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wandixx · 5 months

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Duke was running out of fumes to run on. The last few days would be exhausting if it was just vigilante or just civilian stuff but no, he had to have it both. Because of Arkham break out, he had been called in three nights in a row, not for a whole patrol but he couldn't exactly sleep it off during the day like others did, especially not in a week when every teacher decided they needed to have test or quiz or what not. Naps meant he wasn't as sleep-deprived as he could be but he needed far more. But he couldn't because crime in Gotham never sleeps so he had normal patrol to finish and there were about two hours left.

Would something bad happen if he just stopped for a moment and laid on a roof? Ten up to fifteen minutes. It was a slow day too…

Yeah, no, he deserved a moment to rest and if something disastrous was to happen in the meantime he would shame other Bats for not giving him enough time to sleep.

It certainly said something that he found gravel covering this roof to be quite comfortable. He set a timer for ten minutes and let himself close his eyes.

When the loud screech of the timer jolted him awake, he was suddenly fully aware that he wasn't alone anymore. He sat up a little too quickly.

"Oh, you're awake" white white-haired girl around Damian's age chimed, sitting cross-legged just a few feet away from him. She wore something that could only be described as a lab safety hazmat suit, white and black with popping green accents. When had Gotham gotten a new vigilante/villain/whoever the girl was? "Good, I just returned from a snack hunt," she added, gesturing at a big textile bag lying next to her. Duke didn't have enough brainpower to do anything more than ask.

"What?"

The girl shrugged, take-out from BatBurger in her hand.

"You look like you have a bad day if not a few days, so I've got you my cousin's bad day combo or at least the closest thing I could. BatBurger burger isn't as good as NastyBurger but you certainly have better fries" As she spoke, a second take-out bag, 1 liter bottle of energy drink, juice bottle of the same size, and pack of convenience store brownies joined greasy paper bag sealed with a sticker.

"Is your cousin a speedster?" Excuse Duke, it was a totally valid question, he saw with his bare eyes both Wally West and Bart Allen when they visited Manor. No one else would be able to stomach the amount of food they inhaled during their stays.

"Nah, we're not that fast or that hungry. Though I think I may get closer to the speed of sound." So, clearly, a meta if white hair and weir aura that let his eyes rest weren't enough indication "My cousin when he has a bad few days often forgets to eat so this combo has to help with there too. But I'll steal your fries of course."

Duke was not going to look a gift horse in the teeth, so he grabbed one bag and tore it open. There was a classic combo with bigger fries and NightWings inside.

"Thank you…" he trailed off, hoping that the girl would take a clue and introduce herself but she didn't. She just drowned her fries in ketchup and started munching. She had her own juice.

"My cousin always said that each part of this combo has a different purpose." she explained instead, slightly muffled because of the fries in her mouth "This" she gestured towards the fast food meal "is to soothe your stomach. This "she tapped energy drink "is to soothe your brain and kick it back online. This "she raised a bottle of juice "is to soothe your taste buds because energy drinks are war crime against them and this "she nudged brownies "is to soothe your heart because Ancients damn it, this day is awful and you deserve it. At least that's what he told me when I had day bad enough to deserve that" she shrugged, licking ketchup of her finger. Suddenly she froze "You aren't allergic, are you?

"No, I'm not" he confessed bewildered.

"Good"

For a long moment, they sat in silence, devouring food the little girl brought. Duke distantly wondered if this was how the night shift spent their snack breaks. It felt nice.

He was finishing his part of the brownies when the girl spoke up again.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," he was a little surprised to realize that t it was true. He'll have to note down what she put in this 'bad day combo'. "Thank you"

"Don't mention it." she shrugged with a general gesture of dismissal "You're one of my cousin's favorite heroes because you're vaguely his age and handle Gotham alone during the day and I quote "She did honest or God air quotes at that" 'As only hero in Amity-' which is a lie by the way, Val is doing great and even if he suddenly got problem with how she feels about his alter ego, he still has Sam and Tuck even if they're usually more of moral support. And I helped when I visited, so no, he isn't the only one. Anyway as he said 'As the only hero in Amity, my heart goes out for anyone who deals with this type of bullshit so Dani if you absolutely have to prank heroes, leave them out of it, especially Signal, he can't be older than Jazz, he doesn't need any more mess to handle.' All aliens and lanterns are also off-limits because he is a space nerd. But you aren't space-related so I'm like 80% percent sure he has a celebrity crush on you" She slurped more juice, unbothered.

Duke was thankful he wasn't swallowing anything because for sure she would choke. He took a split second to consider addressing… this whole situation and choose against it. He was not ready to be anyone's celebrity crush.

"Your name is Danny?" he asked instead.

"Dani" she corrected" with an I"

"Ok. It's nice to meet you Dani-with-an-I" She giggled, nodding her head slightly.

"It's nice to meet you too Signal"

Duke stood up, stretching a little. Dani joined him after hastily putting all the trash in her bag. She was a little higher than expected.

"I have to get back to my patrol"

"Cool," she drifted back a bit, making him realize that she was floating a few inches above the ground. She fixed her bag on her arm.

"Hey, can I hang out a little bit more? My cousin will go green out of jealousy when I tell him" she added with a mischievous smirk but Duke could tell there was more to it. He took a moment to consider it, which apparently made the girl nervous "I can be invisible the whole time, like before." she offered, disappearing in the meantime. He could still tell where she was, because of her heat signature, and aura but for regular people, she would be no different than the surrounding air.

"Yeah, you can hang around and you don't have to be invisible. Just don't get in my way when I have to actually do some fighting."

She popped back to the visible spectrum and pouted like Damian whenever he got benched.

" I can fight, y'know? I stopped mugging on a snack run."

It was ten goddamn minutes, how could she get so much food and stop a mugging in such a short time?!

Oh, right, superspeed. Still, impressive.

"I haven't seen it" he started, channeling all Dick-trying-to-wrangle-Damian-into-socially-acceptable-activity' energy he could muster "So I don't know how you fight or even what powers you have. If we tried to fight together we would trip over each other" It was a bare-faced lie, Bat Training made sure of that but he knew for a fact that if he said anything else, the girl would be mad and probably did her own thing.

Was that what Bruce thought about all of them?

Oh no.

Dani still looked displeased but after a moment of consideration, she nodded with a defeated sigh.

Suddenly she straightened like she got struck by lightning and whipped around.

"Wha-"

She just shushed raising her finger to her mouth. Duke did indeed quieten.

"I have enhanced hearing" she whispered "There is a mugging somewhere this way."

"Let's go then" he shot his grapple, waving his other hand at Dani to come with him before he jumped off the roof. He heard the girl giggle as she flew right after him.

" After this, you'll show me the coolest gargoyles, okay? Sam asked for photos"

"Okay"

It seemed that the end of this patrol wouldn't be as bad as the start was. Hopefully.

And afterward, he was going to lock himself in his room until the sky fell or he was well rested.

Yeah, that was a good plan.

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#it's been in my wips for some time and i wanted to finish it before posting anything #but my creative brain don't want to kick in lately and i really wanted to share something about this idea so here you are #later Duke kinda trains Dani #they hang out #Dani gets a new alias and makes minor costume changes #i had it all drawn and can't wait to share with y'all but i need to finish writing first so you know a context #dc x dp #thoughts?#dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #one shot #writing wip #fanfic #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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toomuchracket · 4 months

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and this is how it starts (flatmate!matty x reader smut)

this is quite literally day 1 of the relationship. like, condom-gate was mere hours ago lmao. also, someone said just thinking about flatmate matty and girlie literally just after condom gate and they're sitting on the couch and she's just kissing his neck and making out and he gets all flustered n floaty cos he's waited for this for so long 😕 maybe she teases him for getting hard so quickly and it's just sweet, i love them <3 so it's a bit of that too. enjoy <3

matty's not totally sold on the idea of there being a heaven, but his reasoning against it is weakening with every passing second. after all, what else could the situation he's in right now be, sprawled on the living room sofa with you on his lap and your lips connected? there's no other way of describing it.

he doesn't give a shit about description right now, though. or responsibility, or even time itself. all matty cares about is kissing you, softly moving his hands to rest in previously uncharted places on your body, and getting you to make those little whimpers that draw all the blood from his brain and redirect it to his dick. your hands weave into each other's hair, and an instinctive tug from matty has you pulling back and whining his name. he goes to pout at the removal of your lips from his own, but then you grind down harder onto him and drop your head into the crook of his neck; your lips meet the soft skin of matty's neck, and he can't stop the gasp that rips from his throat (or the hardening in his sweatpants).

holy fuck. in the many (many) dreams matty’s had about your lips, not once has he ever dreamt about them in this location.

what a twat he is.

another choked noise leaves his mouth as your tongue joins the party, and yet another follows when you moan into his skin at the way he clutches desperately at your hips. before he knows it, you're kissing him again, licking into his mouth with such intensity he's half-convinced you're trying to eat him. and he'd let you - his brain and heart have already been consumed by you, after all. why not let you devour him completely?

your teeth sink into matty's lower lip as if you might, and he whines; you giggle against him, and switch your lips back to his neck before repeating the bite, albeit softer on the delicate skin, pulling another wanton moan from him. the pain turns to pleasure in his nerves and ricochets throughout his body so hard that he feels his dick jump, despite the haze of pleasure clouding his senses and brain capacity.

judging by the way you gasp and grind down impossibly further onto your boyfriend, you feel it too. he's aware of your lips peeling from him, and then suddenly your beautiful face appears in his eyeline - your eyes and hair are wild, your lips are swollen from, well, use, and you've never looked more enticing than now. then you smile, and matty has to retract his previous statement. “i didn't know you were so into neck kissing, matthew.”

he's not sure if it's the use of his full name (chiding, teasing, patronising) or the glint in your eye (seldom seen, slightly manic, so fucking flirty) that does it, but matty feels his cheeks flood with colour and heat. you lightly run your thumb across one with a satisfied hum, and matty momentarily forgets how to breathe; when the palm of your hand brushes his throat on its way down to rest on his chest, he almost shuts down completely. but he quickly recovers enough to speak shyly. “isn’t everyone?”

“yeah, but, baby,” you roll your hips slowly against his, groaning quietly as you do, and whisper directly in his ear. “it just got you so fucking hard.”

christ.

matty says as much as he throws his head back against the sofa, and you giggle. he cracks one eye open to look at you, all happiness-glowy and dishevelled in his t-shirt, and he can't help but smile bashfully. “don’t take the piss, sweetheart.”

“i'm not!” you laugh, then smirk. “well, maybe a little bit.”

“fucking knew it,” matty lightly smacks your ass, grabbing the soft flesh and using it as leverage to rock your hips against his. “mocking me for a normal reaction to a kiss in an erogenous zone, you minx.”

“ooh, big word.”

“i’ll smack you again, i mean it.”

“do your worst,” you grin, circling your hips. “although i'll be surprised if you can focus with that - oh, fuck,” your voice trails off into a moan as matty grins and latches his lips onto your neck, sucking a bruise into the lightly-perfumed skin and soothing it with his tongue.

he smirks as he pulls back to admire his work; for all he's dreamed about marking you up as his like this, nothing comes even remotely close to the real thing. “seems to me like someone can't take it as well as she can give it,” matty coos, cupping your jaw and running his thumb over your pouty lips. “that right, baby?”

without breaking eye contact, you flick your tongue against the pad of his thumb - when you hear matty's breath hitch, you slowly slide your lips onto the digit, down to the knuckle, tongue still flicking around it. he swears under his breath, dick harder than he thinks it's ever been, other hand clutching so hard at your ass that he wouldn't be surprised if it bruised. somewhere deep in matty’s mind, there's a little part of him wracked with guilt at the thought of hurting you, sweet, beautiful you, but that part is far overshadowed by just how badly he wants to be inside you right now.

thankfully, you seem to want that too; you release his thumb with a pop and a connecting string of spit, and look doe-eyed at him. he’s not sure if he's ever seen anything so erotic on his life.“no. i can take it, matty.”

something shifts in the air when you say that - it's as if the molecules have gotten heavier, dropping a delicious tension into the atmosphere and knocking all flirty banter to the ground. you're so close he can see himself reflected amidst the desire in your eyes. so close that your breath mingles with his own, hot in the crisp autumn air. so close, and, for the first time, so available for him to touch.

and, god, does he want to touch you.

“you can take it?” matty asks, caressing your cheek and smiling when you nod. “now?”

“please.”

matty groans. “you'll kill me, sweetheart,” he quickly kisses you, smiling into your lips when you moan. “let me take you to bed and you can show me how well you take it, yeah?”

you pout. “wanna stay here.”

“so do i. but we need to go and get a condom, darlin.”

“don't worry,” you lean back slightly and pull the t-shirt over your head in a way matty can only liken to unwrapping a present; he swears when he sees the lacy black bra you're wearing, your tits threatening to spill over its scalloped trim. when you see him looking at your chest, you grin. “like my bra?”

“very much.”

“good. been saving it for you - you know, in case we ever… got to this stage in our relationship.”

matty blinks as the realisation settles in his mind and body. he's so turned on it's almost painful. “really? fuck, baby, that's so hot.”

you shrug bashfully. “got a whole drawer full of pretty underwear i only want you to see. been thinking about this for a while. which reminds me,” you reach into your bra and pull out a small foil square, and hold it up triumphantly. “no need to go to bed!”

matty laughs slightly deliriously. “you had a condom down your bra the whole time? fuck, you really want me, don't you?”

“on this couch, specifically,” you lean in to softly kiss his neck again, then drag your tongue up to whisper in his ear. “dreamt about riding you on it since the day i moved in.”

shit.

his hips buck up at the mere thought, eliciting whines from both of you. “wanna make your dream come true - need it, darlin, need you.”

“fuck,” your hands scramble to pull matty's t-shirt over his head, then pull his face to your own for a searing kiss. it doesn't last long, though, with you soon pulling back to guide matty's hands to the clasp of your bra; he catches on to your ideas quickly, undoing the thing with ease and sliding the bra from your body, while you clumsily balance on one knee at a time to get your panties off. matty huffs out a laugh when you roll your eyes and leave the underwear to dangle on your left calf, and you smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “what?”

“nothing, you're just cute - sit up for me, darlin, so i can lift my hips, thanks,” he replies, shimmying his sweatpants down with a shit-eating grin. “so impatient to fuck me that you can't even properly take your underwear off.”

you raise your eyebrows and tear the condom packet open with your teeth. matty feels his eyes roll back into his head when you finally touch him, pumping his dick three times before rolling the condom onto him - you hum happily at the weight of him in your soft hand. “i don't think i'm the impatient one here, babe.”

you're not wrong. still, disagreeing gives him a perfect excuse to rile you up with a touch, too. “no?” matty tilts his head, sliding a hand across your thigh and between your legs; before you can react, he slides a finger along your slit, catching the sticky arousal and dipping into your dripping cunt. your reaction - a shaky whimper - is incredible, almost as incredible as matty's realisation that it’s him who got you into this state. “oh, baby.”

he smiles when you whine his name, but it drops in favour of a gasp when you replace his finger in your folds with the head of his dick. without breaking eye contact, you gasp too. “matty, can i…?”

“please, angel,” matty moans, hands trailing up to squeeze your tits before returning home to your hips. “put me inside.”

“okay,” you all but whisper. a beautiful smile crosses your face, the sun breaking through clouds. “i love you.”

the way you say that, so giddy… matty thinks his heart could honestly burst. he gently cups your jaw with both hands. “i love you too.”

you giggle, and matty feels your cheeks heat up. “i'm glad i get to love you openly now.”

“me too, darlin,” matty kisses you slowly, passionately, but so sweetly; he wants you to be able to feel how much he loves you through his lips. he pulls back just enough to speak clearly, foreheads still touching. “wanna be even closer to you.”

“hold my hips, then, please,” you murmur against him, smiling and kissing him again when he obliges. shuffling around on your knees for a second, you line matty up with yourself, and slowly begin to sink down onto him. the feeling is mind-blowing for both of you, it seems - matty makes a choked groan at how tight you are, and you whimper as he stretches you further with every bit of him you slowly take. “matty.”

he responds with a moan of your name, rubbing soothing circles into your hips while you take him to the hilt with a series of dazed blinks. despite the pleasure already clouding his brain, matty touches your face in concern. “you feeling alright, darlin?”

“yeah. just full.”

“need a second?”

you nod. “sorry, baby.”

“no, not at all. feels amazing like this, anyway,” he strokes your cheek, relishing the way you melt into his touch. “knew you'd look fucking gorgeous on top.”

at that, you clench around him - he's not even sure you're aware of it, but he has to focus very hard on keeping himself from moving inside you - and speak again. “have you thought about this a lot?”

matty nods, trailing his hand down to your chest. “oh yeah.”

“so have i,” you smile, humming contentedly when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger - when he leans forward to take the bud into his mouth, you whine. “fuck, can i move now?”

“yeah,” matty moans around your tit, before pulling away and leaning back against the sofa. “ride me, angel.”

the sentence hasn't even fully left his mouth before you're obliging; the words trail into a raspy groan as you slowly pull yourself up and sink back down. his eyes want to close from the overwhelming pleasure of you fucking him, but he keeps them open because the sight of you like this is too incredible to miss even a second of. matty has no idea how many times he's dreamt of you doing exactly this to him, alone in his bedroom or hotel or tour bus bathroom, but every single fantasy pales in comparison to the real thing. after all, he couldn't have imagined the way your jaw trembles and your eyelids flutter every time he bottoms out inside you, sending an accomplishment high through his body that makes him feel better than any substance he's ever tried.

he has imagined the way your tits would bounce as you speed up your own bouncing on him. again, though, reality is so much better - not once in his dreams did you whine a plea while he tentatively touched them, or cry his name and clench around him in response to him pinching your nipples. the slight pain spurs you on, makes your hips move faster and wilder and matty's contract in pleasure, and he makes a mental note to remember the effect it has on you for future reference.

like he'd ever forget any of this. matty’s never felt so good in his fucking life.

when he tells you as much, you beam, and speed up yet again. oh. matty smirks as best he can through the intense pleasure. “you like it when i tell you how good you are, darlin?”

“mhmm,” you nod shyly, adorably incongruous with the way you're slamming your hips down to meet matty's. “wanna be perfect for you.”

fuck. “you are, sweetheart. my perfect girl,” matty sits up to kiss you, and you whimper into his mouth at the slight change in angle of him inside you. he smiles, switching his lips to your neck. “what else do you want, gorgeous?”

“want - oh, fuck - want you to touch me,” before matty even has the chance to respond, you suck his right thumb into your mouth again and lead it to your clit. “wanna cum.”

and who the fuck is he to deny you what you want, especially after seven years of also wanting to make you do just that?

“alright, darlin,” matty smiles, jaw dropping at the way you tighten impossibly further around him as he starts working little circles into your clit. “shit, that feels good.”

“yeah?”

he nods. “keep going, angel. actually, just use me to get yourself off. whatever you need to do.”

your eyes widen. “really?”

“really. wanna see you cum for me,” matty lightly bites the inside of your tit. “used to make myself cum thinking about you falling apart on top of me like this.”

a glint of something flickers in your eyes, something matty can't quite name. “so, if i cum,” you breathily begin, still rocking your hips. “you'll cum too?”

“pretty much, yeah.”

you smirk. “alright.”

with that, you brace your arms behind you on matty's thighs, using them as leverage to fuck him as hard as you possibly can. he gasps, nerves beginning to tingle with the orgasm he's been both holding off and craving for a while now, climax creeping closer with every bounce of your hips and tits; he's mesmerised by you, your beautiful body practically shaking above him as you ride your way to ecstasy, and whines of his name and various swear words and “don't stop touching me, please” pouring from your perfect lips.

matty does as he's told, thumb staying put on the bundle of nerves between your thighs. remembering his mental note from earlier, he brings his free hand down on your ass and kisses away the cry you let out on impact. “come on, sweetheart,” he coos against your mouth. “give in. cum for me, my love, let go for me. make me feel good.”

he leans back to look at you - you look utterly fucked, eyes heavy and teary, jaw slack and lips swollen, but you're so beautiful. when you look at him (probably just as fucked-looking, to be honest), you smile sweetly, but it soon drops off your face as you rush ever closer to the precipice of orgasm. “matty,” you whimper, voice cracking from overuse. “i'm gonna cum.”

no four words have ever sounded better to him. matty holds your face with his free hand; you nuzzle into it, and a wave of love washes over him. “do it, angel.”

your head drops onto his shoulder as your hips fall out of rhythm, and you cry into his neck as your body jerks in ecstasy. matty cries, grabbing your ass and leaning back so he can fuck up into your pulsing cunt as his own orgasm hits. he holds you flush against him as he cums into the condom, then lets you gently flop down as you both recover with panting breaths.

matty's so hazy from pleasure that it takes him a minute to register the chaste kisses you're planting on his neck - you lift your head when he giggles breathily, smiling so widely he's sure your face must hurt. “hi matty.”

“hi, baby,” he kisses your nose. “i love you.”

“love you too,” you give him a little smooch. “loved that.”

“fuck, so did i,” matty sighs, grinning at you. “you're really fucking good at that.”

“only cos it's you i was fucking,” you giggle. “my need to make you feel good outweighed the burning in my thighs. would've tapped out, otherwise.”

matty rubs the offending body part. “will you let me take care of you in return, then? after you've endured the pain and climbed off me so i can get rid of the condom, that is.”

you nod, hissing as you pull yourself off matty's dick and flop onto the couch beside him. he kisses you quickly before he stands, slightly shakily, and removes and ties off the condom; you protest when he places it on the coffee table. “matthew!”

“what? i put it on a coaster. and i'm not leaving it there!”

“still! i don't want used condoms on my good coffee table, even if it's us that's used them,” you stare at him for a second, and then collapse into giggles. “new flat rule?”

matty cackles. “all condoms put in the bin immediately after use. right, hold it for a second, then - and don't give me that face, it was inside you!” he sighs as he bends down and scoops you - holding the condom between your thumb and index finger, mildly disgusted - up bridal-style into his arms. your face softens when he kisses your head as he carries you down the hall. “fancy a bath? it'll help your legs.”

“only if you come in with me.”

he hums, nudging the bathroom door open and setting you down on your shaky legs; you chuck the condom in the bin. “i like the sound of that.”

“good,” you lean up to kiss him. “now please leave the room.”

“what? why?”

“because,” you say, turning the bath's hot tap on. “i need to piss. in peace.”

matty pouts overdramatically. “but i don't want to leave you.”

“out, healy,” you point at the door as matty giggles; you kiss his cheek as he leaves, though. “bring a bottle of wine in when you come back?”

“glasses, too? or just share the bottle?”

you scoff. “you were just inside me, and now you're worried i have germs?”

he laughs. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #flatmate!matty #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

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bia-wayne-west · 4 months

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Pregnancy — Barry Allen x Reader

Characters: Barry Allen (The Flash), Reader (You).

Synopsis: You have been married to Barry for two years. One fine day, you start to feel a hunger worthy of a little speedster.

Warnings: Pregnancy, seasickness, pregnancy discovery

N / A: I did this imagine in 10 minutes. I watched a pregnancy movie with my cousin, and then we went to watch The Flash, she suggested the idea to me and I loved it. Hope you like it.

I'm a Latina girl who doesn't speak fluent English, so I want to apologize for any writing errors you find. Feel free to correct me.

MASTERLIST

The day had begun. The sun came through the window, causing you to curl up even more in the duvets.

You ran your hand over the bed, feeling the sheet to feel Allen's warm body. There was only an empty space, indicating that he had been awake for some time.

Your mind tried to sleep again, however, a sweet smell flooded his nostrils. You could have sworn it smelled like pancakes and condensed milk.

The sheets were set aside as his feet touched the ground. With delicate steps, you made your way to the kitchen, being guided by the wonderful smell. You had no intention of surprising Barry, as he could see everything happening in slow motion and could easily see you approaching.

Allen held a frying pan, trying to flip a pancake. On the kitchen counter was a stack of pancakes and two coffee cups of Jitters.

With a smile on your face, you approached your husband, placing your hand on the speedster's shoulder. Barry's face lit up, showing a sweet smile.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, my dear.”

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“You always make coffee, I decided to make it for you today.” Allen placed the last finished pancake on the plate, enjoying the view of what he had just prepared. “Are you hungry?”

“I think I could devour a whole cow.” Your stomach churned, complaining of hunger.

You usually didn't eat much, unlike your husband. Barry had to consume at least fifteen thousand calories daily, so he could stay upright and healthy. He literally ate all day and kept him body skinny.

Unlike you, who hardly felt hungry. You were the perfect couple. When you couldn't finish your snack, Allen was able to eat everything and still had plenty of room in his stomach. A few weeks ago, you began to feel extraordinarily hungry.

You ate almost the same amount of food as Barry. It seemed like you were a speedster, too. Her sense of smell could sense food being prepared in other rooms, as well as feeling terrible nausea and dizziness. You thought it was vitamin’s problem, and you bought some to make yourself feel better.

Within seconds, the breakfast table was fully set. Without much ceremony, you joined your husband to enjoy their morning meal.

“I could have sworn you have hypermetabolism too.” He joked when he saw you steal a pancake from him after eating yours.

“I don't know what happened. It feels like I'm eating for an army.” You verbalized, picking up the dishes to wash them. As soon as your hand placed the last glass in the sink, a horrible sensation gripped your entire body. You ran to the bathroom, feeling a terrible urge to vomit. Your body leaned over the toilet as the breakfast was poured out.

In less than a second, Barry appeared at your side, his face full of concern. One hand held your hair, while the other smoothed your back.

“Are you okay?”

“I am. I think I ate more than my stomach can handle.”

“Let Caitlin examine you.”

“I told you I'm fine, dear.” You got up with Barry's help. Along the way, you felt your vision darken and your body vibrate, as if you were a speedster. “I think going to see Caitlin is a good idea.”

(…)

“I have two new features.” Caitlin said, as soon as she finished examining your blood. “A good one and a bad one, depending on one's point of view.”

“What's the good news?” Barry asked. Cisco, Joe, Barry, and you were waiting in the exam room. Caitlin held a sheet of paper with the results of your exams.

“You're pregnant.”

Your world spun. Your chest collapsed with happiness. A year ago, you and Barry were planning to have a child, but you never had any luck.

Allen took your hand. The speedster's face was flooded with a smile. Everyone in the room was happy with the news of yet another person being added to Team Flash.

“And what's the bad news?” You asked.

“Very well.” She seemed to be looking for the right words. “I did an ultrasound, and it looks like the baby's heart has stopped.”

“You mean he's dead?”

Everyone in the room asked at once. Tears had already appeared in your eyes, you had barely gotten used to the idea of being a mother, and your little Allen was no longer with you.

“Theoretically, yes.”

“Explain it properly.” You demanded.

“When Barry was struck by lightning, his heart stopped several times. Doctors believed he had died because the machines couldn't record his heartbeat.” She explained. “But his heart had never stopped, what happened is that he was so fast that not even the machines could keep up.”

“So your theory is that the baby is like Barry?” Cisco chimed in. His face was in an expression it was always when he was thinking. “My God, that completely explains your extraordinary hunger and why you started vibrating like a speedster.”

“Our son is also fast.” Allen said, grinning from ear to ear. He deposited a beak on your lips, still holding your hand.

Ten years later…

You've finished setting the lunch table. The dish of the day was pasta with broccoli and cheese. Benjamin Allen's favorite meal.

After putting the last dish on the table, you called your child. Benjamin quickly descended using his powers.

The wind caused by your little one's speed left one of the glasses on the table unbalanced. Before Ben had a chance to catch him, another speedster came in front of him. Barry put the glass right where it was before, and went to meet him.

The brunette wrapped his arms around his body and pressed a sweet kiss to her neck. A laugh escaped his throat as he saw his son utter an exclamation of disgust.

“Please, your son is here watching you be completely disgusting. Ben said, sitting in the chair.

Benjamin has the same hair color as yours, but he had the same green eyes as his father. Everyone who saw him always said the same thing, that he was a faithful copy of Barry Allen.

He and your husband were the guardians of Central City. The little one has not yet obtained all of his father's abilities, but he has the super speed and the ability to vibrate his body and molecules.

In the middle of lunch, you smiled when you saw the size of your child's plate, which was three times larger than yours. That scene reminded him of something.

“Ben, would you like to hear the story of the day I found out I was pregnant?”

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 3 months

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*NSFW* I'm Alive (Yandere!Monster x GN!Reader)

CW: Dead Dove, dub-con, death, gore, inhuman anatomy, sexual non-sexual penetration, mind control, angst, you have been warned

Breathing hurt.

His entire body convulsed as he inhaled, the writhing mass that was his body cracked and groaned as it pulsed. He was once a man, though he no longer remembered much of his previous life. There was a torso emerging from the ball of flesh that was his lower half, and sometimes when he closed his eyes he could recall owning a pair of legs; but now he was just an abomination.

Trapped under the earth in what seemed to be the ruins of a temple or some kind of forgotten catacombs, he spent his days lying in a corner, eating the rats that came and tried to devour his body that reeked of decay.

Sometimes, he dreamt. There is a dream of a building called a "church", where a woman would clasp her hands together and speak to an invisible man. She called it prayer, and told him if he prays then her god will answer, but whenever he awoke and interlocked his red, skinless fingers together, the woman's god never granted him death.

Death never comes, nor does relief.

There was only rot, and pain, and rats.

Each and every day. He didn't know how he knew, because he hadn't seen the sun since becoming a monster, but he knew that there was such thing as a sun, and a sky, and that the day changed to night, which would become weeks, then years. And he knew that he has been down there for a very long time.

Then, one day, there was light.

And God granted him his relief.

.................................

The group of adventurers broke through the sealed entrance to the abandoned tower. It once stretched all the way to the heavens, but had sunk into the dirt centuries ago. Half of the excited group were thrill seeking scholars, willing to put their lives on the line to uncover the secrets of the Inverted Tower, and the other half were monster slaying treasure hunters, investigating the ancient rumors of forgotten relics. Among them was (Reader), a hero unknown.

The dreams began when they were just a child. Dreams of a man begging them not to leave, falling to his knees as the walls crumbled around the two and the familiar stranger's skin peeled off like cracking paint. A nun in the dreams would assure (Reader) that it wasn't their fault. But it hurt. It was too much for a child to see. Seeing themselves, but not themselves, a body foreign yet undeniably their own, reliving the moment when they chained a man to the floor, then locked the door and left him to die.

Now they stood at a hole in the ground: the magnet of fate pulling them into a place they felt would be identical to their dreams.

And they were right.

The halls seemed to be persevered by magic, dirty and dusty, but still fairly untouched by the erosion of time. Landing onto the top floor was like dropping into one of their dreams. Memories from someone else invaded (Reader's) mind, and forced them to recall things they never experienced before.

Adopted by the Tower of God, (Reader) was proud to have been chosen amongst all of the other orphans. Their skills were unmatched, as was their intellect. Only six years old, and the magical talent scouts had determined that they had what it took to learn to be a great warrior for 'The Cause'.

There was another child around (Reader's) age that had been adopted from a different country. He looked like an angel, with gold hair and eyes so clear and blue that they looked like the sky.

The floor shook dangerously as the group worked their way to the stairs. A healer tried to hold (Reader) back, concern filling his face. "You look really pale, do you need to sit down?"

"We literally just entered!" A thug stage whispered, nervous to make any loud noises. No one knew what was in the tower, but there had been many stories about monsters and demons. Some said that the devil himself pulled the tower into the earth out of jealousy towards God.

"I'm fine.." (Reader) wiped the sweat off their forehead with the back of their hand. "I'm just getting a weird sense of deja vu..."

The children entered the tower's chapel hand in hand. It was nearly empty, save for a nun kneeling before a terrifying statue of a cloaked figure. Despite wearing a habit, she was an unusual looking nun, with her eyebrows shaved off and tattoos visible from under her hood.

"Welcome, children." She gave a small smile, one that seemed more tired than welcoming.

"You look weird." The golden boy gripped (Reader's) arm tighter.

A genuine laugh erupted sharply, startling the kids. "I am a clerical nun."

"What's that?"

She revealed her hands to the small orphans before her. Sparkling light rose from her fingers like snowflakes falling backwards.

"The God that I serve gives me power. Power to cleanse the world of evil." The statue looming above the trio felt as though it heard her mention it; it's presence darkening and suffocating (Reader). "You were chosen because your souls glow stronger than most.. God has blessed you both."

"All you have to do is pray.."

An axe slashed through an attacking bat. Only on the 112th floor and the group had already began to run into creatures from the beyond. Lesser evils such as minion bats and living slime charged the group as ferociously as possible, mad with hunger. As they continued on, a growing affection for the young boy bloomed within (Reader's) heart, reliving someone else's journey of friendship and love, with a terrifying sense of anxiety. Each new remembrance of secret handholding and hushed murmurs behind closed doors gave (Reader) a rush of dopamine, but also made them fearful to continue. They knew there was a memory they didn't want to uncover; one that would connect to the dreams they've had since forever, and it scared them.

On the edge of puberty, (Reader) and the Boy could feel that something within them was changing, but being raised by a guild of monster hunters left them without the basic learnings of what was happening to their bodies and minds. The two were surrounded by loving adults who cared for the orphans like family, but continued to isolate themselves as they grew, relying on each other in secret more and more.

The two hid under the blanket, sharing a bed long after it was time for lights out. (Reader) held onto the Boy's slightly clammy hand, repeating a prayer in their head for God to make their heart stop hurting. It was as though they were allergic to their best friend and brother. Whenever he looked into their eyes they felt a tidal wave of emotion so intense it nearly brought them to tears. However, at the same time they couldn't leave his side. They wanted to hug him so tightly that his body would melt into their's.

"I don't like Mother Lillian." The Boy whispered through pouting lips. "She keeps making us take our lessons apart from each other."

"Haha. That's because you refuse to do your work when we sit together." (Reader) knocked their forehead against his lightly.

In the black of their room, they couldn't see the Boy's face blushing, so they assumed that the heat they felt was coming from their own cheeks.

"Schoolwork is boring... I'd rather spend time with you."

The thing on the ground floor could smell his salvation. That prayer he had mumbled in incoherent words for decades was finally heard by his God. A person who's name he hadn't forgotten despite his language skills diminishing to nothing but grunts and groans had finally come for him. He would no longer be alone.

A horrifying sound of flesh ripping echoed throughout the corridor as he tore his body away from the wall he had begun to fuse to. It was agony, dragging his living corpse across the floor, but he knew that it would all be worth it.

Soon.

(Reader's) talent for the arcane accelerated, like a snowball gently tumbling into an avalanche. Praise and recognition were no strangers to the young teen, but as their recognition grew they were kept apart from their best friend for longer and longer intervals. While it hurt to be away from him, the genius had no idea the absolute trauma the separation was inflicting on him.

Mother Lillian held her bleeding forehead, tears falling not for herself, but for the young man she saw as her own son. The Boy stood above her with a candlestick holder raised high above his head, ready to swing again. This was the scene (Reader) interrupted, lashing out on instinct with a holy light, hoisting their best friend off his feet with a frantic wave of their hand. "STOP!"

Blood continued dripping from the tattooed cleric as her aging body was pulled into her other child's arms. It wasn't a deadly strike, but a second surely would have ended her. She was powerful, but took a vow long ago to only use her magic against evil, so even having her brow split open she refused to defend herself, because that would mean that she thought her adopted son was evil.

And even though he didn't believe it, she did love him.

"It's all her fault! She won't let us be together! She's keepING YOU AWAY FROM ME!!"

Moisture sweat from the walls.

The heat was becoming unbearable. Cooling potions were being consumed in fairly consistent dosages as the party descended. But it wasn't the earth's core, nor the presence of hell itself that caused (Reader's) fever.

They could still feel the sting of betrayal when they threw their best friend off of their mother.

"No.. that wasn't me.." the hero wobbled on their feet, fingernails clawing at their scalp.

A clay vase nearly toppled as (Reader) clipped their hip on the corner of the little table it was resting on.

They could see the Boy watching them from behind the ugly vase, and it made their stomach feel strange. His shoulders had grown wide and his chest broad. The Boy no longer looked like a boy, and (Reader) couldn't block out the odd, scary new feelings they had for him.

"STOP!!" (Reader) took off, slamming their face into a wall with a force loud enough to draw the attention of skeletons.

Said monsters hobbled closer to the group of panicking adventurers, drawing the attention of the dizzy and confused hero, who recognized the tatters draping the undeads' bones immediately.

Clerical wizards and holy people smiled at the young adult knowingly as they tried to explain, with all seriousness, the illness plaguing their body whenever their "brother" was near.

"Calm down!" The healer begged, trying to cool the panicking person down.

"No! You should all be in heaven! Why are you here?!"

Why am I here?

Whispers seeped out of the door to the Boy's room, whispers the jealous cleric-in-training on the other side did not recognize. Unable to contain their envy, (Reader) burst into the room, only to see their exhausted blonde friend standing alone in the center.

"[•••••], who were you talking to?" They demanded, eyes narrowed and shaking. At hearing his own name his cloudy eyes widened, accentuating the bags hanging heavy underneath.

"I was just praying.." His arms engulfing his angry "friend" instantly dowsed their fire, almost hypnotizing them with his touch into forgetting that they thought they had heard a second voice. "If I'm.. If I can be as strong as you, then we'll be able to spend more time together, right?"

Your God wasn't listening, so I found a new one.

As (Reader) remembered a life that wasn't their own, so did the abomination from the basement.

Each floor that their bodies drew closer also brought back pieces of their souls; souls that could only exist together.

He came to me, and offered me a deal.

The Man woke his old friend when the sun wasn't close to rising, climbing over their body under their blankets. As soon as their lips parted to question his actions, his tongue was in their mouth.

With no light to guide them the two kissed passionately and without experience. They didn't know what they were doing, just that they needed to feel one another.

(Reader) greedily grabbed the sides of his face to pull him closer, legs shifting to feel his body against their own, instantly stopping at the realization that his face was wet under their palms.

"[•••••]?" They tried to pull back as he leaned in, trapping them against their pillows. What they first thought to be tears was too warm and thick to be water. Roughly pushing him back, (Reader) illuminated the small space with magic, frightened.

Blood leaked down and smeared across his cheeks as [•••••]'s bloated, red eyes were on the verge of popping.

"Shit, we finally got passed them!" The barbarian wheezed out. "Those boney bastards were fucking tough, no thanks to you!" He directed that last part to the nearly comatose hero being supported by the healer.

"no.."

The young magic user barely heard the sick patient whimper. They had been muttering gargles of nonsense for a few levels, so it was worrying seeing them lucid and frightened; eyes round of scared, pointing at the door the barbarian was about to open with all their strength, shaking. "No..."

"Why were they so tough..?"

The door swung open with a loud bang, and a tendril shot through, piercing the barbarian's skull and splattering the scholar behind him in brain matter.

"He had made a pact with a devil."

A man bubbling alive screamed in agony as he attempted to tear off his hands to rid himself of the holy chains keeping him tethered to the floor.

Mother Lillian made an audible sound of pain as she choked back her feelings. Years of meditation and worship, and she could not keep a stoic face despite this being her job. So many exorcisms she performed. So many monsters she'd slain.

But this was her son.

"We can exer-"

"We have already tried that." (Reader) felt their world shatter. "This was a contract, not a possession."

A paladin in golden armor offered a sorrowful expression that seemed genuine. "The only thing we can do is to put him out of his misery."

"No!" They cried out, attempting to launch themselves at the godly man as their grieving mother held them tighter to her chest. "Let me see him, please! I can talk to him! Convince him to give up the name of the devil, so we can hunt it down and save his soul!"

"That's-" The paladin was cut off by Mother Lillian's icy glare. That was a long shot. Not only would it be a reckless waste of human life to hunt down a devil for one man, said man was delirious, borderline demented. There was no reasoning with him.

Bloody holes where eyes once sat welcomed (Reader) as they entered the cellar prison.

Without his sight, he could still see. He saw with scent and sound. The sound of their blood rushing through their veins made their shape, and the natural odor of (Reader's) sweat identified the body. He smiled, another tooth falling out as he did so, joining the wet pile on the floor.

"(Reader)~.."

"Tell me the name of the devil you serve." They kept their voice even and still, despite the quake rattling their spine.

"You came for me~ Just like he said!~" A pop ended his sentence, one of his arms dislocating as he pulled on the chains to get closer.

"Just like who said?" (Reader) fell to one knee, leaning in as closely and as they safely as they could. "Please, tell me the name of the devil you made a contract with."

"And now you'll love me!" He squealed.

"I want to save you!" (Reader) grabbed his shoulders but was instantly repelled, throwing themselves away and back towards the door. His skin had slipped off and stuck to their fingers. "Please, please just tell me!"

"God made me strong so you would love me!"

(Reader) turned to run out.

"Wait. Where are you going?" His voice almost sounded like his own again. It pulled (Reader's) hand away from the handle.

"I need to hunt down the devil that did this to you." Their voice trembled, barely containing their tears.

".. what?" The smile was gone as more skin stripped off the decaying body. "No?"

The pain was beginning to return. It had left when his love entered, but now that they were threatening to leave.

"You can't leave? No! NO!" His face tore as he slammed his skull down onto the floor. "Don't leave me! You need to love me! Please don't go!"

Corpses lay around the detached person slowly coming to terms with their apparent reincarnation. They knew they never returned to that tower in their previous life. They spent their entire life searching for the devil that stole their first love's soul, and died bleeding out on a battlefield, forgotten by history and remembered by no one. Unknown to them, the tower with their forgotten family did not carry on their legacy, for it had sunk while they were searching and they had simply never heard the news.

Perhaps, there were no gods, only devils. Because even the most righteous people to have ever lived were damned to wander the tower as the undead instead of passing over to the afterlife. It wasn't fair.

(Reader) gazed up at the tumorous creature that had massacred their party with glassy eyes. The name they couldn't recall during their entire discovery of their past life rolled off their tongue as they reached out for him-

"Ydenn."

A language no longer spoken by a people that no longer lived; suddenly the language (Reader) had known their entire life was replaced by something much older.

Skinless hands grabbed (Reader) gently and raised them to eye level. "(Reader).."

He called them by their past name, bruising their hips under his fingers. (Reader) briefly worried that they were about to die, that all these years alone Ydenn thought they had abandoned him, and that all he desired for all these years was revenge.. but instead he pulled them close, smashing his face against theirs in a mock kiss.

Without lips his gums rubbed painfully against their lips, but it felt just as hungry and desperate as their first kiss under the covers. (Reader's) body may have felt different in his arms, but he knew it was them.

They parted their lips for his invading tongue, now longer and monstrous, it moved like a writhing worm inside their cheeks before pressing itself down their throat, pulsating and hot. Ydenn's hands tore off their top, effortlessly going through multiple layers to feel their bare skin against his raw muscles. He sat their body on his mound of flesh, unable to think of anything other than becoming one with them.

A bright light filled (Reader's) vision as their pants were removed, suddenly replacing the horrific scene with a pleasant dream. Lying in the bed they owned well over a century ago, Ydenn held them under his naked body, face red and glossy from his crying baby blues. "I finally have you again." With a wide smile he kissed them again, smiling harder when they eagerly reciprocated.

They pulled back just to say "I tried to save your soul, Ydenn! I'm sorry I never came back, I'm sorry for dying!"

Just like the angel (Reader) remembered him to be, his face cracked under the weight of his joy, hearing his love babble underneath him as though they were nervous of his feelings. "You came back for me~"

"I'm sorry it took so long." Now (Reader) was also smiling through tears. "I'm sorry I never told you.. that.. that I already loved you!"

(Reader) could feel his erection press against their thigh and willingly opened their legs, making room for him.

Ydenn's heavy pants hit their ear as he dropped his face into the crook of their neck, caressing his dick with one hand as he rubbed its tip between their legs. "Tell me you want to become one with me."

Shivers pimpled their skin in anticipation as they looked down between their bodies at his swollen cock. "I want to become one with you."

There was a searing pain that pieced (Reader's) core.

With a blink the dream was gone, and (Reader) was back facing the skinless half living corpse; a thick tendril made of gore and once-human meat penetrating their stomach.

Vomit and blood spat out across their chest as the throbbing entity began thrusting in and out of the wound it created. Their eyes gave away their shock at the treachery. The wound was too deep and too sudden; the immediate pain was already gone, and they felt numb from the waist down.

"Yd-Ydenn?" They choked on his name, but the gurgle of blood went unnoticed by him. Just hearing his name spurred him on. His teeth scraped against theirs as he began violently fucking the hole he had created. The tendril raped their abdomen like a prehensile penis while his hands ground their urine soaked groin against the growth that was his lower half. Each slap of their bodies bore the wound deeper, spraying blood and mulched intestine.

Between slaps were images of that dream, almost within (Reader's) grasp. They could almost feel pleasure, as they imagined running their hands through his hair as he pounded them into their bed.

They could hear the bed creaking against the hard wood floor as they reached their orgasm, excitedly moaning as they spasmed under his crushing pelvis. (Reader) could feel something building within them, threatening to pop as his dick slammed into something inside of them perfectly.

Just as it was spilling out, the rush of a climax vibrating their system, a loud thunk brought them back to their bloody reality.

Their glazed eyes lulled to the side to find the source of the loud sound.

(Reader's) severed bottom half lay on the floor, only attached to their torso by the stretched out intestines and leaky organs barely holding on.

The disembowelment of his lover didn't seem to phase the monster, still making love to them as more smaller, wriggling pieces of flesh penetrated (Reader).

They could feel the tendril writhe up into their chest, and wondered how they weren't dead yet. It rubbed itself against their heart, leaking an inhuman precum against their weakly beating organ. Through the black goop they thought they could see blue irises smiling back at them with happy tears.

"I love you, (Reader)."

Hot fluid splashed up into their brain as he came inside of their nearly hollowed out cavity, then the world went black.

There was a creature at the bottom of the tower, that no adventurer dared to attack. It never killed unprovoked, but it's kill rate was perfect.

It was a strange creature, a large ball of rotting chunks of human meat, held together by dark magic. Out of the tumor like creature sprouted two torsos, one more decayed than the other, and they were often seen embracing one another, creating ungodly sounds that echoed throughout the entire tower.

Though they forgot how to speak and see, their names never each other's mouths, repeating them over and over to one another without end. They had no need for sleep, nor rest. It was as though they forgot they needed to eat and even breathe.

They only needed each other.

#yandere #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #gn reader #dead dove #dead dove do not eat #cw: gore #cw blood #cw dubcon #cw mind control #cw death #snsp #yandere x reader #angst #happy ending..?#cw gore #really high while trying to proofread #sorry this took so long

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wandagcre · 9 months

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sam with a plus-sized girlfriend | headcanons

Request: Hello! Can I request Sam with plus size y/n (fem obvi!), hcs, please? (Sfw and nsfw, if that's okay?) - this is requested by a plus sized fem!💗

Hope this lives up to your expectations! as a thick girl dealing with body dysmorphia this felt good to write. Thanks for the request 🥰

SFW

sam honestly isn't shallow when it comes to physical appearances. meaning she didn't care whether you were ripped or not, she only took notice about how it was comforting and trust worthy you were, which made sam love you just the same

and you being plus sized wasn't something sam stressed about. it was like a simple attraction for her. soon as she knew her feelings for you, she immediately made it known by making advances on you like she normally would. her eyes often lingered towards you and hugs were definitely a must for her.

she says you give the warmest and best ones!

sam is literally your number one cheerleader when it comes to trying out new kinds of clothing on your wardrobe! she doesn't fail to compliment you. it was genuine, too. she loved seeing you smile and carry yourself confidently <3

she's so smooth with it. sam affirms you with "you should wear it more often" or "it looks so pretty on you, my pretty girl" with a wide pearly grin on her face ;( she adores you so much!

it wasn't like you were unattractive, either. sam realized that the whole "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" couldn't be more true because she literally perceives you like a greek goddess and you effortlessly had her hypnotized, full attention on you always.

when you open up about it, questioning her why sam felt this way with you, she simply grabbed your hands and kissed them.

"it's like- you know how you constantly say you like my muscles? that you can't help but zone out to them? the same goes for me. i think about how it's a part that beautifully encapsulates you. and of course, who am i to think less than that?"

cue the waterworks because you were sobbing right after sam said it.

if you were conscious about eating "more" than usual, sam will respect that. though because she was worried you might pass out so she convinces you how it wouldn't be good to deprive your body of what you need.

she often eats with you too. sam's got a crazy appetite and she simply says she can't function without any energy nor burn whatever she needed at the gym if she didn't at all. that idea helped you ease your conscious self.

if you were insecure with your thighs, sam made it known subtly how she loved them. she often laid her head down on your lap and sam says that she liked how comfy it was while you ran your fingers through her hair.

NSFW

sam also mentions how you looked so great in your jeans/shorts and she can't even keep her hands off you each time. you notice it with the glint in her eyes, like she's trying to eat you already. sam hates winter because you'd wear layered clothes, says that it takes away her beloved sight.

sam is a sucker for your thighs. if you were conscious about it, she'll remind you how much she loved being affectionally crushed with them as she devours you... sam vividly retells you how she loved having you ride her face

she also loves pressing kisses on your inner thighs!! how you react to sam's teasing and especially when she bites, it titillates her. it motivates sam to do more

so big with body worshipping!!

THIGH RIDING. sam teasing you with "i love how my pretty girl gets all desperate and needy for me" or "you like that? using my thigh to hump me and trying to reach your climax? of course you do..."

mating position (with strap) or tribbing is one of her favorite positions with you. sam caresses and holds onto your tummy rolls, absolutely adoring how they look. whether you're on top or underneath sam, something about your look of being lost in the lust haze caused by her and seeing your body react to her - it felt for sam that your flexibility is challenged so well as she grinds/presses onto you fervently

sam loves fucking you in front of the mirror and making you look in it as she fingers you 😫 whispers reassuringly how you need to see it. how beautiful you look. it's definitely a thing that happens way more than once ;)

bonus: she does it whenever you're insecure or she's jealous of someone getting too chummy with you. if sam feels threatened enough, she'd like to emphasize visually in the mirror how it should only be her getting to touch your stunning body and be the one to wreck you in the most sinful ways 😮‍💨

#headcanons #sam carpenter x reader #non g!p sam #wlw #lesbian #scream vi #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter smut #anon #request

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mlmmetalhead · 1 year

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Rip my ribcage open, devour what's truly yours

Ethan Landry x Male reader

CW: nsfw, murder of an original female character, emetophobia, slutshaming? kinda?; mentions of straight sex, the reader is attracted to men and women, Ethan is gay, cowboy position, top reader, from sub to power bottom Ethan, evil fucked up Ethan, jealousy, possession kink, a REALLY unhealthy obsession, blood kink, biting.

MINORS + FEM ALIGNED DNI

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The music was booming, Ethan's ears rang and the lighting was dazzling. People's bodies around him smelled of sweat and alcohol, and his head felt like it would crack open. Then a wave of nausea hit him, and he felt the contents of his stomach creeping up his throat. Ethan's hand shot up to his mouth as he tried to search for Chad or Y/n in the crowd of unfamiliar people. But he couldn't - it was as if his friends have dissolved into thin air. He pushed through the wall of people to the stairs, climbing them as fast as he could. Luckily, there weren't as many people as there were downstairs. Ethan darted around searching for a bathroom when he stumbled on a door at the end of the corridor that looked like it might be a bathroom.

Without thinking, Ethan pushed through the door to what he thought would be a bathroom only to be met with a sight of a bedroom with dim lights. The bed was occupied by a naked girl with one of the guys Ethan searched for on top of her. His heart dropped as Y/n jolted back up, locking eyes with Landry. Ethan didn't know why he felt like this, why he felt his hands tensing up around the door handle and his teeth gritted. But he didn't have a chance to think about it more before he threw up on the clothes scattered on the floor.

"Shit, Ethan!" Y/n screamed as he bounced right back on his feet, still half naked. The girl made a loud sound of disgust as L/n helped his friend not to literally pass out right there. He wrapped his hands around Ethan's torso, and the latter thought he could throw up a second time at the thought of those same hands being on this girl's body just a second ago. Landry still felt a disgusting feeling pooling in his stomach as he made eye contact with the naked girl on the bed. He made sure to memorize every single feature of her dirty little face he grew to hate in bare seconds. He tried to pull a shit eating grin, clawing on his friend's shoulders, but it fell flat as he closed his eyes, too tired to really function.

Chad later told him, that Y/n went out the room, with no shirt on and his belt unbuckled, carrying unconscious Ethan in his hands. He took his shirt with him and drove the passed out guy to their dorm. Before he drove off, the girl he tried to hook up with, Chloe, a theater major, made a whole scene and slapped Y/n across the face. Apparently, it was mainly her clothes Ethan threw up all over, which honestly, he was delighted to learn. Through the course of next week, Landry made it his priority learning more about that bitch L/n was with. He didn't know why, not really, but every time he thought about Y/n being with her that night, he felt like destroying something.

It wasn't hard finding her on social media, especially since Quinn agreed to help her dear brother. Her Tinder account was especially disgusting. It's definitely for the best Y/n didn't sleep with her, with the amount of guys she hooks up with, no wonder she probably has STDS. Hacking her account was easy, of course someone as dumb as her would make all of their account passwords the same. From then on, when she agreed to a date with some random dude, Ethan just logged into her account and told the guy something along the lines of 'family business', just ten minutes before the set time. It's too bad Chloe was already on the agreed spot.

It was a seemingly peaceful evening on a busy street. Chloe was waiting for her Tinder date forever, beginning to think of the possibility of being stood up. Suddenly, her phone rang, and the display showed an unknown number, but she didn't remember sharing her phone with this guy. But with no better options, she accepted it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Chloe?", there was a certain impatience with how the voice sounded.

"Yes, and are you... Jason, by any chance?"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm really sorry for running late it's uh... I'm not familiar with this part of town."

"It's fine, I get that", Chloe giggled. She really liked the guy's voice, "Can you see... A park? Or maybe someone walking their dog, there's a dog play area here."

The question was followed by silence, but just when Chloe began to feel uneasy, the voice on the other side broke through again: "Yes, there is someone walking their dog, but I don't see a park... Wait, they're walking towards and alley, is there an alley nearby?"

She looked around and spotted a dark alleyway a couple of meters away from her, "Yes! Yes, are you going in?"

"I am! Oh, that's just great, I was worried I was lost."

Chloe hurriedly walked towards the alley, which, admittedly, was a bit creepy, with no one around and the dark sky above. Walking in, she stopped around the center of it, her eyes searching for the cute guy she met on tinder, or at least, the person with their dog he mentioned. But no one showed up. "Are you sure you're on the right address?" Her voice sounded a bit anxious.

"I don't know... Am I, Chloe?" the girl shuddered at the words, a dreadful sense of uneasiness crawling up her back.

"Sorry?"

"Oh, you better be. Say, do you like scary movies?" Chloe felt panic rising in her stomach, as her eyes frantically darted around the alley.

"N-no, not really my thing... Are you there already?!"

"Oh, then it's no wonder. No wonder you were so stupid, to walk into an empty alley in the cover of the night."

Before Chloe got the chance to answer, she felt a gloved hand grab her mouth, and a sharp blade piercing her back. She tried to scream, but the next place the blade struck was her throat, leaving her a babbling mess, blood pouring out of her barely open mouth. As misery and fear that of a dying rabbit struck her, tears streamed down her face. Oh, how Ethan loved it. He drove his blade into her quickly collapsing body, hoping to reach into her fading soul. He hoped it hurt. Hoped it hurt just as much it hurt him to see her take what belonged to him. Every time her flesh ripped, he couldn't help but imagine himself in her place that night, covered in her blood as Y/n took him and made them one.

By the time Landry was done with her, she was almost unrecognizable. He was covered in blood from head to toe. Such a pity she couldn't see his face behind that ghostface mask, maybe she'd even recognize him. Maybe she'd remember how he smiled at her when his Y/n discarded her as a toy the second he, his dear Ethan felt bad.

It didn't take too long for the murder to appear on the news. Ethan couldn't help but smile when the cops said they didn't have any leads. It was presumed to be connected to the ghostface murders, with a similar hit-and-run way of attacking, but no masks were found at the scene. Either way, it was someone from their college, someone they knew. So it was no wonder Ethan showed up at Y/n's door on the same evening the news broke out. He looked like a kicked puppy, especially with the rain that poured outside, his hair and sweater were wet, and his eyes pleading with his friend for shelter.

"What happened?", his sweet, sweet voice made Ethan so excited.

"I'm scared, Y/n... Can I please stay with you for some time? Chad's with his friends and I don't want to be alone..."

L/n's face was full of concern when he let Landry through the door of his room. Ethan inhaled the air filled with his favorite scent and smiled to himself before turning around with the same sad expression on his face.

"Shit, you're drenched... Here, I'll get you a spare shirt and pants if you want." Y/n looked at his friend, stretching his hand out. Only a couple seconds after it occurred to Ethan what he was stretching his arm for, and bit his lip in an attempt to hide his excitement before pulling the sweater off his body, followed by his pants. His beloved made an attempt to cover his eyes, to which Landry mumbled: "It's fine... You can look." Ethan held eye contact with Y/n as he revealed himself to him, hoping his friend wouldn't notice the half-hard-on in his boxers.

His bed was so soft, especially with his old clothes on, practically surrounded by things that reminded Landry of him. Some movie Ethan wasn't really paying attention to was playing on the TV, the h/c guy layed beside him, his hands wrapped around Ethan's torso, gently caressing the burning skin. Landry didn't know how much longer he could hold himself from pouncing right on top of Y/n, as unconventional memories of Chloe's ripping flesh began to crawl in-between his soft thighs.

"Y'know, it's really great to have you here." Ethan tore his gaze off of the TV screen, intently watching Y/n's features, "I was... I'm really scared too. I knew Chloe, y'know? When I heard the news I thought... Y'know, it's stupid, it was over a week after that but... I thought if I haven't just left her at that party maybe things would've been... Different."

Ethan felt his jaw tensing again, as his brows furrowed. That familiar sense of blood boiling in his veins and a sharp feel of anger piercing at his heart. He gutted that fucking bitch so Y/n would give all the attention to him, not that he would talk about her useless dead ass, especially when they're supposed to be hanging out together!

"You alright?" L/n asked, worry clearly painted on his face. Was Ethan so mad it showed on his face?

"Yeah. It's fine."

"No, something's wrong, I can see it. Talk to me, dude. I want to be able to help." With those words, the guy took Landry's hands in his own, slightly caressing his palms. Ethan's breathing got stuck in his throat when he tried to make eye contact with the object of his admiration. "I-it's nothing. It's stupid."

"If it's bothering you, then it's clearly not stupid. You know, everyone's on the edge right now. You can tell me if something... Or someone, is bothering you." Ethan raised his eyes, locking with the e/c ones. He opened his dry mouth and whispered, barely audible:

"Can you kiss me?"

Y/n stayed still for a moment, his expression blank. Ethan felt his heart sink. Was he too selfish in his attempts of conquering the man's attention and heart, that he hadn't even considered the possibility of it being not mutual? And then he heard the hushed response, "Yes." Y/n pulled Landry closer to him, and his arms, which had held him a second ago, wrapped around Ethan's shoulders, pressing gently against his stiff body. Ethan, without taking his eyes off the others, leaned forward so that their heads were flush, then kissed L/n lightly. The kiss was sweet, tender, and very gradual, fully consistent with the sensations that Ethan had been waiting to experience. Y/n's movements seemed slow and sleepy, Landry's were sharp and impetuous, but they were just as harmonious and complete. When they separated, Ethan's lips were red and wet, his eyes looking at what he had desired for so long with desperation.

"Y/n..." he uttered, slowly breathing, as if in a state of trance. "Take me, please?"

L/n was hesitant for a second, his hands ghosting around the hem of his own old shirt on Ethan's slender body. "You sure you're okay with this?"

Landry couldn't help but smile, showing a little bit of tooth which, for some unknown reason, made Y/n shudder. "Of course I am. I couldn't tell you how long I've been waiting..."

The cold air of the room hit Ethan's burning skin like a dozen of needles. He made a great effort to let L/n know his hands were more than welcome to explore, all while being completely steady himself, only reveling in the intoxicating sensation of rough human skin again his shamefully exposed body. Occasional silent pleas left his wet lips, which were always obliged by the one he longed for. When the time came for his pants, Landry took them off himself. There was no point in trying to hide the obvious excitement between his legs now, so he presented himself fully to Y/n, admittedly, still being a bit shy about it. L/n was not at all disconcerted by this choice of his partner. It lent a touch of innocence to everything that was going on. His soft skin tasted of salt on Y/n's lips. Ethan bent his legs at the knees and spread them apart. L/n leaned forward, never stopping to stroke Landry's cock through his silky black briefs. Softly, he wrapped his arms around his ass and pulled Ethan to him, and when his knee was between his legs, he felt the force with which Landry squeezed him with his hips. Ethan felt as if his flesh had been struck by lightning. He could hardly restrain a moan. His lover's hands were working magic on his sensitive pink nipples, as his knee was rubbing his erection. This was something else, something new, something he had never before felt. A feeling of escape swept through Ethan's body in a way that he couldn't even begin to explain. It was as if all the obstacles that had held back his flow for so long had vanished, leaving him with what he chased for so long, together with him. Landry let out a low, throaty moan, squeezing Y/n's knee even harder with his thighs. A few more moments passed, and then he spoke up:

"Wait... Can you... Take your shirt off too? I want... Want to see."

Y/n smiled, his hands traveling from Ethan's nipples down to his palms, slowly stroking and while directing them towards the bottom of his own shirt.

"Take it off yourself if you want, baby."

Landry felt his cock twitch in his briefs, a quiet moan leaving him. His heart was racing at the intimacy of the moment when he first saw L/n's bare stomach and a slight line of a happy trail leading him down like a guideline. When his eyes met with his lover's chest, he couldn't help but let a hand slip. It traveled down to the edge of Y/n's pants, stopping at it, before Ethan looked up questioningly at his heart's contents. L/n smiled again and nodded. Only that was needed for Landry to pull the pants down along with the boxers. He felt his hole clench upon looking at the hard member revealed to him.

"Is this...", his voice was breathless, "...because of me?"

His lover only chuckled at that, letting a hand pet Ethan's soft curls. "Of course it's because of you. Who else would it be? It's only for you."

Only for him. Only for him. Oh god, these words made Landry's sick mind make an another twist and a sickly sweet feeling pool in his stomach. His. No one else's. A Cheshire-like grin crawled upon his soft feature's as Ethan touched Y/n's hard cock, not giving it any mercy as his hand sped up, jerking it, spreading around a layer of pre. "Yeah? Tell me more."

L/n shuddered, a sudden feeling that can only be described as what a deer feels being caught by a wolf washed over his body and mind, stunning him for a good minute. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ethan's smirk. His glistening fangs sent a shiver down Y/n's spine.

"I- I'm hard because of you. I've been jerking it to the thought of you... For a while, to be honest."

Landry let our a low guttural sound, that L/n swore sounded like a growl. "I did the same for you." He giggled, speeding his hand up. Y/n moaned at the sensation of the guy's hand on his cock, but it wasn't for too long that he was able to enjoy it. Suddenly, all at once, it stopped. Ethan got his hand off of L/n, instead getting more comfortable climbing onto his lap.

" 'm gonna ride you, okay? Saw it in porn once. You okay with that, sweetie?" Y/n nodded, accepting his role and breathing in the sweet scent of the guy on top of him.

He smelled of blood.

When the tip of his cock brushed over Ethan's hole, L/n found he was already prepped."I've been waiting for this for so long.", Landry half whispered, biting his lip, "Do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking about this? About you? I've never... I'm a virgin, you know? Do you like that, Y/n? Taking my innocence? Fuck, I hope you do.", With those words, he lowered himself on the other man's cock with a loud, high-pitched moan. A sharp bite tearing into the soft skin of a deer. They both moaned as Landry wasted no time to start moving, colliding their bodies in a sensual symphony of sweat and loud breaths.

"Fuck! Feels even better than I imagined! So deep! Do you like this, babe?", Ethan's eyes darted back to L/n's face, seemingly not even searching for an answer, only to drink in the tasteful expression of pleasure on his face. In unison with the sound of the slapping skin, the h/c male loudly moaned a positive response, throwing his head back. He felt Ethan's claws digging into his shoulders as his pace increased. Landry wasn't ashamed anymore, not holding in all and any noises he made, almost like he was making sure all the neighbors knew he was finally claiming what belonged to him. Fuck, he wished he was covered in that whore's blood now. He wished to leave blood marks on Y/n's perfect body as a sign of sacrifice in their sinful ritual as they became one.

Now every breath of air bursting from Ethan's lungs filled his instincts with lust. The animal part in him demanded to sink his teeth into that muscular throat and tear the flesh, leaving a scarlet mark on his skin. Landry imagined the pleasure Y/n would feel crying out in pain. He groaned, trembling at the keen sensation of the unfulfilled. Soon it would happen, and the smell of blood would fill him, soaking his entire body. To delay the moment when he would cum, Ethan slowed his pace. After a few seconds, it worked, a wave of tremors ran through Landry's body. The sweet pain of drawn-out pleasure boiled up in his throat. It was only when it became difficult to restrain himself that he began to move faster. "Mine..." he murmured in a voice hoarse with desire.

"What was that?" L/n asked, barely able to process the world around him with a spinning head, drunk with lust.

"Mine... Mine!" Ethan screamed louder and louder, saliva dripping from his red lips onto the man underneath him. A hungry beast. "Mine! No one else's! And I'm yours! Claim me!" They both got lost in a loud scream of pleasure. Ethan lost his mind, moving up and down at an inhuman pace, feeling his legs stick to his lover from the amount of precum they were covered in. Feeling climax approach, with an animalistic grin plastered onto his face, Ethan jumped forward, biting down on Y/n's shoulder, drawing out a bit of blood. L/n moaned, music for Landry's ears.

"Mine! Mine! Mine! Y/n!" Ethan screamed, darting upwards and stretching his back while his body exploded in a final catharsis. Jumping back down one last time he felt Y/n's seed spilling inside, filling his guts with the ecstatic feeling of being owned.

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #dom male reader #top male reader #gay #ethan landry x male reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream x reader #scream #scream x male reader #scream 6 #scream vi #mlm ns/fw #🍷 mlmmetalhead

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thefallennightmare · 1 month

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For headcannon Monday, can you please do Noah with someone on the thicker side? Maybe a mom-bod if you get what I mean. He loves the mom pooch but reader is super insecure about it, especially now that the nicer weather is coming and there's skinny/hot girl stuff all over social media...she just feels like he would prefer that instead of bike shorts, oversized t (usually his), no makeup, mom bun and flip flops.

I'm feeling a little insecure lately if you couldn't tell 😞🤦🏼‍♀️

As someone who has a mom pouch, I relate to this so so much.

"This is bullshit," you grumbled under your breath when the pair of jeans that fit you last year didn't fit any longer.

"Angel," Noah sighed while wrapping his arms behind you to run his hands over your stomach. "You don't have to get dressed up for this. The guys are coming over for a barbeque. You can be comfortable."

"I always dress like a bum, Noah. Ever since we had Killian, I can't get rid of this!" You pulled at the extra pouch of fat around your stomach.

It had been difficult to lose the weight you gained when you were pregnant with your son. You've tried everything you could the last two years; diets, working out, juice cleanses. Noah even brought you along with him to his workouts with Ash.

While you lost some weight and were more toned, it was still hard to lose the weight around your stomach. Which made you very self-conscious, especially now that summer was here and everyone was coming over for a barbeque.

You guys had a pool at your house but the last thing you would do was get in a swimsuit around others.

Noah would do whatever he could to make you feel beautiful; kiss all the stretch marks and devour every inch of you. But he knew that it was hard to hush the voices in your head that told you he'd find someone else.

"Hey," he cupped your cheek when he recognized that far-off look in your eyes. "Don't go there, angel. You know that all I want is you. I love you. Your body literally grew our son and birthed him, it may not bounce back as fast as you'd want but you're still gorgeous to me."

Your heart warmed with his words and eventually nodded, tears stinging in your eyes.

The postpartum effects were still hitting you almost two years later but Noah was always there to help any way he could.

"Besides," he pressed a kiss to your lips. "You know I prefer you in a pair of biker shorts and one of my shirts."

"I know, but that still doesn't mean I don't want to get dressed up every once in a while," you sighed while opting to wear your go-to outfit. Biker shorts and Noah's shirt; Naruto eating noodles.

"How about tomorrow we go shopping? You can buy a whole new wardrobe?" Noah suggested while picking up Killian who was lying in your bed watching a cartoon on the television.

Your son with dark curls and almond eyes giggled when Noah attacked his cheek and neck with kisses.

"I'd like that," you stepped into Noah's opened arms. "Killian could use some clothes as well."

Noah playfully rolled his eyes. "Whatever you two need, I'm here for."

#tina talks #noah sebastian #headcannon monday #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian headcannon

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u3pxx · 4 months

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disco meshi au rambling below major spoilers for both disco elysium and dungeon meshi (only up until chapter 62)

BARKS anyways i was suddenly hit with a pang of "extremely normal about harry du bois" and thinking about the idea of harry being a former dungeon lord in this au

i'll copy-paste a bit of the rambling i did in tags (and clean them up) to catch you all up to speed

- ok so maybe harry + kim won't go dungeoneering on their own but maybe they were sent to investigate dangerous dungeons and sent to make sure those aren't threats anymore (kind of like the canaries) - maybe harry had become a dungeon master at some point and the part of him that was eaten was his memories. - GODD dungeon master harry is kind of giving me grief though. can you imagine what he would count as his perfect life. can you imagine when the illusion starts to fall apart and he's accepted that he will be consumed? but he doesn't get to die. that's his curse.

i have like several ideas on what things would be fun to explore in the au and one of those ideas is harry and kim being assigned to maintain the safety of a dungeon which just so happens to be: the dungeon that harry used to control.

(note: i do not remember that well what happens to a dungeon after the dungeon lord has been dethroned. iirc it does still stay there so OOF. imagine traversing to a dungeon and seeing things that should be familiar to you but you just cannot remember anything. it hurts when you look at it, but what did it mean to you?)

i just think that harry after being left, now an even more broken man than he ever was, being granted this false escape from his situation in the form of his deal with this demon. the kingdom he's built inside the dungeon, what if it was just a home. what if it was just a home, like any other home on the surface. surrounded by trees bearing apricots. what if it was a humble home for him, his wife, and their unborn children. what then huh orz

and then i thought: "hey now, didn't dolores have a line that LITERALLY had the words, "i will eat your mind"?" and then --

Dolores Dei: "... it was *a hundred million years ago*. I was someone else then -- filled to the brim with love for you. Hanging on your every word. Oh Harry, you were the *coolest*... But I am no longer that person. This..." She points to herself. "... has taken her place. It will devour you. Harry -- I will eat your mind."

COME ON. MAN. DO I EVEN HAVE TO DO ANYTHING HERE ORZ

thinking about. the demon manifesting as this monstrous amalgamation. if i think of a better animal than lamb that symbolizes what dolores dei represents then i'll change it but MAN.

anyways. thinking about this comic ryoko kui wrote and thinking about the dungeon as a metaphor for addiction. thinking about a demon that devours and feasts on a person's desires until there is nothing left of that person and thinking about the pale that slowly grows and expands and turns everything into nothing at all. MY BRAIN ISN'T WORKING ANYMORE SO I'M SORRY IF I CAN'T EXPRESS MY THOUGHTS MORE COHERENTLY. HELLO CAN ANYONE HEAR ME DFGDHJK

also, i think dora is an elf from a wealthy family in the au. just another layer of arghhhhgghgh to add above everything else. another reason why her family doesn't like harry is because he's from a short-lived race.

#den off the shits DFGHDJ #if u dont care abt spoilers or have no interest at all in this. i also drew a very neat drawing of a demon if u want under read more pfttt #disco meshi au #sunnysidedisco #sunnysiderambles #cw gore #tw gore #starry don't look

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heart-sized · 10 months

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having a moment — r. lupin

★⺌◞. remus lupin x f!reader

plot : soft high school moment with your crush, remus lupin

cw : fluff content, non—hogwarts au, reader wears glasses

a/n : besties, this is inspired by real life events that happened to me omgjdheh

masterlist // moony masterlist

your stomach literally growled as the smell of homemade pasta filled your nose. oh, how you wanted to devour it. but one look at the wall clock and you knew that you had to hurry up. or else you would be late for school.

brushing your twin braids with your fingers and taking your school bag, you galloped towards the school. it had been much easier when you used to take the school bus. but money was tight and it's not like walking to school would do you any harm. yeah, right, except severe leg cramps.

the school wasn't much far and soon you found yourself stepping inside your first class. biology with miss felicity who was the complete antonym of her name. she was anything but lovable. your eyes found remus lupin sitting on the last desk and as usual, your heart skipped a beat. you felt something warm and fuzzy in your stomach.

your desk was just two desks ahead of him and somehow you loved this, knowing that it was the only proximity you could get.

you didn't know how it happened. you had known him since grade fifth and hadn't thought much of him. until sophomore year.

“y/n─” your best friend startled you. “─you are late!”

forcing your eyes back to your best friend, you gave her a guilty smile and slid down next to her. “i'm so sorry, lily. i got up late and could not even eat breakfast today!”

“aw, you poor baby,” lily caressed your hand gently. “by the way, do yo─”

“─why didn't you eat anything?” she was cut off by remus who was staring intently at you two, or more like, you.

in moments like these, you wished that your vocal cords wouldn't betray you, but alas. you loved how his words disturbed the rhythm of your pulse though.

“um, i got up late,” your words were fast and full of shyness and your eyes were not meeting his. something that you hated. maybe that's why remus avoided talking to you. who would ever want to talk to someone as pathetic to you?

you flung your eyes back to him and noted that he was still looking at you. his lips bent into a crooked smile as he pointed towards your best friend. “learn something from lily evans. she never forgets to eat at any cost.”

he was such a person. always playful and nice. something that popular boys weren't supposed to be. at least, not wattpad boys.

lily scowled. “please. i don't eat all the time! and stop cutting me off.”

a deep laughter vibrated from his chest and you sucked a breath. you almost felt jealous of your best friend. why, lily was the one making him laugh. when it should have been you. if you hadn't noticed so closely, you would have thought that he liked her. but that's not the case. their banter was playful, like that of siblings.

“where did you zone out?” you best friend asked as you turned back to your original positions. “that was a huge space out, by the way.”

“nothing much,” the lies rolled off easily. “just wondering about stuff.”

“stuff, hum?” lily had a roguish grin on her face. “sometimes i ponder if this ‘stuff’ is actually a guy.”

your heartbeat skyrocketed and your eyes widened visibly as you stared back at your best friend who was grinning ear to ear. what could you even tell her?

“of course not,” you waved your hand in dismissal, too guilty to stare at her. “lemme study now, okay?”

“okay ...” your best friend drawled in. “but i know what's up.”

“shut up!”

you were never the one to fond over physical labour. you'd rather sleep your day out rather than to engage in hiking or walking or whatever sort of stuff people used to do. walking back to home was not your forte. hell, your school bag felt too heavy and the distance much longer.

your only comfort was that remus would be near too. you two shared the same route till half the distance and usually, you'd walk slowly so you could gaze at him freely from behind.

but not today. there was no sight of him anywhere ahead of you and your mood was bitter, much like the nutritious drink in your hand.

today's so pathetic. you thought until you heard a voice calling out your name. well, it didn't turn pathetic at all.

“y/n─” you saw remus running towards you, his school bag on his back and his hair glistening with sweat. “─are you deaf or what?”

okay, you didn't expect him to say that.

“why?” you set your chin up high, meeting his gaze.

“because you're,” he ran his fingers over his hair. “i've been hollering your name like crazy for the past five minutes and you were walking along unaffected. now i'm confused whether you're actually deaf or i'm being ignored.”

the irony. you could never ever even think of ignoring him.

“i wasn't ignoring you,” you fixed your glasses up. “i was just lost in thought.”

“lost in thought and careless,” he commented as he fixed the strap of your school bag up which was lying low on your arm. you felt your arm burn at the touch of his fingers. “i wonder what goes inside your brain.”

how ironic it'd be if you answered it truly.

“i beg your pardon but not all of us have a genius mind like you.”

remus really had a photogenic memory, even though he claimed that he never studied.

“is that jealousy, i presume?” amusement laced his voice as he started walking along you. you mentally squirmed.

“of course not,” you mustered truthfully. “i don't get jealous over grades.”

“i know,” there was a faint trace of a smile on his face. “you don't care about my grades or the number of hours i study or what textbooks i use.”

“why would i?” you furrowed your eyebrows and then realised how rude you sounded. “i mean, why would i bother in someone's personal business? i'd much rather ask about you.”

crap. did you really blurt that out?

“would you now?”

“i didn't mean it in that way,” you punched your forehead lightly and he grinned at you.

“you silly girl,” he laughed and held your hands on his. “let us walk together”

walking together? was it a date? did remus like you or was it more of a 'i-pity-you-silly-girl' walk.

whatever. you were content with walking together.

“will you come to school tomorrow?” he slowly asked and your lips parted a bit. will it matter to you if i come or not? you almost blurted it out but stopped yourself on time.

“um, yeah, i don't like missing school.” because it's the only time i can see you.

" so do i. "

you looked up at his eyes and he looked back at yours. was this what they called 'having a moment' in wattpad? because if it was, then you very much loved having a moment with remus lupin.

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v1ctor14aaa · 1 year

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~ enhypen when someone asks for your number ~

MASTERLIST: Enypen Reacts Series

warning: slight cursing

genre: fluff

pairings: enhypen x reader

a/n: so i tried this kind of idk writing?? i think this is what y'all like more. hmu if u have reqs and also pls support my friend @gh0stythelurker !! appreciate it sm. anyway, blessing you with their pictures this time🤭. if u want to be added in my tag list just go do it in my inbox~~

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lee heeseung (이희승)

once someone asks for your number he would immediately sneak his hands around your waist and kiss you.

you would be startled, of course because it was all sudden.

then he would stare to that guy like he's about to devour him up, making sure he scare the shit off the guy.

later on, once the guy leaves, he would realize how he was acting like a fool there and would laugh it off. he didn't regret doing that though, he wants for everyone to know that you're his.

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park jeongseong (제이)

he wouldn't even realize if a guy ask for your number; imagine a scenario wherein the two of you are talking to each other while walking (it's mostly him, who's talking)

and when he finally notice that he has been walking non-stop, talking to himself. he would go back to you, of course. he would act awkwardly and even greet the guy.

now, we're in the stage where he finally realizes the guy was asking for your number. he would just be straightforward and say you're taken. he would grab you and still greet the guy but awkwardly.

it doesn't end there, he would look at you and ask if you gave him your number. then, it's cuddle session<33

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sim jaehyun (제이크)

he would be the one talking to the guy. once someone approaches you, he would switch with you and talk to the guy.

he would hold your hand though.

him talking to the guy is his way, he would annoy the shit off of the guy but nicely.

he wouldn't even let the guy talk because he would be the one talking and talking until the guy just say "oh bye, i gotta go." then the both of you would laugh about it.

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park sunghoon (박성훈)

as you may all know, sunghoon is the type to be mean directly lol.

the thing is he's actually shy to talk but he won't let anyone steal you.

so, when a guy asks you about your number he would immediately say "man, fuck off. you can see she's taken."

would literally cuss everyone who asks for your number or actually before a guy approaches you he would kiss or hug you for them to know. (actually, he just wants them to be jealous).

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kim sunoo (김선우)

i see him as the type to roast the guy or he won't even do anything but he would give them looks (YOU KNOW WHAT LOOKS IM TALKING ABOUT).

but if he doesn't want you and his moment gets interfered. before a guy could even approach you, he would drag you away and run.

you would just get startled but as you see the guy behind the both of you, you would realize the situation.

if the guy still follows the two of you, somehow same like sunghoon, he would cuss the life off of them.

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yang jungwon (양정원)

because of him, no one would even bother approach you especially if you're with jungwon.

i don't know what he eats but he would throw hands to them.

i mean, they can see and knows that you're taken so why bother. he's so pissed when those guys even try to make a move with you.

all in all, you're safe when you're with him and even though he's like that he has a really soft spot for you.

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nishimura riki, ni-ki (니키)

HE'S LIKE HEESEUNG. he would stare at them people like he's going to beat them or something.

however, he would just usually put his arm on your shoulder and take your attention away.

he's going to make sure that you don't even notice the guy, literally would take you away that area.

dude, once he sees that the guy is gone. he would hug you tightly like he won something and will keep saying "i love you." or "im so lucky, aren't i?". he wouldn't bother to tell what happened even if you ask.

please do not copy/translate and post this as your own.

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creedslove · 9 months

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GIRL, A HEADCANON OR ONESHOT of marcus getting home and seeing reader in a tight outfit just saying all the things she has done in the house, him telling her how good of a housewife she is and then getting things escalating, LITERALLY GETTING THE KINK WE ALL DESERVE😭

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie I am 😭

• okay so hear me out: Marcus Pike has a major housewife kink

• to be fair he didn't even think that was a thing but once he got married he found that yes, having a wife is the kinkiest shit to him

• he is a man who had been married before, and that was just 'okay whatever i guess' because well they were young, Marcus liked her but didn't love love her, you know what I mean?

• so he thought it was the natural course of things: go to college, get a job, get married, have kids and that's stuff until a divorce came unexpectedly

• and then he had a situation with a woman who should be forgotten because she was worse than the devil and broke his heart again

• so when you two started dating, marriage was really out of the picture for Marcus, he didn't want to risk having to lose you again, because Marcus was used to not having anything good

• but one day he woke up - with you in his arms - he saw he was too deep in love with you, and for once it wasn't one-sided, you loved him just as much as he loved you and he knew he had to make it happen

• he wasn't a fan of proposing for the third time, but he was going to do it because he had hopes it would be successful

• and it was: you said yes, in a few months you got married and you seemed to have a non-ending honeymoon together

• and when he got home every single day to you, looking pretty, your shiny golden band on your finger, big smile and so willing to please him, it was enough to have his cock bursting out his pants

• the way you smiled at him, welcoming him at the door with a peck on the lips and looking just so happy to see him, it was heaven to him

• he wouldn't be able to even hold back, he would grab you and start devouring you by your neck, kissing your skins in your lips

• and then he would place you on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide so he can eat his sweet little wife out until she's whimpering and calling him

• and after you came for him, he would bend you over the same counter and he would pound into you from behind, one huge hand one his on your waist and another one gripping your hair and making sure you are taking every single inch of his cock

• when you two are satisfied, he holds you tight against his body, he's just so happy you two have found each other 💗

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x y/n #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike headcanons #marcus pike headcanon

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gabelesimp · 1 month

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Hmm...Maybe a little exception!

Record of Ragnarok!!

Trying Filipino delicacies and snacks for the first time! (They didn't enjoy Balut😭)

Greek Pantheon!

Zeus: He actually enjoyed most of the food, he favored the chicharon.

Ares: He literally cried when he was told that Balut was a duck embryo-

Aphrodite: She loved the Leche flan, also enjoyed some turon!

Hermes: He liked it all, he didn't mind the Balut, and actually loved it tbh-

Heracles: He was brave to try Balut, but he lost his appetite- (He likes Mais(Corn) con yelo)

Poseidon: He only likes the simple ones, nearly killed someone because they gave him Balut-

Hades: Didn't mind the simplicity, since it was great, He liked the Ube flavored foods, and some Halo-Halo (make it look fancy, he'll eat it.)

Adamas: I could just picture him screaming when he saw the Balut

Norse Pantheon!

Odin: He thought of it as a waste of time, but he actually enjoyed Sampalok.

Thor: He's not touching chicken or eggs ever again when he was told that Balut was a duck embryo😭

Loki: Was disgusted with the Balut, and decided to prank Thor with it

Brunhilde: She would totally devour Leche flan.

Goll: Cried when she heard about the Balut (Worse, when she saw the fried chicks) she loved the Pastillas and Saba con yelo

(I can't do all of the Valkyries😭)

Hindu Pantheon!

Shiva: He would love them all, except Balut-

Rudra: He liked the simple Taho.

Vishnu: Enjoyed all of it, wouldn't mind to try it again.

Brahma: He stayed away from the Balut-

Shiva's wives: I'll be honest, they would totally enjoy the Balut, only eating it once, but crave it was midnight or somethin-

Bible!

Beelzebub: He would eat the Balut over and over again.

Buddhism:

Buddha: Ate everything except the Balut- (He's a sucker with Kwek-kwek)

(I'll do the humans soon!)

#record of ragnarok #snv #lotusspeaks!

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charliedawn · 2 years

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Hiii could you do a slashers helping the reader escape from the other mother! I hope you have a good day

Of course. So, you are the slashers' adoptive daughter and the Beldam decided you would be the perfect prey..Unbeknownst to her, she would soon meet your parents. Enjoy.

Five *enters in the Other Side and finds the Beldam to bargain* : "I hate witches. But, I'll make a deal with you. You let go of Y/N, and you'll get me. Now, come on. I'm all yours, you big ugly crawlie.."

Five would pretend to be surrendering and exchange places with you—only to jump into time and space to escape.

Five would firstly try to get rid of the Other Mother by himself, but would give up if he sees she is too strong.

He would then warn the slashers and they would all get on the Other Side to destroy the Beldam and make sure she won't hurt you—or anyone else—ever again..

Five : "No one hurts Y/N. No one."

The Beast *roars* : "OURS !"

The Beast wouldn't waste any time before attacking the Beldam and make sure she knows her place.

He wouldn't wait to find a plan or discuss with the Horde, as the Beast is ruthless and the moment you are in danger, he would act.

It's not like the Horde wouldn't approve though.

They all vouched for him to take control when they knew you were in danger.

Other Mother : "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME !"

The Beast *keeps punching the Beldam mercilessly* : "THEY'RE OURS !"

It would be more of a power and ownership kind of thing to the Beast, but it would reunite you with the other personalities.

Patricia *hugs you tightly* : "Oh thank goodness ! You are alright.."

Dennis *frowns disapprovingly at you* : "Never leave again without telling us."

Barry *cries in relief and embraces you* : "NEVER DO THAT TO US AGAIN, GOT IT ?!"

Jason and Freddy would team up. They may not like each other, but they both know they fight better together.

They usually don't get along, but would make an exception to take down whoever or whatever hurt you.

Freddy would taunt her and make sure she reveals your location. He would then let Jason occupy the Other Mother before going to get you.

Once he is sure you are alright and out of danger, he would return and help Jason.

Freddy would then proceed to find out what her weaknesses are and tell Jason.

Let's say..The Other Mother wouldn't last long.

Freddy : "Behind you."

Jason *decapitates her*

Freddy *chuckles* : "...To be fair, I did warn you."

Norman : "...So, you think you are a better mother than me ?"

Norman would find offense in the fact that the Beldam would kidnap you and claim to make all your wishes come true.

Norman fought tooth and nail to get custody and make your life the best he could offer you.

He would find great insult in the fact that the Beldam would try to replace him and it would end in Norman throwing himself at the Beldam to tear her head off.

Norman *yells hysterically* : "YOU NEVER TOUCH MY KID AGAIN, DO YOU HEAR ME ?! THEY'RE MINE ! I'M THEIR PERFECT PARENT ! NOT YOU !"

When Brahms found you missing, he immediately panicked and searched everywhere for you.

When he saw the little door going to the Other Side, he didn't think twice before crawling there to retrieve you.

When he noticed the Beldam who was about to devour you, he was so angry and didn't hesitate before jumping on her ripping her eyes out.

Brahms is stealthy and knows how to remain quiet and move fast.

He then made sure to stay very still for a moment before grabbing you, quickly making your way back to your true home.

Brahms *shakes you back and forth* : "DO. NOT. SCARE. BRAHMS. AGAIN !"

The Beldam may be powerful, but she wouldn't stand a chance against Penny and Pennywise.

They are literal aliens and their powers combined would make anyone tremble in fear.

If anything, she would feel their power and not pick you as a target—if only to stay out of their radar.

She would feel a lot less confident about her choice and either give you back or attempt to eat you and leave before your family comes to get you..But, I wouldn't count on it.

Penny *giggles* : "You will pay with your life for this mistake.."

Pennywise : "Your death will be long and painful if you do not give them back. We won't show you any mercy and tear you limb from limb..Now, give us back our child."

Beldam ? What Beldam ?

Myers found a spider in the house and decided to set it on fire.

He didn't find any evil witch..even though the spider did seem rather huge.

...

Oh.

Beetlejuice : "So...You're the very ugly thing that's been threatening my kid ?"

Beldam *seethes at him and holds you closer to her* : "MINE !"

Beetlejuice *snickers and throws his cigarette to the floor* : "Dream on, ugly."

Beetlejuice is a poltergeist. He would tire the Beldam out, even summon demons from the Underworld to get you back.

Or, even worse..He would start haunting the Beldam's house until she gives in.

Beldam *screams when she finds the whole house in complete disarray for the third time in an hour* : "GET OUT !"

Beetlejuice *laughs* : "Ain't happening. Now, tell me where my kid is, or I start plucking out your garden plants.."

The Other Mother would have no choice but to comply.

J : "KABOOM !"

J would go all out and would bring every single weapon known to Man to save you.

He would throw everything he has at her until she would tell him where you are and he would have you safe.

He would then make sure you are alright before asking you to wait for him on the other side.

J would then throw a bomb inside the tunnel before leaving—for good measure.

J *sighs* : "There are things and people out there that want to hurt you, Y/N. Life isn't pretty. But, it's life. And it's the only life you got me to protect you. So, next time you wanna get a 'better life' and sell your soul to a spider witch, remember that.."

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flashyzz · 8 days

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Take my mind out

"Does it hurt..?"

She said as she stabbed it in the stomach, the blood poured out like an active waterfall. This was it, this was what she wanted right? All these years of fucking suffering she experienced should make her joyful that 'its' already dead? RIGHT. RiFTh. rIGth...?

Back then—

It treated you like you were a treasure. It made you feel the emotion you lacked, it was like a combination of fear and love. But of course it's just a monster, it never had feelings from the start. Everything was fake, a delusional paradise created by your mind.

"Ba-... Baby..." What? You said to it. This was the first encounter you had with this 'thing' you called a monster or so, you were emotionally broken during this period and didn't know how to react to these words it spouted.

Did it love you? Treat you more than just a toy, a good for nothing 'thing'? That's when the realization hit you, you were both similar, how? This is because both of you are just monsters to society. Monsters, huh.

You wonder what made you a monster, you were perfectly fine, beauty, intelligence and emotions you were the epitome of humanity yet you were labeled and beat to become the monster they say you are. But what made that thing a monster then?

Was it because of its appearance or behavior, maybe it's because she just isn't accepted, like you.

As you find the many reasons why society doesn't accept this monster, you notice from the corner of your eye that the 'thing' was gone. What the fuck!? Where did it go? Will it kill you, hunt you down as its prey or just murder for fun? You were infatuated on how it would behave, normally a person would fear this and try to escape and run away. But you, you were like a psychopath. Hm, maybe you finally lived up to your nickname 'mad scientist'.

The thing came back to you, mouth excessively salivating and blood dripping from the head. What was it really? And why does it behave like that. Those questions flooded your mind in a rush to discover and experiment on this thing. You laughed manically, what a monster you truly were.

Back to the thing you were looking directly at, it was still salivating and it looked at you like you were a big, juicy turkey just waiting to be devoured. "Wow.."

You said in an impressed manner, it was majestic. Like the king of beasts, the absolute best. You stared at each other for about ten seconds both of you trying to process what was actually happening. You stared at it like a Madman while it stared at you like it was the biggest predator around. "Ha— do I look like food to you? Stupid beast." You exclaimed.

It growled lowly as it circled you cautiously, you smiled, but it was not a normal smile, it was predatory, just like a maniac or madman would. "What would it take for you to eat me..?"

What the hell? Why were you asking this thing a question like that? You didn't want to die, you loved yourself, right? Oh, how wrong you truly were. It was like a fool was creating her own world just for her to fit in. And for sucks sake why would you even think about that question? Gosh, nevermind, you thought, let's go back to the monster your literally staring at right now.

Before you even knew it the monster was already closer to you, its breath was just horrible! Ick, what does this thing eat anyways? But you could feel it, the tension in the air seemed to grow stronger than two buff guys playing tug of war. Shit, its breath was hot and uneven plus you couldn't stand its smell! It almost made you puke!

Back to your conscious self—

Urgh, you tried to back your head away from its open salivating mouth, but it just responded by moving closer to you. What a pain in the ass, you didn't even know what this thing was and still it acted like it was attracted to you! This made you slightly irritated with it. As you fully backed yourself up from it, it stayed still like it saw something behind you. What does it see? More and more questions and wonders washed your mind. Gosh, this thing made you wonder the most random things! Why were you even thinking this!?

Everything was a mess in your mind, like it was scattered all over the floor. But one thing stood out from the trashy questions in your puzzled brain. Was this a nightmare.? It all made sense, the things you were seeing, you really went nuts huh!? "HAHAHAHAHA." You laughed like a psycho!

You were right.

The following day you went to visit the doctor as he refused to prescribe you medicine for the sleepless nights and un-waving nightmares you got from the pain in your head.

"I'm nuts, baby I'm mad! The craziest patient you've ever had!" You're crazy! My doctor responds. Why don't I just shut off my brain? What a let down you say to yourself as you stare at the corpse on the ground. It was fresh, who did this!? What the actual hell!? You started to cry. Who would do something so cruel to a person? Did you almost end up dying? Until you saw your own hands, bloodied.

Your face contorted into a manic smile, why were you smiling? Did you murder him? Suddenly you also began to laugh…

"Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor please listen, my brain is in scatters, you can be Alice I'll be the Mad hatter." You whisper to the cold body beneath you.

Psychotic was what you were, as your mind created a personal world for you to blend in with the world you, while you were stuck in a white room in real life. It's so soft, you muttered softly. Everything was so soft and so bright, was this heaven? Did you die? You zone out in thoughts when a person suddenly enters the room. A god? No it was a doctor yet your twisted mind failed to notice that.

As the ‘god’ touches you, you scream. “DON'T TOUCH ME!”

”DON'T TOUCH ME!”

They pinned you down. They!? Since when did many more ‘gods’ join!? It was terrifying. They pounced on you like lions! Wait, lions? Weren't you just thinking about god's just a minute ago? Your mind really was in scatters. No, you were playing tag with them, that was it right? Yeah, yeah. They're your friends!

You started chasing them, playing tag was fun! They would scream playfully every single time you tagged them! How entertaining! “Tag your it!” You said whenever they got out. But the problem was why did the players get eliminated so easily….

…All you did remember was grabbing something.

I got inspired by Melanie Martinez!! 😋

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