Cupid (He still loves them...)

Hidden in the sand (Memories.)

dumb dumb (Tim pulling off his shit, mostly Cardinal)

American Healthcare (glitzy) (Tim in his career)

Treehouse (STAY OFF MY LAWN!!!)

Worlds greatest actor (Rec by @ihavenotsleptindays my dear, and its perfect. Tim as Timothy, or are they one in the same??)

Rule #34 (Not for Tim, but TOO him :)

Harpy Hare (Im obsessed okay?)

Prom Queen (Beautiful tragedy all the people envy)

No place like home (Not what it seems)

Again & Again (Another "movie in my mind") song

Labryinth (Movie mind!! Lots of lore and distortion lol)

Youth (Tim being self aware, for once)

Just one Yesterday (YES YES YES YES)

Angry too (Just a vibe.)

Pompeii (He misses what things can never again be)

spy? (Two face.)

Lullaby of the False Hydra ( Once again, im obsessed but for diff reasons)

Sweet Hibuscus tea (GAHHH)

Lights out (Hype song- and Cardinal BAMF)

Nothings New (Tim repeating his whole life and yet failing all over again)

Little Lion man (He wasnt really doomed wasnt he?)

Guilded Lily (The awnser is no, its never enough)

Underground (Once again, Gotham.)

Cast the Bronze (More a canon Jason song actually, but I still adore)

Could Have been me (Not Tim :)

Savior (Duet- but with who??)

Take me home, country roads (The country got me again. And yeah Tim longing for home he lost)

[destroyalovesu]

and i know hes just a man like anyone else, hes just a guy doing what he thinks is right. hes doing his best just like the rest of us. i have to resist dehumanizing him and viewing him as some force of nature, hes just a guy. hes just a guy hes just a guy hes just a guy

the thing about "when is a monster not a monster, oh when you love it" is that for the rest of us, the monster stays a monster

[quilly72]

Alexa I'm not so sure about this I mean let's consider some of the downsides it hasn't been tested for one and don't mention..."

You were cut off as her eyes pierced into you her hand pressed against your chest. "I want you to turn that growth ray on and I want you to make my ass larger right. Now." Her face flickered with a smirk as she turned the growth ray on for you and took a couple steps back. Turning her back to you as she shimmied in place.

Your reasonableness left you as she looked over her shoulder and waited for you to hit her. Your fingers twitching with anticipation as they adjusted the dials the sounds of the machine's humming growing in volume as you started prepping the ray. You aimed it at your target which smiled back as she braced against the bed of your hotel room.

"Quickly I have to give a speech in a couple minutes I need to make sure I look my best"

You breath became quick as you finally got everything to its correct settings. Placing your finger on the trigger as you finally pressed in. The click of the mechanism lit up the room in a radiant green light. Electricity causing your hair to stand on edge as a blinding green light fired off into your lovely girlfriend.

You heard her yelp as the blinding light started to fade. The power to your room cutting out as the lights flickered off. Your vision was no longer being filled with green as you squinted trying to find her in the room. It had obviously hitten her harder than she had planned as you found her laying face down on the bed groaning off the pain.

"Alexa are you okay how do you feel" Your mind raced with questions as she opened her eyes and started to raise off the bed. Her eyes darting from side to side as she sat up. Her hands racing across her body her butt her thighs. "I don't know if it worked I just kinda feel tingly and I don't thinker I'm any big.GER" Her voice raised as her face pulled in surprise and shock. She let out a gasp as you watched her body spring up a couple inches. Her thighs thickening towards the hips as her butt pressed out against her dress and the bed sheets.

Her smile grew as Alexa took in her excitement. "This is awesome it actually worked" Alexa quickly stood up next to you. Her head now rested at the same height as yours. It was weird and somewhat daunting meeting her eye to eye when you usually looked down towards her. Her butt had received most of the love as her dress tightened around her hips even raising the formerly long dress up her calves and towards her knees. Her ass pulling the fabric tight forming little dishes as it stretched out.

"Okay what time is it. we have to go" She said as she gathered her things. "Um... no idea it looks like the ray caused the power to go out." You opened the door to find the hallway off as well and several hotel visitors looking out in the hallway. "It looks like the power was lost in more then just our room. The stairs it is" You nodded as you started to make your way.

You opened the door to the stairway as you both started to make your way down.

It wasnt that far down but still enough to be an inconvenience especially as Alexa had to take each step carefully with the heels she had decided to throw on which you had noticed officially made her taller than you which felt...weird. "How much more do we have to go it starts any minute now" Just two more flights and we are right there don't worry you will be right on time. "Fine...also when does the tingly feeling of the growth ray go away I still feel like my legs are ASLeEP?!"

You turned back to find Alexa shooting up another couple inches. Her face filled with shock as her dress tightened further up her thighs to her knees. Her eyes widened as she watched her legs tremble and struggle to balance out. A gasp leaving her mouth as her feet tightened in her heels. The plastic groaning as her feet settled slightly over the edges. "What the fuck just happened" She muttered as she quickly scanned her body.

Uhm I think I calibrated the machine wrong you must've received too much and there was just a delayed reaction so you grew again.

She shot daggers at you as she took off her heels to which her feet were now crawling over the edges of. Her dress gripped her hips and her shoulders as she struggled to pull it down. She quickly made her way down to the landing. Even without her heels she was still taller by half a head.

She stared at you as you brushed it off. "Hey you were the one who convinced me to do it don't make it my fault and if we don't go you are gonna be late. We will shrink you back down later"

You finally made it the the bottom floor as you walked into the convention. The seating full and busy. Luckily the loss of power had made it that you weren't late but still Alexa was quickly ushered to the front to start off the company's presentations. You found your seat as the power flicked back on. A quick joke made by the host as he welcomed your lively girlfriend on stage to read off the stats and rewards for the higher performing employees for the year.

You couldnt help but notice her beauty as she walked up. You could also tell she was nervous by the way she twitched and shook every once in a while. Her incredibly tight dress and slightly exaggerated curves weren't helping her you were sure.

"Thanks Steven so for our first category we have our highest performing salesman. With over 200,000 stocks sold this last year is... it is... Alexa cleared her throat as she struggled to speak. It is AnTHOnYYy Suarez." Alexa yelped out the name as everyone stared. A couple scattered claps filling the air as a man near the front stood up. However it quickly stopped as everyone watched as Alexa yelp led to a physical change. You gulped as you watched her spring up. Her watch breaking off her wrist as her dress folded up her thighs. Not to mention the fact that everyone now understood her decision to go barefoot on stage since the rest of her outfit was shrinking. Her eyes were wide with embarresment and fear as she looked back at the crowd that was still questioning what they just saw. Her body leveling our a couple inches higher as she tried to calm down with long slow breaths. Accentuating her larger breasts as they piled up against her dress.

Alexa tried to regather it as she swayed back to the podium. "Sorry will Anthony Suarez like to come up. We don't mean to take away any of the

She stopped and cleared her throat ...any of the Her face grimacing as she tried to force the words out ...AttenTION" Her forced words were struck with another spurt as her hands gripped into the podium. Her quick gasps accentuated by her dress ripping against her hips. Her shoulder straps digging in as her dress groaned against her growing body. It didn't help that her chest appeared to be catching up as everyone stared in terror. You stood up in the crowd as you started to make your way up as Alexa let out aNother yelp. They were getting faster and with that one some of the crowd started to get up and leave.

She was easily 7 ft tall her dress barely covering her large wider ass as the skirt part of her dress tore across the width of her body. Her neckline choking her as she started to panic. " don't leave everything will be just. Oh no.fuck FUCK"

She sprung up another foot as her dress tore off of her. Her undergarments going with them as she tried to cover herself in front of the crowd. The crowd finally got the hint as they started to rush out and panic. Screams filling the air as you tried to make your way up. Fighting against the growing panicking crowd as Alexa herself shot up again and again. 8 ft tall then 9 ft tall. The stand underneath her groaning a bit as her body weighed down on one spot. Her coworkers scremaing and fleeing the stage as they rushed away. Her ass was twice as wide as your shoulders by the time you finally got up to her. Which you could easily tell by the fact that her ass was about head height for you now. She stared down at you as she recoiled against another spurt. HeLppP MEeEe.

Her body sprung up as she recoiled up further. Her head hitting the lights causing them to flicker as the fire alarm started to blurt out adding to the chaos. You could hear her body groaning as it stretched larger she must of been 12 ft tall by now. Her ass weighed heavily above you her boobs so large you could barely see her face even with Her head ducking foward trying to fit underneath the roof. her arms bracing against the structural parts of the stage as to not lose her balance. Het knees wobbled and bent out as she tried to get her body to stop and slow down. Her eyes darting in fear as she bent further down trying to fit in the cramped space. Finally spotting you as her face widened with pain "GET THE RAY AND SHRINK ME"

Alexa fell to her knees causing you to almost fall yourself. The room rumbling with a deafening roar. The wood under her cracking against the weight. You took a gulp looking at her massive body indenting the stage in. The wood creaking under her as it bowed towards the ground. Her legs dangling off the edges as they pressed into the seats in the side front rows. "Ill.. I'll meet you up there"

You took off running as another screech was heard from behind you. Your adrenaline pumping hard enough that you barely heard the wood break over the heartbeat in your ears. You found the stairs as you continued to bustle past all the people running in the opposite direction. Sirens being heard in the distance as you took each flight several steps at a time. Each time you gained a flight you could hear Alexa growing closer. Her cries getting louder. As you rounded the 4th story you heard a giant crash and crunch. The hotel shaking as support beams groaned and creaked. You could only guess that despite her best efforts she was coming up to meet you.

You bulldozed your way thru the 5th story door as you beelined for the hotel room. Sliding the keyboard in and finding the growth ray. "Come on turn on you worthless piece of junk" You heard another earth shattering crack thru the hotel as the building shook again. Alexa cries and moans filling the hotel and rumbling it. The sirens from outside growing louder as you heard the indiscernable yells of authorities trying to take control of the situation.

You powered up the ray as you adjusted some setting and wheeled it out to the the hallway.you didn't know exactly where she was so you decided to stand back just in case. Taking steps further back again and again as the hotel started to rumble sway one way then another. Metal bending out and concrete cracking filling the entire building. The sound of a woman yelping and screaming against the pressure growing louder and louder.

Another crack and another shake as you felt a giant thunk roll thru the ground under you. The floor indenting and culing up infront of you as if gravity was pulling it the opposite direction. Her cries only one wall away it seemed. You heard what sounded like her legs stretching into the streets as the sounds of cars screeching and dragging across the ground were heard. You started to power up the ray as it finally happened.

Alexa yelped as her head ripped thru the 5th story floor. Her head and neck filled the entire hallway as the adjacent doors and walls crumpled and fell away. Her chest hitting the ground below you as the floor raised up around her with her shoulders. You fell to your face under the shaking as you heard the sounds of the hotel floor underneath you shattering and collapsing. Making stable ground hard to find. You braced against a wall as you fired off the ray into her fear filled eyes. Her face scrunched against the pressure of the hotel bracing back against her. She yelped in pain as she caught a faceful of the blast. Her body twitching and recoiling against it.

She froze as she stared at you. "Thank you.. thank you so much I didn't know what I was gonna do if I kept grow... oh no fuuuck fuck FUCK. You closed your eyes as you watched her disappear. Her growth doubling again and again as the floor under you started to collapse under the pressure. Her chest bursting into the floor then her abdomen. Her legs sprawled out into the adjacent skyscrapers as you heard building after building crush and fall. You watched as the ceiling above started to collapse. With the power off and the growth ray disabled you took in one finally gaze of your giantess girlfriend. As she expanded into the sky above with her cries of terror shaking the city. The roof above falling down as the building you were finally fell to the streets. Her giantess body finally breaking free and soaring into the sky above spurt after spurt.

[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 14

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13

A/n : -

Hi ! Sorry i've been long ! i hope yall havent been waiting until you go stale on me hehe ! I hope all of you have been well while i was gone and been good ! I just made the masterlist and im pretty happy with the way it turned out for me. I've been going through some irl issues and wasnt able to write as often. but since im warming up here more, i think i'm able to adjust to my life here and be able to write again per usual~! someone ples hit me if i forget...

Taglist : -

@rebeccawinters , @nayukiyukihira , @pix-stuff , @fluffy-koalala , @swivy123 , @starxao , @kaoyamamegami , @kimura-uzuri , @rsvye , @seikouryuu , @just-here-reading , @matsulovesyou, @sincerely-aaronette , @prettyliliy , @chibiduck , @hermosacolibri , @la-diablas-thingz , @farelady-fate , @everi-eve , @shadowfoxey , @helloyuki , @immahuman

(Y/n) walked back to the Matrix of Prescience once again, head held high as if she hadn't succumbed to the sea of Lunarescent Depths earlier. Her body felt no pain, but the lingering feeling of being impaled was a constant reminder in the back of her mind.

"Are you sure you're ready for it ? Don't you think you need more rest ?" Bailu asked worriedly as she watched the former reigning high elder stand from the resting position she was placed in earlier.

"No. I've had enough rest. I need to get back to my loyalties." She said, looking at the princess behind her. Sorrow flashed in her eyes as they landed on the shackle on Bailu's tail.

Then she bent down to the girl's height, her heart throbbing in familiarity and familial. She raised a hand and ruffled Bailu's purple locks, a soft smile on her lips.

"Hey...when I'm back, I'll make sure I'll get those damned Preceptors to release your tail from that shackle." (Y/n) said soflty.

It didn't take a genius to know that Bailu's shackle was a Vidyadhara artisan specialty. In fact...she knew that the power that almost...resonated from the relic was used to seal her powers that overflowed from the young dragon lady.

"I'm off now." (Y/n) said, getting up and turning to leave the area. But then she felt a small force tug at her draping cloth from behind. As she looked back with a raised eyebrow, Bailu's eyes were looking right up at her, with worry and with a certain...desire.

"Yes...? Is there anything you need, Miss Bailu...?" (Y/n) said softly, eyes softening at the sight of the pouting girl.

"When...when you come back, can you...can you teach me some High Elder magic...?" she asked softly and shyly.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened before a small smile formed on her lips. "I can try, since my powers are halved without him. But first, I need to fix what I'm supposed to, and repay debts of old. Then when I come back, I'll do my best."

"Promise ?"

(Y/n)'s eyes softened as she crouched in front of the young girl, holding her pinky out.

"Promise."

As much as it all ached, she had work to do. She had regained most of her olden memories that had impacted her in her past. She had come to terms that she is indeed Dan Jia. But at the same time she was (Y/n).

But most importantly she was herself.

High Elder or not, sister to a convicted and exiled criminal or not, she had undying loyalty tied to the land she was standing on. And as the sister to the exiled prince, she had to reimburse and repay the debts that had long been buried by her slumber and his exile.

As she stepped into the Divination Commission's main divining center, she heard gasps of awe and surprise.

She supposed that her current air and facade that she withhold was no longer the same as she was before the memory resurgence from the Matrix of Prescience, the awakening of the Ambrosial Arbor, the Stellaron burst and the endless sea of Lunarescent depths.

By the flight of stairs before reaching the core, (Y/n) caught sight of a petite pink haired lady, looking quite nervous from her stance. She was a little hunched over, an arm across her chest as the other was brought to her lips, biting at her nail gently.

"Lady Fu Xuan." (Y/n) greeted, and the master diviner looked at her in surprise, her golden eyes widening in shock and masked relief.

"L-lady (Y/n) ! A-are you alright ?" The lady asked, and (Y/n) simply raised a hand to wave off her concern, and the diviner silenced herself.

"I am fine. I was brought here to seek out the meaning behind my relapsing visions and wavering consciousness by Jing Yuan. I thought that the least I could do now is come over and assist as I should." (Y/n) said simply.

Even while being someone impatient and disliked the authority of someone above her, namely Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan remained silent as she gazed at the taller woman next to her in awe.

A calm, cold and calculated (e/c) gaze, lips pulled into a small frown, eyes trained onto what lies ahead, arms crossed over her chest, the silky (h/c) hair and regal oriental clothing, the intricate earring that hung from her pointed ear and the horns that perched on her head.

She was the epitome of power and grace.

"If you wish to assist..." Fu Xuan noted, looking at (Y/n). "You might consider lending a hand to the Nameless. Currently they're on the way with a help of a guide after dealing with the spies of the Elixir Seekers lurking within the crowd."

"But I'll have to confirm with the General before I allow you to join them. He should have the last say for he is the one that took it upon himself to take any responsibility for your actions or anything regarding your wellbeing." Fu Xuan said as she began to walk in front of (Y/n), climbing up the flight of stairs.

"Come, right this way, Lady (Y/n)." Fu Xuan said as she ascended the stairs, the dragon lady not far behind her.

"Let's talk to the General for a bit before they arrive."

"Princess...how are you ? I haven't heard of you in a while and quite frankly to say, I was interested in your condition." The familiar smooth voice of the general caressed all ears that were present. Namely, (Y/n) and Fu Xuan.

The general stood before them in the form of a hologram, arms crossed over his chest as a lazy cat-like grin pulled across his lips, towering before the former High Elder of the Luofu and the Master Diviner of the Divination Commission.

"Smooth way to say you were worried about me, General." (Y/n) said with a small chuckle, earning raised eyebrows from the general at the mature and reformed (Y/n) before him.

But he chuckled, and shook his head. "Well, I suppose you could put it that way, (Y/n). Therefore, let me rephrase myself. How are you ? I heard everything and was pretty worried about you."

"I'm fine, thank you. I have...per say...come to terms with my condition and fully stand responsible for whatever has, will and would take place." (Y/n) said with a gentle smile, tilting her head a little to the side with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You never cease to amaze me, my moon..." Jing Yuan said with a chuckle, and his hologram reached out to caress her beautiful silky (h/c) hair that shone beneath the moonlight.

A slight blush dusted her cheeks as she saw the hand. Upon instinct, she would've leaned into the caring and warm hand that was large enough to caress her cheek. But she stiffened a little as she remembered warm lips that once touched her own.

Was this really okay ?

She had an unsolved relationship status with Dan Jia's past lover. Does he count as her own lover as well...? But...

She did find that man that named himself Blade very attractive and alluring. With those sharp scarlet eyes, that defined and sculpted figure and face, his beautiful dark hair and deep sultry voice. And the man does not live by his past identity. Just like how (Y/n) doesn't associate to being one with Dan Jia.

Is it selfish of her to relish in the love by two different men...?

It...isn't forbidden is it...?

Ah...she'll think about that later...

For now...she just wants to lean into his hand and relish in the warmth she knew that palm exuded from the numerous times they had exchanged small intimate gestures...

"Ahem !" a sharp coughed pulled the two out of their dazes.

Pulling back, (Y/n) face turned a bright red and (e/c) eyes blown wide with surprise and embarrassment. Her eyes averted their gaze to the ground and she heard a smooth chuckle from the general and an unsatisfied sigh from Fu Xuan.

"If you're going to show off your intimacy, please do it somewhere and sometime when the situation isn't so dire and in the eyes of the innocent public !" Fu Xuan said, irritation in her voice.

"I..I apologize. I didn't mean to react that way..." (Y/n) said, her cheeks beaming red.

"No need to apologize. I do agree that I am quite the...catch. " The general said with a smirk and the two women groaned in annoyance.

"Back to the topic at large," Jing Yuan said with a hearty chuckle. "Diviner Fu, how are things progressing ?"

We're fluctuating between the heaven and thunder trigrams. A step forward bridges no distance hence..." she said, looking down thoughtfully as she recounts what she had foreseen and received word of.

"And...for those who don't speak Fu Xuan...?" Jing Yuan asked, tilting his head to the side a little at the use of such big and fancy analogies by the small pink woman before him. Even (Y/n) had taken a moment to actually register the flowery words.

"Ahem..." she coughed, before looking at the towering general before her with disappointed and troubled eyes. "It's an utter disaster. How's that for a Divination Commission fortune ?"

"After trying to recount and retell the chapters of the past, no, even before that...the Matrix of Prescience has slowed down and stopped operating and the symbols have dimmed. There are Stellaron spirits wreaking havoc inside the commission and the Cloud Knights are struggling to protect civilians." Fu Xuan said and (Y/n) looked...worried and guilty.

Was this all her fault...? As in...was peeking into her past the reason why the Matrix of Prescience has stopped working ? Has her awakening triggered the rampage of the spirits of the forbidden disease ?

"...I want to restore the Matrix of Prescience but I have no forces available..." Fu Xuan said with a shake of her head. "And on top of that General, we still have to deal with the Stellaron Hunter you handed us. If that's not an utter disaster, then I don't know what is..."

Then Jing Yuan let out a hearty laugh. "But you're Fu Xuan the seer-- the boundless omniscient !" Jing Yuan said, trying to motivate her. "Bringing luck and avoiding misfortune is your strong suit, isn't it ?"

"You don't need to flatter me, General. It's natural for fortune to fluctuate -- there's no escaping it." Fu Xuan said with a serious frown on her lips. "The Divination Commission simply does its best to uncover the good and the bad and then make the right decisions. We have no magical means to turn the tide."

"And that is precisely why we need you in charge. When it comes to handling clairvoyant Stellaron Hunters, who better than Fu Xuan the seer ?" Jing Yuan said with a proud smirk. "As for reinforcements, you didn't think I'd be unprepared, did you ?"

"Look next to you. Standing proud and tall is the former High Elder herself, a piece of what was meant to be boundless power." Jing Yuan said, gesturing to (Y/n) whose cheeks dusted red at the compliment. "I'd warrant that her power is enough to wipe out a whole platoon with a single swipe of her fan."

"And look," Jing Yuan said, gesturing for the two women to look behind them, where the team of the Nameless had arrived by the top of the stairs.

"Help has just arrived."

"Master Diviner, I brought you the guests." Said a young woman with the brightest emerald eyes (Y/n) had seen. "Though...it wasn't your order i received."

Fu Xuan let out a sigh before turning to give the general a look and a small smile. "So, General...even the guests are on the payroll these days ?" she asked and (Y/n) laughed softly.

"Well since they're already here, I may as well make use of them."

"Couldn't you phrase that a little nicer instead ?" (Y/n) said with a laugh. "You wanted to use flowery language to convey your feelings, but have no problem with revealing intentions."

"What can I say, princess ?" Jing Yuan laughed along. "Strike when the iron is hot, they say."

"Ah, Lady (Y/n) ! Are you alright ? Qingzu told us she had sent you here before us." March said, looking at (Y/n) worriedly, noticing that there was something a little different to (Y/n).

A much more...confident and royal air to the dethroned princess.

"I am fine. Thank you for worrying, March. Don't worry, there is nothing to fret over. I merely had...some enlightenment and answers to questions that have been gnawing away at me for some time now." (Y/n) said, a kind look in her experienced (e/c) eyes.

And she saw something in March click for a moment as she said that, but dared not voice her opinion. Especially not in front of the Master Diviner. Then the Nameless were beckoned to the side by Fu Xuan, and (Y/n) was left to talk to Jing Yuan, who she hadn't seen for a while.

"General..." she started before the hologram raised its finger close to her lips.

"Shh...none of that now, princess. Call me Yuan. No need for the formalities either, for we are closer that mere acquaintances, are we not ?" The lion general asked, and (Y/n) nodded, a soft blush on her cheeks as she was left with him alone to discuss.

"Y-yes..." she said softly, bowing her head a little in embarrassment. Locks of (h/c) hair fell forward, revealing the small trinket that dangled from her pointed ear.

And Jing Yuan noticed.

"(Y/n)..." he started softly before looking around to assess that it was only them that were listening in to their conversation and other pair of ears.

"Did you meet with Blade ?"

(Y/n) froze in her position, blood running cold and palms felt sweaty. Her (e/c) eyes wide with fear and horror. She cursed in her mind, forgetting that the windchime that hung from her ear.

She immediately got up, a hand to her ear as she looked at Jing Yuan with a small smile, trying to hide and lie her way out of the mess she had created. "N-no. Of course not--"

But she was cut off by his chuckle, finding the situation adorable and amusing. "No need to lie, princess. Not alot of craftsmen in the universe are able to create something as detailed and intricated but the man on the run."

"And I understand your past relation to him--" "That's not it, Yuan !"

"Oh ?" The General asked, looking at her with a little surprise in his golden eyes at the flustered woman before him. Then he smiled warmly and teasingly, as he took in the sight of the beautiful horned woman before him.

"Don't worry, princess, I don't mind sharing. But I don't intend to go down without a fight either." He said with a dark chuckle as he leaned in to (Y/n)'s ear.

"After all...lion's are quite possessive of what they are passionate about, right ?" He whispered into her ear.

As he pulled back, he relinquished in the sight of (Y/n)'s red face. Although he was merely a hologram, his sweet whispers felt almost real, as if his warm breath had really just brushed the shell of her horned ear, as if his fluffy white hair had tickled her bright horns perched proudly on her head like a crown of sorts.

Before (Y/n) could stutter out a reply, they were interrupted by a call of (Y/n)'s name by Fu Xuan. (Y/n) was about to leave, when she looked at Jing Yuan for one last time.

"Go, my moon. And remember. Whoever he was in the past, isn't the same as he is now. For both of them." Jing Yuan said, with an affirmative nod. "Trust your heart, and all will fall in place."

As (Y/n) gave him one last nod, she left, turning around to head towards Fu Xuan and the Nameless. The general kept watch of her as her figure grew more and more distant of him, his heart pounding in his chest.

He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close and never let her go. He knew he was sending her into the face of trouble, but he couldn't let such a pretty bird keep her wings folded forever...

So he clenched his hand by his side, watching her walk away with a loving gaze in those usually cold and calculating honey-glazed eyes of his, his lips opening to whisper a small wish he heard her heart would reach if her ears didn't...

"I trust your judgement as much as I trust you with my heart, my love."

[akutasoda]

hi! It’s been awhile and I was playing a game and got an idea! How would Bsd men react to an enemy whose ability is with every time they kill a person the reader themselves can move faster..and every attack they do will hurt more? Reader is a hazard is basically laughing their head off while gaining kills left and right

-🌀 Anon!

what are you?

synopsis - what happens when the enemy is as dangerous as could come

includes - atsushi, dazai, chuuya, verlaine

warnings - gn!reader, heavy violence/mentions of killing, descriptions of blood, slight dehumanisation, wc - 1.8k

a/n: hi hi! it has been a while, hope your doing okay however?

atsushi nakajima ★↷

an easy mission was what he had been told. a simple situation diffusion along the ports, one that had occurred between the port mafia and some underground gang. why the agency was involved made no sense but from a reasonable perspective perhaps it was just to keep peace.

no matter the reason, he had been assigned the mission as it wasn't to take long and no one accompanied as it was just seemingly a few low grunts. so he had no reason to be as nervous as he was, yet he couldn't shake the pit of dread tightening in his stomach.

something was off and he couldn't quite figure out the reason. even arriving on site the situation seemed very insignificant and meaningless. diffused within a short while. but it seemed off, like someone was watching him. and before he knew it more mafia members made their way over.

they seemed to off horribly misinterpreted the situation, assuming the agency was the reason for whatever had transpired. now instead of low ranking grunts, he was faced with higher ranking grunts but that wasn't the only issue. members of the other underground organisation had also arrived.

but worst of all, he could finally pinpoint the source of his dread. the first sign came in form of the still mafia grunts watching as a member of the other organisation was killed in a couple fell swoops. atsushi turned around just in time to watch another fall in less time. and another. and another.

the group ensued into panic at the termination of it's members and tried fleeing, forgetting any petty argument. tried. atsushi's hairs stood upright as he heard a rather horrific laighter echho throughout the port. each member being slaughtered in less time and effort than the last.

he'd never quite seen anything like this. and in complete honesty it was horrifying. laughter seemed to ricochet off the surroundings as blood coated the floors. he couldn't move. as much as his instincts told him to run, to seek safety he couldn't. fear grasped each and every one of his limbs rendering him immobile and only able to witness the execution happening before him.

what scared him the most wasn't the bloodbath, wasnt the laughter but the following silence. the same pit of dread now rising in his throat. his eyes locked in place of the figure standing over the graveyard of bodies. he locked eyes with you and that's when he could finally take off. the fear activating his flight and he'd never ran faster.

the only thoughts occupying his mind was how vile an ability you possessed and how sinister you were to weild it in such way. he'd prefer never seeing you again.

osamu dazai ★↷

he'd like to think he was prepared for every situation. he knew he wasn't but that wasn't for others to know. and being prepared meant that going into battle he would know exactly who the enemies were. another extent of his planning considered the fact that he thought he could never encounter an ability that shook him. afterall he could just nullify any.

but that could change rather quickly with a moving target, getting faster still. so when the agency threw him and a few others a new case that would most likely end in conflict, he thought he would be prepared. especially with his colleagues at side.

yokohama territory was a rather complex thing. it seemed simple but it really wasn't, the port mafia didn't have 'port' in the name for nothing. but some really couldn't understand that and even so it seemed weird that the conflict involved a different group at the ports.

while it was weird it wouldn't be solved by sitting around and thinking about it. so with confidence, he and his colleagues welcomed the conflict when no other option was viable. but there was something different. something was off, an outside factor looking to disrupt.

but no matter where he looked or what happened, he couldn't find the reason for it going wrong. they weren't noticed at first. bodies of the enemy dropping seemingly due to exhaustion - afterall the agency would rather not kill opponents. but it wasn't until red soaked the area that they stopped.

both sides looking equally confused but the opposing group looking more horrified at the deaths of their members. then another fell. dazai and his colleagues immediately went on guard but dazai could feel dread building in him. for the first time in ages.

and as another fell in quicker time he knew exactly what was up. this was now life or death for the agency so it was most tactical for him tourge his colleagues away into safety. not the graveyard the area was about to become. and he was right, bodies dropped left and right within inhuman time.

now it seemed more logical. this was port mafia turf, of course any conflict would be resolved by them. but he didn't think they'd so quickly resort to you. every urge in him knew he'd never be able to nullify your ability in quick enough time to stop you slaughtering everything around you and so he and his colleagues took off.

he knew a fight he wasn't destined to win and while he did like the idea of dying he knew you'd make it painful for him. and even in his rare state of fear he couldn't help but look back. loom back just in time to meet your gaze riddled with bloodlust as the sound of your bone chilling laughter echoed the now desolate land.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

he'd always appreciate a good fight. he enjoyed being in them aswell. a new way to test his skills and yet still show silent awe at the skills that could rarely impress him demonstrated by opponents. and plus, fighting for him was rather fun.

that's why he never really had issue with being sent on guaranteed conflict missions. while he did sometimes roll his eyes or scoff at being sent on so many, he did always enjoy the conflict in them. and he wouldn't say he was arrogant, but he was rather confident.

and that always shone through in his fights, he had confidence in his skills and ability and that rarely wavered. he'd read somewhere in the file that the group they were meant to experience conflict with had some sort of secret weapon. something that brought them a terrifying reputation, one that chuuya scoffed at.

he doubted that it could be something truly terrifying and that was what he was wrong about. and he knew he was wrong, he knew the minute he watched a handful of port mafia grunts fall in no less than a few moments. an event that was followed by a maniacal laughter that truly put fear into chuuya.

his body no longer wanting to fight, well he still did as he rarely backed down from one but he was happy to make an exception as something felt off. another group fell in less time and he could see the smirk of the original opponents as they fled the scene.

he heard the laughter yet again and thsi tome narrowly doged what would've been a fatal blow as the group of grunts behind him fell in a small movement. corpses now mostly made up his backing group and he knew he'd have to flee. but he really couldn't.

the fear demanded that he run but his fight or flight was still saying fight. even as your laughter sent shivers down his spine as he finally caught a glimpse of you slaughtering the rest of his group. even as he finally locked eyes with you standing opposite him. would it of been cruel for him to call you inhuman?

paul verlaine ★↷

the king of assassins. a title bestowed to him and a title he took seriously. no job that he was given would be taken lightly when he had that title. he prided himself on being good at his job, quite a bit of his confidence also came from that and therefore he would always prove that he was worthy of such a title.

against better judgement, he always looked to take the best action appropriate when a new job was tossed his way. he needed to know the ins and outs of the person or people involved and aware of any outstanding abilities that could cause an issue. so when your file was tossed at him he acted the same.

but it became apparent bery quickly that you're job was entrusted to him for a reason. no information. just a loose alias and last know location. that's what he was given and from that he had to still fulfill his job and if anything he saw it as a challenge. call him arrogant, but no regular assassin could perform such a job.

he had very quickly tracked down a lead. a lead that led him to your next expected location. he had no clue what ability you held, he had a hunch you had one however, nor did he know much about you. but he didn't care or atleast he didn't. not until he started waiting for you.

an unusual sense of dread filled his very being and no matter how much he tried to shake it off, he couldn't. he tried pushing it to the back of his mind but he really couldn't. and it only worsened even though everything was going as intended.

the group you were confronting had arrived yet no signs of you. the only sign of your arrival was the swift execution of a quarter of the group. verlaine was caught off guard, there was no way that was your doing. but he was corrected when you performed the same action yet seemingly quicker.

your laugh made his blood freeze. he understood now - why you had no information, why he was entrusted your file. and so he acted quicker than he'd like, but you were quicker. avoiding his attack and slaughtering the rest of the group in seemingly the same action.

you laughed again and it felt more of a direct laugh at him. you were no human anymore. your ability made you nothing but a weapon. he dared call you less human then he was and yet he still had a job to do. he had no doubt you're horrific ability and mind could end him swiftly but he didn't care. you weren't human anymore, so why should he treat you like one?

[catchingdaydreams]

Sleep paralysis demon Miguel - Part 2

Part 1

(not proof read)

It was little over a week until any forms of sleep paralysis was forced upon you. During then you had time to think of the whole ordeal. That 'grumpy shadow', you unofficially named him for now , didn't appear the following nights either. This led to your conclusion that he only showed up with one of your episodes. You weren't looking forward to them even more now. After the last encounter you have no clue how he would react to you. You did upset him for not acknowledging his menacing gaze. But it's not your fault that just continuously staring is awkward. Its human nature.

Besides the point you needed to come up with a plan. You have no clue what that shadow man is or what caused yourself to be haunted by him. If this was becoming a frequent thing then there needs to be a way you can communicate to him. Maybe you can fix whatever bad blood between us. Maybe you could tell him to leave?

You just hope you won't provoke him....

...But that wouldn't be half enjoyable.

As the nighttime was looming over, you hopped into bed. It took you a while for your body to feel at ease but eventually you were falling to what appeared to be your slumber. But coldness of the room etched within the sheets sending in goes bumps. You tried to bury yourself further within the covers but your body was completely frozen. You signed irritatedly about your discomfort with the temperature. While tossing and turning before, much of your left leg and chest was exposed to the cold air. Every passing minute seemed to feel colder and colder. This wasn't normal, the coldness increased to the point that you could see your breath. Something supernatural was a play and you had a good guess who.

But he didn't show himself, not right away though. Miguel had bigger plans this time. It wasn't just hunger anymore. He was determined to make you fear him.

The coldness that etched into your room spewed an icy mist that made you sight hazy and dulled the rest of your senses. You tried not to panic. You really did. However, subconsciously fear had stricken you as the room grew darker and darker. The only sense that remained was your hearing. But that wasnt reliable as all you could hear was your heartbeat thumped louder and louder in your head. The only warmth that lingered was your body sweating bullets as a million thoughts were running through your mind.

Why was this time so different? Is it even the same entity doing this? Oh god, what if whatever this thing is trying to hurt you?

The last thought terrified you. Especially how exposed you felt when half your body wasn't under the sheets. Your paranoia sparked nasty ideas of something grabbing your feet and dragging you down. You thought that this terror might break your stillness, trying to move your body once more, though proved fruitfulness. You huffed at this mental strain over a flight response. Your sense we're being tested. Played like a fiddle while you were so helpless.

During your internal dilemma, you didn't notice the tapping above you. Walls groaning and creaking until it grew into a banging, vibrating the walls so violently that it shook the picture frames above.

Your mind was cleared from thought when the banging boomed above your head. You rolled your eyes up to witness who was doing it but from the angle you couldn't see anything.

What you did see was a flicker in the corner of your eye. On for a second flashed red. You blinked, focusing your vision in front of you.

There he was. Hunched over you on the bed. Almost as if he was pinning you down. What you didn't notice was that you didn't feel any weight of his body pressed onto you. You didn't know he was simply a shadow. But it's not like you knew nor cared at the moment. You were too preoccupied with how this fucken man was above you, given you looks that would kill.

You didn't know how you could be even more frozen in fear. His face was just an arms length of yours. His red glowing gaze still obscured his shadowed face, yet with being in closer proximity you could make out a scow. He took notice of moving away from his gaze to the rest of his face. He smirks, flashing his bright white fangs at you.

Miguel has been having dinner and a show with you. This time he made sure your fear persisted during his feeding. His little tricks seemed to do the work. And he certainly got a kick out of you not being a little arrogant bitch this time around when you saw him again.

Even now as he grins wildly your fear keeps growing. He thinks that you're scared of his teeth, which came up with an idea.

He leans closer to you, his mouth opens wide as he growls deeply. He aims at your throat. While he couldn't actually touch you, you didn't know that he wasn't gonna rip your voice box out. He could see your pupils dilate as a small scream emits from your closed lips. Its was almost too comical to Miguel, he grins, trying to keep in character and not laugh at you.

He might as well be drunk on your fear right now from how much you were emitting. His breath glazed over your clammy skin as he could hear how fast your heart was bumping.

Moving closer, he paused

He Noticed something above you. Miguel found your little letter that was taped on the wall above you. Glancing over it, he saw it was a message to him.

Hey shadow man, can you please stop being a creep leave me alone. I'm not into being watched by a prevy rando.

Okey thanks

It pissed him off.

Arrogant little bitch, he thought Who the hell thing they are? You were going to-

*Slap*

"Creep!!!" You cried

"Ow-fuck!!!" Miguel curses with a snarl, fangs blaring in offence. He rubs his face to ease the sting.

'She...slapped me?' He couldn't believe it.

'I slapped him' You couldn't believe it.

You both stared at each other, completely dumbfounded. It took you a few seconds to release that 'oh hey you can move now' and 'get the fuck out of here instincts' kicked in.

And get the fuck out of here you did.

With one swift motion you kicked him in the gut, causing him to fall back in surprise. Finally with him off you, this was your chance. You rummaged the sheets off and ran straight out of the room.

All the while Miguel was left on the bed to collect himself.

What the hell was going on?