#like i am not even going to enter a clothing store here because i already have a too full closet and also i can get clothes at home

[maryse127]

Very conflicted between "I am spending way too much money" and "almost all of this shit isn't sold in Europe so might as well buy it when you have the chance because importing it later is waaaay more expensive"

[snghnlvr]

don’t test me. / park sunghoon

౨ৎ ## i've never felt this before, i can't hide it, my head is spinning, crazy park sunghoon x fem reader!

synopsis: your test on your best friend decided to have your friendship to the next level.

includes: 3.4k words | childhood friends to lovers | inspo was actually the song brought the heat back because they’re all delusional, like look at the lyrics — actually | lyrics mentioned x2 !! | sunghoon is a hopeless romantic | both of them are bold with their actions el oh el.. | oh taesan BND mention ^3^ | ever after high mentioned !!

extra: actually am back from the dead i’m very sorry LOL | the whole romance: untold album gave me me inspiration to write this.. | hot girl activities of being an enhypen stan <3 | ALSO am redoing my tag list since i’m back after a hot minute, lmk if u wanna be apart of it <3 | love u chiptole pls sponsor me <3

likes, comments, and reposts are appreciated! <3

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what are we doing here at the mall?” sunghoon stares ahead, seeing multiple clothing stores. he sees groups of girls going in and out of them while holding multiple shoppings bags. he sighs, already depicting himself holding bags for you as you go shopping.

“prom shopping, duh.” you proudly stated. your eyes brighten while eyeing each attractive store. 

“what’s the point of going to prom when you don’t have a date?” immediately your mood shut down as sunghoon slammed fact at your face while maintaining his blank stare. he was right, you don’t have a date, like an actual date. your last minute plan was to go with your childhood neighborhood best friend, platonically because disappointingly all of the hot guys in your school got dates. 

“you’re literally my date sunghoon.” you rolled your eyes and looked at sunghoon who seemed to have reddish cheeks. he looked away before you can turn to him, blocking his red cheeks from being seen.

you snickered, knowing that he is embarrassed since sunghoon doesn’t have a date either from his school. well, he rejected all of them. but that confused you more, he rejected all of the girls that asked him out but he didn’t mind going to your prom as your date. you don’t care now because you have a purpose to go prom-dressing.

“ooh windsor seems cute~” you skipped towards the store that caught your eye first. “woah..” your eyes sparkled at the glitterly lavender dress that has a slit on the right side of the leg and have gems around the chest area. this was your dream ever since you were little, going prom dressing and imagining yourself wearing your favorite dresses with your prince charming. 

but it had to be with sunghoon — nothing wrong with sunghoon but he was someone you didn’t expect for him to say yes.

i mean, both of you pinky promised ever since babies that you two would marry each other if both of you stayed single. you wondered if he remembers the same thing.

sunghoon stayed at the corner of the store, eyeing your excited self while scanning the various dresses in front of you as he held your bag after volunteering. he wonders what type of dresses you prefer.

he imagines you in some of the dresses he eyes wander on.

you insisted to keep your bag onto you but he persisted until you give up. his excuse was to “roam freely” — you dead looked at him in the eye replying that it’s bullshit.

you didn’t want to argue with him any further first thing you entered the mall so you let him deal with whatever.   

sunghoon doesn’t know what made him possessed to say yes to you when he received your text. he didn't even pay for prom, he was uninterested, but the thought of going with you - as his date, didn't seem too bad.

he remembered himself blushing crazy when he abruptly received your text message when he was hanging out with his friends. sunghoon took a pause in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at his screen with wide eyes. he slowly turned around and started running towards home, abandoning his startled, questioned friends. they heard silence except his shoes hitting the concrete floor.

two hours later, he replied with “sure” to remain nonclatant but little did you know his face was a blushing mess, feet in cold sweat to the fact he had to wear socks in bed, and his heart rapidly beating to the point he had high blood pressure. his mind was occupied onto you as he stared at your bedroom from across his window, wondering what you’re up to.

his parents were so confused as to why their son was acting this way. he was on cloud 9 when you asked him out but felt a bit sad when you mentioned to go together with plantonic feelings. 

you walked towards sunghoon with shrugged shoulders and a frown that made sunghoon be concered of your expression. “what happened?” sunghoon looked down at you, uttering a deep tone to indicate his concern. he was still seeing your pouty lips and your eyes being tight. “none of them are what i am looking for.”

maybe you’re acting like a spoiled child who cannot find their favorite toy but you believed that prom was the most important event in your life. you wanted to find your perfect dress.

then you opened your eyes, being face to face to sunghoon’s chest which made you feel uneasy at the unfamiliar appearance.

you then realized how close you are with sunghoon so you took a step back.

you sighed, looking up at sunghoon. “it’s fine we have multiple stores.” your motivated smile made sunghoon chuckle.

you left the store, then sunghoon behind you.

“that green looks like a swamp.” “that’s too glittery.” “too long.” “i look like a child of divorce with this dress!”

“i guess you’re picky.” sunghoon teased, ruffling your hair as he followed you exiting the last store. you still had an unsatisfied expression.

you didn’t react to his gesture since it was normal between the two of you. you didn’t mind sunghoon messing up your hair.

sunghoon felt bad and fixed your hair carefully, eyeing each strand of hair being back in the right place originally.

you looked from left to right onto where to explore, slightly giving up but not fully. you wanted to go home already and swallow yourself in your favorite blanket, blasting the AC on high volume while watching ever after high.

countless attempts of finding the right dress for you was too difficult. you’re starting to understand why people buy their dresses months before, you believe that the good batch of dresses were already brought before and you started to panic if you can even find one. 

“there’s nothing wrong with being picky..” you murmured, walking around in hopes another store caught your eye. “of course,” sunghoon responded. he continued. “you should keep your standards high, never settle for less.” you lightly scoffed, turning your head towards sunghoon with a mischevious expression. “is that why you’re still single?” 

you’ve always been curious of sunghoon’s standards are since he remains single throughout your high school years. middle school doesn’t count. his last relationship was a fail because he lost feelings for the girl.

yes, you admit he is shamelessly handsome and he knows that but have a personality of a delicate cat. which makes you laugh once in a while.

you still think of sunghoon as a child in an adult body.

sunghoon seems to be taken aback of your question. he tilted his head, thinking about it. “well…i never thought about it like that. i was gonna be more busier with each year, i’m not gonna have time for relationships.” sunghoon confessed nonchantly since it wasn’t a big deal for him. you nodded, understanding where he was coming from. 

“then..have you liked anyone before?” you questioned, also curious as you eyed the store’s figuerines on display. “that’s cute..” you whispered to yourself before looking back at sunghoon with a smile, waiting expectantly.

sunghoon’s heart jumped. he shivered when he felt the cold air passing behind him, glancing at you to see if you’ve noticed but he was so grateful that you were distracted by some damn figuerines. 

he immediately looked ahead when you looked back at him, geez why can’t i answer?

“n-no.” he choked on his words. you decided to poke his holes further when you noticed how nervous he was. you can read your best friend pretty easily. “really?” you stopped walking which made him also stop. sunghoon turned to his right and he held his breath when you leaned closer to his face, eyeing him like a hawk to justify his truth. “do you like someone now?”

“yes.” he muttered, still staring at your eyes. seconds of staring at each other made your heart suddenly fluttered which was weird and out of the norm. you held in your breath when none of you pulled away yet, continuing to gaze upon each other.

you realized the position you were in, especially when sunghoon easily towered over you. you immediately back away, sunghoon now smirking at your sudden nervousness. “wonder who’s the unfortunate girl..” you gulped on your words.

“why are you single?” sunghoon asked, hands in his pockets as he started walking. you coughed, hands rubbing your tight chest. “e-erm,” you tried to find an excuse. “just like you.. i have other priorities.” you didn’t see the little frown sunghoon made at your response. you weren’t lying but at the same time you were telling the truth. dating felt like it could affect your daily routine and studies.

okay, maybe your best friend seem a bit too handsome for your liking. it’s weird. wait

“how about this store?” sunghoon pointed at a store that was near the exit. you sneaked a glance, interested by the pretty dresses on display. you decided to go. “sure let’s go.” trying to distract yourself on what happened earlier. 

now sunghoon was reflecting on himself and what happened earlier as well as he sat down, waiting for you to try on the dresses. he was frustrated, he wanted you. it has always been you, ever since both of you pinky promised as babies.

that relationship he had in middle school - yeah he thought the girl was pretty but it was only to perform a distraction to get rid of his feeling for you.

your extroverted personality intimidated him ever since growing up. he wonders what makes you fearless and mentally strong. in moments where you fell down countless from playing tag with him, you didn’t cry. oddly - you continued to play with tag despite having a bleeding knee.

but when you would see his displeased face, you would offer him a lollipop that you keep inside your book bag just for fun.

he still has the candy wrapper somewhere inside his drawers.

but you don’t know that. he wanted to know if you were feeling the same way. is it worth ruining the friendship? is there any hope to turn it into something intimate? something more? he’s craving a lot of answers. 

as you were adjusting the dress, your hands slowed down on your straps when you also questioned the same thing. then memories of you and sunghoon started replaying on your mind; where both of you were in his bed one summer night after having a bbq dinner from your parents, talking about your futures together — where the both of you have to be involved in each others’ futures; where sunghoon gives you his hoodie without any question whenever you’re cold, where you packed an extra lunchbox for sunghoon because he was craving your pork cutlets. the past, happy memories slowly transitioned to the memories where you’re now questioning your feelings on sunghoon.

where sunghoon wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him when the train was crowded with people. you felt his chin touch the top of your head. you remembered your heartbeat being in the same speed as the train was going and you were glad sunghoon couldn’t see your blush — where sunghoon offered you to sleep on his shoulder on the way home after hanging out together — where both of your hands would featherly touch each other in random times but immediately both of you let go and feel electric shocks all over the body. 

so you’re gonna put your feelings on the test.

“hoon!” you called out on his nickname. sunghoon immediately paid attention to you. “yeah y/n? what happened?” you scrunched your nose when you hear the concern on his tone. 

you huffed out a breath. “can you help me with the zipper please?” you questioned why your heart is already beating fast. you hear the footsteps coming closer to you and you swore your heart was gonna jump out of the ribcage. 

behind you, you slightly opened the curtain, to prevent not only revealing the dress to him but as well as not wanting to face sunghoon. you can feel his eyes glued onto your back.

sunghoon rolled his tongue inside his cheek, feeling unusual even though he’s childhood friends with you. he noticed your hands trying to zip up your dress.

he took a step closer to you, you shivered when you can feel his chest against your back and your breath lingering on your bare neck. you gulped at the intense silence engulfed by the both of you. 

“silly you.” he let out a slight chuckle. you can feel his slight smirk from behind you.

“just help me park.” you rolled your eyes at his teasing, hoping it’s something to ease the tension. 

“stop moving.” sunghoon hand was lightly placed on your waist which made you frozen. your eyes widened at the sudden touch. his eyes were focused on the zipper, his hands being gently so that he doesn’t hurt you. 

breathe y/n — breathe— 

shit.

you looked up from the ground to curiously see the scene with the mirror in front of you. the first thing was his figure, how his white shirt easily makes his body look good with his headphones around his neck. you can see his fluffy hair that you’re eager to touch. you see sunghoon’s tongue on the corner of his lips to indicate his concentration. your eyes slowly followed his hand, you eyed his watch — his hand on your waist. 

you suddenly wanna pass away. 

sunghoon sighed, “there.” you then immediately looked down to prevent any eye contact. goddamit y/n why are you so shy? 

“thanks.” you grabbed the curtain and shut the room in front of him, whining mentally at your shy self. you stared at yourself in front of the mirror, surprised at how red your cheeks are under the light.

sunghoon stood in front the curtain, surprised with his eyebrows furrowed but then his face relaxed into a soft smile before returning back to seat and waiting for you to reveal the dress to him.

him only. 

“so—“ he heard you through his headphones after some few minutes. you opened the curtain. “how do i do?” as sunghoon was pausing his music and taking his headphones off. you presented yourself wearing the dark red, sparkly dress, standing still and with a smile as you waited for sunghoon’s reponse. you smiled so hard, not containing your excitement that you felt while wearing the dress. it really made you feel like a princess. 

sunghoon stared at you for a couple of seconds then slowly looked down at your figure. how the dress was hugging your body, your curves were being emphasized, how it complimented your skin tone, god you were stunning. you literally looked like a goddess in front of him and he was willing to drop everything and pull you close just like earlier. sunghoon was utterly at a loss of words. his mouth wanted to spill out words but he was frozen.

what did you did do to him?

you caught him being speechless so you worried, forming a form. “i-is it not good?” you turned around to face the mirror in worry. 

but before you do it you heard him yell. “wait!” you paused. “it’s good. you look great.” your muscles relaxed after hearing sunghoon’s reassurance. you smiled, turning back around to face sunghoon. sunghoon was too shy to face you, looking away as he was gulping. 

“really great..” he coughed into his fist, clearing his throat. 

well that was good enough for you. 

“great!” you closed back the curtain to change back into your normal clothes. 

sunghoon cursed at himself mentally, hand coming to his head to massage his temples as he closed his eyes to gather his thoughts. he felt like this was torture.

as you’ve already bought the dress, both of you were hungry so you guys went to the food court.

“go find a table, i’ll get us something.” you frown at sunghoon’s suggestion. “no don’t pay for me. you’ve already gone through so much, it’s right if i pay for your meal.” you find your wallet through your bag that sunghoon is still holding for you. sunghoon shook his head, shutting down the zipper making you speechless. “no need it’s fine for me.” you insisted. “sunghoon-“ you whined.

sunghoon gave you a look that made you instantly sit down. “fine.” you rolled your eyes. sunghoon smiled as you followed his words, dropping the bags on the chair next to you. what a switch up.

you eyed sunghoon’s back disappearing slowly from your vision. you smiled when he headed to your favorite fast food place.

you were on your phone while waiting for sunghoon to come back. 

“y/n?” you looked up after hearing your name being called. both of you smiled — it was your classmate, taesan. you got out from your seat to hug him as taesan hugged you back tightly. “what are you doing here?” you asked him, going back to your seat.

“i went to the park with the guys.” indicating the basketball on the chair across from you and he turned his back, which made you see the bunch of his friends ordering from a different store. “i saw you sitting by yourself, are you also with your friends?” taesan smiled at you, also wondering why you’re here. 

“mhmm,” you nodded. “prom shopping.” taesan cursed. “shit i realized i have to do the same..” you giggled at his comment as taesan panicked a bit since it’s in a week. “good luck with that.” you saluted to him. “mhm thanks.” taesan smiled at your gesture.

“okay i gotta go and find a table for these hungry monsters. i’ll see you again.” taesan ruffled your hair, before leaving your table. “hey you’re gonna mess up my hair!” you playfully said, fixing your strands. “ugh my hair..” you commented to yourself.

a few seconds later, you’re startled when a plastic bag of food was placed in front of, rather harshly. 

you turned your head towards sunghoon when he pulled a chair next you and sat next to you with a serious expression. “who was that guy?” you’re confused at sunghoon’s question. 

“what guy?” your nervousness made you forget your memory. “why are you smiling to him like that?” 

did he watch the whole scene?

sunghoon kept staring at you, still maintaining a cold look that made you shiver. yeah, that’s the look that he is pissed at you.

you realized something. “park, are you jealous?” you eyed him which made sunghoon realize what he was doing and broke eye contact, letting out a puff of air.

but you are not letting it go until you got your answer. you leaned closer to him, tilting your head so he can look at you again but he’s resisting because he didn’t want to show that side to you. “mhmm are you jealous?” you asked annoingly, making sunghoon blush. you kept teasing him. he was covering his face with his hands but you wanted to see this scene unfold on you. “am not.” he muttered, making you laugh at how grumpy his voice was. “cmon, why are you jealous? hm?” you’re entertained.

he is envious that there are other guys who can make you smile and laugh.

you smiled as your hands were touching each of his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. sunghoon was pretty strong which made you struggle. 

“don’t test me.” sunghoon shot a glare after you removed his hands from his face. you gulped at the sight in front of you. “okay i won’t, i’m sorry.”you’re still smiling.

he crossed his arms, pouting. this wasn’t the sunghoon that you grew up with and you wondered how much he has grown up — and that you two aren’t kids anymore. 

“don’t worry about taesan, he has a girl.” you laid back to your seat, unpacking your chiptole bowl that sunghoon bought. sunghoon stayed silent, eyeing you unpacking the bowl with excitement that made sunghoon instantly forgive you but now he’s too embarrassed to speak to you. 

“uhm..” both of your heads turned to see a guy on your right side. the guy saw sunghoon’s grumpy face which made him gulp and nervous on what he was gonna say as you looked at him with a smile as an act of kindness. “i-i thought you’re pretty and i would like to ask if i can have your number?” the guy looked at you with sweaty glands all over his forehead, not daring to look at sunghoon or he will run away. you widened your eyes at the sudden confession.

“oh uhm-“

your bones became frozen when you felt one of sunghoon’s arms sneak around your neck, his fingers lightly touching your waist while his other arm was leaning on the table, eyeing the guy with apissed expression. he became close, too close when you felt his cheek be pressed onto yours.

he eyed the guy annoyingly, jaw clenched and eyes piercing through his body as you were a blushing mess and your heart fluttering too much. “she has a boyfriend.” sunghoon muttered, causing you to gasp lightly at his words. the way he said, felt like he really meant it.

you saw the guy panicked and apologized, running away from both of your visions. 

“cmon park, you scared the dude.” you turned to him as he removed his arm from your shoulder, leaning back to his seat. you were feeling bad for the guy but sunghoon didn’t feel bad.

“you didn’t decline.” sunghoon shrugged, making you wanna slap his shoulder at his egotistical self.

now that you’ve realized, you didn’t. 

“i-i..” you’re at a loss of words. you swear you’re gonna die in front of sunghoon if you get a heart attack. “right..” you muttered something that was not supposed to be aloud. but you didn’t notice, trying to calm yourself down.

sunghoon leaned closer to you, eyes staring at you as you saw him smiling, causing his fangs to be present. “i wouldn’t mind.”  

you realized where this was going and he indirectly confessed to you. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, entertained to see your blushing state. “i wouldn’t mind either.” his face dropped when you repeated the same thing to him without looking at him, coughing your nervousness out. 

both of your faces relaxed, smiling at each other, relieved that the both of you felt the same way towards each other. 

“so we’re gonna marry each other now?” sunghoon spoke, maintaining a slight smirk. he loves seeing you flustered like crazy. 

you’re surprised. “you’ve remembered?” sunghoon nodded proudly, playing the ends of your hair which made your heart beat even more crazy as if it’s not at its limit right now. 

“of course i remember, it’s you.” 

[boyfridged]

i want to thank lovely @ekleiipsis for her contribution to amani’s campaign (amani reached her goal!) and many others. if you’d like to help out, please check my spotlight list. i am currently taking prompts for ficlets in exchange for proof of donation. details here. this is a ficlet written based on mar’s prompt (jay for the first time in the manor!). it’s 1086 words. enjoy.

(don't you wonder, sometimes?)

Jay does not go home. Or he does. The manor is his new home. This is what Bruce Wayne — Bruce Wayne!, not that he knew anything about him besides the vague recollection of rare headlines, tells him after taking the cowl off. There are black smudges of makeup around his eyes. And fluttering bats above them, on the cave’s ceiling.

“Theatre. And this— This is more of a palace,” Dad would say, probably. Well. Dad is not here.

Bruce Wayne is. Tall, but his smile is small. His steps, though, again – bigger. He is still wearing shoes even as he walks out of the silent clock, into the house, which is bizarre enough. Jason takes his boots off, because that’s the normal thing to do, even if Batman does not seem to know (or care). Then Jay ought to take twice as many strides for each of the man next to him, his legs too short to compare.

The corridor is so long that it feels almost like a trip, especially with the backpack hanging from his shoulder.

They make just one stop, in the kitchen, which is almost as big as the flat of his family. The fridge is the size of two regular ones, too. Wayne opens it and there are rows of products there, neater than the fancy convenience store displays. He takes an energy drink out of it and hands it to Jason. Then, he closes the fridge and takes a packet of granola from the cupboard next to it.

“Alfred is normally around to fetch snacks, but he seems to have gone to bed early,” Bruce Wayne says, scratching his neck awkwardly.

“Okay,” Jay replies, because he does not know who Alfred is. It is a posh name, all round sounds as he mouths it to himself. Better to remember.

“Sorry. You will get a real meal first thing in the morning. Is almond butter fine?”

Jay nods at the absurd question, accepting the bowl. “Okay,” he repeats, to fill in the silence, moving his weight to the other feet. 

“You must be tired. You can eat in your room.”

Because Jay is supposed to have a room of his own now. Right.

And they make their way there. First, there are more stairs — again, way too many. There’s also a portrait in the hall, a couple in what his mom would call “evening” clothes, and a boy, younger than him. They pose the way people in old pictures do. Jay almost stops to look at it, but Wayne is already at the top of the stairway. It would be easier to keep up by grasping at his sleeve, but Jay’s hands are full. They pass a vase without flowers. Maybe rich people don’t get flowers either. 

Batman halts in a spot that looks more lived in than the others. On the left, there’s a door with a “Keep out!” sign and some postcards. Pyramids. Some generic beaches. A huge, gold statue of Buddha. A very realistic rendition of a dinosaur. He gestures on the door across, on the right.

“You can have this one.”

For a moment, Jay just stands there, a bowl of granola with a bottle of energy drink on top of it balanced in one arm, and a pair of boots held in the other hand, suddenly sweaty. His heart hammers quickly, rabbit-like. 

“Okay,” he says, through a constrained throat, realising that what they are waiting for is his own reaction. Only then Bruce Wayne opens the door. 

Jay almost takes a step back, but that would mean walking into the man behind him. So instead he enters the bedroom. It’s not big, but it looks like it's from a period drama, which is intimidating enough. He puts the bowl on the desk. His shoes in the empty wardrobe.

Wayne disappears for a moment and comes back with a set of blue bedding, some rather big looking clothes (though Jay can’t imagine the guy in a Bowie’s 1983 tour t-shirt, so maybe it’s not his) and a hotel-like set of toiletries. Jay mutters a quiet “thanks.”

“You should rest. I will let you know when we have breakfast.” Wayne says, and after a pause asks, as if trying to speak his language: “Okay?” 

Jay attempts a smile, nodding. But Batman doesn't leave. He looks at him, and Jason is now feeling even more nervous, because the panda eyes make him want to giggle. This probably would not be an issue – he already mocked Batman plenty, called him names even – what was he thinking!, but now… He swallows, tongue suddenly heavy in his mouth. Since he entered the car (Batmobile!) all the adrenaline, both from danger and excitement, came down, like from a punctured balloon. And now he is facing a stranger. His confidence is just as deflated, old shyness taking over.

Batman looks like he wants to add something. He says nothing - well, a “goodnight” and resigns himself to briefly – almost absent-mindedly, touching Jason’s temple. The gesture reminds Jay of the priest from the cathedral in the East End. The one who called all the kids “lambs.” It’s kind. And even the expression on Batman’s face is familiar – a mix of puzzlement and worry. 

Then Jay is left alone in the museum-like room. 

He takes his belongings out of the backpack. Two sets of clothes, no fresh PJs – that Serious Moonlight Tour t-shirt might be helpful tonight after all. The battered picture of his parents. This is all he had with himself at the boarding school. And this is where they stopped. Not– not home.

“Okay,” he whispers to himself. Or sniffs. “This is home now.”

He puts the photograph on the bedside table. Except this way, his parents are facing not just the mattress, but also the window. And outside the window, in the darkness – nothing. A field of grass, some decorative plants, their shapes slightly menacing, tilting from the wind. The air here in Bristol is so fresh that the night is black, not grey. And there are stars, so many! Still, the silence– 

“Space for a whole campsite,” Dad would say. But the more Jay tries to imagine Dad here, the more uneasy he feels. And Mom, she'd laugh– “Give it up, Willis. I’m a city girl.” 

Jay touches the small, crumpled faces printed on the shiny paper. Hugs it close to his heart. And then, he puts it under the pillow. 

Today he will learn to sleep in the quiet. The price for the night sky.

[girlinwoods]

{ Him }

• dark minded jungkook x sensitive reader• ( non con)

....I am a working independent women but not that much.. just okay - okay ....and you know parents ..as well as how this society is they say a women always need a men in order to be happy...

" mom really ?? How many Times do I have to say this i don't wanna get married! Don't you understand?"

" y/n ..at least meet him he's so rich and handsome you surely gonna like him " my mom said in excitement..

" no means no...mom!" i said

" y/n please understand our condition too we are poor we don't have anything besides your salary and you also know that shity ass store manager gonna remove you any time he gets a better worker then you "

" mom...but-"

" i don't wanna hear anything it's final and it's your choice if you like it or not just get ready.. they're coming for dinner and i am warning you already baby be on your best behaviour okay... "

I didn't said anything because I can't believe her ....my life is full of shit i just went in my room and started crying...and fell asleep at 5: 40 pm... I came down wearing a red top and a plain long white skirt and ..my mother looked at me as she smiles

" they gonna be here in minutes"

And after 15 minutes our door bell rang so i went in the kitchen and my...mother went to answer the door I heard them talking... specially when my mother said..

" sure .... y/n baby come here"

I entered... in living room and saw a old couple so I greeted them then I saw a men who's seems to be in his late twenties not gonna lie he was handsome and his whole arm was covered with tattoos....ear piercing and eye brow piercing his whole appearance was screaming dominant or power....

" y/n baby...sit down"...

I sat beside my mother

" your daughter is so beautiful... Mrs Kim..and y/n he's jungkook "

And jungkook suddenly looked up at me from his phone our eyes matched...but...i..i don't... know....if I feel love or fear...he was just staring at me ..and then Mrs Jeon said

" from our side it's a yes Mrs Kim because we liked your daughter alot and my son needs someone like her innocent.... And fragile...."

Wth fragile? is that a compliment huh and they just saw me ..and said yes I didn't even get to put my point....but he was staring at me... up and down mostly on chest...and i didn't liked that and he wishper something to his dad and Mr Jeon said

" i think it will be better if they can talk in .. alone...and get some understanding "

Understanding? No no ..

" sure .. y/n go show him your room ..." My father said

But I didn't move... and jungkook stand-up from his place and grabs my hand i yanked my hand from his grip and went in my room as he came with ....me ....it was silent....he didn't said anything but steps closer towards me

" you were mine from the day you born... princess and what you think....you can show me your attitude and you will get away with it baby..."

" i-..what?..." He didn't answer....my question but pushed me towards the wall and gripped on my....vigina through the clothes....i... screamed in pain....

" ahh...i-its hurts please" i cried on his tight grip

But he was staring at me blankly

" this cunt ...is mine"

Then gripped on my hair

" this all is mine....." And he pushed me on the floor as he started removing his pants

" please no please!!! Leave me !!" I was begging him but he didn't listen me and started jerking off then he grabbed my hair again as I screamed in pain he pushed his dick inside my mouth and started mouth fucking me ... after 20 minutes he cums ...in my mouth and he pushed me on the bed ...and went down on his knees and started eating me out i couldn't help but close my eyes and after few more minutes when he was satisfied he stands up from his place

" gonna breed you....like the bitch you are and after that you have to say yes by yourself baby...."

And he started fucking....me... after half an hour...he stopped and looked at her who was crying mess but no one came to help her and she open her eyes

" i h-hate.... you so much"

" I am sure you do.....my darling but you can't do anything about it other than...to cry and have my babies " he smirked ....

" my dumb little lamb"

[konigschitzo]

Sugar Daddy Konig (Part 3)

Hello!!! Beautiful reader! I'm so happy to see you for part 3! I just wanna add as an author note that I love replies and hearing from you all it really makes my day, I actually jump up and down and SHOUT YIPPPIE <3 This was mostly a self-fulfillment project but im so glad people are enjoying it!!! Anyway, enjoy hanging out at the mall with Konig in this chapter, I'm sure it’ll be fun! ;)  ♡ ♡ ♡

PREVIOUS PART HERE!

Konig x Fem!reader and Horangi x Fem!reader

Adding more COD characters in future parts >ᴗ<

Reader is going to be fucking around…they be fighting over you for real!

MDNI!! 18+

Contains. Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers?, Sugar Daddy Konig, Motorcycle Horangi, Konig Dom, Sex eventually, Multiple men, more motorcycles…

I guess this is an AU.

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Drunk off adrenaline and Konig. You begin to sober up. Konig ducks his head getting out of the car, and begins walking to the passenger side. It seems like he can't wait to take you out. He wants to be seen with you. He opens the door, “Beautiful, I'm going to take such good care of you. I will make you mine and mine only.” He says, Reaching out his hand for you to take. He wants to be reassured that you are accepting his offer. Once you take his hand it's over, you will be his. At least for now. Horangi will have to wait because right now you crave what Konig would do for his wish. Anything. You place your hand on his. It's opposite the one he had inside of you, it's rough and warm. He's wearing a silver band on his thumb. Dare you say his hands are perfect? You're in love with just this man's hands. Maybe you could really start to like Konig… You look up at him. He is strong, you put your body weight onto his hand but his arm easily lifts you out of the car. His expressive eyes smiling with joy under his mask over just seeing you. Is this love at first sight for him or was he just in love with your Tinder pictures? Or only some idea of you? You think to yourself, why else would a man be so head over heels? If his idea of you was beautiful and perfect, you didn't really mind. You’re also going to need some reassurance it seems. The door automatically shuts behind you.

He puts his hand on your back as he walks you towards the entrance of the mall. You tug at your clothes insecure about not wearing something nicer. You didn't really care before over the phone but now that it's happening you wish this was a nice dinner you had prepared for instead. Even though you are both dressed down hes clearly got money and it shows in his clean clothes and expensive smell. You wish it could be so easy for you to be so ideal. He must’ve noticed, “You don’t have to worry about such silly things, I am going to buy you more than just clothes some new clothes.” he says smiling as he walks with you. You see him slyly hand his keys to a man in a nice suit before you enter the mall. You must have been a little distracted during the drive, not realizing he took you so far to a mall you have never been to. Looking around it has incredible architecture, multiple floors, and its spotless. You immediately notice it’s filled with expensive stores. Ones you've probably dreamt of shopping at. If only. “Don't be intimidated darling, you deserve this. I will lead you.” He says reassuring you. Let him take control. You speak, “Yes, Konig i’ll do what you want.” You can feel him shift, he instantly imagines you saying that while on your knees for him. “You’re not ready for what I really want, princess. This one.” He says motioning you into a women's clothing store. It has some stuff you would wear but also stuff Konig wants to see you wearing. He knows what he wants so well and he is already making sure he gets it. You wish sometimes Horangi would take charge like him…

“Welcome in Konig, I see you brought a friend today. My name is Molly. ” A well-dressed girl says as you enter. “What can I get for you today?” She says this time speaking directly to Konig. She knows him? Is she not put off by his mask? Konig gestures to a couple of things on the racks and speaks, “This, that skirt, that dress, maybe a purse, and shoes to match. In her size. Also a dressing room.” You realize he speaks to her deeper, not in the way he does for you. The accent makes it hard to tell but Konig has been using his polite tone with you despite making demands of you. “Yes sir.” She says kindly. You wonder why you don't like hearing her call him that. She begins preparing the dressing room. 

Konig enters the stall of the dressing rooms first, and you pause. Konigs sits down on a bench inside with his hands on his knees. In that voice, you love so much smiles and says, “What? Am I going to buy an outfit I haven't seen you in? That doesn't seem fair. Don't take back what you said. Come in. Schließ die Tür hinter dir ab.” Maybe he wishes you didn’t understand that last part. GOD German is never going to be the same after him… You enter reluctantly, as you look at him you get a glimpse down at his pants. He is hard… You begin to get red-faced hoping he doesn't notice. You don’t want him to know if you like that. He points, “I want to see you in that one, try it on.” It's a gorgeous dress, it certainly looks expensive, something you would never wear. A sparkly club dress? You take it off the rack. Konig speaks again, “Its okay baby, undress.” 

You face him, looking at each other. You can't get a read on those eyes. Squinting at him, you try to better understand what he is doing. He can see that you are flustered. He sees your uncomfortable, his expression unchanging. “Just turn around, then undress.” He says. He is firm but kind. You hand the dress to him and turn around reluctantly. You start removing your shirt and throwing it onto the floor just to get this over with. You feel his eyes observing you. Practically burning a hole into your back. You bend down and take off your shoes placing them to the side. He is studying every detail of you already and you start to remove your pants. You know he has to be excited by your ass coming out of your jeans, after all he was already hard. You wiggle your ass a little to tease him as you slide the pants down. You can hear him shift a little. You reach for the dress. YOU HANDED THE DRESS TO KONIG… He clears his through “Brauche etwas sweetheart?” After arguing with the fucking wall you turn around. You snatch it from him and quickly turn back. “Nervous?” He asks. “No, I've just never done something like this before.” You reply. “And what would that be?” He asks again. You ignore him. You realize that the dress is tight, it's going to take two people to put it on…and there are only two people in this dressing room. 

“Would you like some help?” He teases. You struggle to slip it on the zipper on the back. He stands towering over you from behind, he is so incredibly tall his presence is starting to make your heart race… You start to deny the offer, but he is already feeling your back preparing to zip up your dress. One hand on your lower back he zips it up. From behind you he points and says “The shoes too. They match.” You look down at the just as sparkly shoes on the floor. A rush of nerves shoots through you when you realize you are going to have to bend down to grab them. Without thinking about it further you bent down… nothing. You linger just a second too long. “Waiting for something, bent over like that?” He questions. “Come sit.” He offers his seat. He kneels in front of you helping put on your shoes for you. Looking up he admires the angle he has below you, “I thought we would have to try on the rest but this is perfect…” He smiles, his cheeks visible in the eye holes of his mask. 

He ended up buying you all of the clothes he picked out anyway. You stand out in the dress skipping around the mall with a way tall and older man in a mask, already holding your shopping bags. You cling onto his arm. Everyone must think he's your boyfriend, but you didn't mind. After all, you wanted to let loose a little. “Is it too late for coffee?” Konig asks. “Not at all…” You smile. I feel loved. You were nervous about shopping the rest of the night, so Konig bought you almost everything you looked at anyway, and then some. Completely unaware you had full control of his entire bank account.

On the ride home you small talk but learn nothing more about Konig, you just loved to talk to him and he was more of a listener anyway you guess. Arriving home it was close to 11 o'clock you were exhausted. Horangi was too. HORANGI..! He was waiting on his bike smoking his Lucky Strikes just like usual. Normally you'd be happy to see him, this was not a good time though. Konig opens your door and helps you out, “Hurry, your boyfriend might get jealous.” he chuckles to himself as he gets your bags out of the back. Horangi was waiting up for you. Probably so worried you had been kidnapped, after all, you were being tortured on the phone. Not wanting them to meet you say, “I'll take the bags inside, thank you, Konig.” Konig knows what you are doing but doesn't try to fight it. He hands you the bags and once your hands are full he takes your chin into his hand and kisses your lips. Staring down Horangi while he does it, he's not too worried about him. He knows exactly how to win you over… you talked a lot in the car… 

“Hello, Kim!” You shout as you run into the apartment building not wanting him to scold you. You know that wasn't the kind of guy since you weren't dating, but jealousy makes people act in mysterious ways. “It's Horangi remember!” He quickly replies. You blush…

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The next morning you hear a knock on the door. You stumble to open it. You're a mess, in a sleeping t-shirt and panties. Horangi notices and looks you up and down, “You're late for work…want me to drive you?” “I'm not going today, I'm sleepy.” You say rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “Shouldn’t have stayed out so late last night then, huh?” “Why do you care, you're not my boyfriend!” You protest. He is visibly upset by such harsh words “I know enough to know that guy is bad news, just be careful…I know I am not your boyfriend but I care about you!” “Somebody is jealous…” You tease. 

Your phone buzzes. Konig. Come out with me again my love, there's someone I want you to meet.

[rafesangel]

What about Xavier spoiling TF out of reader because he’s from a rich family? Like giving her really nice jewellery and clothes and whatnot. And people genuinely think she must be some sort of siren or something because how else could she possibly have the standoffish liner Thorpe wrapped around her finger? And reader’s literally hanging off of Xavier and giving him so many kisses and they’re both just soft for each other.

MY GIRL

yall do such good requests oml

feel free to do (more) requests!

i know they don’t have these really expensive stores in Jericho but just imagine they do

summary : ^^

Pairings : Rich!bf!Xavier x Gf!fem!reader

Warnings : pet names, overall just fluff

“Xavi, stopp!” I giggled as Xavier was placing soft kisses all over my face “sorry baby i just adore your face so much” he placed a last kiss on my lips and wrapped his warm arms around me, i rest my head on his chest and he starts playing with my hair.

“We should go shopping baby” he suggested, but i refused. “No Xavi, you already spent way to much money on me last week.” He widened his eyes and said “so what, i love to spoil you baby” I rolled my eyes at his answer “okay, but this the last time, okay?!”

He nodded and we stood up to get ready to go shopping, i showered, he showered after me. I was putting on my clothes and some jewelry.

“You look amazing baby” Xavier said as he was done with everything and put his creditcard in his pocket. “Okay lets go before i change my mind Xavi” he chuckled and we walked out off his dorm.

As we arrived to Jericho , Xavier immediately walked into a Jewelry Store, “Xav, slow down!” I almost yelled, but we already entered the store.

“Baby, do you think this is pretty?” He said looking at a Dior necklace “Yeah, but-“ he cut me off by grabbing the necklace and walking away, to a shelf stuffed with perfume.

“Xavi you know you don’t have to buy me all thi-“ he cut me off again by saying “i do, thats my job baby” i rolled my eyes and smelled the perfume he was holding. “Do you like it baby?” he asked and i nod. “Great, i love you baby” he said as we walked to the cash register “yeah i can see that..” I mumbled under my breath.

“That will be.. $640 dollars!”

my eyes widened and grabbed Xaviers arm “what wrong dear?” He asked me “Xavi, please don’t spend your money on me, its so much!” I told him, but he didn’t listen. We walked out of the shop but suddenly we stopped.

“Baby?” I looked up at him as he continued talking, “you know, you really don’t have to worry about me spending so much money on you, my family’s very rich.. my dad even gave me permission to spend so much money on you!! So.. you can tell me everything you want, ill get it for you” he smiled and i blushed.

“Well.. I really want new shoes..” i said while looking down at my feet, suddenly he pulled me against him and i looked up to him. “Shoes? Just shoes.. tell me more baby! Do you want new clothes, new make-up?” He chuckled.

“Well lets just walk into some stores and we’ll see then yeah dear?” He asked me “yeah sure Xavi” “well lets go baby!” He pulled out of the long and warm hug and we wandered into a shoe store

“Okay baby , just tell me which shoes you like okay?” I nodded and started looking around.

“Xavi!!” I almost shouted him over showing him the shoes

“wow baby these are very pretty!!” He said and gave me a kiss, “you done in here?” He asked and i nodded, we payed and left.

AFTER SHOPPING

“Baby i love you so much, you don’t know” he said before entering the quad. He wanted to hold my hand but my hands were full of bags, the door opened loudly and eyes were all over us, Xavier put his arm around my waist.

i saw Ajax and Enid, with Wednesday wandering behind them, coming up to us. “Oh. My. God. Y/N i love your nails! And your earrings, and outfit- ugh what am i saying, love everything on you!!”

“Well lets see what Xavier bought you mhm?” Ajax said sarcastically, but enid was close to peeking into the bags. “Baby, you can go, show Enid what your Amazing boyfriend bought you while shopping” he smirked as i rolled my eyes

“Bye Xavi, see you tonight” i gave him a last kiss and ran off with enid.

(Some things he bought you) :

Shoes, jewelry, sunglasses, clothes, makeup, lingerie, skincare products.

“Omg! Y/N, you’re so lucky, you must love him do you?” Enid asked you, and you nodded,

You loved him.

And he loved you.

[generic-sonic-fan]

Team Dark Week: Together/Journey

Summary: Rouge recalls some memories of her unlikely journey to becoming the leader of Team Dark. For @teamdarkweek.

2125 words, no content warnings

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“Hey, Rouge!” Amy waved from the sidewalk.

Rouge landed next to her. “Hey, hun. Sorry not sorry for being late.”

“I figured you would be, so I didn’t worry.” Amy smiled. “How’ve you been?”

“Busy. Now come on, let’s get our pampering on.” She gestured to the nail salon.

“Straight to the point! You’re a girl on a mission as always.”

They entered the salon and were brought over to the pedicure chairs. After removing her shoes, Amy jumped into the cushioned chair and stuck her feet into the pool of hot water below. Rouge followed suite. She activated the massage function and slumped back into her chair. The last mission had been particularly. . . eventful. The massage was doing wonders for her aching wings. 

Amy spared no time describing her latest conquest- a massive haul from her favorite consignment store. Rouge was content to sit back and soak it in, occasionally opening her eyes and glancing whenever Amy had a picture to show of the outfits she’d put together already.

“What about you, huh?” Amy asked. Before Rouge could reply, though, she continued. “How are Shadow and Omega doing?”

Rouge pouted. “How am I supposed to know?”

“Uh, I don’t know, they’re your friends?” Amy shrugged.

Fair point. “They’re off doing their own things.”

Amy twiddled her thumbs.

“You really associate them with me that much?” Rouge asked.

“Well gee, I didn’t think it was that bad of an insult!” Amy replied.

“That’s not what I meant.” She took a breath. “Just that, it only felt like yesterday. . .”

—

“I’m an independent contractor. IN-DE-PEND-ENT!”

“If you’re going to accept my offer, that is going to change.”

Rouge bared her fangs, then turned herself away from the bars of her cell, giving a “hmph!” for good measure.

“GUN agents do not work alone. We can’t risk losing communication with an agent on a vital mission.”

“Vital mission? What ‘vital mission’ are you going to send a jewel thief on, hmm?”

“Might I remind you where you are right now?” The officer paused, presumably making some grandiose gesture at the cell around her. “If you don’t accept our offer, you’re going to be serving jail time.”

“Not for long.” Rouge mumbled. 

“In maximum security, if you keep that up.”

Rouge covered her mouth. “Oops. Silly me.”

“So make your choice. You can stay in here. . . or you can work with us.”

“Alone.”

“You will be assigned a team.”

“No, I won’t. Not if you want my expertise. You sound very desperate if you’re begging for a known thief to join your cause.”

“Indeed, command is desperate, to consider a thief who’s actually been caught.”

Rouge hissed. “Then why don’t you go find a better one?”

The officer paused. “I-”

“Because there is no better one. Do you know why? Because I work alone. I don’t let anybody slow me down. So go ahead and let me rot in jail, if you’d like, but if you want me on your side you’re going to give me what I’m asking for.”

She looked over her shoulder to see the officer looking down. Her grin faded, however, when he tapped a button hidden under his shirt. It was then that she noticed the tiny wire sneaking up to his ear. A voice spoke from his earpiece, but even with her ears swiveled towards it she couldn’t make much out of it.

The officer looked up again. “Fine. We won’t pair you up with anyone, if you agree to be implanted with a chip that will track your location.”

“An implant seems like a lot of work. Why don’t I just have it, I don’t know, sewn into my clothes right here?” Rouge turned around and tapped her chestplate. 

“That isn’t secure-”

“Do you think I’m going to strip on the job?”

The officer stammered a bit, before shaking his head. 

“That would be very unprofessional. Now come on, get me out of here. And get me talking to who’s really going to be in charge of this mission.”

The officer grabbed the keys from his belt and unlocked the door. 

—

For calling himself a genius, Rouge had easily talked her way into becoming essential for Dr. Robotnik's little mission. The “Eggman” wasn’t all he was cracked up to be, pun intended.

But the small black-and-red hedgehog that followed him, Project SHADOW. . . now that was much more of a challenge. It was the sort of challenge that sucked her in, like trying to crack a bank vault or figuring out how to bypass GUN security systems. No person had ever caught her attention like this before. 

She needed to know more. She wanted to pick his brain about all the things she was seeing in his files. That was a stupid idea, of course. She couldn’t afford to get chummy, not when he was her mission. 

—

“Where is Shadow?” Rouge asked as Sonic stepped into the observation room of the ARK.

Instead of a quip, she saw Sonic stiffen. He shook his head. 

A sort of breathless gasp passed over not just her, but the entire room. Tails, Amy, Knuckles, even Eggman, to some extent. They wandered over to different windows of the observatory. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a star shooting down towards the surface of the planet. She froze. 

(If she didn’t look, it wasn’t real.)

Sonic tapped her on the shoulder. She exhaled, tried to paint a normal expression on her face, and turned to him. 

In his hand was one of those golden rings Shadow wore around his wrists and ankles. 

—

The golden band, an inhibitor ring, as she knew it to be now, sat on a shelf amongst her most prized jewels. 

—

Her heart stopped when she saw Shadow in that pod. Even when bullets started flying, she couldn’t get her limbs to work. 

“Shadow!” She cried as he tackled her out of the way. 

“Stay here.” He replied.

She looked over to see the source of the gunfire- some sort of fancy new Badnik model. Shadow lept around the room to avoid its fire. 

“MUST ERADICATE ALL EGGMAN ROBOTS!”

Now that didn’t make any sense. Eggman’s newest and best robot wouldn’t have a destructive streak like this. And the fact that it was currently attacking Shadow, the person that was in the pod, and not her, the intruder trying to steal that person in the pod, meant that-

Shadow charged. The robot put away its miniguns and pulled out a wicked pair of claws. Rouge jumped and flew between them. 

“Hey, hold up!” She screamed as she put a palm on each of their chests.

To her surprise, both parties actually listened.

—

They exited the basement of Eggman’s base. Shadow, now amnesiac. And E-123 Omega, a robot now out for revenge. 

As they exited out into the blue skies and palm trees, both stayed in the doorway. 

Rouge turned back, but any demand for them to hurry up dried on her lips when she saw Shadow’s face.

He blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Blinked again. Stared up into the great big sky above them, as if it might swallow him whole. His quills shivered as the warm breeze blew past him. 

The robot shook too, the metal plating clanging against itself drawing her attention away from Shadow. Behind the glass of his optics, his apertures expanded and shrunk three or four times before settling on a size. There was another noise, besides the wind, something whirring within him. Some sort of cooling fan, maybe.

Rouge was sure that Shadow’s metaphorical cooling fans were going off as well. 

An Ultimate Lifeform and an Ultimate Robot. Both looking like they were about to short-circuit after a ray of sunshine hit them. 

Something in Rouge’s chest clenched, making it difficult to breathe. She pushed it down. “You two ready?”

—

“Thank you for retrieving the Ultimate Lifeform.” The commander said to her. 

Rouge wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at Shadow, who was bristling under the attention of four technicians that were poking and prodding at him.

“All in a day’s work.” She replied. 

“And the capture of Robotnik tech is very impressive. Now that you’ve got it following your orders, order it to accompany the technicians back to the clean room so that it can undergo-”

“I DO NOT FOLLOW HER ORDERS!” Omega snapped. “I FOLLOW NO ONE’S ORDERS!”

“We know, we know,” she made a calming gesture to Omega, not that it’d do much, as she’d learned recently. “He doesn’t work that way. I’d suggest-”

Three GUN soldiers brought their rifles to their shoulders and pointed them at Omega. 

“You didn’t inform us that this one retained its autonomy!” The commander said pointedly. 

“Hey, HEY! Put those down!” Rouge ran in front of Omega. “He’s not gonna hurt you as long as you’re not an Eggman robot! Right?”

“IF THEY WISH TO APPREHEND ME TO OBSTRUCT MY MISSION, I INVITE THEM TO TRY.”

“You heard the robot! Put down your weapons.”

“Agent Rouge, we cannot allow it to simply roam free with its programming still intact.”

“Then I’ll get Sonic’s little squirt to evaluate him! Now put those away before he takes it as a challenge.”

The commander gave a gesture to the soldiers, and they lowered the rifles from their shoulders, only barely.

“Okay, good. Now let’s sort this out-” Rouge said.

“Rouge.”

Rouge whipped around to see Shadow being dragged led off by figures in white.

“Let him go!” she flew after him.

She grabbed his wrist and stopped the senior technician from going any further. 

“Agent Rouge! Explain your behavior at once.” The commander shouted.

“I won’t let you take him away!” She shouted back. “I won’t let you take either of them. They saved my life. They saved everyone from Metal Overlord! I’m not gonna let you dissect either of them- you owe them that much!”

“Both present a danger to everyone in this room if not evaluated.” The commander hissed. “Are you willing to put your reputation on the line for them?”

“Yes!”

The answer shocked her even coming out of her own mouth. She let go of Shadow’s arm and turned to find the commander with his hand on his chin. 

There was nothing left to do but double down. “We’re a team. Team. . .”

All GUN units needed a unit name. ‘Team Rouge’ would probably get an objection from the other two. ‘Team Jewel’ was too cliche. She looked between the two, then down to herself.

“Team Dark.” She said. “We’re Team Dark. We’ll get evaluated together, thank you very much. You’re welcome for our help in saving the world.”

The commander lowered his hand. “Very well. I’ll consider it. Guards.”

As the soldiers swept around them, she now found herself shoulder to shoulder with the hedgehog and the robot. 

She was never doing this again. She wasn’t liking being on this end of the equation, the one with no negotiating power, especially not on the behalf of two unstable superweapons who could decide at any point that she wasn’t worth their time. If she continued like this, she was going to end up dead or in someone’s prison cell or-

“Thank you,” Shadow whispered to her. 

She looked at him. He met her gaze. She glanced back to Omega. He met her gaze, too. 

Any regrets she had were gone as they were escorted down the hall. 

—

“Uhhh, Rouge? Rouge?” Amy waved her hand in front of Rouge’s eyes. 

“Hmm?”

“You, uh, kinda stopped talking.” Amy explained. “You were saying?”

Rouge took a moment to blink the rest of the memories away and remember where she’d left off. “Oh, nothing. Just how it only felt like yesterday since I stuck my neck out for those two idiots.”

“That’s a little mean of you to call them that.”

“And now we’re friends. So much so that it’s the first thing people like you think of when they see me, apparently.”

“Oh.” Amy relaxed.

“It means we’ve got work to do! We’ve got reputations to maintain, you know.”

“A reputation for what? Being broody loners?”

“That’s more Shadow’s speed. And besides, I doubt he has this problem.”

“Knuckles asked him how you were doing yesterday.”

“Well, Shadow’s always the more sentimental of the team. Omega certainly wouldn’t tolerate it.”

“. . . Tails didn’t even have to ask Omega about you guys before he started talking about what you were up to the last time you left him for repairs.”

“Really?”

Amy nodded. 

“Well,” Rouge looked down at her lap, “then I suppose everyone knows.”

“Knows what?”

“That we’re better off together.” 

Amy’s eyes lit up. “Awwwwww! See? Aren’t friends the best?”

Rouge rolled her eyes and whispered to herself, “despite everything.”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

7 AM IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Hello, hello!

That's our boy special holiday, the Let Papyrus says Fuck day! Here goes a little something I wrote especially for the occasion, because Papyrus is not a child and can fight your local Karen everyday.

The story is under the cut. You can read it too on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47914330

@letpapyrussayfuckofficial

Papyrus rarely lost his patience. He considered himself being a pretty open guy, about all sorts of things, even the one he didn't really want to hear but that people told to him anyways because he was suffering the syndrome of the "cute friendly face". But today? Today was too much.

He knew the second they moved in this part of the town that this Karen neighbor was going to be a problem. Sans said he was paranoid, that she was really sweet with him and that maybe he was thinking this too much. Yes, maybe she was nice with Sans (everyone was nice to Sans for some reason), but she surely had something against him specifically. He didn't understand why, he never did anything to that woman, but she simply hated his non-existent guts. How rude.

Papyrus tried everything to make friends: inviting her home for dinner, baking cute little cupcakes, even letting her borrow his washing machine when hers died, but was only rewarded with sassy remarks, dark stares and criticisms. "You know Papyrus, those cupcakes are pretty good for a child. A bit messy, but you know how children are. Oh sorry, Frisk did them, right?" She knew they did not. "Maybe you should use a smaller washing machine, since your are only two at home. You probably don't need that much clothes since you're a skeleton." Well, she clearly never had to go through one of Sans' ketchup wars to judge like that. "You could have way more friends if you put a little effort into it, Papyrus", "You should take exemple on my lawn, Papyrus", "Ah, yes, your car is twenty years old, right, Papyrus?".

Papyrus this, Papyrus that, Papyrus was going hecking crazy and no one seemed to notice. He was at his limit for a long time already.

But this, this was too much.

He just entered his car at 7 am in the morning, because Sans had a night hunger and emptied the whole fridge, and now there was nothing for breakfast. He just wanted to go to the grocery store, buy what he needed, and leave. He barely started the engine that, in the corner of his eye sockets, he noticed his neighbor coming at him, visibly furious. She was dragging two huge trash cans that she put in his alley, to prevent him from leaving the house. Papyrus grinned his teeth together, sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, before opening the window and forcing a false-friendly:

"HELLO DEAR NEIGHBOUR, DO YOU NEED SOMETHING?"

"Of course I need something! It is 7 in the morning and I worked late in the night! Your devilish machine is roaring like a dying truck! You awakened the whole neighborhood! Don't you know there's children sleeping so early in the morning! They have school soon. Can't you show a little respect or is it too much to ask Mr Papyrus?!"

Papyrus screamed internally. He literally just started his car, and it was obvious she was already waiting for him outside, searching for an excuse to come at him so soon in the morning. His car was electric and perfectly silent. She just wanted to scream at something, and that something was obviously him. Papyrus smiled patiently.

"ARE YOU FINISHED? CAN I LEAVE NOW?" he asked in a cold passive-aggressive tone that wasn't Papyrus-like at all. He didn't like to talk like this to people, but some people just deserved it.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? Cut the engine before I call the cops! You think you can do what you want? I lived in this street for 25 years and before you monsters came, it was a respectable side of the town. Now you are scaring the children, and making noise in the morning, and not even taking care properly of your house. Look at that lawn, it's disgusting! The old owners at least knew how to clean a wall! Yours is getting green!"

"YEAH, THAT MUST BE THE MONSTER'S FAULT, YOU ARE SO RIGHT!"

"Are you mocking me? You think I can't scream at you because you're a monster?! I am older than you! You need to respect the elders! I lived in this street for 25 years!"

"YOU ALREADY SAID IT, YES." he answered sarcastically. "KEEP PRETENDING I'M AN HORRIBLE PERSON, I'LL KEEP PRETENDING YOUR DISGUSTING LEMON SQUARES ARE EDIBLE, YADA, YADA. CAN I NOW PLEASE LEAVE MY HOUSE OR ARE YOU GOING TO BE AN OLD RACIST BOOMER ON ME AGAIN?"

"Excuse me?! How dare you! I am not a racist! I have a monster friend! You can't call people like that, it's illegal. I am going to report you, you hear me? I am calling the cops right now!"

"PLEASE DO. MY FRIEND UNDYNE IS COMMANDING THE POLICE STATION. I AM VERY SURE SHE WILL BE ENTERTAINING BY YOUR STORY. WELL, THAT WAS A NICE CONVERSATION. THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL LEAVE N-"

She suddenly angrily punched the front of his car, leaving a big mark on it. Papyrus' jaw stayed open, in shock. He slowly turned his head to hers. That's it, he was pissed off. And done with this shit. He opened his door. The neighbor suddenly threw herself on the ground, screaming like she was getting murdered. Papyrus looked at her blankly. What the-. He didn't have time for this! He angrily stomped to the end of the alley and kicked at full force the two trash cans, making them fall on the ground, and out of the way. Her neighbor kept screaming, the phone in her hand, and she apparently called the police. Greaaaaaaat.

Papyrus got close to her again. She screamed at him to stay away. He walked to her anyway and picked her phone up.

"HELLO? THIS IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS SPEAKING."

"Papyrus?" A raspy sleepy familiar voice answers. "The hell is happening? Someone called and then she was just screaming and I have a headache now."

"OH, GOOD MORNING UNDYNE! DON'T WORRY, THIS IS JUST MY NEIGHBOR. SHE IS CRYING BECAUSE SOMEONE CRASHED INTO HER WALL. BUT NOTHING IS BROKEN, NO NEED TO COME. YOU KNOW HOW THIS IS. ACCIDENTS."

"Oh, ok. Do you need hel-"

"HAVE A NICE END OF SHIFT, SEE YOU TONIGHT!"

He hung up. The neighbor looked at him in bewilderment. He gave her back the phone.

"YOU BETTER CALL YOUR INSURANCE COMPANY FOR THAT WALL, IT WOULD BE A SHAME THE OLDEST HOUSE OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD STAYS DAMAGED LIKE THAT. WHAT WOULD EVERYONE TELL? YOU? NOT TAKING CARE PROPERLY OF YOUR HOUSE?! THAT WOULD BE DRAMATIC!"

"What are you even talking about?"

"OH, NOTHING, I AM JUST RAMBLING. BYE!"

He got into his car, put it into reverse gear, and sped it. The car violently crashed into the neighbor's wall, not hard enough to hurt his precious car, but enough to create a large crack in the house.

"WOOPS!" he screamed from his window. "PEOPLE REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE IN THIS CITY!"

Papyrus waved goodbye to his speechless neighbor, showing his magnificent and best middle finger, and left for his grocery trip, a huge smile on his face. He never felt more satisfied in his life.

[icywaddle]

Mafumizu T4T shopping date?

Like newly realized transmasc mafuyu gets help from his partner mizuki and they end up at the mall where mafuyu gets a haircut and some new clothes

(Maybe already left mafumom because fluff)

Mafuyu stood in the middle of the clothing store, staring around with a deadpan expression as Mizuki held various shirts up to his chest, comparing styles and darting around like a mad gremlin. He sighed, reaching out and grabbing a hold of Mizuki’s collar to stop them.

“Wha- Hey!”

Mizuki yelped indignantly, flailing around and attempting to twist out of Mafuyu’s hold. Mafuyu sighed, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Mizuki to immobilize them.

How did I end up here…

It had begun earlier that day. Mafuyu had called Mizuki from Kanade’s house, stating that he needed some clothing advice. The fashionista had been quick to answer, picking up almost immediately.

“What am I working with here?”

Mafuyu had paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before speaking.

“I was wondering if you’d be free some time tomorrow to go shopping. My current wardrobe is… Well…”

Mizuki tutted their tongue, nodding even though they knew Mafuyu wouldn’t be able to see them do so.

“Overwhelmingly feminine? I getcha. Sure, text me when you’re ready and we can pick out some new stuff for you!”

Now? They were here. Under Mafuyu’s careful supervision, Mizuki swooped around the racks of clothing, inspecting various materials and either scoffing or tucking them into the former’s shopping basket. They stopped at one specific rack, grinning and holding up a pair of men’s cargo pants. They were baggy, covered with pockets, and the material seemed comfortable and durable.

“Ahh, these are nice as well! I used to wear them all the time back in middle… school…”

They trailed off, realizing they’d said a tad too much. Mafuyu, seeming to understand, shrugged it off, taking the pants and placing them in his basket.

“Is this enough…?”

Mafuyu asked, holding up the bag. Mizuki squinted, assessing the pile of clothes before tossing another shirt in.

“Better safe than sorry! Here, you should try them on!”

“Ah… Sure.”

Allowing himself to be led by Mizuki, Mafuyu made his way to the changing rooms. Mizuki stopped at the door, pulling up a stool and sitting outside in the hallway.

“Go ahead and try everything on. I’ll wait for you out here.”

For a second, Mafuyu hesitated, as if wanting to say something. But, the moment passed. He nodded, slipping into the room. Fifteen minutes later, he emerged with the clothes neatly folded into two piles. He tucked the smaller one away onto a shelf and put the larger one back into his bag.

“I’ll take these.”

“Ooh, lemme see!”

Mizuki rifled through the bag, careful not to ruin Mafuyu’s careful folding job. They nodded approvingly, grinning and ruffling Mafuyu’s hair.

“Good choices! Aww, I guess I’ve been rubbing off on you!”

Mafuyu leaned into the touch, letting his lips curl into a small smile.

“Yeah. I suppose.”

Mizuki glanced up, running a hand along Mafuyu’s hair.

“Though… What do you plan to do with your hair?”

Mafuyu debated it. He didn’t really mind the longer length, but… It had been a while since he’d gotten a haircut anyway.

“Mm… I think I’m going to cut it.”

Mizuki took Mafuyu’s hand, twining their fingers and leading him to the cash register.

“Oh well, I’ll miss braiding it~”

Their tone was light and joking as they grinned and flicked the tiny braid they’d threaded into Mafuyu’s hair earlier that day.

“Still, I know the perfect place! We can go there next.”

After paying, the two walked through the mall. Mizuki had tried to take the bags, but Mafuyu had insisted on carrying them. The former had pouted about it, but decided holding Mafuyu’s hand would be enough. They entered the barbershop, Mizuki smiling and waving to a man standing by a shelf in the corner.

”Yo, Miyamoto!”

The man turned around, grinning ear to ear and walking towards Mafuyu and Mizuki.

“Akiyama! Good to see you! I don’t suppose you’re here for a trim, hm?”

Mizuki shook their head.

“You wish. I’m here for my boyfriend. Do you have space for a drop in?”

Something in Mafuyu’s heart fluttered at that word. Boyfriend. My boyfriend. He liked it. It felt like… He was someone. He belonged somewhere. He gently squeezed Mizuki’s hand, a warm wave of gratefulness washing over him. Mizuki squeezed back, smiling at him.

Miyamoto nodded, waving them over to a chair.

“For a friend of yours? Any time!”

He walked over to a shelf, grabbing a small book and flipping through the pages.

“Here are some hairstyles. Have a look and tell me when you find something you want!”

Mafuyu took the book, flipping through the pages as Miyamoto gently draped a smock-like barrier over their shoulders and began setting up his work station. After a minute or two of flicking around, Mafuyu stopped on an image. It reminded him of someone he’d seen years ago, back in middle school. Miyamoto peeked over his shoulder, noticing the picture.

“That one?”

Hesitating only a moment, Mafuyu nodded.

“Ahh, that brings back fond memories.”

Miyamoto took the book, setting it on the counter.

“Why, Akiyama, you used to-”

Mizuki sped over, slapping a hand over Miyamoto’s mouth.

“Aha… I introduced another friend to Miyamoto before, and they chose the same hairstyle as you!”

Their grin was slightly strained as they kept their hand tightly on Miyamoto’s face.

“… I see.”

Surprised at Mizuki’s sudden change in demeanor, Mafuyu simply nodded. An awkward silence followed, so he decided to break it.

“But… could you keep the sides a little bit longer?”

Miyamoto, now freed from Mizuki’s grasp, nodded.

“Y-Yeah, sure! Should be easy enough.”

In the mirror, Mafuyu caught a glimpse of Miyamoto and Mizuki, the former shooting the latter an apologetic look. Miyamoto shook himself off, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and lowering Mafuyu’s head over the sink.

“Are you alright with me touching you? Like, washing your hair and whatnot.”

Mafuyu nodded as best he could with his head resting over the sink. Miyamoto gave him a thumbs up, untying Mafuyu’s hair and tucking it into the sink before turning on the water and letting it cascade over Mafuyu’s hair. It felt warm, calming. Mafuyu closed his eyes, relaxing his neck and letting Miyamoto do his work. His fingers were gentle as he massaged shampoo into Mafuyu’s scalp, running it through and getting it all the way through his hair. He gave it a rinse, switching to conditioner and going for the ends of Mafuyu’s hair.

Mafuyu almost fell asleep, dozing in and out of consciousness until he felt a kiss pecked on his nose. He opened his eyes a centimeter, finding Mizuki’s face over his.

“You’re really tired, huh?”

Blinking lazily, Mafuyu responded.

“Mmmm. Yeah.”

Mizuki shook their head, giving Mafuyu another kiss on the forehead.

“Jeez… You need to stop staying up so late. You do enough work as is.”

Mafuyu shrugged slightly.

“But… I want to spend time with you.”

Shaking their head, Mizuki hovered a finger over Mafuyu’s lips.

“Shh. No buts. You need rest. We’ll hang out some other time.”

Mafuyu sighed, raising his head and gently brushing his lips to Mizuki’s hand.

“If you insist…”

Mizuki’s slightly flushed face was quickly replaced by Miyamoto’s, as the latter sat Mafuyu up and began blow drying his hair. It felt melancholy, but strangely liberating. Knowing that this was the last time he’d experience the tedious process of drying several feet of hair, gently pulling a comb through and untying each individual knot.

“Last chance to change your mind. All set?”

Miyamoto paused, scissors in hand, and gave Mafuyu a glance in the mirror in front of them. Mafuyu closed his eyes, reliving every memory he’d made with that hair. He recalled an old fairy tale, told to children before bed to keep them consistent with their hygiene. His own mother had leaned over his bedside late at night, whispering soft tales in his ear. With a soft smile, she’d caressed his hair and told him how hair held memories, and how he should take care to maintain his. If all that had been true…

“Yes.”

Snip.

Maybe this could be a new beginning.

A/N:

Thank you @insaneithinkyoumeansilly for sending in the ask!!

So sorry for the delay! Here’s my first ask, complete with a little doodle (again, sorry if it looks a bit off- it was a bit low effort lol)

Word count: 1,356

[simp4manyppl]

𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅- 𝑴𝑩𝑱 💞

1 A.M.

Y/n:

I hear the front door open and a sigh followed along with it, I'm sat on the couch of living room in our luxurious home, in my white lingerie and my rose silk robe, my hair in a messy bun, Wine in hand and an angry scowl on my face.  The living room light catches his attention before he heads upstairs, he makes his way to the living room. 

"Baby?" He calls to me, entering the living room, he lets out a sigh of relief with a smile.

"Hey baby" He beamed walking up to me, I finish my wine and stand up, Michael's smile widens thinking I'm going to show him affection until I walk past him and place my glass on the counter pour myself another glass. He walks up to me placing his arms around my waist.

"What's wrong baby?" He asks me, like hell, what's wrong is that we were supposed to be hosting a damn dinner with YOUR  damn parents, I needed one thing from the store, you offered to go get for me. "Five minutes baby. Five minutes" Five minutes turn into an hour and your parents are here and I have nothing to serve them except some dry ass pasta and wine. and did I mention the fact that my mother-in-law despises me now more than ever? That's what's wrong. But am I gonna say that?

No.

Not yet at least. 

"Michael... What time is it?"  I attested, he lets out another sigh and slowly rubs my waist.

"I'm sorry baby, I know, it's late" He apologizes.

"Late...? Michael, it's 2 am, we were was supposed to have dinner with your parents 6 hours ago, 6 HOURS!" I fumed, I set down the wine and the glass and he lets me go, I turn around and face him, his face completely relaxed as if he's ready for what's about to come to him but before that happens I give him a chance to explain.

"So? where were you? with another woman, you're little play thang?" I accused him.

"By the time I got out of the shop, I had gotten a text from Bryson saying it was an emergency, and I headed there to go help him out" He explains, I scoff

"And maybe just maybe you couldn't call me and tell me that? Instead you had me waiting for hours with your parents  who travelled to come see you and you weren't even here! I had to serve them some dry ass, plain ass food to my in-laws and now my mother in-law despises me more than ever all because my husband couldn't call me or text me to tell me that he's gonna be late and he we would be home around 2 A.m.!" I yelled at him, he stands there accepting the scolding which pisses me off even more.

"God! Say something!" I scream, I'm pissed, my fists clenched, and my face is on a whole different level. He wraps his arms around my waist and before I object he kisses me. slowly massaging my waist, I'm still pissed but before I can say anything he picks me up and takes me to our shared bedroom.

He sits on the bed with my legs straddling him, I pull away, he slowly pushes the sleeve robe to the side playing with my bra strap.

"Michael you can't just-" I exclaim before he cuts me off.

"You know I love you right?" He asks, I nod, His lips land on my neck and I feel his hot breath against my lips.

"So, what made you assume I was cheating on you?" He asks kissing my neck, I'm left speechless as I feel his bugle harden under me.

"Hm? I'm asking you a question honey" He spoke, I don't know what came over me, but I gave in, Michael pulls away from me and I begin to slowly ride him through his sweats earning a moan from him. 

He stills my hips and I whine looking at him. I strip of my robe, he's taking of all of his clothes leaving him completely naked, I undress and slowly climb on top of him, I tease him with my already wet folds, and let out a soft moan. I look at him in the eyes challenging him to do something.

"I hate it when you tease me baby" He groans.

"Well you should've thought about that before you came home at 2" I  remind him. He lets out a sigh 

"I guess I'll have to do this myself"

He flips us over with him on top of me, his snobby smirk makes me flustered as I look away and  without warning he's already in me. I arch my back in pain ad it slowly fades into pleasure.

"Michael!" I cry out as he continues to thrust in out of me. My around his back, my nails digging into his back, his fast and hard thrust's cause an early orgasam. before I can speak he lifts one of my legs adding to the pleasure, his thumb slowly rubs my clit all while he was inside me.

I'm a moaning mess my words are just moans, my body is in a sense of euphoria as he continues to thrusts becoming sloppy telling me he was close. Whitin seconds he came inside me along with my orgasam. he pulls out, his heaving breaths I'm still in a euphoric mode trying to recover, just as I am is hands cup my boobs as he slowly rubbing them I let out little moans, I watch him go down on me as he licks my clit.

"fuck, baby!" I whine, my eyes roll to the back of my head as he begins to eat me out. I buck my hip as another orgasam slips up. He pulls away, now his two middle fingers are in me and he's fingering me fast, curling his fingers on certain occasions, Before I can speak my orgasam reaches it's all time high and I release my orgasam without warning, I squirt all over his arm, he pulls out his fingers and licks the juices.

~An hour later~

We both lay back on the bed with exhaust and relief. My body is numb and I know I won't be getting anywhere today... I slowly turn to Michael as he cuddles me and we drift off to sleep. 

(Hey! If you enjoyed this small peek of my mbj story you should go check out the rest of the story on my Wattpad @simp4manyppl on wattpad! Send a 🤎 so ik your from tumblr

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[whispering-coffee]

I’ve been holding this off for a while mainly cause I was afraid of doing it but I finally pulled through and now I have a story to share with ya’ll explaining what happened during my hold at the mall!

I went dressed in black leggings and a sweater, bummer that it wouldn’t show I know but i was nervous! I had drank some before leaving my house so by the time I had arrived at the mall i was already feeling the need.

To make sure I was going to suffer (I know i know im a masochist bite me) i drank an entire water bottle i brought with me in the car before actually heading into the mall. So yada yada time passes and im trying to figure out what to do at the mall and I go get myself a drink at the food court then i head off to look around the stores.

About an hour in the mall and its starting to feel pretty urgent but not bursting so i decided hey, why not play a game with myself, and got into a bathroom line. However once i actually went into a stall i just sat there fully clothed not doing anything, still holding it in then shortly after left. Trust me i was getting pretty bored here to have to do that.

I got another drink and finally after finishing it I was getting antsy, crossing my legs and shuffling my feet while i sat at a table.

HEY IF YOU’RE SKIPPING THROUGH THE POST TO FIND THE INTERESTING PARTS ITS OVER HERE

So i go back to looking around stores, feeling my bladder ache each time i take a step and now im actually like, nervous because like its dawning on me that Im really doing this in a public place. Let me say its pretty crowded, its not like the mall barely has anyone in it. So here i am standing around in the corner of a store thinking to myself if I really wanna do it, i was thinking for like a good 5-10 minutes walking back and fourth till i decided i was gonna pull through, after all i made a promise that i would post something interesting and different ;p

I leave the store and about another hour passed and im pretty desperate, like constantly moving around wanna put my hands between my legs desperate. But since it was a public place i couldnt really just do that unless i had to go REALLY bad (foreshadowing haha).

Did i mention it was really cold in the mall, only made everything worse xD

Anyways so Im pretty desperate, i take a seat at the food court again and get ONE MORE drink, and as im sipping on it im squirming in my seat cross legged, im sure anyone who’s into omo would immediately catch on if they saw me.

Just a little bit later im scrolling through my phone with my other hand on top of my lap (not between my legs just yet)

Now Im REALLY anxious because its getting to the point where I know im going to have an accident soon so i get up and just start walking around with my chest aching from nervousness. I even stared at the bathroom in contemplation before walking away.

A couple minutes of aimless walking and i end up having to sneeze.. needless to say a little bit escaped but i stopped it albeit i looked a little silly. My heart dropped during it too.

About ten or twenty so minutes and i have to go REAAALLY bad and im super anxious, i even entered a bathroom line thinking i didnt want to actually wet myself but after a couple minutes of waiting in line i felt another leak which automatically prompted a hand to crotch response, you can imagine my embarrassment.

After the leak I was honestly horrified but also having a LOT of fun, i was close to having an accident so I decided to try to find a secluded area in the mall to hang around in for when i lose control. Each step i took was agony to take but i kept movin, slightly bent over too.

Eventually i found an area where not alot of people were, there were still some but it wasnt as crowded as the other areas. It was like this dead end section with nothing of interest other than a few benches and stores.

I stayed here for about a couple minutes, mild panicking, hella anxious, and kiiiind of excited. Thats when i started losing control. I was kind of in a little corner where a protrusion of wall was blocking me but if you’d still be able to see me if you walked closer to the dead end.

It was a mix of terrified excitement when i tried to stop the flow but couldnt. The sounds of my pee hitting the floor wasnt helping. I dont think anyone actually noticed plus since I was wearing black leggings it wasnt super noticeable. I promptly rushed my way out of the mall keeping my head down leaving behind that puddle.

When i got back to my car i put out the towel i had stored in my trunk over my driver seat so i wouldnt ruin my car seats and kind of just sat in the car thinking about what happened. At the end i actually found the experience really enjoyable and might do it again ;)

[welldonekhushi]

Under My Spell | Part 4

Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Part 4 of Under My Spell!

Note: I wanted to end the story at part three itself hoping you all make the assumptions, since it was about Y/N being rescued after falling for Alejandro's tactics. But because the love you gave for this story.. and the growing ideas I had for this series.. here's part four 🥹

And also! If you aren't able to find the part you want to read in this series, just go through my #under my spell tag to browse through all my parts of the story! Hope you enjoy it! <3

Time passed, but you could never have forgotten that one night.. that changed your life forever. Alejandro.. Rudy.. those two people you met. You could only remember escaping the void with Rudy away from Alejandro's deadly reality and soon disappearing from your eyes once you wake up. Your mind wandered with many questions, wanting to know the answers to everything.

You kept seeing him with the wide-brimmed hat, the suit, the flying cape, the guitar.. and those glowing green eyes. They were likely enticing, and disastrous at the same time. It reflected how much terror that entity caused all around Mexico and now it had found that one target he could never back off from achieving it. You still felt haunted, despite how hard you tend to forget it.

Though, the man named Rudy saved you from Alejandro from taking your soul. But where did he go too? Was he still alive? Or was he.. just some illusion that guided you the way out? You were in your hotel room, laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling while you were drowned in your thoughts. Constant doubts filled your head, and it started to ache your head so bad. Grabbing the painkillers beside your bed, and chugging them down with the water, you place a hand on your head, trying to relax while you close your eyes, sighing.

".. I can't get him off my head." You said to yourself. "Why do I keep seeing him?" The rest was a blur in your head, since it was hard for you to recall. You couldn't even sleep properly, the moments just rewinding in your head like an endless dream. You kept seeing Alejandro. His face, his eyes, his beauty.. everything.

A part of you said Alejandro tried to kill you. Whatever Rudy said about him being an actual demon, created a different image of him in front of you. But the other part said.. he didn't mean to do it. He was nice, and wanted you to enter his world no matter how harsh and rough it looked. So many conflicting opinions fill your head and make it ache worse.

"Maybe it'll be better if I just slept." You sighed and buried your face on the pillow, trying to sleep your eyes out. A few moments later, you were able to rest yourselves and fall into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you woke up, your hair messy and mouth drooling, rubbing your eyes as the sunlight hit your vision. Checking it's about 7:30 AM on the clock, you put your feet on the ground and leave your bed, going to brush your teeth and get ready for breakfast. After getting bathed and fully clothed, you checked your fridge to see what could be there inside, and you find less items to eat. Sighing as you feel the need to go to the grocery store, you grab your purse and walk towards the shop nearby your house. It was a huge benefit for you especially in case you ran out of food and had the immediate need for any items.

"Thought of having a nice breakfast with eggs and toast, isn't that Y/N?" You said to yourself, grabbing a package of eggs and bread slices, before paying the cashier and going back home. You were already done so you grabbed the bag and stepped out of the store, checking your phone for any messages.

It was one of your friends, asking about if you're doing well and good. You were kind of scared to tell them about what happened to you last night but you preferred to keep it confidential in the meantime. So you were just reading their messages and got distracted, till that time you accidentally bumped into someone from the shoulder, almost making you fall down, but luckily you didn't and the items you brought didn't fall too.

"Oh no, I'm very sorry, I hope you're—" You cut yourself mid sentence when suddenly your eyes met that person whom you accidentally bumped with. It looked too familiar, and known, much to your shock. Your eyes widened and your mouth slightly gaped when you saw.. him.

He tilts his head, and looks at you confusedly. "Uhm, are you okay, señorita?"

You tried to get back to your senses to give a response, but it felt as if you were never going to be normal anymore. You let out a shaky response, but enough so he couldn't hear.

".. A-Alejandro?"

He raised an eyebrow, since he didn't catch you. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, I mean.. i-it's fine.. don't worry. I wasn't watching the road.."

He chuckled. "Make sure you don't use your device in the middle of a road, it'll only give you harm, cariño."

".. o-okay.. thank you. I think I'm getting late so.. have a nice day!" You nodded, and immediately began to run away back home as fast as you can. You entered your house and shut the door tight, panting in a panicked manner since you couldn't believe the visual you just noticed through your own eyes.

"Alejandro is.. alive?" You shivered and kept the groceries on the counter, and stressed your forehead. "No.. no no no no.. it can't be.. it must be the painkillers' side effects. Am I hallucinating? God, Y/N get your back together!" You knocked your head and tried to focus. "But.. didn't Rudy.."

You had a flashback of Alejandro getting stabbed by Rudy in the back, and the last time you saw him was dying in pure vain, and escape the reality. But how was it possible? Alejandro acted more human than his previous self when you met him. It was now confusing you more and more, and you clenched your head.

"Fucking hell." You groaned. "What is going on.." Everything was getting past your mind and making it worse, like as if Alejandro was now a part of your lifestyle and it wouldn't even let go of you anymore. Maybe you were just hallucinating, and you saw Alejandro because you kept seeing him in your dreams, and he couldn't even act that nicer.

All your hunger for eggs and toast just vanished for real, when you had that disastrous encounter between you and.. the demon. Who acted like he didn't know you. Or did he know already, and wanted to pursue you again? Start all of this from scratch? No way.

As you kept thinking about it, you heard a doorbell, making you gasp. It was so unsure what was behind the door, and you hoped it wasn't him, who found your way back here. Gulping, you walk towards the hall, to grab the door handle, and clench your eyes to open the door, only to realise that it was not Alejandro, but a woman on your doorstep. She had black, short-trimmed hair, with a slim face. She smiles at you and greets you. "Hola, señora. I hope I didn't disturb you."

You tried to say something, and you did. "N-no, you didn't! And hello.. how may I help you?"

"Oh, I wasn't here for any help. But, I want to.. talk to you about something.. necessary. Only if you allow me in I can." The woman said in a concerned tone, and your eyes suddenly relaxed in an unsure way. You didn't understand what was necessary that the woman came walking to your doorstep, but you didn't mind bringing her in so you can get to know about it. Nodding, you open the door wide and let the woman in, closing it and walk inside the living room.

You and the woman got seated, as you were ready to listen to her. "Okay so.. what was the necessary thing you wanted to talk about?"

The woman shifted herself comfortably, crossing her legs while she talked. "You know him.. right?"

".. know whom?" You raised an eyebrow.

The lady sighed, looking at you. ".. I meant.. Alejandro Var—"

You backed off from the couch, and stood up, not believing what the woman tried to say. How does she know about him?

".. h-how do you.. k-know.." You said, stuttering. The woman stood up and tried to calm you down.

"Señora, calm down. I didn't mean to make you feel like this, but.. I'm glad I found you, so I can talk to you about this."

Your eyes can't believe that the woman you just met actually knew about Alejandro. It was so suspicious to you already that he had a past and she was a part of it too. Looking at her horrified, you let her continue.

".. I found you near the grocery store, when I was outside trying to avoid my eyes out of Alejandro himself. When I quietly saw you bump into him and felt shocked, I realised that you had a connection with him too." A flashback shows you at the grocery store with Alejandro, where the woman watched you two secretly before you ran away from him. ".. this is why.. I came here, travelling to help you. Because you're not the one who went through this."

The woman comforts you, while she speaks. ".. Alejandro is.. the El Charro Negro. Am I correct?"

You nodded, weakly and in pure horror. She understood and chuckled. "Then I'm in the right place. This is where, I'm here to help you."

You quickly grabbed her hands, and looked at her desperately. "Please.. whatever you can do, is to help me. I don't know what's going on.."

"I used to feel that too, miel. But I did find a way to overcome it, and I know you'll too." The woman nods, and smiles, getting up on the couch as she walks around the room. "If you allow me to take you to the one person who would actually help you in this mess."

"Who?" You asked, eagerly. And the woman turned around, looking at you for a brief moment till the scene switches to a small village area, where you saw everyone taking care of each other, and handing each other stuff as if they were working on something. While you go through your journey of exploration, you find your way upstairs to someone else's house, the one that you've been looking for.

The woman opened the door, and checked the place to see if anyone was around, and your eyes went to the flasks, books, and candles around the shelf. The room was well-detailed and clean, though it was a bit small. The woman nodded at you, wanting you to wait for a while. Suddenly, someone comes out from the curtains to arrive at the living room to check who it was.

"Como puedo ayudarte—" It was a man, who stopped at its footsteps the moment he saw the two of you. Especially his eyes widened at the sight of you, being at his home.

".. Valeria?" The man furrowed his eyebrows, calling out the woman's name who brought you here. She turns around to you, concernedly.

"She needs your help." Valeria left your hand and made you walk towards the man, who you already knew about. The one who saved you from trouble and made you escape the reality.

".. Rudy?" Your lips made you leave his name, and realised that all this time, Rudy existed, and was living a normal life here all the time. He itself, couldn't believe that you would find a way out here. He thought it would not be safe to come, but he understood for what reason you stepped in here.

Rudy straightens his eyebrows, and purses his lips, nodding. "Hello again, Y/N."

[sublimecatgalaxy]

liz💓💓 you already know how obsessed i am with pedro lol can i request something where the reader and joel are out looking for supplies when things start to get a little spicy and joel basically has to try and keep her quiet so that they don’t get caught by clickers? this is probably terrible but just the thought of joel whispering in my ear makes my head spin 🤭

I would literally do anything for you- so yes. I didn't know how spicy you wanted this so I went with my gut. This is definitely smut LMAO.

"You sure we're good here for the night?" Ellie asks behind me, her hand gripping onto mine tighter as I turn to Joel who gives me a hesitant look, rapping his fingers against the door of the department store that we've entered quietly.

Nothing happens, no clicking, no mumbling, nothing. Just pure and utter silence that happens to be more terrifying anything.

Joel waves us on to follow him, his gun ready at his side as he carefully and calculatedly steps around the stems on the ground, careful to not awake the hoard just a half mile away. Ellie looks up at me and holds the flashlight beneath her chin with a giggle, forcing a laugh out of me but our fun is killed when Joel turns around with a scowl and he reaches up to press a finger to his lips.

"Joel, look." I reach out to grab his hand in mine after pointing towards the wall of camping gear and he relaxes a bit, turning back to me with a soft, proud smile- maybe not a full smile but it's something.

"Did he just smil-"

"We don't mention it." I whisper to Ellie as she giggles under her breath, gripping onto my hand before I can let go of Joel's hand, he squeezes mine tighter, not letting me go as we continue towards the object of our affection, the huge tent on the wall and the supplies scattered around it.

We work on gathering what we can into the bags that we find, canteens, packaged food, canned food, first aid kits for mine and Ellie's clumsy asses, but most importantly we found texts and blankets that would end up doing us well.

"Was that thunder?" Ellie asks after the blatantly loud crash that could genuinely be anything in the state of the world that we're in. But another loud crash fills the room along with a bright flash of lightening and I jump, looking to Joel with a frantic look.

"We can set up camp here." Joel's stern voice almost comforts me because I know that he'd never steer us wrong or lead us down a bad path, always wanting to keep his two girls safe. "Set up the tents, rest a bit." He claps his hands with a sigh, reaching down to grab his back and a tent before turning to us.

"Seems like we're pretty safe here for now." I shrug, looking to Ellie who isn't completely convinced of our plan to hunker down. I know she's eager to get to her final destination and, don't get me wrong, so are we, but it's hard to be up and moving for days, especially in this world. "I say we do it." I give her a nod, reaching out to pat her shoulder soothingly and she nods. "Am I with you or Ellie?"

"With me." Joel says before I can even get the sentence out and he begins to walk away, expecting me to follow. but I'm stuck in my place, looking to Ellie with wide, shocked eyes. She laughs and gives me a little nudge in his direction and I can feel an anticipatory shiver run down my spine.

"You heard the man, go."

It takes a bit for us all to get settled, Joel helping Ellie and I both put our tents up before we allow ourselves to settle into our respected spaces, unpacking and actually changing out of the clothes we've been in for days on end now.

It's hard not to watch him as he turns his back to me, stripping himself of his shirt, revealing the strong muscles of his back and neck, his biceps clenching with every move while he puts on a new shirt. I try to do the same, I try to pick my jaw up from the floor and finally change- the only thing I've been thinking about for days- but now that I'm here, alone with him for the first time in at least a week, all I can think about is reaching out and touching him.

But I don't.

"Do you have an extra shirt, Joel?" I ask timidly, rubbing my arms that are covered in goosebumps, biting at my lip as Joel rummages through his bag, pulling out a large t-shirt before tossing it in my direction. "Thanks."

I sit up, stripping myself of my shirt as I wrap my arms around my bare chest, feeling Joel shift behind me as I feel a hand on my bare waist.

It's been so long since we've had the time for him to touch me, only sneaking quick grazes of our hands against one another while we've had Ellie attached to us.

I shiver against his touch, neck craning back to look at him and he smiles softly, wrapping his other arm around me, hand coming up to wrap around my throat, thumb rubbing gently against my jaw as he pulls me back into him.

His lips find my neck, free hand that's not keeping up chin tilted upwards travels down my chest and waist, touching and exploring every inch of my free skin. Anywhere he can reach, he'll touch.

"Missed you." I whisper, tilting my head to catch his lips in a heated kiss, my whole body warming after being out in the damp cold for so long, and I move to turn in his grasp, sliding effortlessly into his lap with a moan.

"'m right here-" I pause against his lips as I clear clicking outside, my jaw dropping and eyes lifting to look back at the door and Joel freezes against me. "Shh." He whispers, rubbing my back soothingly as the clickers seem to pass by the tent, not bothering to tune in on the way that I'm breathing and for a minute, Ellie passes through my mind, wondering if she hears them too.

"Fuck." I mutter moments later, hearing tapping on the tent wall and I fly to slip a sweatshirt over my head as the door begins to unzip. Joel's armed in nearly a second, gun positioned firmly towards the door as Ellie shows up in the gap of the tent wall

"It's me!" She squeaks, tossing her backpack into our tent and I give Joel a look and a pregnant pause falls over the tent as Ellie looks around behind her. "They're gone." She breathes a sigh of relief and shivers, looking to Joel in a pleading look. "I hate to kill the romance but can I hang in here for the rest of the night. If I'm going to die, so are you guys."

"That's the whole point of protecting you. C'mon kid." I giggle, tugging her into the tent and into my arms as she cuddles into my sleeping bag, Joel glaring at us from across the tent with his oh so familiar scowl.

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[youkaitwig]

Right... So. I'm Twigy or Zoey or Lilith. All are fine, kinda use them all interchangeablely these days. I'm a transfeminine genderfluid person. Have a preference for She/Her or They/Them but don't mind neo-pronouns. Just... no masculine ones, please.

So. Realising I was trans was a bit of a nightmare. Small rural-ish town meant that I wasn't really exposed to much in the way of anything LGBTQA. While I had thoughts of being a girl when I was young, I legitimately thought everyone had thought like that. So for years there was just this silent thought in the back of my mind. "What if I was a girl?" Little did my kid self know.

I didn't really address it until I was in my late teens. I always hated how I looked and tried a bunch of ways to try and make it work. Never did. Around this time, I also got into a few things and kinda... stopped caring if people saw my hobbies and likes as effeminate. Even looked into potentially crossdressing but it didn't go anywhere because trying to source clothing back then was even harder as I didn't know sizes nor any good stores.

I also entered a relationship with another guy online but... that's honestly something I look back on with a little pain these days. A lot of this time is honestly a muddled mess in my head. But I think it was my later teens to early adult years when I finally made that connection.

That I was most likely transgender and have been suffering from gender dysphoria for quite awhile. So while I was figuratively and kind of literally in the closet in my real life, my online presence changed a good bit. I came out and.. well kinda didn't do a whole lot. Most of the communities I'm in were already positive on the LGBTQA front so it was an easy transition in that sense.

But... oh boy. Trying to get any progress to transition in a physical state? It took multiple years and the realisation that my prior GP was pretty much dicking me around to get any progress regarding it. Been two years since I got mess sorted.

But I kinda only really started to really put in effort to changing about a year back. A bit of envy during a spiral of depression set it into motion. Started to kinda.. Figure what makes me into me. But the thing is?

I don't know. I'm trying to piece together a puzzle without a solution. But the more I thought and the less it made sense and the less my identity even made sense. But then I kinda realised something.

I've always been trying to rebuild from what I once was. What I was metaphorical broken of. When I had that revelation, I realised that I might be genderfluid because there are days and even weeks that I genuinely do feel that I fit more into the definition of non-binary. It's always been there. Like how I'm also female on others. It was this that I stopped looking at the pieces of my broken self and started to do something.

I started anew. While I had done a few things like getting piercings and my hair dyed. I started changing more. More piercings I would never thought I would ever get. Clothing that I would never thought I would own. And even getting confirmation that I have ASD.

So I exist here. Still trying to rebuild myself once more. But from a fresh start. It's kinda rough honestly because I still don't fully understand... Well, me. It's a slow process but one I am getting through.

[xkv8r]

Hi, I'm XKV8R and I write 1st person vore/feeding scenarios. If you're reading this, you've probably seen one of my other works, in which case you already know what I do, but in case you haven't, I almost exclusively write this kind of stuff for other people.

I don't typically post the stuff I write for myself for several reasons, but mostly because it's weird, messed up, and probably gives you more insight into my mental state than is wise. Today however, I have something thematically appropriate for Easter, so I'm going to try and be a bit more brave than usual and make this public.

3360 words

(CW: Vore, willing prey, implied fatal, M/?, candygore)

Chocolate is meant to be eaten, it is meant to be enjoyed, it is meant to satisfy the cravings that animals evolved to have. Their ancestors struggled for their entire lives to experience slivers of the abundant luxury that they are surrounded by every waking moment. Fats and sugars were rare, valuable commodities to people even a hundred years prior, and I am made of the stuff.

My chocolate shell was masterfully sculpted and enchanted to make me the spitting image of a anthropomorphic rabbit. The spells that animate me flex my limbs in ways that perfectly mimic a real person, stretching and reforming to produce a convincing illusion of life. From a distance, one might assume I was simply wearing body paint, but up close, reality is undeniable. I am a chocolate golem.

I am not truly alive, merely a magical construct given confectionery form and preserved. Kept behind thick glass so that the intricate carvings that mimic fur and clothes cannot be harmed by a careless touch, and chilled to 18 degrees Celsius so that I will not melt in the warmth I so desperately crave. I am cold. They keep me so cold.

I gaze longingly at the store patrons, watching people laugh and chat idly with their families, as they snack on rich sweets and decadent desserts. I wish so badly to be a part of that joy, to be devoured in celebration of a grand event, but I am denied my fate.

I have seen other golems, grand constructs of iron and stone, they are permitted to serve their masters as laborers, carrying and building things. They are content, fulfilled in carrying out their purpose. The spellcraft animating them leaves echoes on my own, and I can sense their joy at serving in these ways. This is what those materials were made for after all, to build and bear loads.

I sometimes wonder if the artificers who enchanted me were cruel. They did not see fit to gift me speech, so perhaps they simply did not know that I could feel lonely in here. I can only wave silently at the passing crowds to greet them as they enter and to wish them goodbye as they leave. I am an advertisement, a display of opulence, that the confectioners who own me could afford to have a golem made from such an impractical material, and even I must admit, an effective one.

People stare at me from across the street, children press their noses against the glass and look at me in awe. These fleeting moments stir the dim embers of desires unfulfilled in me. To them, I am something fantastical, and they let their minds wander and for only the briefest of moments, allow themselves to fantasize about devouring me.

I was not aware for much of my creation, but I can only imagine how much time, effort, and money was spent to create something like me. For something made of chocolate, I am almost as detailed as a real person, molded features accented by fine chiselwork stand as a testament to the skill of the craftsmen who made me, and demonstrate the quality of the stores goods. My body was crafted expertly to appeal to others, gentle curves and a soft androgynous shape contrast with the exotic nature of my construction. Part of me feels guilty at wanting to destroy that. So much work was put into me, the idea of destroying all that to fulfill my own desires feels selfish, vain even. I should be happy, simply to exist, but that isn't enough for me. The shame of being so unwilling to accept my lot in life eats away at me, but the desires do not abate. Chocolate was made to be eaten, and that desire is as carved into me as the pleasant smile on my face is.

I know the regulars by name and face, but also by their steadily growing waistlines. The sweets of this place bring such pleasure that more than a few have cheerfully eaten themselves into obesity. Once, I brought them joy too, I was a novelty, something unique. But now I have become routine for them, part of the background, something to be ignored. I could do it again, I know the gluttony that is hiding behind their masks of propriety. I see them stare greedily at the treats they cannot have, the thick blocks of fudge and glazed pastries they have to leave behind as they waddle home. Yet they ignore me, the most forbidden of fruits. They, like my creators, refuse to see me for the food I am.

The sponge cake and fondant sculptures that surround me in my glass vault are undeniably pretty, but they are edible only in the sense that they could be eaten. They were not made to be eaten. I wonder if I had been made like them, if I would still harbor these desires. It may not have been my designers intent, but by nature, I am edible in ways the other pieces are not. Where eating the other art would be a chore, I could make eating me a once in a lifetime experience. Decadent beyond imagination.

With all my daydreaming, I scarcely notice most of the customers leaving, having been waving at them mostly on automatic, but I suddenly look back to see the staff packing up for the night. The closed hours are always the worst, I don't need to sleep and so, I have nothing but the darkness and my own thoughts for company. When the last of the workers leave, and the lights shut off, I would whimper if I could, but instead there is only silence, broken intermittently by the hum of the compressor keeping me cold.

I collapse in a heap on the refrigerated astroturf, and wallow in my misery. Staring out the window into the empty streets and wishing, hoping, that one day I could be the meal someone needs. Only the occasional night owl or service golem stalk the streets this late, and I can do nothing but watch as they pass me by, ignored completely.

I know most of them by sight as well, couriers and servants who scurry silently from place to place, carrying out their masters will. I am surprised to see a construction golem out this late however, shambling almost aimlessly down the street where it stops in front of my window.

The golem looks at me, it can sense my despair at being unable to fulfill my purpose, just as I can sense its joy at fulfilling its purpose. It pauses, staring at me and I stare back, and then it puts a hand on the glass of my case.

If I had a heart it would have leapt in joy. In my mind I beg it to free me, I know I ask so much of it, to destroy is against its nature, just as to be preserved like this is against mine. "Please." I think, over and over. "Please. Please. Please." When suddenly a crack begins to form where the golem has its hand against my glass prison. "Yes!" I think at the golem as hard as I can, and the cracks start to spiderweb. I take a step backwards and the window shatters. I leap out of the case and throw my arms around the golem in a hug as it quietly contemplates the act it has committed with its hand still outstretched. I thank the golem as much as I can before darting off into the cool night air.

Cool, not cold. For the first time I can remember, the refrigerated cold is gone, replaced by a pleasant evening chill. Balmy by comparison to what I have always known. As elated as I am by this new sensation, my time is limited. In a few hours, my chocolate shell will start to soften, and I will begin to be immobilized by my own melting body, I have precious few moments outside before my body fails me, and I must make good use of them.

The streets are mostly empty by now, and I can easily pass as an ordinary brown rabbit from a distance, so I move swiftly through the streets, never letting anyone get more than a brief glimpse of me. The lack of a crowd is a double edged sword however, I spot few potential candidates for whom I could make myself a meal. Plenty of ordinarily sized people, and a handful with some chub clinging to their frames, but nobody bearing the hallmarks of the gluttony required for something like me.

For a few moments that feel like hours, I fear I will find nobody capable of eating me and that I am doomed to melt before I am eaten. But then, suddenly I hear the creaking of wood and peek around a corner only to see what must be destiny. A racoon is sitting on a bench, which flexes under his immense frame. Long past even morbid obesity, the racoon grunts as he slides his massive behind into a more comfortable position on the bench. He is among the fattest people I have ever seen, even among the confectionery shop patrons. Every bit of him wobbles as he moves, from his ham sized thighs to his jelly like jowls and chunky chest. I watch in awe as he leans forward, doughy gut bulging out from underneath his shirt to retrieve a paper bag and from within he pulls… a single sandwich.

He looks almost as disappointed as I am in the meager meal and quickly scarfs it down as his stomach rumbles so loudly that I can hear it even from my hiding place. He sighs and leans back on the bench, clearly unsatisfied with his dinner as he balls up the paper bag and tosses it into a nearby bin. A flabby arm almost as big around as my leg reaches down to rub his grey boulder of a belly, which pokes out from beneath his shirt, no doubt trying to soothe the gnawing hunger within. Nobody gets that fat on a meal of single sandwiches, even someone born yesterday could see his meal was wholly inadequate. It doesn't take me but a moment to make up my mind. It's too late to fix his dinner, but I can still offer him dessert.

I step out into the open and confidently stride towards the miserable looking racoon, and it doesn't take long for him to notice me. He glances my way before doing a double take, and his jaw falls open in shock. He rubs his eyes but I do not vanish. With so much grace you'd think it was practiced, I saunter over to the bench, sit down, and lay my arm over the side before giving him a suggestive head tilt.

His stomach growls as he picks up the scent of chocolate, and the portly racoon flushes bright red at his involuntary response. He is stunned by the sight of me, and I am giddy with pride. His mouth moves as if to ask me if I am real, but he can't find the words. Instead, he reaches out a paw to gently place it against my torso, and he seems shocked when he finds it solid. The warmth of his touch makes me shudder with anticipation, I am so close now. He lifts his paw from me, but an imprint of his pad and toes remains where his body heat melted the fine detailing on my chest. Confusion and sorrow at having damaged something so delicate marr the raccoons face, but I am filled with joyous glee, I was not meant for a life in a refrigerated display case, I was created to be eaten!

I gently grip his arm, bring his chocolate stained paw to his face and mutely gesture for him to taste it. The racoon pauses briefly before giving in to temptation and tasting the residue coating the paw. As he does, his eyes go wide at even the faint echo of my flavor. Beaming with pride, I puff out my chest and stand ready to be consumed. He has a couple false starts, but eventually gluttony overpowers reason and the raccoon leans forward to lick my sugary coating. The moment he tastes me, all hesitation vanishes. Quashed by the overpowering taste of rich, decadent milk chocolate.

I lay down on the bench, offering myself to the racoon feet first, and he drools with hunger. There's no pain as he bites through my leg, just a numb pop as powerful jaws effortlessly crack open the delicate shell and slice clean through me, his teeth leaving little crescent shaped marks along the edge. Thick sweet caramel filling oozes out of the opening and quickly makes a mess as he eagerly laps up my sticky insides. The opening is simply too big, and viscous blobs drip onto his fur even as he gorges himself, matting it with sugary goop.

When the flow from my leg begins to slow, he lifts me over his head with strength I did not expect and gravity resumes the waterfall of golden goodness. The raccoon doesn't even seem to process the fact that this much filling could not possibly have fit inside that space, every available ounce of brainpower dedicated to experiencing the overwhelming richness dancing across his palate.

With one of my limbs packed away inside the striped glutton, his belly is already looking somewhat swollen, but it's clearly not enough as he chomps down on my remaining leg without hesitation, gulping down more heavenly sweet caramel filling. He lets out cute moans of pleasure as he sucks out the filling from the magically enlarged void before biting through my shell with slow chomps.

Having packed away my lower half without trouble, the raccoon lets out a burp and pants for a few moments while rubbing his belly before looking back and suddenly seeming to understand what he's just done in his gluttonous haze. He stares back in horror, having damaged me beyond repair, and the expression on his face feels like a knife in my soul. Doesn't he understand that I'm just food? That this is what I want? What I was meant for?

I reach out to wipe some of the chocolate smeared on his face off with a paw, before sticking a finger in his mouth. He looks conflicted again for only a few moments as he runs his tongue across my finger and then instinct takes over and he bites down. His eyes roll back in his head as chocolate syrup gushes forth from the break, and he eagerly begins to gulp down the flow of dark sugary goodness. When the torrent from one arm starts to subside, I force the other into his maw and he bites down to resume the flow. Thick swallows bloat out his belly, and I am enraptured by its warm soft texture as it presses against me. My devourer grabs me by the shoulders and bites through my remaining limbs, pulling me closer and pressing me more and more against his belly with every bite.

I am in ecstasy. The warmth is everything I imagined it would be and more. I don't care that my chest is starting to melt and smear against his belly, this feels so right it's outright impossible to think coherent thoughts. I want more, he wants more, we are entwined together now as predator and prey, but soon as blubberball and fat.

He nibbles playfully on my chest, sharp canines leaving little divots in my chocolate shell. His tongue swipes across me, obliterating delicate carving and intricate paintwork, leaving nothing but featureless matte curves in its wake.

My carved fur is nearly completely gone, smoothed over and washed away. It's not as if it would be of any use to me now, it served its purpose in making me an attractive meal, and would only slow my descent into his stomach. Besides, nobody is ever going to see it where I'm going anyway.

The raccoon presses me against the roof of his mouth and the shell along my chest breaks cleanly in two with a satisfying pop. Marshmallow filling, compacted by the chocolate surges outward, swelling me to colossal proportions and forcing his jaws open with a surprised squeak.

It takes minutes of tough chewing to break off a section of chocolate covered marshmallow small enough to swallow. The blob descends like a meteor, exploding outward once it passes the tight confines of his throat and enters his less constrained stomach. Not the least bit deterred by this development, he redoubles his efforts, and I can see his belly swell outward with each gulp as marshmallow goop expands to fill every inch of space.

I savor every minute I get while able to see him enjoying me like this, but all things must come to an end, and eventually he clears enough of my torso to pull my head between his jaws and into his warm, wet maw, shutting me off from the outside world forever. I get one last look at his spherical, chocolate smeared gut before my vision goes dark for a final time. Almost immediately, I can feel myself softening up, heat and saliva work their magic to prepare me for the main event. I can feel the vibrations from groans of rapturous pleasure as he rubs his tongue across what remains of me, mashing my face against it and wiping away more of my features.

Finally, he tilts his head back and swallows, sending my half melted remains down to be digested. Crushed and squeezed by his powerful throat muscles I'm pressed into a stomach already packed to the brim with sugary sludge, and squashed tightly against the marshmallow filling from what feels like mere moments ago.

I can hear him outside, eagerly licking away the chocolate smeared across his muzzle and paws, cleaning each one with a smack. Sounds of gluttonous satisfaction and chocolatey bliss rumble across his blubbery frame, along with the occasional sugary belch.

The sugar crash doesn't take long to kick in, and when it hits, it hits like a freight train. He yawns loud enough for me to hear it over the sounds of being digested, and i fluster myself imagining his wide open maw, wishing I could pass through it again. I slosh about gently as the racoon waddles his way back to his bed, and I can feel him grip his stuffed stomach with both paws, trying to stop it sloshing back and forth but it's a futile effort with how much mass is contained within. When he finally settles in, I hear his heartbeat and breathing slow within minutes of him lying down. All the better for him anyway. I wouldn't want him to waste any of the precious calories a whole persons worth of sugar and butter could provide. Better to ensure as much of me as possible is spent fattening him up, it's what I was made for after all. A decadent reward for a truly obscene glutton, no greater purpose than to provide fuel for a body to grow wider and heavier.

Soon enough, I too, am drifting off. The magic animating me dissipating as I melt into a thick, rich sludge. Even as the spellwork that forms my mind starts to unravel, and my thoughts become slow and unfocused, any regrets I have are smothered beneath an overwhelming sense of pride. I have fulfilled my purpose, given myself completely over to someone and set them down a path of gluttonous excess. I have given the gift of insatiable hunger, an impossible to satisfy greed that will only spur the bearer on to preform more obscene feats of hedonistic gorging. He will barely be able to walk by the time I am digested, I can only imagine how much more he will hunger for when he awakens. He will eat himself fatter than he ever imagined now, all he needed was the right push.

[fuzedatti]

XV. Kul-Manas Cycle

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—This door has marked my destiny for millennia, without this door, my work here would lack of purpose.– Hands caressed the damaged wood in front of him. —So many years of research are stored behind this piece of wood.–

The blonde watched the french from a safe distance, admiring the gate. They had made a short trip to England to meet again with the said portal.

—The last time I was here, I was captured along with Dýo; Bright tried to persuade the King and his court, but as you yourself said, we immortals have no power against eternals.

—But you're not an immortal, are you?

—No, at least not before.

The door was opened by the doctor who immediately entered when he saw the brightness hit his mask. His clothing was now restored and striking; Clef wore an arachnid-like mask, with a heavy yellow cloak draped over his back.

—You blend in pretty well,– Clef said. —It is because you are already from here.

—Was it a lie when you said you had come here to discover my past?–

—A truth and a half if I make myself clear.– He cleared his throat. —I did not enter here, I have contacts in this directory of dimensions.–

As they walked, the Alaggada natives laughed and enjoyed their hedonistic lifestyle, chatting about trivial things in different languages. The couple arrived at a point a little far from the city to talk without being heard by others.

—Drama lovers,– Louis said, watching the natives whisper about their hiding place. —They see something out of place and start spreading rumors like a plague.–

Louis's disgust captivated Clef, who was able to assume his scowl under his mask. He gave a small laugh to continue his talk.

—So tell me, what exactly do you have to do with this place?

The doctor looked at him out of the corner of his eye to answer. —I'm what you might call a messenger, someone who communicated royalty between realms.–

Clef approached him dangerously, using the same tactic from yesterday to intimidate him a bit. —You know what I mean, "Louis", if that's what your real name is.–

—My name is what it is, why would I change it?– He replied. —Unless you mean who was in another life.

—Yes that's what I mean.

—I must clarify that I am not Kul-Manas, rather, I am a reinterpretation of what he once was.

—My sources weren't wrong then.– He chuckled. —What happened to him?–

Louis paused for a moment to make sure no one was listening. —The Black Lord killed him.–

Clef was not surprised.

—I have no recollection of his life; Emotions at most, but concrete memories... I'm afraid not.

—Are you his reincarnation?

—Hmm...–Louis thought. —Your concept of human reincarnation is not compatible with mine.–

—So...?

—I wasn't born after his death, in fact, I was already a grown man when it happened.

Louis grabbed Clef's wrist to signal for him to follow. They passed through some busy corridors, the shifting bricks scraping against the silk clothes made a distinctive sound. As they walked, Louis continued his tale.

—I used to be an ordinary man, a doctor who lived his life in a quiet way.– His voice didn't change in tone even as they maneuvered their way through the crowd. —What constituted my humanity was replaced by the Kul-Manas state of being.–

They stopped at a crowded place, right in front of the non-Euclidean palace. The creatures around it were swarming each other trying to get into it, bumping into the clientele lining up at the props and food stalls. Clef was about to ask what was going on when he felt his body being pulled by inhuman strength and almost crashing against the wall of a narrow alley; But his impact was muffled by Louis's torso, who was looking intently at the crack that gave way to the crowd.

The creatures made space in a line, revealing a royal palanquin. Four beings carried the huge ornate sticks that supported the boxes of what seemed to be made of pure gold. It was more than thirty feet high, and almost half a mile long, full of jewels and statues reminiscent of Baroque architecture. It was not possible to see inside the well-covered boxes, but it was more than clear who they were to them.

—There they are...– Clef whispered.

The doctor separated their bodies to move behind the palanquin and enter the palace. The noise of the jewels and chains was deafening, while the crowd cheered and cried with joy when they saw their sovereigns. The pair got behind one of the creatures carrying the carriage, but Alto nearly screamed as he watched Bright's reanimated corpse to be the carrier of the heavy structure.

His mummified body was falling apart, the little humanity Clef had left was destroyed seeing his old friend like that. A single tear rolled down his cheek before being stopped by Louis.

—Stop moving forward.

He didn't realized the moment they were inside the castle, always changing shape. The doors slammed shut behind them and silence reigned for the next few seconds. The curtains parted to reveal the Emperor of Alaggada and his faithful companion. They looked bigger than he remembered, and he could feel Clef's dread growing. Both eternals positioned themselves in their respective places, each one creating an echo of chains and strings that got stronger every moment.

—I know you're there.

The Ambassador's voice rearranged all of Clef's thoughts in milliseconds, taking his breath away as he was quickly dragged towards the emperor's feet, leaving him kneeling against his will.

—Kul-Manas,– the King remitted. —You were here recently.–

—You call me by a name that does not correspond to me, my lord.

—And you give me a title that is no longer yours to say.– He answered. —Where is the Black Lord?–

—He lies on Olympus, my King, with the jewel of whom they made a lackey.– He turned to see Bright's body, about to be crushed by the palanquin. —Listen to my words carefully, I have no intention of repeating them.–

—Go ahead, I'm looking forward to it.

The Ambassador's silence worried Louis, who advanced towards the thrones at Clef's side. The raven removed his mask, ignoring all law within Alaggada, revealing his scar. The King tilted his head and approached him, creating a grotesque sound between the rope and his neck.

—All of you are ill.– He said looking coldly where the King's eyes should go. —You have the same disease as me, caused by the Black Lord, you are cursed.–

The Hanged King straightened up again and turned to see the Ambassador, who still didn't say a word.

—Your King and the Ambassador are not ill.– The King corrected. —But our Lords, I fear that they are not more than ephemeral.–

The King released Clef from his trance and tied a thousand ropes to his body, each one squeezing his weakest points and leaving him on the verge of death. A piercing scream was torn from his throat as he felt them slowly press against him. Louis flinched at the threat, not showing his concern.

—Now... Kul-Manas... what are your demands?

—Take me and Alto Clef to Olympus, and we will return with the corpse of the Black Lord so that the other Lords can heal.– His wound had begun to bleed, letting out that black blood run down his face and letting out some groans of pain. The King twisted a bit. —Do it or I break the cycle of Kul-Manas!–

The moment he said that, he released Clef, letting him fall to the ground with a crash. The other Lords arrived upon hearing the scandal, each with a scar similar to Nicephore's, bleeding and dying with it.

—You have become intelligent, Kul-Manas. You've earned yourself a deal.

The King twisted to reveal a million-fanged fauses and expel an acid-like liquid to the ground, which turned into a golden dust as bright as the sun itself.

—God's blodd,– Said the Yellow Lord. —Vaporized for trade on the metaphysical black market.–

The White Lord wept into the Red Lord's shoulder in pain, both bleeding from their masks just as Dýo used to.

—Just leave, kill the Black Lord and come back with his mask,– The Hanged King ordered.

—At your command, my majesty.