A short little piece I wrote fantasizing with Adolf Hitler and Josef Stalin.
The rest of the congregation left the room, "now it's only us left" Stalin whispered as he twiddled with his magnificent mustache, "oh baby," Hitler replied "what are you going to do to me?" Hitler began unbuckling his large grey overcoat as stalin crept closer, "the way you take off that coat really turns me on." Hitler could feel Stalin's hot breath on the back of his neck and his diamond was squished between Hitler's bum cheeks. He leaned over and began to kiss him, the temperature in the room rose dramatically. Stalin helped Hitler remove his large, heavy overcoat and rubbed his hands over Hitler's thick, hairy body, "oh daddy" Hitler moaned with pleasure as Stalin's large, russian hands stroked his small nipples, a glorious display of his finesse. Hitler felt Stalin's thick and bushy mustache creep down his body to his large, pulsating...
TO BE CONTINUED...
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.