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Reassurance -Sky x Reader -Part 1-Who am I to disagree?
Sky reached around for his glasses, being tossed to the ground so carelessly caused him to lose some vision in his deep brown eyes. Finally grasping the black plastic, his slowly slipped them onto his face, rising to his feet. His best friends were scattered like lost marbles all over the cold stone surface of the ground, wounds seemed to be the magnets of the group… Blood spots were scattered all over, some tentacle spots were in some places as well. The disgusting creatures come to mind and attack at times, causing some things he planned to be ruined, but they’ve never done this. Destroying his friends, giving him massive wounds. He couldn’t stand to see his friends so wounded like this. He gritted his teeth, revenge on his mind, but now’s not the time for this. He pointed them all out, one by one, but one was missing.
Where was he? He fought like the rest of them. Where could have disappeared…?
Did they… kill h
Sorority Weight Gain 5Warning: this story contains weight gain and stuffing themes. If you don't like, don't read. Simple.
Hannah had grown to dislike Leah. It seemed like no matter how much weight Leah put on, she never got any less beautiful. If anything, she was more so. The extra 60 pounds or so she had gained went to all the right places, creating voluptuous curves. Her ample bosom and full hips that swayed as she walked, paired with a shapely bum and sex bomb thighs, created a truly delicious sight. Yes, she had a fair sized stomach to go with them, but it didn’t look as disgusting as Hannah had hoped, her waist was still relatively narrow. She’d noticed that there weren’t any shortage of men lusting after Leah, and Hannah was jealous. No-one ever looked at her that way, despite the fact she kept herself reasonably in shape, and she was sick of it. If she couldn’t beat Leah in other ways, she was going to beat her at eating. The only question left was how.
In order to have any
Charmed Part 1Charmed
“So,” asked Lindsay uneasily, “Is this the graduation present you were talking about?”
“No, this is a bottle of wine.” Tara sat down two plastic cups on an end-table, filling them both to the top. She handed one to Lindsay, and took the other herself. “And before you get all goody two-shoes on me, we just survived high school, which means we deserve a little alcohol. Now let’s enjoy ourselves for a change. The hell that was West Berkeley High is over!” With that, Tara took a long swig of wine.
“I guess.” Lindsay sipped from her glass. It felt bitter on her tongue, but she forced herself to take another drink.
“So,” asked Lindsay, “are you going to show me this graduation present?” Lindsay had no idea what to expect. A graduation present? From Tara? She wasn’t usually the type to give gifts. “You better not have spent too much, Lindsay. I didn’t
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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