#this has been in my mind for awhile shh

[pinejayy]

hi . i have a request

what if muzan wife had been reborn and he saw her by accident how would he reacts? . sorry for any mistakes English isn't my first language

sure thing!! I hope you enjoy this uwu

trigger warnings: mentions of death, a bit of yandere

here's part 2

I'll make you remember me (Muzan Kibustsuji x F!Reader)

It's been years since Muzan has lost you and it has broken him, he had lost you his wife. The Demon King truly missed you, he misses your smile and he misses how kind you were towards him. But everything was taking away from him after you were killed by some humans. They found out about your relationship with the Demon and since you were human it was just against their laws that a human and a demon could love each other. But he made sure to kill those humans who took you away.

But that was about 30 years ago, and Muzan has pushed those feelings down deep inside of him.

Tonight was a peaceful night, he was walking around the small village, as people were walking past him he couldn't help but growl to himself, he hated humans. He hated how they took you away from him. But the Demon needed a break from his work and the Upper Moons, they all get on his nerves. He just sighed to himself, as he was walking hearing the humans walk around and speak to each other but a voice caught his attention, it sounded like your voice. No that can't be right? You were long gone and 6 feet under.

"Fresh Noodles right here! Come buy them as their fresh!"

Yes that sounded like your voice, he decided to follow the voice, as he walked he seemed to be getting nervous. As he walked towards the voice he saw you? Standing by a small Noodle shop. You were smiling and waving at people walking by. Was it really you, Muzan walked towards you. Was this reincarnation? Did the universe send you back to him?

"Hello sir, would you like to buy some noodles." You say with a smile.

Muzan couldn't help but smile as he heard your voice and he just nodded. To which you just nodded, both of you walked into the shop. He looked around there was a few people. He sat down by a table that was away from everyone else.

"What can I get you today sir?"

He looked at you, it seemed like you don't remember him. "Y/N you don't remember me? It's me Muzan your husband." To which you looked at him confused.

"Oh I'm sorry sir, it seems like you have the wrong person." You say. "But would you like to hear about the specials today?"

Muzan looked at you, so you really don't remember him? He was heart broken. He just looked down. "Please Y/N...we were married. You were my wife...You were Mine." He hissed softly, looking at you. Muzan looked around the small shop and it seemed to be empty now. "You we're my Wife! They took you away from me!" He said. Standing up. He looked down at you. Seeing your eye color. They still looked beautiful.

" Oh sir...I don't know what you're talking about..Please leave now!" You say, taking a step back. And this just made Muzan even more upset. How dare you tell him to leave.

He looked at you one last time before leaving you alone at the shop. He was going to get you back and he was going to make you remember him and your past life.

After awhile, you were closing up for the night. Cleaning up everything, you sigh and thought about that odd man. He did seem familiar, and his voice you also recognized. But nothing came to mind. As you were getting ready to leave, you heard something behind you, and before you could turn around you felt a arm wrap around you. And a cold hand over your mouth, you tried to struggle. But whoever was holding you had a strong grip.

"Shh don't make this harder for me my queen."

Hearing the voice of the man from awhile ago. Struggling more, this made Muzan growl softly and he tighten his grip against you. "Stop moving Y/N." He said removing the hand he had over your mouth. and he started dragged a nail against your cheek.

"Please sir.." You started to cry out. "I don't know you."

He snarled and with that he turned you around so you were facing him. He grabbed your face quite harshly and forced you to look him in the eyes. "YES YOU DO, WHY CAN'T YOU REMEMBER ME Y/N! I LOVED YOU! YOU WERE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME!."

You whimper softly, and started to tear up. This made Muzan softly. He loosen his grip but didn't let you go. "I'm sorry my love, it's just been so many years without you and I deeply miss you."

You just stand there looking at the man's eyes. His pink oddly familiar eyes... "Please...let me go."

Muzan didn't want to force you out of here but if he has too then he will. He smirked, looking down at you. Placing a hand around your neck and bringing you closer to him, he placed his lips against yours. Oh how much he misses your lips.

You just stand there shocked, and of course you didn't return the kiss. Muzan pulled away and smiled at you.

"Don't worry my love, I'll make you remember me." He said and with a quick motion he hit you across the head. You fell to the floor. Out cold, Muzan just sighed and picked up your body and he threw you over his shoudler.

"You're going to remember me Y/N. I'll make sure of it."

#demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer

[heartsforvin]

Hi, could you please do an imagine where reader colors vinnie’s tattoos, please

COLOR IN THE LINES

this is ADORABLE thank you for the request !!

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; cussing, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), otherwise just fluff

summary; you love to color in vinnie’s tattoos

one of your favorite things to do when you and vinnie have a day together is to lay in his bed, legs entangled with each other, while you lay on his chest and color in his tattoos.

you bought washable markers that won’t damage skin specifically for this. vinnie realized early on in your relationship that this was one of the many things that made you calmer.

walking into vinnie’s room, you greet him with a smile before quickly heading to his bathroom.

“hello to you too, princess.” vinnie says under his breath as he watches you sprint to his bathroom.

you walk out a few minutes later with a smile. vinnie watches as you walk around to the other side of his bed and pull open the nightstand drawer.

he smiles when he realizes what you’re grabbing. he quickly removes his sweatshirt so he’s only in sweatpants now.

you hop up on the bed and vinnie widens his legs for you to kneel in between him.

you start to shade in his most recent tattoo, it has healed so it was perfectly okay to color it in by now.

you hold onto his arm while you shade in the tattoo right below the one you just finished.

once done, you kiss his arm, making vinnie smile. “what’s that for?” he asks you.

you shrug with a tight lipped smile. “i love you, that’s what it was for.”

vinnie watches you in pure awe as you do the one thing you love most. he pushes some hair behind your ear and kisses your temple softly.

“have i ever told you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world?” the compliment makes you stop abruptly.

he in fact has told you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. he tells you everyday.

a slight blush creeps up on your cheeks, you’re grinning ear to ear at the boy in front of you. your boy.

“i had a really bad day, v,” you breathe out, almost wanting to cry at the thought. “that means a lot, no matter how much you tell me.”

vinnie takes the washable marker out of your hand and caps it before putting it on his bed. he takes your hands in his and looks at you.

“what happened?” he asked you with pure sincerity.

you sighed, hoping that no tears rush out of your eyes as you explain to vinnie about your day. he grabs you and places you in his lap, hugging you tightly as he leaves kisses all around your face.

“people at work, mainly customers. they’re all fuckin’ idiots.” you rant.

vinnie lets out a laugh, he grabs your arms and rubs his hands down them gently. “shh,” he tries to calm you.

grabbing the marker off vinnie’s bed, you pop the cap off and begin to color in vinnie’s ‘break my heart’ tattoo on his chest.

he knows this calms you most so he doesn’t ask why you ignored him. he moves his hands so they’re around your waist now, holding you gently.

“gotta get you a coloring book, sweet girl.” vinnie says softly as he watches you move down to the tattoos on his lower stomach.

you giggle as you shade in the tattoo on his right side. “i like using you as my personal coloring book, though.”

as much as you’d love a coloring book, you’ve been using vinnie’s ink as one for awhile now, and don’t think switching to paper would help calm you as much as this does.

vinnie doesn’t mind, though. as much as it hurts him to see you upset or stressed, he loves the way coloring in his tattoos helps you so much.

“i know you do baby, and i love it too. but i wouldn’t mind getting you your own book for it.” he tells you.

your eyes immediately shoot up to his, he watches your demeanor change and soon rubs your back and places a soft kiss to your cheek.

“i’m sorry, princess,” he apologizes once he realizes that’s not what you want at all. “didn’t mean to upset you.”

you smile slightly at your boyfriend before moving to his arm, shading in more ink on his skin.

you’re quiet for the rest of the time until you finally finish all the tattoos on the front side of his body.

capping the marker, you put it back in the box before putting the box back in the nightstand drawer.

“how’d i do?” you ask with a smile, standing next to vinnie with your hands on your hips.

he stands and pulls you to his bathroom so he can take a full look. once he sees your art, he smiles.

“you did amazing, sweetheart,” he kisses you. “my little artist.”

you smile and hug vinnie from the side, gripping his waist and soon turning so your body’s pressed against him. chest to chest, you smile at your boyfriend while he looks down at you.

“thank you for understanding and letting me do that.” you tell him, standing on your tip toes to kiss him.

vinnie wraps his arms around you tightly in a hug. “i’m here for you, my love,” he says. “always.”

you and vinnie stay like that for awhile before heading back into vinnie’s room for the night. vinnie picks up his hoodie but you quickly swatted his hand.

he chuckles as he faces towards you. “like me without a shirt that much, huh?” he teases.

you hit his chest and climb into his bed. “get over here dork,” you tell him. “yes i do, but i like looking at my coloring more. first time i actually colored in the lines.”

vinnie laughs as he gets in beside you. he lays down and scoots you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggle into him.

the rest of the day you spend snuggled up to vinnie as the two of you watch movies.

you run your hand along vinnie’s chest and stomach, admiring your coloring work, being grateful you have the most understanding boyfriend.

hiii finally back to posting !!! i hope you all loved this as much as i loved writing it !! and i hope the anon who requested this did as well !!

like i said in my most recent post, work for me has been busy since i got back - and although i don’t post while im at work, i am still a bit active w my moots. i’m trying my best to stay active but my personal & physical wellbeing come first so if im inactive w uploads, just gimme time 🥹

I LOVE YOU ALL THOUGH !! thank you for all the continuation of the support / feedback on my posts <333

tags; @cosmicanakin , @lyndys , @slvthrs , @forevergirlposts , @bernelflo , @leqonsluv3r , @kriissy4gov , @lovingsturniolo , @louloulemons-blog , @hallecarey1 , @st4rswrld , @violet0182 , @visualbutterflysworld , @laylasbunbunny , @kayleiggh , @supabhad

#vhackerr #vincent hacker #vinniehacker #vvhacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinniehackerfanfic #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker headcanon #vinnie x y/n #vinnie x reader

[marvelobsessed134]

Watching you

A/n: kinda wanna make a part two of this let me know if you want one.

Pairings: Stalker Fan!Natasha x Popstar!reader

Warnings: dub con, Nat has a dick, dark!nat, obsessive!nat, stalking, rough smut, some degradation (mainly the use of the term slut), mentions of violence, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, Nat is literally a mastermind in this lol.

Summary: Natasha is your biggest fan. Your only number one fan. Or so she thinks. What happens when she finally makes her way backstage?

You belong with Natasha.

How could you not see it? How could you ignore all the love letters she’s sent you. The flowers?

The redhead went to another one of your concerts, this time in Miami.

You’ve ignored her letters and gifts. So now she has to get to you personally. Luckily, she is a trained assassin. So she has the needed skills to get backstage.

After she enjoyed the way you sung and danced to your songs and thanked everyone for coming and wished them Goodnight and a safe drive home, her plan got put into action.

She was able to steal a map of the place, which included where your dressing room was located. Bingo.

Natasha walked up to a lone security guard that was standing in the darkness. She snuck up behind him and knocked him unconscious before taking his clothes.

She went behind a curtain and quickly changed into the security uniform. Throwing on the baseball cap, she was able to get backstage.

Roadies, other guards, assistants, venue staff all paid her no mind as she made her way to your dressing room. She smirked, it was all so easy. If she had done this already, she would’ve been living in your Malibu beach mansion with you knocked up with her children. Oh how she wanted to get you pregnant so bad. To see your body swelled up.

The assassin felt herself get hard under her cargo pants, and she bit her lip. Finally, she made it to your dressing room. Knocking on the door she heard your soft voice call “come in”

Natasha walked in and quickly locked the door. You looked to her in confusion. “What’s going on?” You asked.

She took her cap off to reveal her beautiful red bob.

Your eyes widened. Natasha Romanoff was in your dressing room? Why? Doesn’t she have a world to save.

“N-Natasha Romanoff? What are you doing here? You’re an avenger!” You couldn’t help but fangirl a little bit since hello, an avenger is in your presence!

The redhead slowly walked towards you till you were backed against the wall. You gulped nervously. “I wanted- no. Needed to see you.”

“Why?”

“Because, I’ve fallen for you Y/n L/n.”

“F-fallen for me? But we’ve never even met before?”

“That is true but I believe that you are my soulmate. And I want to get your pregnant with my children.” Her words alarmed you and before you knew it her lips were on yours. You tried to push her back but she was way stronger than you. And, the kiss felt good. You’ve haven’t been kissed in awhile ever since your boyfriend broke up with you.

You felt her grinding her bulge against your front. You gasped softly, feeling it through the thin material of your blue sequin dress.

Natasha began to kiss your neck and you moaned softly, letting her do whatever she wanted to you.

She pulled at your dress and slid down. Revealing you wore no bra.

“Dirty girl. No bra on stage? So these titties can just pop right out.” The assassin kissed down your neck and collar bone, before taking a nipple into her mouth.

You arched towards her, closing your eyes as you felt her suck and bite on the sensitive flesh. She switched the other one and gave it the same treatment as her hand creeped down inside your wet panties.

“Mmm, so wet for me.” She groaned, pulling them down swiftly with one hand before entering two fingers inside you.

“Oh!” You moaned as she entered them and started pumping in and out, going faster by the second. Her thumb rubbed your clit in circles and you kept moaning and crying out. “Shh, don’t want anyone to come looking for you and see you being fucked like a slut now do you?”

You shook your head with wide, teary eyes and she placed another passionate kiss on your lips as she fingered you.

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge before you clenched around her and let go, your orgasm washing over you.

“Fuck, that’s a good slut.” She pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste.

Before you knew it your chest was flat against the wall and you heard her roughly pull her pants and boxers off. It was a well known fact that Natasha Romanoff was packing. And well, you’re more than happy to experience it.

Her tip already leaking with precum, she teasingly slid it up and down your drenched folds.

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant, all filled up with my cum.” She moaned before slowly entering you.

“Fuck you’re tight. Oh my god baby.” Natasha started thrusting into you, and you tried your best to keep quiet. But it got harder and harder as she started thrusting faster and faster.

“Mmm…” your moans were muffled by her covering your mouth. She spoke dirty words in your ear.

“Look at you, taking my dick like a good slut. Bet you’re gonna be a good mommy too. Im gonna get you round and full of my baby. Then while you’re pregnant I’m gonna fuck you more and drink that sweet milk from your tits.” Your eyes widened, fuck, you’ve never wanted anything more in your life!

“Do you want that, babygirl?”

“Y-yes!” You moaned.

“How much do you want it?”

“M-more than a Grammy!” You couldn’t help yourself and she smirked at your answer. “That’s my girl.” The assassin started fucking into you harder and harder before spilling her hot, white load inside of your womb.

“Oh!” You sighed.

With her cock still in you, she turned your head and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

And while you couldn’t really say the same thing back, you didn’t mind the circumstances.

#marvel #marvel smut #marvel x reader #top natasha #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #g!p natasha #dark!natasha #popstar!reader #stalker!natasha #dark fic #smut

[beatteez]

new - c.jh

최 종호

idolboyfriend!jongho x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut (smut below the cut)

warnings: riding, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), softdom!jongho, curious!reader

you sat on your couch watching a show when the main character does something to remind you of your boyfriend. you decided to text him, now missing him.

'i miss you'

you set your phone down resuming the show knowing it would be awhile before he would answer since he's at the company. your phone buzzes almost as soon as you hit play, surprising you.

'i miss you more.'

you smile at your phone and text back.

'when will you be home love?'

as soon as you send it, it shows read.

'ill finish up my live, then i'll be heading home. sound good honey?'

'mhm'

you smile and figure you'd watch his live thinking it might take away your feelings of being jongho deprived. as you open it you see him smiling at his phone then shutting it off. he talks with atiny for a bit longer then says he has to go rest, ending the live.

you feel yourself getting excited to see your boyfriend you haven't seen in years. (its been 8 hours)

you resumed your show again in hopes it would make the time go by faster.

after an hour or so the door opens and jongho walks in.

"hi baby" you forget about your show jumping up to embrace your boyfriend, who's making his way over to you, his arms wrap around your waist slightly lifting you up as your arms wrap around his neck.

"how was your day" he mumbles against your neck giving it a soft kiss.

"was good, how was yours?" he pulls back to look at you his hands staying on your hips.

"tiring" he replies causing you to coo at him and he lets out a chuckle. "im gonna shower, then be back so we can cuddle" you give him a shocked look.

"jongho..cuddling?"

"never mind" he turns around making his way to the bathroom.

"no! im sorry" your hands grab onto his arm stopping him. "please" you pout up at him as he looks down at you with a blank expression.

"i'll think about it" you smile at him and let go of his arm making your way back to the couch resuming your show once again.

after awhile jongho comes into living room with grey sweat shorts on and a white t-shirt. he grabs your legs lifting them up and sits down placing them on his lap.

you look over at him and his wet messy red hair admiring his features smiling to yourself.

"what did you want to watch" he ask seeing your show finish. he looks over at you a small smile on his lips.

"you." you mumble still staring at him. he chuckles and picks something to put on. his hands massaging your legs and gently running his fingers against them.

you readjust your legs so they are crossing over each other, your legs accidentally pressing against his surprisingly hard cock. this brought your attention to his posture, his legs spread apart as he's slightly slouched down against the couch. your thighs press together as your mind wonders.

"jongho" he hums in response and you sit up. "can we try something"

he raises an eyebrow "like what" he questions.

you move your leg across his lap straddling him. "i want to ride you"

the look he's giving you is telling you no, but the way his hands run from your sides down to your ass lifting it up slightly squeezing it which causes you to fall against him was telling you yes.

"what makes you want to do that" his hands moving down your thighs then back up, sneaking into your shorts giving your ass another squeeze.

a whimper escapes from your throat as you shrug your shoulders. his hands slide out from your shorts and up to your sides griping them slightly moving your hips back and forth. your cheeks heat up and you lean forward leaning your head against his shoulder.

"is this what you want honey" he whispers lowly in your ear continuing your movements with his hands. you whimper out a 'yes' feeling his cock grow harder underneath you.

he stops moving your hips, a whine coming from you.

"shh, don't be needy" he says lifting your ass up with one hand messing with his shorts with the other. he sets you back down and you can feel his cock more prominently against you.

"get down" he says tapping your thigh. you get down on your knees in front of him staring at his leaking cock in front of you. "earn what you want"

it took you only a second to wrap your hand around the base of his cock bringing it to your lips, placing a kiss on his tip, then licking the precum off your lips. your eyes lookup at jongho, his head leans back against the couch his eyes closed. your lips wrap around the tip sucking on it, you start moving your head down and back up slowly. his head comes up looking down at you, his hand reaching down holding your face pulling you up.

"fuck, stand up" you do as told and he turns you around pushing your torso down. he wraps his fingers under your waist band pulling your shorts down slowly, your panties slightly sticking to your slick. "you're perfect y/n..fuck" his fingers push at your entrance sliding in, a moan falling from your lips.

"jongho" you moan looking back at him, starting to feel embarrassed being so exposed. he pulls his fingers out and grabs your arm turning you back towards him pulling you on his lap.

"open" he says pushing his fingers against your lips. your tongue pushes out past your lips and he presses his fingers onto your tongue. you wrap your lips around his fingers, cleaning them off, tasting yourself .

his hand comes under your ass again lifting it up angling his cock at your entrance.

"ready honey?" his thumb rubs your ass in small circles.

you wrap your arms around his neck holding onto him tightly, hiding your face in his neck. "mhm" you whimper out.

the feeling of sinking down in his cock draws out a loud, low, groan from you. your walls clenching around him, his grip on your ass tightening.

"just like that baby..shit" jongho holds you still, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"can i move" you ask looking at him. he nods and moves his hands to rest on your hips. you lift your hips up and then back down. the feeling of him filling you up this way is more than anything you've done together.

you move your hips in a circle slowly as your head leans back. jongho's hands reach up under your shirt tweaking your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb.

you place your hands on his knees leaning back some and start moving your hips up and down. you look at him and he's watching you so intensely.

"you're so fucking pretty" he mumbles reaching his hand to the back of your neck and pulling your head to lean on his shoulder. you continue your movements and hold onto him tightly "so perfect for me" he mumbles kissing your neck, his hands moving to your ass.

he pulls your ass up and down to help with your movements.

"jjong..fuck, im close baby" you whimper out. he looks at you and smiles.

"cum" he says softly his hand reach down in between your bodies to rub your clit.

you pushing your self down on him and still your movements, your pussy pulsing around his cock. he groans and quickly lifts you off of him, his release hitting your back. he groans a few times and kisses you softly.

"did you like that" he ask in a teasing tone.

"shut up" you mumble hitting his chest softly.

masterlist

#beatteez #ateez imagines #kpop smut #ateez drabbles #ateez smut #smut #ateez #choi jongho #choi jongho drabble #choi jongho smut #choi jongho imagine #jongho smut #jongho imagines #jongho drabble #18+ content #jongho 18+ #18+ #jongho #ateez jongho

[bratphilia]

EEEEE sleepy head actually sent me ,, like i’m gonna propose 2u …. i’ll be in ur dms as soon as i’ve established position as fave anon ,, ANYWAY i need dark!stoner!mikey having u tied up for him, telling you to open your mouth so he can smoke you out ,, touching you until ur right at the edge n then pulling away n putting out his joint on ur bare chest ,,, he loves watching the pleasure on ur face contort to pain as ur release is taken away,, especially in his hazy state of mind he seems like he cares even less about you telling him to stop cause it hurts …. (i’m crazy)

- 🌀

note: well congrats you're the anon of honor in my anon hall of fame fkskmd neways mike is such a stoner and i love this hc. also pls excuse the eminem reference

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

tags: marijuana use, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, edging, bondage

taglist: @dilfity

fiend (m. schmidt x reader)

it might just be the weed, but this is the most euphoric mike has felt in awhile. abby's at a sleepover and what better way is there to celebrate than to tie you to the bedframe and spark a blunt. of course, he made you roll it after you stripped to your panties, admiring the concentration in your face before he asked you to hold out your wrists.

it may have been euphoric for him, but for you? this was torture. maybe you were fiend — not just for the weed — but for him. the anticipation was killing you — and he was halfway done with the roll! you wish he would just do something already.

you decide to clear your throat. "sharing is caring, y'know."

"shh, shh, shh. let me enjoy this."

"you're smoking it all!" you exclaim, tugging at your restraints with a pout.

mike practically jumps on the bed, huge lopsided grin and all, and sits on his knees. he holds the blunt to your lips and you accept it gratefully, letting the bitter taste consume your throat and fill your senses before exhaling it.

he gives you a moment to let it kick in, and fuck, your tolerance is low. "you high, baby?"

"yeah."

"good."

mike lets you have another hit, takes the last puff, and then does something unexpected: he grinds it on your chest, right between your pretty tits. you hiss at the burning sensation, bucking your hips upward. mike's hand travels down south to your underwear. finally. he starts rubbing your clit through your panties ever so slowly. pleasure washes over you in waves, heightened by your intoxication.

"mike," you mumble when he doesn't stop, "go faster."

he just tsks. "you'll take what i give you."

you sigh and close your eyes, trying to be grateful, like he said, for his attention. it could be worse, right? he could've continued to just stand there. the pace of his fingers picks up, rubbing you side to side, and suddenly the fabric of your panties against your clit becomes very noticeable. in no time, your thighs are shaking and—

he stops. at your whine, he practically giggles.

"mike!" you scold.

"'m sorry, i'm sorry! your face is just priceless, though..." he says. he moves to tug your panties off and slides them down your legs, onto the floor, forgotten.

he leans his head towards your dripping sex and begins to kitten lick up and down your slit. "mmm," you moan.

he laughs against your pussy, earnestly giving it a lick as a reward. he presses kisses up and down your slit. you try to close your legs instinctively but he simply pries them apart with strong hands.

mike's licking becomes more flattened and longer. he's taking his time to make you fall apart. without warning, he sucks your clit into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue and earning an "ah!" from you.

just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he adds an experimental finger pushing through your entrance. his fingers are so thick that it's always quite a stretch when they're inside of you. it's then that you realize he's staring up at you, studying your every reaction.

as mike pumps his finger inside of you, slowly increasing in pace, he's also hollowing his cheeks out ashe sucks your clit. when he releases it, he blows air on it, gaging your reaction. "fuck!" you cry.

before you know it, your release is coming. your thighs start shaking, the knot in your stomach's unraveling, there's a rush in your head, and—

he stops, again.

"mike!" you whine out. "not fair!"

mike just bursts out laughing like your frustration is the funniest thing ever to him. "relax, relax. the only way you're coming is on my cock."

#fnaf #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #🌀

[stuffieplaydateinc]

"Eat your nightmares."

📚 caregiver!Wallace Wells × regressed!Scott fic

• Scott wakes up from a nightmare and regresses. Wallace comforts him

• pov : third

• ⚠ : Scott being tipsy (mention). This is 100% platonic! Please do not tag/see this as a ship fic.

• Word count: 633 words

Scott has been roommates with Wallace for awhile now. Wallace allowed Scott to bunk with him for a night because he was too tipsy to drive himself home. Ever since he kinda just stayed with Wallace. Wallace says he is annoyed with Scott about it, but in reality he doesn't really mind. Since they were roommates they knew alot about eachother. (As they are friends as well). And that included Scott's regression. He didn't really care about it and just shrugged it off— most of the time he wasn't involved anyways so why should he care? He wasn't really Scott's caregiver either; he was just there. As of lately now, Scott has been getting nightmares. Because of these nightmares he gotten more and more anxious about preforming on a live stage with his band. Mostly because of stage fright. And one of these nights weren't any different than the other nightmares he's been having. He woke up drenched in his own sweat and tears, as if this was a nightly routine. Scott stared at the wall beside him for a few minutes as if he was trying to comprehend what was going on. He groaned lightly as his fist balled to his side. He lifted his hand to his face and rubbed his exhausted eyelids. He held back the tears as they began to well up in his eyes. "I don't think I can do this.." he muttered under his breath. Since their band was getting more popular over the past few months they had a chance to show their talent on a live stage. But lately as the nightmares of him making a clown out of himself gotten more frequently, he grew more and more uncomfortable with the idea of preforming on the stage. Scott was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't know Wallace shifted in the bed. "Same nightmare again?" Wallace asked in his monotoned sleepy voice. Scott snapped out of his thoughts the second Wallace began talking to him. He looked over at him with tears beginning to break from his eyeduct barrier. Warm tears fell down and painted his cheeks. He nodded as a response, not knowing how else to respond without his voice breaking. Wallace stared up at Scott before sighing. He sat up slowly before he opened his arms up. "Cmon Scott, in my arms." He encouraged him to do so. When Scott scooted over and wrapped himself in Wallace's embrace; he locked his arms around Scott, immediately soothing him. "Shh, shh.. it was only a nightmare bud." He reassured. Scott was trembling like a leaf as he sniffled. He buried his face into Wallace's shirt while his grip on Wallace's torso didn't falter. Wallace let out a soft sigh before resting his chin on Scott's head. "Yknow," Wallace began. "You're gonna do great." He said quietly. "I've seen you guys preform million of times before. I know I act like I don't care sometimes, but I promise you that you're gonna nail the performance." He said with a matter of fact tone. He lifted Scotts chin so his gaze would match Wallace's gaze. "You're doing great. Just keep being you." He whispered before bringing his lips to Scott's forehead, reassuring him with physical affection. He never was good at it, but he somehow was good at cheering up others. Scott looked up at Wallace as his tears slowly began to dry on his skin. "Promise..?" He asked hoarsly, but otherwise grateful for Wallace's reassurance.

"Promise." He repeated. "Now let's go change your clothes. You're sweating through your shirt." He nudged him lightly before his free arm hooked underneath Scott's legs to pick him up bridal style. He got up with Scott in his arms before he took him to change out his clothes.

End.

#agere fic #fandom agere #sfw agere #scott pilgrim agere #scott pilgrim takes off agere #sp agere #dni proship #x platonic #platonic fluff #agerespace #agere blog

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Hey! If you don’t mind can you do a fic where yandere Marcus Volturi(movies) finds his mate in a human girl who has a shield like Bella so he can’t use Chelsea or Corin to tie her down. Maybe a stubborn mate that’s not putting up with him trying to lock her up and runsaway to prove a point. Just imagine a yandere Marcus stressing because he feels like he might lose her like he lost Didyme plus like 2,000 years of touch starved and hopelessness. Feel free to ignore if you don’t like it🥰

Ofc anon!

Yandere Marcus volturi x reader (stubborn)

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you ran through the dark streets of voltera out of breath and tired, it would have been more logical to escape during the day but night was when your captor hunted giving you a slim chance at freedom. you came to volterra with your friends on what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, it was anything but that. you and your friends had been invited to tour the volturi castle unaware of the monsters that lied inside, the monsters that killed the innocent tourists that fell for the trap like so many others. but not you, they left you standing amongst it all scared and shaking, that is when you met him. needless to say it was a surprise and joy to Marcus when he discovered he had another mate, a second chance at love, one that he would never lose again. he was nice at first not wanting to scare you or force you to love him. thinking you would do it on your own he gave you freedom to move around the castle but the first time you tried to escape he became panicked and realized that giving you said freedom would make him lose you. it took him awhile to realize you had a shield gift but it was jane who had brought it to his attention when she found you trying to escape for the second time and attempted using her gift of you, when it didn't work she took you back by force. You were locked away in marcus's private chambers where only he and the few he aloud could be near you, finding out that you were immune to their gifts nearly drove him mad with fear of not being able to stop you from leaving. But after months of convincing him that you wouldn't run he had left you alone, not for long but long enough for you to escape the castle. Now here you were running through the dark streets of volterra, silently hoping the rushing sounds around you were the wind rather then what you escaped from, just as you reached the border of the city you were pinned against a wall, the force knocking the air out of you. Of course the one responsible for this was jane, she had never bothered being gentle with you not caring that you were human. "You know that your are not aloud out of the castle, it is quite rude to hurt your mate by continuing to run from him" she says giving you a blank stare, her red eyes peircing. You managed to wiggle from her grip, half knowing that she didn't just loosen it for fun, as you guessed once your back was turned to the alleyway your mate sped from behind holding you close, his face in your hair. "You do not know how worried I was my love" he mumbles holding you tighter "thank you jane, that will be all" marcus says barely looking up to look at her as she sped away, "Marcus i-" you start, trying to defend yourself with an excuse of why you ran away "shh it's alright my love, I know you didn't run because you don't love me, it's because I haven't given you enough love" he smiles, holding your warm hand in his "the sun will rise soon, im sure your quite exhausted from your adventures" he says before picking you up bridal style, you didn't fight him, you knew you couldn't you just had to accept this for now, until you could find a way to escape. But deep down you knew that you would never escape, he wouldn't let you. You are his mate after all

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#marcus volturi #yandere twilight saga #twilightsaga #the volturi #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight #volturi #vampires #vampire #yandere twilight #yandere volturi #twilight x reader #yandere Marcus volturi #yandere Marcus volturi x reader

[icarus-star]

pretty pleaseeee write domestic fluffy shit or anything about gabriel he’s literally my fav 😭🙏

fluffy relationship headcanons for gabriel <3

a/n: this ask has been marinating in my inbox for AWHILE 😭 idek why bc i love him sm, sorry for not answering sooner

he's the sweetest boy ever omg :(

he will treat you the absolute best you've ever been treated in your whole life. always asking how you are, giving you little kisses randomly, helping you with dishes n stuff like that too <3

your literally his whole world, he doesn't care about anything more than he cares about you

sometimes he can get a little obsessive, but shh

but he trusts you so so much!! with anything and everything. if you come home a little later than usual, he doesn't mind too much (he is a lil bit insecure sometimes though, so he might worry occasionally)

he is such a snuggle bug hehe 🤭

he's the big spoon. always. no matter what. idc.

holding you close to him just makes him feel so happy, like he doesn't have to worry about anything else. you always feel so warm against him :3

but sometimes, he does like having you hold him. maybe not in a spooning position, but he feels so safe when you have your arms around him!!

he also loves like, traditional "romantic" dinners together (he cannot cook)

with candles lit and stuff

he just loves to do nice things for you!! but only if you like that kind of thing specifically, he only wants to do things with you that you like

and if you live together, you gotta get a pet cat!! he loves any little pet, but cats are better bc i said so 😋

he'd love having a little "family" together. you, him and your kitty <3

and of course, he has plenty of photos of you and the cat together, even as his phones lock screen

he also compliments you all the time

telling you how pretty/handsome he thinks you are, telling you how beautiful your eyes are and how he'd love to stare into them forever, yk corny stuff like that (it's not corny cuz it's him n he's my baby)

#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #gabriel/rory culkin #gabriel 2014 #gabriel x reader #rory culkin gif

[l1ttl3l0v3]

Cute fluffy Diluc x gn!reader agere fanfic!

Summary: You and Diluc cuddle up by the fireplace while he feeds you a bottle

Warnings: Daddy/papa used in a sfw context, bottles (If that makes some ppl uncomfy), Reader has a common cold, Idk what elese to put cus this is pure fluff

Petnames used: little one, baby, sweetheart, meine liebe (My love/dear in German), Darling

Wordcount: 417

A/N: Hi every kiddo! took awhile off but nowww Im back! I hope you all had a nice September! had a 0-3 regression age in mind, nothing explicitly stated.

"Darling, are you cold?" Your boyfriend Diluc asks, smiling, you had just come back from Dragonspine with Albedo to perform some experiments with the traveler. "A-A bit," You say, before sneezing, it had been a while since you last regressed,

and you were beginning to feel especially drained. you begin to walk over towards Diluc.

He took your hand, you were freezing cold and your fingers were a bright red.

"Meine Liebe… are you sure you're just a 'bit' cold?" Diluc asks, kissing your cold fingers. You nod in response.

"I-I'm okay" You sniffle, feeling the weight of the stress crash down on you and you begin crying.

"Sweetheart…" He mumbles, holding out his arms to give you a tight, warm hug, you obviously hug back, wanting some source of comfort.

"Shh, it's okay meine liebe…" Diluc mutters in your ear, "Do you need to go small, baby?" You smile and nod, glad your boyfriend was so caring.

"Okay little one, I'll start the fireplace, okay?" He asks, you nod back, "Do you want your baba baby?" he inquires. "Wes pwease…" You say, nodding.

"Okay baby, go get your baba, it can be whichever one you want- even the one that is hard to clean," Diluc says as you skip away to go and get your bottle, skipping quickly towards the kitchen.

You get a bottle with blue and purple stars on it and quickly pour milk and some sugar in it, swirling it all around with a metal spoon. you swiftly put it into the microwave, and when you try to get it out, Diluc walks in, chuckling softly.

"You're too small to do that by yourself, meine liebe!" He gets the bottle out and picks both you and the bottle up.

He lays you in his lap, smiling before putting the bottle to your lips, tapping it a few times to tell you to open up, you did just that.

"There we go… thereee we go little one," Diluc says as you begin to suck on the bottle's nipple, tasting the sugary-sweetened milk. It was nice and warm, you loved it, and you sucked that bottle down. He giggles softly.

"Would you like to go nini yet, meine liebe?" He asks and you nod rapidly, ready to go to bed.

"Okay baby, wanna sleep with papa?"

"Wes pwease." You say, doing grabby hands to him.

Diluc picks you up and takes you to his bed, you two begin to cuddle until you both fall asleep.

#sfw agere #im so cool round of a plause for me #genshin agere #genshin impact agere #kit writes #genshin fluff #diluc drabbles #diluc fluff #diluc agere #diluc ragnvindr #diluc

[aquariaries]

Kou Mukami Heaven Story - Chaos Lineage

***I do not mind if you use my translations as a base for another language, I just ask that you credit both 46snowfox as the original translator and myself as the English translator if you do!***

Original translation credit: @46snowfox

https://46snowfox.tumblr.com/post/617475223016669184/01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08

You can find Kou's previous chapters in @tournesolia's masterlist linked down below!

https://tournesolia.tumblr.com/

PLACE: Downtown - Night

Yui: Haa ... ... *sigh*

(Going back home is so lonely. Kou-kun has a job that requires work overnight ... ...)

(He said recording could take a long time, and that he wouldn't know when it would end.)

(Also ... ...)

*She checks her phone*

He hasn't responded to my texts, either.

(Because he's so busy at work, he doesn't have time to answer ... ...)

I want to see Kou-kun ... ...

(I'll try to contact him one more time a little later ... ...)

*Crowd clamors*

Girl A: Hey, look at that!

Girl B: Kyaaa! It's Kou!

Yui: Eh ... ... ?

(Ah ... ... Kou is appearing on that big screen. Is that commercial ... ... his new job?)

(He's singing and dancing, and smiling so happily .. ... Fufu, how cool.)

Girl A: Kou is so cool! I wish I had a boyfriend like that~

Girl B: Me too! Kou seems to be the kind of person that's nice to his girlfriend.

Yui: (... ... He's very popular. As expected of an idol.)

(I'm glad to see Kou-kun, even if it's just a commercial, but I want to hurry up and see the real one.)

(When will he be coming back --)

*She's grabbed from behind and blindfolded*

Yui: Kyaa!?

(My vision went pitch black ... ... !? I'm certain someone just blindfolded me -–)

???: Who is it?

Yui: (Eh? This voice is ... ...)

Kou-kun ... ... ?

*She's unblindfolded*

Kou: Ding dong, ding dong! You're correct!

Yui: (I knew it, it was Kou-kun ... ... !)

Kou-kun! You see --

Kou: Shh! The others around us will notice that I'm here!

Yui: Ah ... ...

Girl B: Eh? Just now, did Kou ... ...

Girl A: No way!? Isn't that the real Kou over there!?

Kou: Crap!

M-neko-chan, let's run!

Yui: O-okay!

*They run off*

PLACE: Mukami Living Room - Night

Yui: I'm really sorry ... ...

(There's no way we wouldn't be caught when speaking loudly like that. I have to be careful from now on ... ...)

Kou: It's alright. We were able to escape. Besides, I was the one who surprised you.

Yui: Ah, it's true. You usually let me know when you're coming back, what happened today?

You didn't answer my texts either, did something happen?

Kou: Well, my manager took my cell phone from me so that I could concentrate on recording.

And that was before I could tell you that I wouldn't be able to contact you for a while. Even though it's my job, that's going too far.

Yui: I see, so that's what it was.

Kou: I was planning to contact you as soon as I was done recording, but I wanted to surprise you.

So, I went straight back home in a taxi without sending you any texts.

I was lucky to find you on the way.

Yui: I see. Did you find me by chance then?

(Somehow, it makes me happy that he spotted me among so many people ... ...)

Since you said you were going to be late at work, I didn't imagine that we would see each other again so soon.

Kou: Are you glad I'm back?

Yui: Yeah ... ...

Kou: Me too ... ... I'm happy to see you. I was thinking about you during the whole recording you know?

I felt very lonely not being able to contact you despite matter how much I wanted to ... ... So, could you gimme a recharge?

*He hugs her*

Yui: Ah ... ...

(Kou-kun is hugging me ... ... Fufu, it's been awhile since he's done this.)

... ... That's right, I haven't said it yet.

Welcome back, Kou-kun.

Kou: I'm home ... ... Nnn ... ... *kisses*

Yui: ... ... Nn ... ...

(It tickles ... ...)

*Commercial jingle plays on the tv*

Huh? This music ... ...

Kou: Hm? ... ... Ah, so they're already airing that commercial.

Yui: Earlier it was also broadcast on a big screen. It's amazing that they show it in areas like that.

(Ah ... ... The Kou-kun from the commercial just winked.)

You're very good at winking Kou-kun. As expected of an idol.

Kou: That much is simple. Anyone can do it right?

Yui: ... ... I don't think everyone can.

Kou: That reaction ... ... M-neko-chan, can you not wink?

Yui: Uh ... ... I-it's just, I usually don't have the chance to do it ... ... !

Although, I'm a little envious that you find the right moments to do it.

Kou: Heh ... ... In that case, let's practice together!

Yui: Eh? You'll help me?

Kou: Of course! As a professional, I'll teach you perfectly ♪

Yui: Thank you! I guess I'll take advantage of that and accept.

Kou: Leave it to me! Then let's start training. Can we do it in my room?

Yui: Yes!

Kou: Then go change. When you're done, come to my room.

PLACE: Kou's Room - Night

Kou: With that said, now try winking.

Yui: Eh, so suddenly?

Kou: It's just that if I don't see what you can do, I won't be able to give you the right advice?

Yui: Y-yes ... ... Understood.

(I'm embarrassed to do it while he's staring at me but ... ... Here I go!)

Kou: Uwah ... ... Wrinkles appeared between your eyebrows. You're worse than I imagined.

Yui: (He's really stunned ... ... !)

W-wait! Let me try one more time! Here I go? One, two ... ... !

Kou: Now you just closed both eyes, right? That doesn't count as a wink.

Yui: Uuu ... ... One more time! Please, give me another chance!

Kou: It's fine. Try how ever much you want until you're satisfied.

Yui: Thank you!

(Everything will be fine, I just have to close one eye ... ... One, two!)

*Time passes*

Yui: ... ... ... ...

(I can't believe I didn't succeed even once ... ...)

Kou: Yikes, I'm really suprised. I think this is the first time I've seen someone be so bad at winking.

Yui: (Uuu ... ...)

Kou: Ah, sorry, sorry. Please don't look so depressed?

You have me, the best coach on your side after all ♪

But if you really want to succeed, you'll have to go through some hard training~

Yui: Yeah, I imagined so ... ...

Kou: With that said, every time you fail, I'll give you one kiss.

Yui: Eeeh~!? A k-kiss ... ... Why!?

Kou: I won't accept complaints. Plus, you just have to not fail, right?

Yui: That's true, but ... ...

Kou: It'll be fine. As promised, I'll be giving you advice.

Yui: U-understood. I'll try my best.

Kou: The trick to winking is to tilt your head slightly while doing so.

It won't work if you do it while stiff, so how about you start practicing that first?

Yui: Tilt the head ... ... L-like this?

Kou: Nope, you haven't done it well at all~ Okay, here's a kiss ... ... Nnn. *kiss*

Yui: Nn ... ... !?

Kou: Alright, next!

Yui: L-like this ... ... ?

Kou: Ahaha! You closed both eyes! Okay, punishment time ... ... Nnn ... ... *kiss*

Yui: (Nnn ... ... Huh? This kiss is deeper than the previous one ... ... ?)

Kou: Alright, try one more time!

Yui: Y-yes!

(I failed before, but if I relax a bit ... ... !)

Here I go!

Kou: How scary! Your eyes are half open!! It can't be helped, I'll have to punish you again ... ... Nn ... ... Nnnnn ... ... *kisses her deeply*

Yui: ... ... Nnnnn ... ... !?

(I knew it, the kisses are getting deeper!!)

(Will each kiss become even deeper!? As I thought, this is really embarrassing!)

Kou: Well then, try again! This time strive to do your best and succeed

*Time passes*

Yui: Haah, haah ... ...

(The kiss just now was quite literally minutes long. The thought of being kissed if I fail makes me even more nervous ... ...)

(Uuu, it's too embarrassing, I can't take much more than this ... ... !)

Kou: Okay, next --

Yui: I-I can't anymore! I give up!!

Kou: Eeh? Do you really want to give up?

Yui: Yeah ... ...

Kou: I see. In that case ... ...

*He comes closer and starts to move her clothing*

Yui: Kyaa!?

Kou: Bad girls who give up must be punished, right? ... ... Hah ... ... Nnn ... ... *bites*

Yui: (Nn ... ... His fangs are on my shoulder ... ...)

Kou: ... ... You were embarrassed because I kissed you a lot, right?

I wonder if that's why ... ... your blood is so sweet and delicious ... ... Nnn ... ... fuu ... ...

Yui: ... ... Nnnn ... ...

(... ... Nn, everytime he sinks his fangs in deeper, the more my chest aches.)

Kou: ... ... Your eyes are melting. Do you want me to suck more?

Yui: Ah ... ... yes ... ...

Kou: Fufu, To think that you would ask for it yourself, as expected of you, M-neko-chan.

I will fulfill your wishes, and suck as much as you want ... ... Nnnn ... ... hm ... ...

Yui: Nnn ... ... Aaah ... ...

Kou: Fufu, actually. I was thinking that I was sure everything would turn out like this.

Yui: Eh ... ... ? Eeeeh!?

(Does that mean that all this training was on purpose!? It can't be~!!)

Kou: Until the lesson is over, I won't be letting you go okay ... ... ?

PLACE: Mukami Mansion Hallway - Night

*She knocks on Kou's door*

Yui: Kou-kun, is now a good time?

Kou: Yeah, come on in.

PLACE: Kou's Room - Night

Kou: What's up all of a sudden?

Yui: You see, there's something I want to show you, Kou-kun.

Kou: Something you want to show me?

Yui: Yeah! I couldn't do it before, but now ... ... ! *She winks*

Kou: Heh, that's amazing! It's a beautiful wink.

Yui: Fufu, right? I've been secretly practicing since then.

Now I can wink whenever I want!

Kou: You're this happy just to be able to wink, how cute~... ...

Yui: Eh? -- Wah!

*He comes up and holds her*

Kou: You're cute when you wink M-neko-chan, but don't wink in front of anyone other than me, okay?

Obviously, that applies to Ruki-kun and the others as well!

Yui: (Ah ... ... He's jealous ... ...)

(Fufu, Kou-kun said that I was cute, but he is also quite cute himself.)

Kou: It's a promise, alright? ... ... Nnn ... ... *kiss*

-END-

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #kou mukami #yui komori

[cocomouche]

“Let me do all the work..” +18

Genshin men x afab!reader

“Let me take care of you darling...”

WARNINGS/CONTAINS: smut!, Dom!Character/Sub!Reader, use of daddy kink in Zhongli’s part, edging, degradation, praise, alcohol consumption in Venti’s part, squirting etc..

Zhongli

- “That’s it baby…you’re doing so good for me..”

- Zhongli adores and worships his darling. With him you’ll get so much love and praise. He enjoys holding your body in place, loves to use his fingers to tease and stretch out your tight little hole. Always chuckles lovingly whenever he sees how wet you always are for daddy..

- “let me do all the work baby, I’ll breed you good I promise.”

- You can help but wail into the pillow while he pounds you so intensely! He’s way bigger than you too, his strong arms with glowing yellow marks encasing you between. It feels so good to have a man like him control you, use you as his own toy.

- His girth and length could make you pass out on its own, there would always be a noticeable bump on your tummy every he’s inside you. Every time he thrusts, your eyes would roll back in pleasure. Your daddy’s cock was so good you could cry!

- Zhongli knows the power he holds over you and would take advantage of it. After 3 or 4 rounds where you would be crying and twitching in utter pleasure, he would slow down for awhile then start to rut his hips again, hushing sweetly with “you’re so good.. can’t get enough of this perfect pussy darlin…” “daddy’s gonna cum again for you dear..”

- A true pleasure dom indeed…

Venti

- This trickster is so gentle with his touches, yet he loves to play with you- making sure you run out of patience. His talented fingers work with his lyre and your folds, pressing nicely on your pretty clit.

- “Venti- ‘feels good..” you moan and rest your head on his chest, the wine you drank earlier starting to take effect. The bard could only chuckle at how adorable his windblume could be, so wet already and your head in the clouds, he would love to eat you up.

- “I didn’t peg you to be such a lightweight~ don’t worry my dear, I’ll gladly take care of you..”

- You loved the way his hands rubbed all over your body, deep down it felt like he was just using your body, but Venti wasn’t like that- you didn’t mind at all if it was him, you love him right? Love the way he parts your thighs apart and enthusiastically dips his head down to eat you out.

- “sing for me dear, let all of Mondstadt know who your god is.” He loves to use his power and status over you.

Scaramouche

- Its not likely for him to indulge into your own fantasies, you didn’t really tell him much but he knew you were the submissive in the relationship and that was enough to have you crying from pleasure in the bed.

- “If you behave i’ll give you what you want.” He’s been edging you for about minutes now, his fingers coated with your wetness, his middle finger and ring finger began to push into your entrance again, the way he perfectly curls it to nudge at your special spot on your walls made you a crying mess whenever he moves it oh-so slow.

- “Please! I’ll be good- just let me cum sir!” You cry and whimper pathetically as he coos at your pleas

- “Shh, calm down princess, i’ll let you cum any time now. Don’t be such a crybaby..” his thumb starts to circle around your pretty blushy clit, urging you to cry even more.

- “or do, your tears look so beautiful…”

Albedo

- On days where he’s free from commissions and deadlines, he likes to continue experimenting on you.

- Just so many possibilities- how sensitive do you get? Or how whiny can you become when he denies you of cumming? Do you like penetration in other holes? How many rounds can you take?

- “Bedo! Ha-h m’feels so good..” his warm breath fans over your glistening cunt, tongue lapping at your sweet juices. The cold weather and this heated session clashed so well, you can’t help but buck your hips up to his face a bit more.

- “mmh..” he hums in agreement, the rough pad of his tongue working wonders on your sensitive nerves. Kisses on your clit made you whine the most adorable pleas, his hands were gloved with black latex ones, sometimes prodding a finger or two in your hole.

- “Albedo! I-i think I’m gonna m-make a mess!!” Tears of satisfaction rolls from your eyes, he give you a small smirk, pulling away when he feels your walls twitch against his fingers. The cut off in your satisfaction made you look up at your master in desperation.

- “w-why’d you stop?” So cute you were, just makes him wanna edge you a million times all over again. “Oops..” he pretends to be sympathetic but he knows what you should do if you want to cum. His thumbs swipes over your clit, rubbing the puffy nerves with such gentleness.

- “what do you want baby?” He talks to you like he’s been so kind and innocent, teasing your state in which you don’t have as much control over the situation as he does. “Please..” you can hic and cry all you want but Albedo is unpredictable with his actions, you could only hope that he’ll let you cum this time. “Make me cum.. please i’ll be good”

- “all you had to do was ask, I wouldn’t mind playing with your addicting cunt.

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I promise im not dead i’ve just been lurking around ^^

#genshin smut #smut #scaramouche x you #albedo x reader #scara x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli #albedo #venti x you #venti smut #geshin impact #genshin x reader #minors dni

[rafayel-fishie]

she pouts, flicking his forehead softly as a small giggle leaves her lips.

“your quintessence makes me shy. or was that not obvious between my blushing and clammy hands?”

she sighs softly.

“and it’s been awhile since we had seen each other rafayel… i was worried you didn’t want me to kiss you. that somehow i would drive you away again…. i’m sure elder amund would be pleased,” she scoffs with a soft eye roll.

she brushes her thumb gently across his bottom lip before leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“there. are you perhaps satisfied now?” she laughs.

—💌🦈

he laughs, looking up to where she flicked his forehead as he raises a hand to rub the area, his smile although hidden can be seen as his eyes lift. "well, your highness is adorable.."

he states without missing a beat. he brings his gloved finger to press against her lips in a gentle manner, with a quiet 'shh', tugging his mask down briefly to kiss her forehead.

"elder amund really has no say about your highness, so please ignore him, my princess." he whispers before easing his head back. "i missed you dearly."

he sighs quietly and looks out into the distance, fixing the blanket around her as he hums an old lemurian tune.

"did you know your highness is the only that's been on my mind each day and night? the lack of her presence is… lonely, if i were to admit—"

the simplicity of that kiss was enough to make him smile, leaning in closer.

"if your highness continues giving me these kisses, i will become greedy, hm?"

#⛓️ abysswalker!rafayel #🦈 anon #asks #( pets sharky. precious sharky.

[hope-to-hell]

Fulgurite Dreams chapter three: Past, Future, and the Present in Flight

Adrian Toomes x Reader. Smut. When you hear his name, what do you think about? Memory is so seldom linear, after all.

———

You say I’d like to know you better and suddenly you’re rubbing arnica over his bruised ribs. You ask him what he’s doing tonight and find yourself bent over the platform’s railing while he opens his fly; he leaves grease marks in the shape of fingerprints as his wings unfurl behind him, thrumming with electric potential.

He says meet me for some coffee and the cups have gone stone cold but it doesn’t matter; your chair’s scooted forward til your knees slot between his and he is warm. Been awhile since I’ve done this sort of thing. He drops you home and doesn’t drive away until he sees the door shut behind you. There are all kinds of nasty people out there.

He says shh, it’s still early as you drift toward wakefulness in an unfamiliar bed. He says stay a little longer as you’re repacking your weekend bag. He says I’ll be back in an hour, and drops a kiss on your shoulder as you’re rummaging through your dresser drawers.

Dryer ate my damn socks again.

Don’t worry, honey. I’ll show it who’s boss. He leaves, and though he’s back within the hour he’s distracted, watching you while his mind is a thousand miles away. Around suppertime he rolls his shoulders and holds out a hand. He says I’ve got something to show you and

What’s that? The warehouse is empty but the ghosts of its occupants drift around the workbenches: empty mugs, bits of stripped wire, a warm wool scarf.

Wanted this to just be you and me. It’s— personal. He strokes a hand down your spine. It’s a hell of a story, but if you’re willing to listen, I’ll tell you all about it.

Nothing lasts forever, and isn’t that the point of it all? Everything changes; that’s just how it is. There’s no design, no grand plan, just moments caroming off one another in the vast dark. But listen—

(Well hey there, Peter. Liz has told me all about you.)

Listen—

Now and then, these bright moments spark something. It can be as simple as the pebble in your shoe and the broad hand that catches your elbow when you stumble. Or it can be the night he shows you his whole self for the first time: the night he pulls the canvas dropcloth down and shows you wings.

Adrian. That’s.

Yeah. To fly is to be— not free, exactly, but whole. He calculates drag on the fly and finds the updraft almost without a thought; the crackle and hum of power is in his veins and he understands that this is how he moves with purpose. I need you to see me. Not to share breath, though he stands so close he radiates heat against your back. He asks you to see the good and the bad— long nights with rain smeared across his goggles, spats among the boys that he puts down with a firm hand, the taste of thin air between his teeth— and when he asks, you answer.

Maybe I don’t know what this means to me yet. But— He’s warm, solid, cedarwood and leather. He’s in the kitchen holding out a wooden spoon that drips with lemon curd. He’s in the workshop with grease under his nails, sheened with sweat and drifting in the muscle memory of a familiar task. He’s watching in the night with his finger laid alongside the trigger, listening to the wind. Honestly? I think it’s kinda hot. His laugh is sudden, artless; he chuffs and pulls you tight against his chest.

Hot, huh? I can work with that.

#adrian toomes #toomes #adrian toomes x reader #Adrian toomes x you #the vulture #spiderman mcu #spiderman mcu fic #fulgurite dreams

[rafasbiscuits]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

so this has been in my inbox for quite awhile, I've been occupied so yeah, thanks for the ask stef, I love answering things, and I love you🥺

so this is written and not released right?? cause I've only released a few and written lots.

1. It's gotta be my Say Yes To Heaven, Say Yes To Me (yes it's based on a Lana song shh) it's the first fic of the my Of Paradise and Vicissitudes Series which, I'm very proud of actually. And overall, I think my writing was better here than in other fics and I remember writing this when I was very motivated and excited and happy to write, so it's just a little more special.

2. The Everything Is Different fic. It's my first fanfiction I uploaded on ao3 and it's a short one but I remember posting it for the first time before going to bed and was super duper happy the next day when I woke up with kudos and I saw the hits almost reaching the 100 already. And it's something I can read and reread without getting cringed unlike all my other fics that I've written.

3. So this one I haven't uploaded yet and is still on drafts, only a few words but it's a tennis group chat fic and I'm planning to upload this after I finish my other long fic, the Rabbits fic (it's also one of my favs) and I really like where this group chat fic is going, I think the characters are kind of OOC but like idc. I alr have the plot in mind. I think it's going to be great, and yeah I won't say much cause I don't want to spoil🙈

4. He Who Chases Two Rabbits, Catches None aka Rabbits fic (god the title is so long man I really suck at titles💀) so this is my first long fic and it's currently on hiatus. But I really enjoyed the first chapter, second not so much, and it's really long just like how I liked it, and I mean it needs a little bit of editing here and there but I also have the plot written down and I think it's a good story, I just have to actually start writing it once I'm done w exams and stuff. But ofc there are some thoughts in the back of my mind that I should drop this, but I myself want to see how the story goes so I just have to motivate myself😫

5. hmmMMM okay, so I have this one fanfiction that I haven't and will never upload ever. It's a Shadowhunters fic but Harry Potter AU. Main pairing is obviously Malec and once upon a time, I thought of uploading it on Wattpad but it just took so much time for me to continue on the next chapters after that, but the few first chapters I wrote I really enjoyed writing it, and I think I really nailed the characters personalities and they all have interesting backstories and character arcs, I love it and I think my English teacher would like my writing.

#me and my ramblings i swear 😭 #this is so long i wanted jt to be shorter but oh well #ask meeee #i love these stuff #just because theyre my fav doesnt mean i LIKE it yk? #i love all of the ideas of my fic but sometimes its better if it stayed in my head cause i never write the way i wanted to in my head #i like to think that im good at english language but my vocabs arent of high level and idk its just not that..good #BUT YEAH it is what it is

[bellyfisher]

strawberries and cigarettes

read on ao3! | 2.2k words

summary: Conrad stops me and tilts my head to look into his eyes, he’s staring at my lips, “So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn’t feel anything?” His voice goes dark.

aka Belly and Conrad do kiss the first night.

It’s the first night in Cousins for the summer. I put on my black one piece, the only swimsuit that still fits me. I grab my purple towel and head out to the pool. Night swims are my favorite, it’s like liminal space. An alternate reality where time isn’t real for awhile. I feel braver in the pool. After doing a few laps, I come up for air and Conrad sits on the edge in his signature pink hoodie and dark blue shorts. His feet submerged, a beer bottle next to him, and a cigarette in his mouth.

“Belly your night swims aren’t exactly a secret.” My mouth opens into an “O” shape. He’s been paying attention to me?

“Since when do you smoke?” I stare up at him. I need to change the subject immediately.

“Why does it matter?” He states back simply.

“You always said smoking was bad for you. Messes with the white matter in your brain.”

“God, do you memorize everything I say?” He tilts his head with a smirk on his face. He knows what he’s doing.

“No. But you need to stop smoking.” I try my best to seem unaffected. He isn’t winning this game.

“What will you give me if I do?” Conrad’s voice gets lower, he’s taunting me. And the game just changed again. Conrad has always kept me on my toes. I can lean into whatever this is or pretend I don’t know what he’s trying to do.

I stare at Conrad for a few moments and decide to cock my head, the bravery of night helping me, “Actually I change my mind, smoking is hot”. I smirk at him, wondering if he’ll call me on my bluff.

“Come light it for me then.” I stare blankly not thinking I would get this far. I start to open my mouth and give in, copping out of this game of chicken. “Do you want to get out of here?” Conrad asks before I can get a word out.

I hold out my arm silently as he helps me out of the pool. I slide on some shorts over my one piece. Is this real? I don’t say a word, scared to break whatever trance Conrad may be in.

We get to his car in the driveway and he checks his pocket for his keys. “Shit.” He mumbles.

I start to laugh and point, “Hey look in your front seat.”

“Oh you’re fucking kidding me!” He bellows. There they are, sitting on the driver’s seat in his locked car.

“Shh you’re gonna wake moms. They would kill me if they knew i was leaving the house this late.”

“But you’re with me.” He winks.

“I don’t think they would approve of this situation though.” He grabs my hand and starts fast walking to the road.

“Where are we going?” I ask him

“I don’t know but I just want to get out of here, you know?”

“Yeah I get it.” And I did. It was probably for very different reasons but on some level Conrad and I always understood each other. “So when did you start smoking Mr. bad boy?”

“When I quit football.” He shrugs like it was just a blip in an otherwise uninteresting life he led.

“Well why did you quit?”

“I dont know.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” It comes out harsher than I mean it to. Conrad can hide from everyone else, but he can’t hide from me.

“Language Belly!”

“Don’t call me Belly. And stop avoiding the question.”

“Okay I quit because of my dad. I just don’t want to be like him.”

Conrad gripped my hand tighter as he said that. I squeezed him back to let him know I was still there. That I wasn’t actually mad.

“Is that the only thing that’s wrong?” After the words leave my mouth, the walk is silent for 5 minutes. I don’t want to push him because I don’t want this to end. If Conrad changes the subject I decide in my mind that I won’t push it more.

Conrad sighs, like he’s trying to give himself confidence, “I just-how could he cheat on my mom you know? Am I hard-wired to be a shitty person? Is it in my genes?”

The idea of Adam cheating on Susannah makes me want to cry, but I’m determined to be strong for Conrad, “Mr. Fisher made his choices and I think you sitting here saying you’re scared you’ll be like him means you aren’t.”

“I just couldn’t live with myself if I became a bad person, you know.” Conrad looks away from me as he says this. He’s still holding my hand though.

“Conrad, you could never be a bad person.” My voice softens as I realize this is one of Conrad’s deepest fears.

“You’re just saying that because you’ve always had a crush on me.” His tone is lighter at a flip of a switch, he’s nudging me while I giggle.

My cheeks turn hot and red as I look down, “Maybe I’m just taking pity on you?”

Conrad stops me and tilts my head to look into his eyes, he’s staring at my lips, “So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn’t feel anything?” His voice goes dark.

Be strong, Belly. “N-nope. I wouldn’t feel anything but pity.”

“Belly I know I’m a good kisser. I’ll have you weak in the knees.” He would, he does already. But I’m not admitting to anything.

I lick my lips. The air is silent. It’s 85 degrees outside but I’m shivering. Conrad pulls off his sweatshirt and gives it to me to wear. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me the whole time.

Is he going to kiss me? Are my dreams really coming true?

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. He starts softly, his mouth still closed. I take my hand out of his and put it around his neck. He takes the opportunity to put his hands on my waist and deepen the kiss. When he opens his mouth to meet with my tongue, he tastes like strawberries and cigarettes. I decide in that moment that strawberries will never taste the same to me again.

I pull away and look up at him, both of us breathing heavily. Before I can get a word out he’s crashing his lips into mine again. He lifts me up like i weigh nothing and I wrap my legs around him. The kiss has gone from soft and thoughtful to passionate and overwhelming. He kisses me like im air he needs to breathe. After a minute or an hour, I can't even begin to tell, he finally puts me down.

“Wow.” Is all I can manage to breathe out.

“Told you I’m a good kisser.” He winks at me again. I shove him playfully. He grabs my hand again as we keep walking.

“Where are we going anyways?”

“There’s a treehouse in a park that has a really good view of the beach. You’ll love it.”

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Conrad holds my hand to help me up the ladder. Once we’re up, I sit next to him. Our legs are straight but touching each other on the side. My whole body is buzzing from the high of this night. Conrad pulls out another cigarette.

“I was serious earlier, you should quit.” Conrad looks at me and lights the cigarette with no shame, “Fine but I’m not coming to visit you when you get lung cancer.”

“Oh Belly ever the optimist. What if I never get lung cancer?”

“Okay either way I don’t want to listen to your smoker’s cough for the rest of our lives. It’s gross.”

Conrad quietly smokes the cigarette, refusing to answer me. So I lay back on my hands and look out over the ocean. Not much to see in the dark, but the stars are out in full force tonight.

“Do you ever get scared that you won’t live up to the potential everyone sees in you?” I startle a little bit, not expecting Conrad to talk.

“Well actually I don’t think people see anything in me besides this annoying little girl, so no. Can’t say I relate.”

Conrad is silent.

“But for what it’s worth, I think the only person worried about that is you. Your mom and Jeremiah would always love you no matter what. I mean Susannah is worried sick about you. I overheard her talking to my mom about it.”

“Yeah but they’re forced to love me no matter what.”

“Well okay then consider me. I don’t have to like you at all, and I practically worship the ground you walk on. I could have easily decided Jeremiah was perfect to me, but I chose you for a reason.” I giggle a little bit. Trying to lighten the mood but it doesn’t seem to help, “If it makes you feel better, I feel like I’m never going to find a place that’s home to me.”

“Ah you’re young though. Maybe you’ll find home wherever you go to college.”

“Yeah but I think home will always be Cousins to me. And I don’t see how I would end up living here full-time.”

“Here I’ll make you a deal: I give you the summer house when it’s inevitably passed to me, and you get off my ass about smoking.” Conrad finally cracks a smile.

“Deal.” I shake his hand, “I’m holding you to that.”

“I expect nothing less from you.”

We talk up in that treehouse until the sun rises. We don’t talk about anything of substance really. Just teachers we had in school, what classes Conrad is taking in the fall, our best summer memories.

“My favorite memory I think is the first belly flop we ever did. The look of pure terror on your face, mom’s laughter, the unadulterated joy of the summer house.” I wince. I remember it differently. It felt like a game everyone else was in on except for me. Although, it does boost my ego that I’m in his favorite summer memory and not some girl he’s made out with. Even if I am one of those girls now.

I don’t tell him this night is my favorite memory, I’ll keep it to myself for now.

“We should probably get back to the house.” I say starting to stand up, “I don’t feel like walking so I’m calling Steven. He owes me a no-questions-asked.”

Conrad follows me down the ladder. We sit on a bench for a few minutes in total silence. Steven pulls up and Jeremiah is in the passenger seat, forcing me and Conrad to sit in the back.

“Why were you guys out so late?” Steven immediately tries to ask.

“Nope.” I pop, “You owe me a no questions asked. And out of the rules of a no-questions-asked I will not elaborate for your sake why you owe me one.” I say sternly. (He owes me one because I caught him writing Drarry fanfiction two months ago).

Steven grumbles, Jeremiah raises an eyebrow at me through the rearview mirror and I give him a small smile. I look out the window, and I feel Conrad grab three of my fingers gently.

So it was real to him too and I can’t help the giddiness I feel. My heart starts racing. I'm sure everyone can hear it.

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I pass out at the summer house. Thankfully, mom and Susannah never found out I left. I slept until about 2 PM that day. When I make my way to the kitchen, Conrad is sitting at the island eating a bowl of cereal.

“Mornin’” I smile at him. I get nothing but a grunt in return. I’m a little bit stunned. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this, “You okay?” I ask as I go in the fridge for a yogurt.

“Yeah, Belly. I’m fine.” His tone feels straightforward. Why is he doing this?

“Why are you being like that?” My voice gets small. Conrad wouldn’t rip last night away from me, I know him.

“I’m not being like anything.”

“You weren’t acting like this last night.” There’s hurt in my voice. I don’t want it to be there.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing happened last night.” He looks up at me. Daring me to start an argument.

“I really can’t believe you, asshole. After all you said to me? It was real and you know it. I don’t know why you’re hiding from me.”

“Belly, you’re acting crazy.” He gets up to wash his dish, “I’ve gotta go. Told Jeremiah I would surf with him.”

Conrad walks out the back door towards the beach without so much as looking back at me. I can still taste him on my lips and I’m still wearing his sweatshirt that lingers of his smell. Instead of making me happy, it makes me sob. It will always be Conrad’s choice if we’re together or not, and I get that now.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp fic #tsitp #belly x conrad fic #belly x conrad #bonrad #bonrad fic #conrad fisher #belly conklin #this physically hurt me to right bc conrad is my uwu baby :( #anyways enjoy! lemme know what u think!

[fanatichistory]

Scene Prompt 7

I've been wanting to write this for awhile now. I finally had a good day today health wise and it has finally been written!! I am so happy ^.^  And because I have been wanting to write this for awhile it is rather, erm...lengthy... Hope you enjoy!  

Also side note: not sure how to properly tag this as I don't usually write small spaced whump so if I forgot anything in the warning please let me know so I can fix!

CW: Claustrophobia (Whumpee isn't phobic but it is about being buried alive in a coffin), creepy/intimate whumper, some gross ick from Whumpee being unable to go to the bathroom properly (not sure what to call it or how to tag that if needed), drugging (light mention), captivity,

Whumpee started with a jolt, head knocking against something hard. Something above them. 

Were their eyes open? It was so dark, surrounding all of them...

Hands reaching out Whumpee felt the space around them. It was a small space, they knocked their elbows on the sides and they couldn't stretch out their arms in front of them either. It was almost as if...

As if Whumpee was in a coffin.

"Are you awake yet...dear Whumpee?" The voice of Whumper floated down to fill the space. It made Whumpee freeze and hug their arms close to their chest. A heartbeat later a bright light shone down onto their face making them wince and close their eyes and shift their head away from the small circle of light. 

"There you are my dear." Once their eyes were out of the direct line of light Whumpee opened them again to find Whumper's eye behind the shine of the flashlight.

"W-Where?"

"Yes of course my dear, allow me to explain...you must still be groggy." The light disappeared and darkness consumed Whumpee once more. They could hear the rustle of something, soft and quiet with what sounded like fabric. "You see, after that little stunt of your I knew I had to something drastic to keep you contained and accessible to me at all times."

"I don't understand-"

"-Do not interrupt me Whumpee or I will pour beetles down this pipe instead of your dinner!”

Whumpee closed their mouth as horror took over their body and a cold chill snaked down their spine. The space, this coffin, there would be no way out for them if they made Whumper angry enough to do as he promised. Satisfied with the resulting silence, Whumper continued talking through the pipe.

"As I was saying my dear, I had to get creative and what better solution than this! You can't go anywhere without me knowing or seeing it, I am your source of food, water... companionship lest you lose your mind down there." Whumper laughed quietly to themselves as if giddy at the mere thought. 

"Now, you might have figured out by now that you are buried alive in a coffin yes? Well you are correct my dear, you most certainly are! This coffin used to belong to my wife, she has since passed on. Unlike you, my dear current wife, she did know how to submit better than you and it was only because of her cooking, or lack thereof rather, that led me to this creative punishment for her as well- Oh shh shh shh my darling wife shhhhh" 

Whumper began to coo at them as Whumpee began to panic and throw their arms around as they looked for the corpse in the coffin. Whumper laughed and watched through the pipe as if it were a peephole and spied Whumpee’s eyes blown wide in fear, tears streaming down her face. 

"Now now don't fret my dear, I have long since removed her bones and bought a brand new coffin just for you. I don't like to let my wives share you understand, given your emotional display at the mere thought of such a thing, I'm not one for the dramatics." 

"Pl-please let me out! Please! Please!"

"No. I just finished burying you and I am quite tired." Whumper sat up and began to unpack the lunchbox he had brought with and a funnel which he affixed over the top of the pipe.

"Say ahh" With a chuckle he upended the container contain chicken noodle soup down the funnel and through the lead pipe he had placed for air flow and for feeding times with the wife. He soaked in the sounds of his Whumpee gagging and sputtering as the soup hit their face.  "You forgot to chew you're food before swallowing dear! I have some water for you to wash it down..." 

More sputtering and gagging sounds followed from up the pipe as he opened a bottle of water and poured it down. It was like music to his ears. 

"I'm afraid I must be off now my dear! I'll leave you to clean up dinner and I will see you tomorrow." Whumper packed up his things and grabbed the shovel he had used to bury Whumpee and the coffin he put them in. 

"No! Please stay, don't leave Whumper please don't leave me here!" Whumpee's voice echoed through the pipe, scared and needing him, and Whumper loved it. Without responding he left the cemetery, leaving Whumpee in the grave of his former wife, thankful that he chose the right size pipe as the sounds of Whumpee's cries and pleas didn't trail after him and were lost to the wind.

Whumpee would spend the days digging into the wood encasing them, the nails and skin on their fingers as splintered as the wood now. 

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Days passed. Weeks even. Whumpee counted the days by the way the sun shone through the pipe during the day, flooding the coffin with sparse light to see by. 

Whumper would come each night without fail. Talking about their day as if they were a couple, forcing Whumpee to listen and sympathize for them like a wife should. 

After he was done talking to his 'dear wife' he would send down food in the form of soup varying from chicken noodle if he caught her crying to much, tomato if she had angered him so that it looked as if a flood of blood was raining down on her through the pipe, and if she was good and spoke the right words in the right time he would send down homemade broccoli and cheese soup as a reward. 

Water always followed soon after. With both the food and the water being liquids, Whumpee learned fast how to contort their body to the side of the coffin, angle their legs to bear their weight and to stabilize them, and cup their hands beneath the pipe to pool the food and water respectively which allowed it to be slurped instead of choked on like the first few days.

The smells in the coffin were constantly ripe and Whumper would verbally reprimand her every day now because she had made the cemetery smell like a sewer he said. He was talking more and more about removing or plugging the pipe to block the smells of her defecating in the coffin from alerting any passer-by that might be visiting a loved one nearby.

But today was day three since Whumper's last visit and Whumpee was scared that she was left forgotten. That the smells had driven him away and left her here alone in this grave.

The loneliness was unbearable, the pain in her body was excruciating. As the amount of feces in the coffin grew she had to curl near the top tighter and tighter just to keep from touching it. The smells were nauseating and Whumpee had to crowd around the small opening of the pipe just to breathe fresh air and still not be quite satisfied with what little that was attained. 

Whumpee was able to wash off some of the poo that had stuck to their skin three days ago when Whumper was last here but some more had stuck on again, the waste almost ankle deep even curled tight as they were above it in the coffin. 

The burning and itchiness in their feet and ankles were absolutely maddening. The silence of the cemetery deafening. Whumpee didn't know how many times they caught themselves scratching at their feet before waking up and forcibly stopping themselves as the pain increased. 

Not to mention the bugs and creepy crawlies that climbed down the pipe and fell onto Whumpee. If they weren't squished on site then Whumpee woke with little bites on their skin. More irritation. More pain. 

The flies were the worst. Drawn in by the smell and the constant buzzing made it hard for Whumpee to remember that she was in fact still alive. Not dead.

A crack of thunder peeled across the sky. The sky? Whumpee weakly moved their head to look through the pipe, old bits of food and small bugs currently crawling their way down the pipe could be seen. But so could a small circle patch of sky, which was dark and flashing light followed by rumbles that reverberated through the ground for Whumpee to feel. 

Not dead.

NotDead.

notdeadnotdeadnotdead...

The rain poured down and offered some modicum of relief from the smell and Whumpee happily took the opportunity to fall asleep. 

It wasn't long before Whumpee awoke sputtering on sewer water. 

Sewer water? Might as well be, as the contents of the coffin began to mix and float around them. The rain from the storm on the surface began to fill the coffin with water which is what Whumpee choked on in their sleep. The sores on the their feet painfully burning at the contact with the water, the itchiness from the bites of bugs becoming that much itchier. 

And the cold.

"Just...stop...stop stop stop" With each gargled 'stop' Whumpee beat their fist against their chest as if it would be enough to get the thing to stop beating. 

The rain was freezing cold and the heat steadily seeped from their body throughout the night. Staying warm only by the tight curl of their body with the head twisted at the neck to keep their face above the water that had collected.

Is this how they died? Tears silently streaming to add to the water Whumpee wondered how much longer their body would force them to go on. 

The sun was back out signaling the storm had passed as quickly as it had arrived, that the day was passing by, taking it's torrential downpours elsewhere while Whumpee lay weakly beating their chest and repeating the word 'stop'.

If anything it was something to do to help them stay awake and not accidentally drown in their own poo water. 

I shouldn't have eaten the food Whumper gave me...I should have starved myself...I would be dead by now if I had just starved instead...

--

According to the will his mother left she had left her estate and everything in it to him, her son, all of which his father refused to give him access to. The home and his mother's belongings and collection of books were he had left of her since her disappearance. His father was apparently much to busy chasing the skirts of younger women, warranted or otherwise.

Caretaker pulled into the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers for his mom. It had been awhile since he had last paid her a visit, having been traveling trying to find a lawyer not scared enough to go against his father in court. 

His mother had been gone for almost a decade now, his father bought a plot and planted a headstone for her and was to date the only nice thing he's done for her in Caretaker's opinion. 

As Caretaker neared her grave a rotten smell began to permeate the air and overpower the scent of fresh rain. Odd, it was like a sewer had been opened and spilled. 

The smell got worse as if it was coming from his mother's grave itself. It wasn't just the smell that turned Caretaker's stomach at that realization. 

The ground had been disturbed, but not recently as the grass had begun to regrow. If he wasn't looking for the source of the sewer smell he wouldn't have noticed the grass being a young green...or the strange and out of place pipe protruding from the ground in front of the headstone.

Strange, it was surely the source of the sewer smell...and if the city really did place such a thing in a cemetery, his mother's grave no less, he was going to raise hell with them. 

He placed the flowers down, a bit gruffly in his anger, and turned to leave when he heard a soft barely audible thumping sound followed by a muffled voice.

"stop...stop...stop...stop..." 

"H-hello?" Caretaker called out as he looked around. He was so sure he heard someone, but unfortunately the noises stopped. "Is someone there? Answer me!" He continued, double checking his surroundings to make sure no one was slinking about back behind the trees trying to catch him off guard.

"I-I'm...here...down...here..." 

Caretaker's eyes blew open wide as they spun around to face the headstone once again. The voice was soft, hoarse and barely there. But it was there. He heard it and once he crouched down to the pipe, gagging at the smell, he heard the voice again.

"please...someone...anyone...I'm n-not...not dead..."

With a surge of adrenaline once realization dawned that someone was in fact buried beneath him, Caretaker began to frantically dig with their hands. They paused after a few tries and dug out their phone and dialed 911, yelling their urgency into the mouthpiece before setting the phone to the side to continue to dig with their hands.

Time passed, seemed much longer than it actually was but it passed all the same when the flashing lights and sirens finally arrived. Police officers with shovels, EMTs, everyone arrived and assisted with the digging.

It took several minutes to reach the coffin and bring it up, the sound of water sloshing inside and the strangled cries and choking from inside could be heard.

"Careful! You're hurting them!" Caretaker shouted as he pushed his way to the front of the gathering as the firemen armed with their axes pried the lid opened revealing the source of the sewer smell.  

And revealing the woman within.

Whumpee flinched with their arms up reflexively when the light of a dozen flashlights and headlamps flooded their small, emaciated form. The dress was wet, dirty and stained with feces that floated around them in water that had collected in the coffin.  

Despite that, Caretaker recognized the dress and the woman had long dark hair as well...

"Mother?"

The surrounding group of officers gave him questioning looks and lead him off to the side as the EMT's took charge and began to patch Whumpee up and warm their core temperature to stave off the hypothermia that had clearly begun to set into their shaking form from the storm that had just blown through in the night. 

The face that peeked out held a different shape, the blue eyes dark like the deep ocean. It wasn't his mother.

Relief washed over him only to be replaced with horror. Someone had dressed this woman to look like his mother, bury her alive in his mother's grave. 

"The woman...it's not her, she's not my mother." He informed the officer's before they launched into their questions. 

The ambulance took the young woman away and Caretaker couldn't help the sinking feeling in his gut. That the woman was buried here for him, dressed and looking like his mother...how long was she down there? By the smell of it and the way the grass had grown back it had to have been weeks.

Weeks...

"What's to happen with Whumpee?" He asked the closest officer, who seemed to be as gruff as he was old, as the crew had began taping off and taking photos and markers of the surrounding area around the headstone. 

"Emergency contacts will be notified once we are able to get Whumpee's identity. There are three missing women who look like her that could be a possibility-"

"-Someone put her here."

"Well obviously kid."

"No I mean she was put here. For me to find! She is wearing my mother's old dress, the one she wore everyday, she even looks like her...I need to be with her officer. I need to make sure she's alright."

"Okay easy kid, take a breath. The young lady isn't going anywhere any time soon. She's getting those nasty wounds cleaned and looked at properly. I'll take you to her to talk when we're done and we'll go from there." The old cop took out a pad and wrote a few things down before looking at him squarely. "Now, who do you think would do this to you? Dress this young lady up like you're ma? What do you mean for you to find?"

Caretaker closed his eyes and forced himself to take a deep breath as he made a silent promise with himself to make sure that when he did get to the hospital he could get the young woman everything she needed to get better again.  

"Who would do this to you? Take a woman you don't know and hope you happen to visit your mother's grave in time?" The seasoned cop continued to press him.

Looking back at the cop ready to answer, Caretaker said the two words that always made the blood in his veins boil.

"My father."

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