#Allen the alien x reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hiiii hi could i request some headcanons for Nolan and/or Allen with a small but strong s/o? Like not nearly on their level but still strong enough to pick them up if that make sense,, oh also ftm chubby reader plsssss

Nolan Grayson and Allen the Alien x strong chubby ftm reader

Headcanons

I started cheering when they buffed Allen up, because, why wouldn’t I, look at him. This is set somewhere in season 2, but before they’re locked up.

Nolan Grayson

Viltrum seems like a very cut and rough people, so things like being trans doesn’t seem like something they would have. So, when you guys started dating, there were a lot of things you would need to teach him.

It would take a while, but he would also never actually misgender you, Nolan just wouldn’t really get the concept of gender in the way it is on earth. He also wouldn’t really get why you might want to bind or get surgeries, but as long as it makes you happy, then whose he to judge.

Nolan gets really angry if somebody misgenders you maliciously. Honestly, knowing Nolan, he probably got mad even if someone did it on accident, so you would have to reel him back in before anything bad happened.

He also wouldn’t mind you being chubby. Since everyone on Viltrum are all muscular and built, being chubby would be something only seen in other species. It’s probably something viltrumites would find attractive, without ever being verbal about it, since it’s something they could never achieve themselves.

It isn’t hard to be smaller than Nolan, since he’s so tall and built. It’s also not really something Nolan cares much about, since your height doesn’t play into how he feels about you. But that’s how he feels most of your physical appearance after he gets to know you.

He would be pleasantly surprised that you could pick him up, but it wouldn’t knock him off his feet since being strong is so normal for him. He would try to see your limits though, there’s no way around that.

Allen the Alien

Unlike Nolan, Allen would know a lot about the different genders and sexualities across the galaxy, since that was probably part of his training. Sure, you might have to explain the specifics of earth, but that’s just earth in general when it comes to Allen.

Your gender or how you present yourself wouldn’t matter one bit to Allen, since he sees so many different people across the galaxy all the time. This is also because he doesn’t conform to earths standards, so you can be exactly yourself around him and Allen would never question or doubt you.

He wouldn’t cause a fight if somebody misgendered you, at least in the beginning. If they did it maliciously, then he might straighten up and give a good ol “not cool man”, but if the person starts to get physical, then Allen would shut it down.

Like your gender and how you present yourself wouldn’t matter, your weight wouldn’t matter to Allen either. As long as you are happy, he doesn’t care. Plus, you being chubby also makes you softer to cuddle, which would be a win for him.

Like Nolan, it wouldn’t be hard to be smaller than Allen, especially after he gets buffed up later on. You are far from the only person who he has to look down at, so it wouldn’t bother Allen. He would go out of his way to tease you though, just because he can.

Allen would be excited that you could carry him with ease, which just ends up with you having to carry him all the time after he figures it out. There isn’t really a reason for this, it just makes him feel loved when you do so. He would also use the knowledge that you are strong to convince you to train. Not to fight, maybe a little, but mainly to protect yourself.

[thequeenofcupps]

HIIII POOKIESSS

✯My name is Marli! But I prefer Mars!

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[prismuffin]

Heya, wanted to do an ask, as well as your inbox still says you're taking requests. Didn't know if you wanted to change that.

How do you think the justice league boys, (Superman, Batman, Green lantern ( Hal Jordan), the flash, etc.) and John Constantine would react to an alien Reader?

Better explanation: So the reader has patterns or something that changes based on their mood, so how do you think they would react if they were talking to the Reader and Reader's colours changed to love?

Reminds me of Koro Sensei so I'm gonna use his color palette to dignify the readers colors! Also thanks for letting me know abt my inbox LMFAO- Anyways I think

Batman was just ranting to you about his recent expedition with Hal, enjoying how your face would change colors based on your reactions to certain parts of the story. A deep blue with white outlines when you were shocked, green when you were happy and lilac when relieved. It was a simple and straightforward way of knowing how you felt and he liked about you. He had all your colors and their meanings memorized not only in his mind but in his database too. So it was quite the shock when you'd started to turn a light pink, the areas of your cheeks being a bit darker. You looked lovesick with a lopsided smile on your face and he stopped talking as it all really hit him. At the sudden silence your face went gray and neutral signifying your confusion. He chuckled and decided not to tell you the real reason why he stopped. But now that he's aware of your little crush he may act on his own.

Superman would also probably have most of your colors memorized though he still doesn't know what all of them mean. So when you turn a light shade of pink while you both were talking he was confused because it wasn't a color he could relate to anything. When he asked your pink color turned into a salmon color as you got embarrassed, that one he knew. He had to ask Batman what you turning pink meant in the end because he wanted to know just in case it happens again. When he figures out the emotion behind it he's very flattered and likes to see how easily he can make you turn pink.

Hal would be similar to Superman in the sense that he would only know what some of your colors meant. He's never asked he's just picked up on a few from just being around you. He likes to have knowledge on things though, so whenever a color comes up that he doesn't know he wouldn't mind asking you about it. You usually have no problem explaining to him what you're feeling but right now when he caught you turning bright pink when talking to him you seemed to shut down. Your pink turned salmon which luckily he knew so he asked why you were embarrassed which only deepened your color. He wasn't able to get an explanation out of you that day but after observing your behavior (and color) around him while comparing it to others he was able to easily catch on.

Barry would make an effort to know all of your colors. He struggles! But he's trying and that's the important thing. When having a conversation with you he usually tries to take it slow so that he can fully develop an understanding of what all your colors mean, he's honestly very fascinated. He tries to make guesses on what the colors he doesn't know mean based on context clues. So when you suddenly turn pink his brain is immediately in analyzing mode! It takes a couple of interactions with you for him to figure out exactly what it means, it's only a hunch but it's enough to give him the confidence to ask you out!

John has a mental library of what all your colors mean. Even colors you think he doesn't know he knows ok? So when you turn pink and he doesn't immediately know what it means he starts using the process of elimination to figure it out. After maybe two interaction with you turning pink around him and he's clocked the emotion behind it. Similarly to Superman he likes to tease you and see just how pink he can make you. His goal is to make you turn hot pink, he thinks it's cute.

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[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Smile❤️ (Yandere X Loser!Reader)

Micky thought that he couldn't feel love.

Ever since he could remember, Micky couldn't connect with anyone on an emotional level. Even his own family members were like aliens to him, creatures that stretched their lips into strange contortions, ETs that became unreasonable when he wouldn't do the same. As a teenager many girls flirted with him in school, hell, a few guys did as well, but none of their confessions ever stirred any emotion from him, even at the height of his puberty. The smiles of the people around him never felt warm or welcoming. Just, tight. Cheeks pulled back, revealing teeth, expecting him to mirror their action, and Micky couldn't understand why.

Nothing made him smile.

College was further isolating. Group projects seemed to no longer be a thing, (at least in the classes he took) so his interactions with humans slowly became less frequent, making his classmates look more inhuman and monstrous.

Until someone in his college was doxxed for being a creep. It was interesting, watching how quickly people turned on their friend, forcing him into an outcast because someone online revealed his private post history.

An annoying young woman in his language arts class gathered people around Micky's seat to talk about what had happened. Micky wouldn't have searched up the drama on his own time, but he didn't see the point in pushing everyone away.

"This user on Xforums, anonymousXnightmare is the one who doxxed Nathan."

AnonymousXnightmare? How fucking lame.

"That's a lame username..."

"Maybe it's a kid..?"

Micky did his best to ignore them, but the username kept popping up in conversation throughout campus. It was getting a little annoying. Some people were mocking the name, while others were praising the "internet hero". It started interfering with his ability to focus in his classes.

But the gossip cooled down after a week, and life began to run as normal, until another student had their life ruined. A football player, they didn't post anything incriminating or disturbing. It was anonymousXnightmare who posted their own collected evidence. Pictures taken from afar of the player with his highschool sweetheart, as in sweetheart who was still in highschool. Recordings of the two of them. Months of stalking all compiled by the stranger.

Again, Micky was bombarded by chatter, excitable young adults losing their minds over the situation. It was... irritating.

Back in his dorm room, Micky was scrolling through Xforums, the most popular forum used by students in his university, made by students for students, searching for the loser with the lame username. Scrolling past the photos he had heard about, he found a post stating

"Dear Allen Brackens, if you cannot stop blasting your shitty music in the halls on your shitty speakers, I WILL ruin your life!"

and Micky had to lean back, to just take in what he had read. That must have been the name of the football player. What he was doing was genuinely gross, and should have been exposed by someone. But did this poster really stalk them for what looked like months just because he listened to music they didn't like?

It was so dumb.

He scrolled down farther into the mystery poster's history, to the first man they doxxed.

"Dear Nathan McAllister, we all know you're a two faced little bitch. Either stop littering the campus with your Jesus pamphlets, or else..."

Micky, for the first time in his life, was amused. The whole situation was so stupid. They really ruined their fellow students lives, just because they annoyed them?

He made an account just to follow his mystery poster, not sure yet why he was interested to see what they would post next.

Less than two days later, and Micky's phone notified him of another post.

"Dear Samantha Rudbeckia, your obnoxious laughter is driving me insane. Can't you see how annoying you are? Knock it off."

That was it?! That was enough to set you off? Laughter? Micky paused mid step, still staring down at his phone. Something felt off about his face. It hurt.

It was pretty easy to find anonymousXnightmare in his school. Micky picked up a map of the university, and mapped out the paths of the three people targeted. They ran into a lot of different students throughout their day. But they only ran into a couple of people who openly seemed to hate them, and only one of those people was a student named (Reader). (Reader), who constantly appeared as though they would collapse at any moment, the hollows under their eyes so dark they looked sickly. (Reader), who despite being borderline anemic, was very sneaky, and very good and being unnoticeable despite their extreme appearance. Unfortunately for them, they had someone watching them as closely as they watched their victims bullies. Micky watched as they stealthily snapped photos of students from around corners, how they seemed to blend into the background and nobody noticed them hiding in waiting.

Micky felt ashamed for ever thinking you were lame. You were.. cute.

The way you crouched like a bug, hunched over like a roly poly scared of being picked up. The way you bit your dry lips in anger to the point they bled.

Micky's face hurt more and more. Every time he saw (Reader) a pain he had never felt before would strain at his cheeks, and his face would feel hot all over. It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of himself in his reflection in a window that Micky realized he was smiling. He never knew that smiling hurt. But he couldn't stop it.

Pictures and videos of Samantha and her married professor were posted online, and Micky was excited to know what (Reader's) face would look like when they reaped the fruits of their labor. But when he snuck into their classroom, zooming in on their exhausted face with his phone's camera, he felt a new emotion seeing that (Reader) was just as annoyed as they always were. A hard pit fell from his ribs into his lower stomach. He was disappointed.

Why aren't you happy? You won. You should be rejoicing right now.

He felt conflicted and confused. Like an octopus was throwing a tantrum in his abdomen, squirming uncomfortably. And it ruined his day. Micky couldn't focus on any of his classes, and the rest of his day was like a foggy dream. What was it about (Reader) that attracted him to them so much?

A cute young woman with smooth black hair approached Micky, a dark blush complimenting her picture perfect face.

"Um, excuse me? Excuse me? Excuse me?"

Micky snapped out of his thoughts, turning his gaze down towards the beautiful person. Her rosey lips were slightly upturned in a posed way.

She's smiling.

Micky internally verbalized it. The same way he did whenever he saw anyone smiling. It never looked good. Smiling was so awkward, and strange. People loved seeing others smiling, and smiled when they were happy, but it always reminded Micky of how not one of them he was.

"Hi! My name is Maggie."

I don't care.

"We have econ together?"

"Okay."

Why was seeing her smile make her look fake, inhuman, alien? Just like everyone else. Then why was Micky so let down seeing (Reader's) lukewarm reaction to their victory?

"I was wondering, I mean, (laughs), a group of us are going out for drinks later, and we, I was wondering if you wanted to come with us.."

She giggled nervously, fiddling her fingers and biting her lip. The image of (Reader) practically eating their lower lip was triggered like a trap. This woman, whose name wasn't worth remembering, made Micky feel nothing. The uncanny feeling of speaking with a living mannequin or an advanced AI. Her movements weren't natural, her smile was just a contraction of muscles. Then, like an epiphany, Micky realized all at once what made (Reader) so special.

Maybe, it wasn't that everyone else was alien, but Micky. Micky was the only one who never fit in. The only one who didn't feel emotions or connect with others like everyone else could. And there was a bug walking around in human clothes, barely staying awake in class and casually ruining peoples' lives simply because they annoyed them. (Reader) wasn't a human either, just like Micky. That's why they didn't seem happy with their victory. Why would a human bring them joy?

Micky's lips pulled tight, smiling brightly at the young woman before walking away without saying a word.

You're the first person to make me feel, because you're just like me. Right, (Reader)? If no one but you can make me feel, then no one but me should be able to make you smile!

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(Reader) slouched over their laptop, their messy hair pulled back in a top bun just to keep their untrimmed bangs out of their eyes in the privacy of their dorm, eating another cup of noodle while reading all of their "fan mail". Samantha wasn't getting kicked out like they had hoped, but Professor what's-his-nuts did get canned, so hopefully when Samantha comes back to class she'll be too busy sobbing "woe is me" to find anything funny.

Ba-ding♪

A private message popped up from an account with an automated username.

(Reader) snorted so hard a noodle went up into their sinuses.

user01793664544001: I know who you are <3

"Ah-ow! God damn!"

anonymousXnightmare: Who the fuck is this?

user01793664544001: ur prince charming <3

anonymousXnightmare: Don't fuck with me

user01793664544001: come find me

"Watch me, bitch."

Looking up IP addresses is a lot easier than people make it seem. It doesn't take a genius hacker to doxx someone. Of course, (Reader) goes above and beyond, often following assholes for months to collect evidence of their douche baggery. (Reader) got an address in less time than it took to finish their noodles, and took down their hair, quickly setting out to start getting information on their newest "bully".

The address took them to another dorm across campus. How dumb are they? (Reader) faux chuckled, feeling superior to this newest dick. No one was quite as smart as them.

As they crept through the building, no one payed them any attention as they began taking notes on the residents. It had to be one of these losers.

They didn't have a chance to fight back, as they passed one of the rooms the door opened and pulled them inside faster than they had a chance to scream. The man who abducted (Reader) wrestled them to the floor, panting heavily.

(Reader) glared up at the handsome stranger, smiling down at them in a creepy way, his cheeks twitching like he had never smiled before, like his face hurt from the small action. His face was pink and he was sweating, panting with a feverish moisture glazing his eyes.

"Aren't you happy? You found me~"

"G-Get off of me, you pervert!" (Reader) attempted to kick the kidnapper off of them.

This wasn't the answer he was looking for. His smile fell briefly before bouncing back.

"You're just upset because you don't know me yet. Don't worry, it took me a while to realize you and I were the same species as well, so don't worry. I'll wait, I'll wait for you to realize you love me too..."

He rambled quickly, pressing harder against (Reader's) body. A strange noise squeaked out of his throat as he seemed startled, (Reader) feeling a bulge form against their upper thigh.

"Ah, I'll wait.. I'll wait for you to love me too.. but I need you to do something for me while I wait.."

Micky stuck his fingers in (Reader's) mouth, pulling their dry lips out till they bled across his skin.

"Smile for me..."

[6rookie-writer0110]

Love and The Moon

Clark Kent x Male Reader

Request - Clark Kent (Henry) x male magic reader, them just both being hopeless romantics.

You have been away for two weeks and you are finally home. You used magic to get home faster and Clark is in the living room.

“Y/n, you are back!” Clark smiled.

“I missed you” You smiled back.

Clark wrapped his arms around you and he starts to kiss you. You start to smile and he hugged you tight. For a minute or two Clark still had his arms around you.

“Just glad you are back,” Clark said.

“Me too. I'm hungry” You said.

“Get comfortable and I will cook dinner. I found this new reprice, I think you would enjoy” Clark said.

“Oh, my boyfriend the chef” You smiled.

You head to the bedroom to change clothes, while Clark starts to cook dinner. A few minutes later, you come out of the bedroom wearing pajamas. You watch him cook and he starts to talk about what he is cooking.

After dinner, you and Clark cuddle in bed. You have your head on his chest, and you two don't pay attention to the movie. You and Clark just started to talk about everything.

---

Clark was busy fighting aliens and criminals. His suit got ruined and he takes off the top piece because it got ruined.

“What happened to your suit?” You asked.

You noticed the cape has holes and so does the sleeves.

“I was fighting an alien who spits out acid. Y/n, are you staring at my chest?” Clark said.

“No, I'm listening to what you said,” You said.

Clark laughed and you were staring at his chest.

“Y/n,” Clark said.

“What? Okay, fine I was staring at your chest” You smiled.

“I knew it” Clark smiled.

“I think you should maybe, upgrade your suit?” You said.

“Maybe. You think you can help with the suit?” Clark said.

“Sure,” You said.

You used your magic to fix his suit and the cape. Now the suit looks brand new and he starts to smile. Clark wrapped his arms around you and starts to kiss you.

---

You and Clark are having breakfast and he is drinking his coffee.

“I forgot to put sugar in my coffee,” Clark said.

“You don't have to get up,” You said.

You used your magic to get the sugar and the sugar pour into his coffee. The sugar lands on the table gently and Clark used the spoon to stir his coffee.

“I like having a boyfriend who has magic” Clark smiled.

You winked at him and he starts to smile. Later, you and Clark go out and he would hold your hand. You and Clark do take selfies together, in one of the pictures he kissed your cheek and you smiled.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

Bruce is having a Christmas party at his mansion. Everyone agreed to do the Secret Santa gift exchange, and Clark got Barry Allen and you got Arthur Curry.

“You think, Arthur will like it?” You asked.

“I think he would like it,” Clark said.

You give Arthur his gift and he starts to open it, then he smiled.

“Y/n, I love it!” Arthur smiled.

He puts on the leather vest and he can't stop smiling. He gives you a strong hug and you can't move your arms.

“Thank you for the gift, Y/n!” Arthur smiled.

“Glad you like it. You can stop hugging me now, I can't feel my arms” You said.

Clark starts to laugh and Arthur did let go of you.

“Y/n, I didn't know what to get for you so I got this for you,” Selina said.

“Thanks, Selina,” You said.

She gave you a Christmas card and inside it's a gift card for a bookstore.

“I don't what you are into, besides Clark. But I figured you might like to read since you use magic... So, I thought you might like books” Selina said.

“I like the gift, again thank you and it was nice of you to do it,” You said.

She kissed your cheek and walked away. It started to snow and everyone goes outside, some people start to play in the snow. Someone started a snowball fight now everyone is throwing snow at each other. You got targeted by Jason Todd, Barry Allen, and Damian Wayne they start to throw snowballs at you.

“Too slow, Y/n” Barry laughed.

“Oh, this means war,” You said.

Damian threw a snowball at your chest. Your eyes start to change colors and your hands start to glow. You used your magic, to form snowballs now snowmen starting to get formed, and they start to throw snowballs at guys. Damian, Barry, and Jason start to fight back.

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You came home and Clark kissed you on the lips.

“I made dinner” Clark smiled.

“It does smell good,” You said.

He still has his arms around you and you start to smile at him. Then he starts to set the table and you used your magic to get the food out of the oven. Then you and Clark sit down and start to eat, he starts to ask about your day.

Later, you and Clark go to the movie theater. While waiting for the movie to start, Clark plays the claw machine and he is trying to win a prize for you. It took a while but Clark didn't get the prize, but you kissed him on the lips.

“Thanks for trying,” You said.

“I was close” Clark smiled.

[werecreature-addicted]

have you seen this fic 🗞️

i’m looking for a fic that i read a while ago and i think it was allen x reader. it’s a two parter, and in the first part, the alien comes to ‘experiment’ on/observe the reader— touching them, etc— and makes them orgasm etc, which the alien seems fascinated and surprised by. it’s at like the end of the fic where we find out that this guy does this all the time (pretends to be clueless). and part two is reader confronting the alien and the alien being like “oh you just wanted more”, smut ensues

please tell me you know what i’m talking about 😩

I don't know but perhaps someone will

[werezmastarbucks]

5. Fuck around, find out

barry allen x reader

warnings: sexy time! but at what cost

part 5 out of 8

He put the key in, opened the door. Checked the watch on his hand and came inside. The yesterday sun was still warmly shining on the carpet, and nothing, absolutely nothing hinted that tomorrow, a swarm of aliens would invade (again).

She left the room, hearing the sound, and at the moment, Barry was very happy to see her. Especially like that. He didn't remember Y/N ever wearing such a small top at home, and looking that happy to see him. But he didn't mind.

It was like coming home. Wait, he was coming home, but the feeling was like an ocean. Like he hadn't seen her for ages.

She smiled.

"What's up?"

And hugged him.

Barry stood there, with his arms outstretched in surprise, for she had never leaned in so much, putting her head to his chest, and with all her body.

"Uh... nothing".

"Sure?" she was puzzled. Her face was so close, he thought, if I was a butterfly hunter, and she was a butterfly, I could grab her and run.

Then she took his face with her hands. Then Barry realized something was slightly off, but selfishly, he let it slide. For a year and a half, he was imagining the unlikely scenario in which she suddenly understands she has loved him all her life, and falls into his hands. Normal stuff dudes dream about.

"Something happened?" she was unsure, the palms of her hands letting go of his cheeks. He clasped her hands and pressed them back against his face.

"No. It's the happiest day of life", he squealed. She smiled to him.

"Why?"

"Because you're holding my face, and we're dating?"

"Uh... I think so?"

He felt a wild, hysterical smile stretch his face like a Joker's.

"Is this the wrong universe?"

"I don't know, Barry, the fuck you're talking about?"

She took her hands from his, but didn't pull away.

"Were you drinking coffee again?"

"Yes", he said solemnly. Fuck that, he decided. I'll be a villain for a moment here. I'm just a metahuman, I can't do this anymore. And he kissed her. Kissed her so much that she was put against the wall. The feeling of kissing her, of having her in his hands, was so wholesome, he forgot for a hot second why he was here. And then, for another one. And another one. He felt everything: her height against his, and her body, with every part of his body, and her warmth; he marveled at the sensation of her not pulling away but leaning in, her hands around his neck, grabbing him closer. He could touch her everywhere, everywhere: on her soulders, and her hair, and her back; he touched her hip and she trembled, and Barry got that animalistic desire to eat her whole.

"I love you", he panted, "I love you so much".

Y/N looked at him, suspicious. A pause revealed their mutual heavy breathing.

"I never told you that?" he guessed. A sudden, horrible thought occurred to him; there was another Barry? What if this, this body, was separate from the yesterday him? What if he really is in the wrong universe?

Y/N shook her head slowly.

"I mean, I guessed that..."

"I definitely thought that many, many times, just forgot to tell you".

"Ah, okay", her smile was the smile of a serpent that took him in a chokehold he couldn't fight. He kissed her neck, her face, her mouth again, the previous year's tension dripping from him gradually. All of the times she looked snuggly and sweet, when she was angry in the morning; and beautiful, glowing and fresh after the shower; and dark, tired and fuckable in the evening, on the couch, berating the whole world for its unending mistakes. He loved her, and now, almost watched himself from afar as he was committing... he didn't even know what, but he was sure it was very bad, and felt better than anything else in the world.

They went to his room, him, looking over the shoulder like a thief; he undressed, and took off her top, and they had the best sex he'd ever had.

He must have dozed off, because as he opened his eyes, his head was heavy, like he's been running for hours.

She sat up, waking him, too.

"What the... did you give the key to someone else?" she asked.

Barry felt like a clown, listening to the door open.

That must be me, he thought.

"Listen, uh. I'm really sorry for everything that's about to happen in a few seconds, but you should know, that I'm me, and I do love you, and..."

"What are you talking about?"

She jumped out of bed and went for her t-shirt laying on the floor. He put his clothes back on at the speed and left the room to look at this clown.

Y/N showed up seconds after him, and was the first to break the silence.

"What the fuck??"

She threw her fists up, but wasn't sure which one she wanted to strike.

At the door, another Barry stood, and looked at himself, and himself looked back at him, and the Barry that has just entered had started to draw the dots together. Barry watched as Barry's eyes narrowed, and then he showed his teeth.

They both, at the same time, went with the speed and collided in the middle of the corridor.

Luckily, the walls were fine, but they threw each other over the shoulders, and Barry collapsed on the shoe stand.

It was so strange - fighting himself, or punching, or even looking at himself.

The other Barry was now on her side, shielding her like a lion. His eyes were crazy, like he was really going mad.

"You're... me?" he said, contemplating what just happened.

"For the record, I didn't know there would be another me", Barry replied.

"What? No, you're another me!"

"No", he said, standing on his feet, "actually, I'm you from the future".

"Oh, please", Y/N moaned, "one of you is a fucking shapeshifter!".

"No, no", Barry shook his head, "It's me, Barry".

The yesterday Barry look slowly at him, then, at Y/N.

"You fucked my girlfriend?"

Barry blinked.

"It's my girlfriend, asshole, actually. I loved her first".

There was a fistfight which Y/N decided to skip, struck, amazed at the hell that just occurred. She went into the kitchen to look for some alcohol. The only thing Barry wouldn't steal from the fridge.

There was the sound of grumbling, and struggling, and hitting, and moaning. You took several gulps, and yelled.

"Are you done!!!"

It fell quiet.

"Get off me! Get your hands away from my dick!"

"You get off", the voices were both impeccable. You felt for the chair and sat yourself down. You should've known, you thought, from the moment he said it was the happiest day of his life, that something was off. Not to mention what happened next and the amount of tender kisses.

They appeared in the door frame, absolutely identical, but wearing different clothes. The Barry that just made you feel love for him again was wearing a yellow shirt and grey jeans, and sported a split lip. The Barry who made you cry lately was still wearing his street jacket and white sneakers, and his nose was bleeding. The real rage was simmering there between them.

"What's going on?" you demanded. You were drunk on the catastrophic mistake. You looked at the two faces, one face, you loved very much.

"Why are there two of you?"

Barrys went to the different sides of the kitchen, your Barry - to yours, and took your shoulder. You shrugged it off, surprised.

"What did you mean, you're from the future?"

"I am", future Barry said. He rubbed his face and went to the sink to wash it.

"Care to elaborate?" Barry asked.

"I-blrb, weblrb browbrlb".

"Jesus, asshole, not in the water!"

Barry sighed, refreshed, took the towel and wiped his face. His eyes were wandering throughout the kitchen.

"Interesting. Everything else is the same. But..." he looked at you, thinking, mysterious.

"Repeat, me. What do you mean, you came from the future?"

"Not distant future. Literally tomorrow".

"Don't you know you don't mess with time!" Barry snapped. Future Barry's eyebrows were raised, and his mouth was curled in a sympathetic smile.

"Who's gonna talk. Me is literally you tomorrow. So, don't you know you shouldn't mess with time?"

"Listen, you", Barry was ready to punch him again, but you grabbed him on the hand and stopped him.

"What happened?"

The future Barry looked at you, and then at himself, seriously.

"Tomorrow, Superman dies".

There was silence, and blinking, like sheep.

"What?"

"But in my world though. I don't know about this one. I don't know anymore..."

He pressed himself against the sink as realization seemingly settled upon him.

"How does he die?"

"Comers, some species of aliens close to Neptunians by the look of it, invade. And they have kryptonite. They will kill him. And that's gonna be the end for at least two and a half countries".

They exchanged looks.

"Maybe you should go warn Wayne and check the satellites..."

Otherwise there would be talk of bullshitting and improbability of killing such a fundamental figure as Superman. But Barrys could seemingly read each other's thoughts. There was something uncanny, some level of understanding. You noticed, they moved simmetrically, one from the left foot, the other, from the right. Your Barry gave you a long look and then, saying nothing, left the kitchen. You heard the door open and slam shut, and suddenly, although a moment ago, there was a commotion, you were left alone with the Barry from the future.

[insomanic-fanfication]

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[bratdotcom]

Should I write Allen the alien x reader

[friendly-alien-fucker]

Environmental Changes

Note: As you've probably already noticed by my lack of posts, I haven't been feeling myself lately. I've been working on getting better and taken some time off writing but I think I'll slowly start working on requests again soon.

Until then, enjoy this little comfort fic I wrote for myself. 💖

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It was hard getting used to the weather once you started your life on the ship. Or rather the lack thereof. There were no rainy or sunny days, no winter or summer and most irritatingly, no night or day. Every day you'd wake up and look out of your window, just to be greeted by the void of space instead of the soaring sun.

You thought you didn't mind it at first- after all, the concept of waking up to a thousand glistering stars surrounding you was more than beautiful. Yet beautiful soon turned into frustrating as your body couldn't decide when to sleep and when to stay awake anymore.

Often you'd wake up and fall right back asleep since there was no light emitting from your window, no light that could compare to a sun, that is. Which resulted in you frequently oversleeping and missing meetings with the yautja on the ship.

And soon your best friend grew concerned with the amount of times you'd missed to report in. Their concern growing with each passing day, they decided to check up on you in case the changes in environment were having unwanted side effects on your body.

And they were right.

Stepping into your assigned quarters, the big alien quietly made it's way towards your bed, looking down at your still sleeping form. Scanning your face they noticed a few anomalies. For one, you had dark spots under your eyes and your skin looked rather dehydrated, which was confusing as you'd been sleeping for a good amount of time now and the humidity on the ship could be compared to the humidity found in a rain forest.

Carefully, they reached out to brush some of your disheveled hair out of your face, earning a soft groan from you. Their eyes softening as they saw you scrunch up your nose and turn around to hide under the large blanket.

But as cute as you were, grumpily rolling up into a ball, your hair all fluffy and messed up- they couldn't help but worry about you. It was clear that the new living conditions were having negative effects on you and that you weren't properly taking care of yourself.

So, being the wholesome giant they were, they decided to take care of you until you'd adapted.

Earning a couple of confused and downright disgusted looks, they tried their best at recreating some of the more nutritious human meals and made their way towards your quarters once more. There, they turned on the lights to a degree which resembled early mornings on earth, and played recordings of animals, as they had read that humans find them to be pleasing.

Unfortunately though, they forgot which animals counted as pleasing and ended up playing recordings of irritated monkeys screeching as they swung from branch to branch, causing you to practically jump from your bed. Standing there was your friend, who, despite your questioning looks, simply shoved the food tray into your hands and sat down at your bed, staring at you expectantly.

Taking a look at what they'd just given you, you immediately brightened up. While you somewhat managed to accept and even enjoy the view outside your window, the food usually served on the ship was something you never really learned how to adapt to. So finally seeing some human food was like a dream come true.

In that moment you instantly forgot about the screaming monkeys in the background or the giant alien at your bedside, you simply sat down and dug in, cherishing every bite like you would never get your hands on good food again.

Pleased with themselves, your Yautja buddy proudly puffed out their chest, happy to have created something to your liking. When you were finally finished with the meal you sighed, smiling at them.

"Thank you, I really needed this" you beamed, new energy already evident in your voice. They nodded.

"oh and, one more thing-" you laughed

"try not to wake me up with screaming apes next time"

[supercap2319]

Insane

Barry Allen x Male Reader

A/N: Okay, so this fic takes place during these special crossover events during the Flash’s eighth season. The reader is Clark and Kara’s cousin, but isn’t Kryptonian. He does have very similar powers to them. Also, can anyone tell me of any heroes who leave colored streaks when they fly? Also, I’m not very good with superhero names lol.

“Yes, Lois, I'm eating enough,” Y/N said, as he juggled with the groceries and takeout in his hands. He pushed through the door of his apartment phone on his ear and elbow as he put his stuff on the kitchen table. “I have a bag full of burgers and fries.” There was some chatter on the other side of the line; Y/N smiled. “Okay, tell Jonathan and Jordan I'll see them Saturday night.”

Y/N hung up the phone and was about to dig into his food when he felt a rush of air brush past him. Y/N smiled. It was either Kara, Clark, or J'onn. He turned around to see that it wasn't any of them, but Barry Allen, aka The Flash.

“Barry! Hey, man, how are you doing?” Y/N walked up and hugged the taller man, but could feel Barry tense against him as he hugged him back. Y/N pulled back and frowned. “Barry, what’s wrong?” Barry looked in bad shape. He was pale, sweating, and had a nervous look in his eyes. “I'm in trouble, Y/N. Big trouble.”

“What's wrong?” Barry?” Barry sighed as he told Y/N everything: About Despero, his blackouts, losing his base, attacking his team, attacking the people of Central City. “How did I not know this was happening?” Y/N wondered.

“You haven't seen the news?” Barry asked. “That's all anyone is talking about.”

Y/N shook his head. “I’ve been really busy with work, so I guess I haven't been paying attention.”

“Well, Alex thinks–”

“Alex! I'm gonna kill her for not telling me,” Y/N says, as he dials Alex’s number and chews her out for not telling him something this important. Once he’s done ranting, he hangs up and shows Barry his phone. “Alex gave me all the data that they have on aliens and there’s not a lot of information on Despero. Other than that, he’s Kalanorian, with the Flame of Py’tar as his energy source.”

“And he’s strong, Y/N. As strong and durable as Kryptonians,” Barry says. Y/N smiled. “Well, it's a good thing I'm not Kryptonian.” Y/N wasn't Kryptonian like his cousins, but wasn't a metahuman either. He was in the middle.

“Look at me being a bad host. Sit down and help yourself to any in the fridge. I have some burgers and fries if you're hungry. Just give me one minute to change.” Y/N went behind his changing wall to put on his costume. Barry unwrapped one of the Big Belly Burgers and was about to eat it when he saw Y/N remove his shirt. Barry stared at Y/N’s muscle-toned body and when he started to remove his pants, he quickly looked away. He shouldn't be looking at another man like that, but he was cute. Y/N came out a minute later with his suit on. “Okay, we'll be ready for Despero when he shows up.”

“Oh, really?” a voice said. Y/N and Barry turned to see a man with red hair and blue eyes wearing a weird suit. “Despero, I presume?” Y/N asked. Despero looked at Y/N. “You’re the one they call Triquetra, right?”

“That’s right. And if you know who I am, then you know what I’m capable of,” Y/N said.

“You can not stop what’s already written. The Flash will destroy the world in the future unless I stop him first,” Despero says. Y/N raises his fists and stands in a defensive pose. “You want him? Come and get him.” Despero sighs. “Very well then.” Despero taps his belt and changes shape and mass as he grows to his full alien height. His skin is now pink, and he has a frill on his head like a fish, and pointed ears. He’s tall enough to reach the roof of Y/N’s apartment. He looks at Y/N and charges at him. “Oh, crap!” Y/N thinks as Despero tackles him and they go through the wall of Y/N’s apartment and fall towards the street below.

Barry speeds out of Y/N’s apartment and down to the streets as he moves innocent people out of the way of the falling debris. He turns to see Y/N and Despero exchanging blows. “I hope you have good insurance in the future because you’re totally paying for the damages,” Y/N says, as he punches Despero in the face. Barry was right. Punching Despero was like punching Clark and Kara at the same time. “It is useless to fight me. His fate is sealed,” Despero says, catching Y/N’s fist with his hand, punching him in the stomach and then sending him into a nearby building.

Despero turns to Barry. “Come with me now, Flash, and nobody else will have to suffer.”

“Hold it clown face! We weren’t done dancing,” Y/N says, flying out of the building he was thrown in, and firing heat vision at Despero, but to his amazement it went right through him. “What in the world?”

“Triquetra! He’s over there!” Flash says.

Y/N looks to where Barry is pointing and sees he missed Despero, as the Kalanorian throws a cab at him. Y/N uses his heat vision to split the cab in half. This is bad. If they continue to fight like this, then some innocent people will get hurt. He has to lead Despero away from Metropolis. Y/N takes in a breath before releasing a blast of frigid air. It covers Despero as he tries to break through it, his body starting to freeze. It won’t stop him, but it will stall him. Y/N flies towards Barry, grabs him and flies as fast as he can away from Metropolis, a triad of colors trail behind him. Despero breaks free of his icy prison and glances around. The two heroes have escaped. The alien roars in frustration as he teleports back to Central City, hoping the Flash’s team can help him.

“We should be safe here for the time being,” Y/N said. He had flown them to the Hall of Justice in Central City in hopes Despero wouldn’t find them. “So what’s the plan, Flash?” Y/N asked. “I know Clark, Kara, and J'onn are off world, but I was thinking we could call Jefferson Pierce in Freeland, or call Sara, or Kate–”

“No, Y/N. We can’t call them,” Barry says. Y/N frowned. “Why not? They’re a part of the Crisis team and this qualifies as a Crisis.”

“Sara’s dead. Kate’s retired, and by the time Jefferson gets here, it might be too late,” Barry says.

“So, what do you want to do?”

Barry licked his lips. “I have a plan that could solve everything.”

“Really? what is it?” Y/N asks, curiously.

Barry looks Y/N straight in the eyes, as the words that come out of his mouth have Y/N shocked with disbelief. “You have to kill me, Y/N.”

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi I see your requests are open!

Could you do a Flash ( Barry Allen) x alien reader?

Where the Reader's true form looks like the Martians, but dark purples and cool greys?

Apart of the Reader's culture, is rough housing. So they like to spar and chase around Barry. Though, apart of their rough housing is pinning. So everytime they spar, Reader pins Barry to the ground or wall, making him extremely flustered.

-Crow

Barry Allen x Alien Male reader

Headcanons

We are back after kinktober, finally. Guess who handed in their last psychology assignment of the year, now it’s just my religion project and exams and I’ll be free until next semester.

For the martian appearance, I went with the more, what should I call it?? lizard? Plant? Looking? Appearance, you see in young justice.

Your species was from Mercury, meaning you were extremely hot blooded, which lead to your kind being, what should I say, competitive by nature. Martians and Mercurians descended from the same place, which is why your species were similar in some ways like appearance.

Unlike martians, you couldn’t shapeshift. Mercurians did have the ability of intangibility, power negation, and power amplification, along with the same type of telepathy and telekinesis you would find in martians.

Unlike the greens and other similar colours you would find on Mars, your people were cooler colours in contrast of the warm colours of your home planet. Every member of your species possessed different patterns in their skin as well, which wasn’t easily spotted by the naked eye.

It helped your people identify each other, and some of the spirit mediums claimed to be able to tell your future off these patterns, think like reading someone’s destiny in their palm.

The Mercurians had stayed away from earth as long as it had existed, but after larger and larger enemies showed up in your part of the galaxy, your people joined in on fighting them off.

You were the 6th child of the ruler of your planet at the time, your parent having been chosen as leader through democracy for many hundred years because of how just they were. But because of this, and your interest in interworld communication, you were the one sent to earth.

Here you met the justice league. The first person you got along with was of course J'onn J'onzz, and his niece M'gann M'orzz, as your people and culture were similar in some ways, and your people descended from the same origin.

Your inability to shapeshift made it hard for you to take part in human culture, even as you bonded with the other members of the league, like superman, the many green lanterns, M'ganns teammates, and so on and so forth.

It was on one of the days you were growing antsy for anything to happen that you fell into conversation with Barry, The Flash, as he was called. Talking to him calmed some of the fidgetiness in your body, there was just something about him and how fast he talked when he was passionate about a subject, that cooled your inner flames.

It also helped that he ran hot, as earth was much much colder than your home planet of Mercury. You also would never admit how it made your Mercurian vocal cords trill when he raved about your purple colour, and how it shifted in the sunlight.

J'onn teased you quite a lot as you started developing feelings for the speedster. You denied it vehemently, but even M'gann could tell and would tease you as well. All of this happened over your telepathy of course, so no one else on the team seemed to pick up on it, except for Batman, since he saw pretty much everything.

After some time, Barry seemed to pick up on your inability to stay still, or how you were always found in the gym beating up the equipment. It was J'onn who explained your people’s culture to him, and how roughhousing was the way your people bonded.

Because of this roughhousing not happening, you didn’t feel as close to the league as you would be able too. And Barry, who had started to develop feelings for you in return, found himself wondering if you might be interested in a sparring match.

When he finally summoned up the courage to ask, he didn’t even have time to doubt his act of asking, as you launched yourself at him like an overexcited cat, immediately wrestling him to the ground.

Barry hadn’t thought this fully through, as he found himself being pinned to the floor, the wall, the ceiling once or twice, throughout this sparring. He became so flustered that he almost forgot about his speed.

There was just something about how excited you seemed to be that someone finally wanted to roughhouse and spar with you, and the trills and chirps that rang from your chest and throat instinctually, only made him want to keep doing it.

This kept up for some time, both of you taking time out of your schedules to roughhouse at least once a week. And over time Barry was able to keep up, even though he still found himself blushing and sputtering when you pinned him just right.

J'onn ended up telling the rest of the team what was up, and roughhousing became part of the usual sparring when you were involved, for team bonding.

But what you and Barry had was something special, just between you two. And when you started adding your hidden stripes to his suits stitching, no one would be the wiser, except for maybe J'onn, who just seemed amused.

Your people didn’t kiss, you didn’t really have the lips, but you wanted to try it. Kissing Barry the first time after pinning him to the floor once again, had been a little awkward. Lips pressed against teeth, not much of the romantic liplocking you had seen in earth movies.

But Barry seemed just as passionate after realizing what was up, his arms immediately wrapping around you and kissing you back as passionately.

The roughhousing continued even as you started dating, and when the team found a way to let you alter your shape to a human one, you two would go on dates.

There were moments you felt self-conscious about your appearance, as many humans were more attractive, but Barry was always quick to wrestle you into his arms to tell you he loved you for who you were, and that he didn’t care about that stuff, and you were handsome to him.

Lets just say the first time Barry met your family it lead to a huge family wide roughhousing and wrestling, and he had to resort to using his speed more than once to not get mobbed by your family who wanted to bond with him and get to know him since you loved him so much.

[zielleromanova]

Soybeans

Jaime: Hola, hermosa. How are you?

Y/N: Doing great, Amor.

Jaime: Whatcha eating?

Y/N: Soybeans.

Jaime: Hola, Beans. Soy tu novio.

Y/N: Jaime, no--

Bart: *In the corner, laughing his butt off*

Scarab: Jaime Reyes, your mate is in distress by your idiocy.

[jasmineslonghair]

Hello all this is my first fanfiction based of Young Justice, the cartoon, check it out!

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2 (If any links are broken please let me know!)

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: "You're My Son." Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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[applesontheground]

Hey! Ik this is weird and all but can you write about Patrick Bateman cheating on you with a random person and y/n finds out and leave Patrick for Paul Allen and Patrick doesn’t like that so he stalks y/n everyday and then one day kill Paul Allen?

ooh, okay! i really liked this prompt ngl... i hope you enjoy it as much as i did thinking it up lol!!

always coming and you'd never have a clue 💼

NSFW | Word Count: 1,323 | Patrick Bateman x GN Reader

contains canon typical/hints of violence, A LOT OF INFIDELITY, implied stalking+paranoia, phone sex, masturbation, as always patrick bateman comes as his own warning

🎼: x

Calling this a rebound was an understatement, and you realized that the more people you slept with from the same firm, the harder it would be to get out as a whole. Still, you had to move on, and the first step to doing that was to snuff whatever this had become between you and Paul Allen.

Fidelity was not a game many people liked to play. It didn’t take someone who worked within Pierce & Pierce to know that. Across the street, you fiddled with PR disasters that had fallen from grace and came from all directions, stumbling into your hands from those who had no place to be in the public eye. The fact you still found out the inner workings of your neighbors’ social caste was rather funny, almost fitting, but what could you say?

You knew people. You knew them well.

It had started with the affair with VP Patrick Bateman, someone who was anything but what he seemed on a surface level. You wouldn’t think that those profane thoughts – sick desires of his that drowned any normalcy in his mind and alienated him from the world at large – would be his most striking feature. Even now, you hadn’t spoken in two months and his voice still hung in your mind. It was as though he haunted the streets you walked to and from home and the workplace.

Always out of sight, you’d glance over one shoulder and the reflection in the window would startle you. Most mornings, you could still imagine the angle of his jaw, the lifeless brown eyes that made you cringe in a secondhand terror that intrigued you all the same. You’d never say it aloud, but he still brought a strange side out of you. As though you had to keep reigning back into what made you human, reminding yourself of ‘standards’.

Not enough standards to keep from sleeping with Allen, but nonetheless a line that you had to insist on until it was true.

How Paul had known things were on the rocks with Bateman, you weren’t sure. Word got around almost as easy as everyone seemed to cheat on each other, especially when it was part of your job to know others’ business. In the context of your work, you realized a client was in hot water for also being charmed by that well-kept smile, and those pristine features that had strung you out all the same. It was what brought you to hold stifled breath in your throat from one too many cocktails on a Friday evening, an invitation for Allen to stroll up and ask what you were doing letting yourself have a night alone.

It should’ve been the first sign something went sideways when he hadn’t been at work for a few days. There’d be no luck trying to pry the details from his coworkers, seemingly unable to hold a conversation that wasn’t about personal gain or how nice you looked that particular day. You knew the glassy eyes, the ‘He’s just out of town, went on business to London for the week. Did you see what happened with…’

The phone rang at your desk, making you throw your current paper packet down and hover over its cradle for a second with a careful hand. Half-convinced it would be the police wanting to question when you had last seen him, likely hearing you had slept with him just a few nights prior, you picked it up.

“[Y/N] [L/N], PR consultant. How can I-”

“Did you hear that I killed him?”

He didn’t even let the façade rest in the receiver as he spoke to you. The first time in two months. You couldn’t deny that honest twinge that you rarely heard from anyone this side of the block. It wasn’t necessarily afraid, but it trembled to have heard you had actually spoken, and that you were hanging on long enough to stay on the line. You swallowed hard, giving a cautious glance to your closed office door as you asked, “B-Bateman?”

“[Y/N], I couldn’t stand the way he thought he had you around his finger. I knew he didn’t, and I’m positive that you know it too. I showed him what that really meant to get a one-up on me. I fucking murdered him, and I loved every goddamn second of it.”

That terror gripped you right in the stomach, like your muscles pressed it into your spine while you adjusted in your chair. Forgetting the passing coworkers outside, the blinds half-closed so they wouldn’t see anything besides your downcast eyes at your desk, you sucked in a breath and realized this fear was making that muscle within your core also clench together, stimulating that part of you had hidden away.

“...H-How did you do it?” You asked, wedging your shoulder up to hold the phone while your hand traveled underneath the desk. With a sharp breath, he chuckled on the other end. “I knew you’d understand, [Y/N]. You see, I took an axe, made sure it was perfectly set in my hands, and...well, I threw it straight into his back. Simple maneuver, got him right where I wanted.” His trained tone, still between deep breaths in order to keep from going manic and drown in laughter, your nails gently scratched against your thigh. Not yet, he has to take it further.

A stifled cough made your eyes snap ahead again, realizing you weren’t the only one thinking about it. The next exhale was a thoughtful hum, just close enough to recognize it wanted to be a moan. “I thought about you, the way I wish I could rub all that blood over you.” He sighed shakily again, “And you know what, [Y/N]? I know I could make you lose it. More than Allen ever would, anyways.”

“Lose it, hm?” Your voice hit a lower note, one of less lust and more thoughtful fascination. Something you wore so well with him, and he would never admit it but it compelled him to keep going.

“Believe me. I'll show you what a real heathen looks like.” A sharp wince, one you knew came from him holding his cock in a vice less of a disciplined lover and more akin to a meticulous killer, sounded before he then asked, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Bateman, are you touching yourself right now?” You prodded despite knowing too well. You swallowed hard, and brought your voice to a murmur to show your own soft spot, hand clasping your sex and giving it a generous rub, “Because even after being with Allen, he really couldn’t do it like you. You know that, too, so stop a-”

He only responded with another question. “What are you doing after work?” It was almost like he was snapped out of the trance, being caught making the mask of sanity fall back into place in the possibility of vulnerability; his own flaws unable to swallow him if he simply overpowered them. Before you could answer, he insisted, “Meet me at 7PM. At the penthouse, and don’t you dare go out.” He inhaled deeply again, “If you do, I’ll fucking find you. Do you understand me?”

You asked yourself if this was really about to happen. This was his peak of what you knew of him: he only asked questions to create an illusion to you, make you feel like you had a choice. “Sure thing, Bateman.” You replied, and you heard him hang up before the last syllable of his name left your mouth.

It was enough to get you to take your coat and stand from your desk, and then flex your thigh muscles to hide the way your legs were shaking from the force. Teasing yourself only made your will weak, your ability to rationalize slip. 

When you caught the glimpse of yourself in the window again, you almost imagined another face looking back at you.