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[tired-biscuit]

hide and seek in the forest with kiba is fun and all

until you become paranoid that someone else might be hunting you down as well

imagine his fear and guilt when he hears you shriek his name

oh my gosh wait, no :( he’d literally turn full guard dog the second he’d hear you, protective instinct going full blast and everything, and would be ready to kill anyone who’d even think of causing you harm.

i think if you’re a simple civilian, the sight of him going completely haywire (even if it is done solely to keep you safe) would definitely bring a lot of strain to your relationship.

like, he’s just kiba, your kiba. all pouty and dorky and equipped with endless eye rolls and that unyielding desire to be enough for you and the rest of the world, but then you face the snarling that makes you feel terribly on edge, and the claws and the blood and the sound of bones cracking, and all of a sudden it’s not quite the same anymore when you look at him and there’s blood dripping from his sharp canine teeth.

he’d ripped someone’s throat out on a whim and all this time you’d been calling him soft and mushy.

#biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

I think yuuji puts in a similar amount of effort into giving you kids (he breeds you until his cum is dripping down your thighs)

oh gosh, yes! i realised that most of my faves look like they’d be really into breeding and just plain animalistic fucking, so to speak… i think it’s safe to say that i definitely have a type.

and i also think he’d be so kind and gentle with you after you’d get pregnant. always doting on you and touching your tummy even if the baby bump isn’t there yet and kissing it and having his hand over it while he’s balls deep inside you, slowly thrusting in and out because he’s foolishly scared he’ll hurt his future kid otherwise… the mere knowledge of you carrying his child would drive him crazy; he becomes so affectionate and clingy that it’s almost impossible to push him off of you.

but while you’re trying to conceive for the first couple of times, i do imagine that he gets so into it that the sex itself becomes extremely intense. loud skin slapping against skin, larger amounts of cum, a tight grip and pounding that’s hard enough to make the headboard of the bed slam against the wall — that kind of stuff.

he’d never hurt you — he makes sure it’s all done in a way that gives you pleasure instead of pain — but he can be surprisingly rough when the opportunity presents itself and his already fickle mind succumbs to instinct. it’s like he’s letting his cock and heart do all the thinking.

he apologises for it profusely, though… and spoils you rotten afterwards!

#cw breeding #cw pregnancy #biscuit mail #yuuji smut #yuuji x reader #jjk smut #yuji smut #itadori smut #itadori x reader

[tired-biscuit]

BUSCUIT!! the way you write yuuji…i’m gonna implode. if you have any more thoughts i am literally all ears 🧏🏽‍♀️

i sure do!

i think that if you fuck and he cums and you don’t, he doesn’t act insecure about it and leaves you hanging, but rather moves between your legs to finger you until you reach climax like the good boyfriend he is.

so it’s just him hovering over you, still sweaty and flushed in the face from your previous endeavors, intently studying your features for every reaction and looking at you with pure, endless love as he moves his fingers in and out of you at the pace that suits you most.

the cum that he’s spilled inside you earlier dribbles down his fingers and makes you glisten between your legs; it lets the circles that he gently rubs into your clit — after getting some help of finding it from you — run easier and stimulates you even further.

you’re both panting even if only you are on the receiving end this time. to be completely honest, you’re not even all that surprised by it, and that’s because you’re aware that pleasuring you pleasures him just the same. after all, he’s just so giving by nature. he’ll always try his best to make you feel good and to match the level of satisfaction that you bring him with your own actions in bed.

and it’s not like the entire thing doesn’t make him feel good as well. you reach out and wrap your arms around his neck and dig your fingers into his hair so that you can pull him close enough to kiss him, and he feels like he’s on cloud nine. the way your nails drag across his scalp and down the nape of his neck makes him want to shiver, it feels so fucking good.

he picks up his pace as your tongue glides over his front teeth, watches you arch your back when he pulls away slightly and a thin string of saliva breaks the contact between your mouths. his girl is so pretty, he thinks. full of his cum, fucking herself on his fingers, clinging onto him like your life depends on it because maybe it does — you love him that much, that’s for sure.

heat rises inside your tummy, it spills throughout your body and makes you close your eyes from how overwhelming it all is; all that love and stimulation he’s giving you. he’s there, talking you through it with a gentle, “there we go” and “you’re so pretty, you know that?” until your heart feels like it’ll burst from the genuine affection. christ, your pussy is so sticky; how on earth does he turn you on so much?

you eventually moan his name out when you finally break down, this content sigh of bliss accompanied with amazing, warm pleasure that sucks the air right out of your lungs, and he feels blood rushing south again at the sound, feels a new wave of arousal hazing his already fickle mind as you tug on his hair, grabbing firm fistfuls. it all brings his blood to a simmer once more.

so here he is, ready to go again, and here you are; mere putty in his hands because he’s so goddamn generous.

will either of you ever catch a break?

#i feel like he’d have loads of stamina lol #ANYWAYS HE’S SO CUTE AGHHHHH!!!!!!! #i love love love himmmm #biscuit mail #yuuji x reader #yuuji smut #yuji x reader #yuji smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader

[tired-biscuit]

Maybe it’s just me but there is something about knowing a man touches himself thinking about you. That just makes me feral. Or when they wake up with a mess to clean from a wet dream? My pupils morph into hearts. I swear.

what’s even hotter is when they meet up with you afterwards and act all awkward and weird around you because they’re trying to appear like they didn’t just bust the fattest nut to the thought of you writhing underneath them.

like, you go get a cup of coffee or something together and he’s looking at you across the table, just chatting, and all of a sudden there’s an image of what he thinks your face might look like when he’d press inside you flashing right before his eyes.

he can instantly feel his cock start to twitch in his pants, his jaw clenching hard as he fights the urge to place his palm over it in order to hide it. so he’s all nervous and jumpy and tense around you all of a sudden; stuttering on his words, seemingly lost, but the funniest part is that the moment he comes back home, he’s gonna stroke one out with you on his mind all over again. his friend.

maybe he’ll even fantasize about taking the exact same clothes off that you had on that day to make the fantasy appear even more ‘real’. maybe instead of going your separate ways, he’ll picture you sitting inside his car for a little while longer so that you can kiss him and run your hand along his thigh. maybe you invite him inside your home not just to hang out, but to let him fuck the shit out of you; right there on the floor of your hallway because you couldn’t even make it to the bed. those types of scenarios.

the more he sees you, the more he hangs out with you, the needier he gets. it’s even gotten so bad that if you just so happen to call him while he’s stroking himself, he just doesn’t stop — he can’t stop. fucking his fist while actually being able to hear you feels so good. it’s almost like you’re there with him, watching him push his shirt up so that his stomach is exposed while he keeps on bucking his hips up into his hand.

so instead, he’s trying to appear normal over the phone, edging himself over the sound of your voice; body coated with sweat, burning so hot, voice deep because of the lust to riddle it. every time he hears you say his name as you make conversation, he sounds more breathless. more lewd.

and that’s when you realize what’s actually happening. or when you at least get a hunch for it.

what are you gonna do about it, though?

#biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

hi just thinking abt a uhhhhhhhhhh werewolf who's already filled u full but keeps rocking his knot inside u until it swells up all over again bc ur godly writing just ??? 🫣👉👈

imagine trying to push him off of you because you’re so overwhelmed.

one of your hands is on his jaw; fingertips accidentally bumping against drool-slicked canines, the other is on his chest, the hair there so coarse and thick, hiding a wild-beating heart.

your hips wiggle as you attempt to cause some distance between your body and his intimidatingly bigger one just so that you’d be able to gather your breath and a shred of your sanity at least, but you just can’t — no matter what.

he’s got you pinned underneath him, after all; pressing you so far into the mattress that the bed frame is protesting. the wood of the bed frame repeatedly snaps and cracks but he keeps on pushing, keeps on pushing inside you. to make matters even worse, his knot is swollen again and is snuggled tightly against that tender spot that makes you want to close your legs and weep.

but despite the fact that you can’t currently close your legs from the way he’s claimed his rightful place between them, you still cry out at the fullness; at the way his inhuman tongue laps at the single tear that slides from the corner of your eye, then; gliding right down the curve of your cheek. he catches it before it reaches the edge of your jaw. sniffs, warm puffs of air tickling your skin, to see if there are any more to follow before he settles on painting a single line of warm saliva up your neck, right across your pulse point and up the side of your face.

you twitch at the bestial portrayal of affection he gives you now, writhing atop the sweat-soaked bed sheet but stopping immediately when the flash of heat sears you at the place where you connect to him, or rather he to you.

he’s literally stuck inside you for a second time in a row, causing you to feel like your pussy is about to burst. a small hiss leaves your lips in response to the sensation, however you’re relieved to find out that it’s fast to mellow out when you don’t move around as much.

still, it shouldn’t even be there in the first place, now should it? he promised you that the entire thing wouldn’t take long…

and yet here you are.

“i can’t believe you,” you chide, chest heaving because of the anger that bubbles within. “we’re seriously doing this again?”

at your nagging, your werewolf boyfriend stares down at you with what you could best describe as an unimpressed look his eyes. the slits that have replaced his pupils dilate sideways, eating up most of the yellow iris before relenting and thinning back to their original size again.

“keep still and it’ll be okay,” he grumbles, agitation lacing his already gruff, animalistic voice, causing it to sound even more dangerous than it already does. he doesn’t want to come across as mean or inconsiderate, especially when you’re so vulnerable and split open for him like this, but he knows your constant squirming may cause pain for the both of you.

“you’re gonna kill me like this, you know,” you mumble, stubbornly turning your head to the side when he leans in to kiss you. “gonna lose your mate just because you’re one greedy motherf—f-fuck!”

he huffs a laugh that sounds like thunder at your stutter, at the way you pretend to refuse him even if he can feel your pussy clamping down on him tighter, tighter, tighter when the knot finally does its job and stuffs you full completely, locking itself inside you yet again.

your inner thighs are still tacky. his cum and your arousal that have dribbled out of you after the first time are still drying, and here he is: already planning on spilling another load inside you. already thinking about plugging you and keeping you submissive until the seed sticks, just like he did earlier.

it’s his favourite part, especially because the face you make whenever the warmth of his release pools inside your belly is absolutely priceless.

however, nothing, absolutely nothing beats the face you pull when he sneers, gets real close to your ear and whispers,

“the only thing i’m gonna do is make sure you’re pregnant with my pups, sweetheart.”

#cw breeding #cw knotting #cw monsterfucking #werewolves #werewolf boyfriend #fjsidjsjdj AGHHHHHH I’M OK I’M OK JDJDJDJD #biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

men who trip over themselves to open jars for you and do household repairs because they like to feel needed and useful and manly>>>>

this is so golden retriever boyfriend.

they’re huge pleasers out of the goodness of their own hearts, so they constantly want to make sure you’re being well taken care of and are happy with them. a relationship with them tends to last, though only if you put in the effort, too.

you calling their name so that they can help you with something feels like pure euphoria even if it’s for the smallest, most unimportant of things like placing a new frame on the wall or unclogging the sink. accepting a kiss to the cheek and a small ‘thank you’ makes them soar. they’re happiest whenever you act like a damsel in distress just for their own sake so that they can spring into action and ‘save’ you from whichever trouble you’ve got yourself wound up in.

they’re the type of dudes who feel genuine happiness when you pretend to swoon and say the words ‘big boy’ the moment they flex their muscles jokingly or when you lick your finger and step onto your tippy-toes to rub off some dirt off their cheek. the type who eat you out for ages; until you’re literally shaking in their arms from all the stimulation and they’re nearly blinded with joy from how blatantly your body needs them; how blatantly it reacts to them.

they’re simple and easy-going but so warm to be around that it turns them complex in its own way. you grow addicted to their presence and the sunshine they bring along without even realizing it and all of a sudden you’re wrapped tightly in his bear-like embrace and you’re mumbling “my man, my man, my man” into his strong chest without stop.

and that’s just fine.

they want to be the hero, the knight in shining armor, the person you come running to whenever the world feels wrong anyway.

they really do want to be your man.

#biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

naruto mounting you..... what if ifjhdis what if i fell to the floor— him all sweaty.. him trying to get even deeper and closer to/in you like it's possible.. and the sounds he'd make rigjt in ur ear omfgg he is literally incapable of shutting up!! just groaning and moaning telling u how good and nice u feel argfjkajdjs i need him now 🫥

right??! he’s panting in your ear, calling you a good girl, telling you to give him “jus’ one more, mhmm... c’mon, you can do it; i know you’ve got one more in ya… c’mon, sweetheart; cum f’me.”

he’s all praises and salty kisses pressed into your hot skin. and he’s just so big, too! heavy and strong and firm but gentle when you need him to be. cheeks pink, almost red because of the closeness and the way how sticky and warm and wet you are at the place where you connect; how lewd the sounds of it are whenever he draws his hips back and slams them right back in — hissing through gritted teeth, wanting more, more, more.

he’d be so greedy. and i also think he’d look sooo hot sweaty and with a look of actual focus sitting on his face. like, brow furrowed, eyes dark, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. he’s actually present, completely invested; that outrageously fleeting mind of his zeroing in on you and only you.

#lord give me strength imma combust #imma write about him mounting you someday i promise #like an entire fic #naruto smut #biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

that art of naruto's seal.... thinking.. thinking abt it glowing when he's abt to/when he does cum teehee 🙈🙉🤭🤭

18+ MDNI / fem!reader

there’s sweat gleaming on his skin while you’re dragging your tongue up and down his dick; sucking on the head and moaning at the salty taste of pre-cum. he’s so overstimulated that his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s fisting the sheets and his head is pushing back into the pillow every so often so that he can groan with delight into the dark ceiling above him.

you take your time; working him to his breaking point nice and slow. leaving messy kisses all over his chest and waist. letting him stroke your cheek even if the bandages that cover his prosthetic feel rough against your skin. cooing softly and showering him with praises when he gets a little too whiny.

and just when he’s finally about to cum — when you feel him start to twitch inside your mouth and when his hips kind of buck upwards — you pull back. it’s done the last second and he whimpers in protest, he fucking whimpers as his release is about to splatter all over his stomach.

but then he growls in disapproval all of a sudden, low and dangerous — the sound nothing alike with the previous one he just made. his pupils change shape in a blink of an eye. there’s also a faint, warm glow surrounding you both, coming from the swirl that’s on his stomach — it makes the sweat on your faces visible as you look at each other.

a lump forms inside your throat as the atmosphere shifts. he looks like he’s going to hunt you down any second now, taking the bared teeth and the wild look in his eyes into consideration, but before you know it, it’s over. he regains control, just barely, and the tension that’s been riddling the air is gone as quickly as it came.

you inhale a deep breath as you watch him cum with a heavy-beating heart, trying not to pay mind how the hair on the back of your neck is still standing. it’s all him, no fox. his defences are at their weakest when he’s overcome with emotion.

meanwhile, naruto is panting. his chest is practically heaving, but it stutters with a hitch of a breath when you cautiously lean in to lick the cum off of the seal that’s tattooed on his tan skin and that’s now gone back to its original black colour, the glow of it subduing.

you’re going to clean up the mess he just made. it’s what good boys like him deserve for being able to control themselves even in the most crucial of moments.

#i miss feral n.aruto so much #so this is obviously straying away from canon ok!! #i will be thinking about this the entire day thank you very much #naruto smut #naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki smut #biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

horny am thoughts..... but thinking about kiba's strength i'm.........🤤 like why do i feel like it would be so rare to have lazy spooning morning sex with him without it turning into prone bone??? it takes 0.5 seconds before he can't resist the urge to just push you over and squish you under his weight and make you take it the way he wants to give it to you jdfhvjbdfvh 😳 and then to make matters worse!!! he's rolling off you smirking with a cheeky raise of his brows asking what's for breakfast because he's starved after loving you so well 😭

18+ MDNI / fem!reader

and even while he’s spooning you, you realise that he doesn’t seem to have any trouble at all when it comes to pulling you closer; especially if you’re kind of squirming and trying to get away because it’s early in the morning and you’re very quickly overstimulated… he just manhandles you however he wants without thinking about it because it’s so easy to him.

he wants you on your belly? no biggie, he’ll just push you over and press you into the mattress and hold you there with his weight, making sure you’re pinned down. in a mating press? say no more, all he has to do is fold you in half and use his big hands to make your knees nearly touch your ears.

and the touch would feel so pleasant, too; despite the obvious strength behind it. his palms are always warm and calloused because he’s a hard-working man that knows how to use them. his fingers sink into your thighs or hips or wherever, and hold a grip that’s tight just enough to make you acknowledge the power but not tight enough to hurt in a bad way.

i think that portrayal of physical power would be really interesting to see if you were just a normal civilian! like, he’s able to lift boulders and crack someone’s skull and turn it into dust just by pressing his hands together and adding a bit of force into it, but you’re still causing a fuss if he wants to carry all the grocery bags in a single trip because you just can’t comprehend the raw strength he possesses, you know?

shinobi are built different, you’ve always known this, but you so rarely see that difference in action when all you can do is stay off the battlefield in order to remain safe.

and even when you’re safe, you can’t see it! sure, kiba being kiba, he likes to boast a little and likes to show off from time to time, however he always tries his best to treat you as gently as he possibly can despite his opposing appearance and nature. he’s dumb, but he’s still smart enough to know that you wouldn’t be able to endure what his comrades can, so he tries not to expose you to those things too much. unbeknownst to you, even play fighting is executed carefully for that reason.

and then one night he comes back from a mission that lasted way longer than you both expected, and he loses his composure for the first time in forever; just a smidge of it when you get down to business. after a bit of kissing and grinding, he finally pushes his cock inside you, between your walls that are so wet and warm from how needy you’ve become, and you can hear the wooden headboard of your bed creaking in protest when he grabs ahold of it and squeezes just a little bit too tight because of the pleasure and the smell that pleasure brings. it outright cracks.

“fuck, sorry. you just feel so good… i missed ya,” he mumbles when he sees how your eyes widen, his voice nothing but a tired drawl, but the wood continues to splinter and the veins atop his hand aren’t even bulging from the pressure. it’s done so effortlessly that it’s almost terrifying for a normal human like yourself. you know he’d never hurt you, but what if he was holding your shoulder instead of the headboard in that moment? would it give in just as easily as the wood?

after that, you learn that he’s perfectly capable of carrying all those grocery bags in one go. hell, he can carry you up the stairs while he’s at it, too. it’s basically nothing to him.

#i had butterflies while writing this lmaoooo #kicking my feet twirling my hair EVERYTHING #biscuit mail #naruto smut #naruto x reader #kiba smut #kiba inuzuka smut

[tired-biscuit]

Naruto’s endless stamina is not talked about enough like I can only imagine him needing to fuck all the time to the point that he is eating you out in your sleep, rutting into the mattress because he can’t get enough of you and he has to get his energy out somehow. consenting, of course!

yes, yes, yes, oh my gosh! this man fucks like a rabbit!

i think that before he becomes hokage he’s got all this free time and energy and stamina that not even training and missions can tame. to make matters even worse, he’s also like the biggest perv ever but hides it so well behind the whole sunshine boy persona!

like, for example, you visit him to cook him some dinner because he’s been busy all day, but instead you end up getting fondled in front of the stove. he’s messily kissing your neck, murmuring soft thank you’s into your skin as he presses himself against you in a way that lets you feel the ridge of his cock against your ass…

or, or, or, maybe you go out for some drinks with friends! he thinks you’re just so pretty when you’re all dolled up; in your little dress and with gloss on your lips that probably tastes really sweet if he were to dart his tongue over it. how couldn’t he get a little bit touchy and maybe try to bend you over against the tiles in the bar’s bathroom? or maybe you could just go home early so that he can pound you until sunrise or until the bed breaks? he’s buzzing about the idea already, he needs release.

stuff like that.

his mind is very fleeting and male-like. i think you’d need to cockwarm him in order to make him focus sometimes because otherwise he’s just constantly groping you and touching you and is trying to sneak his way into your panties no matter what, etc. (he just loves you so much, he has to show it somehow!)

because if you sit on his lap and let him fill up your pussy, maybe he’ll actually listen to you. he’ll whine and moan and beg you to start bouncing, of course, but maybe if you grab him by the chin and look him in his pretty blue eyes, he’ll shut up for a change and stop for a second to calm the fuck down.

#naruto smut #naruto x reader #biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

omggg please more of golden retriever boyfriendsss maybe they're fucking you in missionary so they can see your face and cradle you in their arms and they'd ask you over and over again if they're doing a good job bc they just want your praise

i think he’d give you so much praise that he’d even manage to convince you to open up and occasionally let him record you and take pictures of you while he’s fucking into you.

i mean, he’s as trust worthy as they get; he’d never disrespect your privacy by showing any of the material to his friends. and besides, isn’t the idea of him jerking himself off to you instead of regular porn super hot? it’d maybe even make you feel kind of confident after the initial stage of camera shyness fades away.

besides, how can you possibly decline? he’s just so evidently obsessed with you; so in love with you. he wants you burned into his memory forever.

“there she is, there’s my pretty girl,” he says, voice gruff and raspy while he spreads your legs wider with one hand and grips his phone steadier with the other. “so wet f’me. so pretty and fuckin’ tight around my cock.”

and it’s only after he keeps staring at the sticky place where you connect, filming it and stroking it without end, that you notice how he’s actually talking to your fucking pussy instead of you, hahaha!

but no worries, he makes sure to look you in the eyes and to tell you how he wants to marry you the moment your muscles clench and that gorgeous orgasm face of yours peeks through.

#biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

stepdad kiri sawing his fat cock in n outta u at this firm steady pace,, even with u folded up under him squirting n making a mess for him his rhythm doesn't change even though he's so near to losing composure when finally filling u up,,

and the entire time he’s looking at you with these big, lovey-dovey eyes and is just like “is this okay?” “does this feel good?” “yeah? feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” “look at that… taking me so well, mhmmm…”

and after you’re both done, he gets a hot shower running and washes your hair for you and keeps kissing the water droplets off your neck and shoulder until he just fucks you again — this time against the tiles… presses his cock deep inside you again and is just murmuring nonsense and quiet apologies; that he just can’t help it, that he’s so sorry, that he’s gotta use up all the alone time that he gets with you whilst he still can.

#i’m :(((((( #he’d be so sweet sighhhh #cw stepcest #biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

I feel naruto would be so breeding and cum obsessed. just obsessed with starting a family and being connected in that way. maybe also partly because of his nine tails and his more beastly side. I really picture him with his hands tenderly places on your stomach as he fucks you deep talking about putting a baby in you and keeping you on his dick forever so he can take care of you

nobody wants to baby trap you more than this man. he wants a family because he’s never had one.

he fucks you often already — even when he comes back feeling particularly exhausted from missions or training — but the moment you tell him you’re pregnant he starts fucking the literal life out of you.

very “that’s my baby in there, i’m the one who put it in there” while staring into your eyes; the stare so intense that it feels like he could burn you even if his irises are in the colour of the sea.

you call him daddy as an innocent joke one time (because you’re gonna make him into one, after all) and he feels like he’s either gonna fucking lose it from all the pride and excitement that swell within him or that he’s gonna bust a nut right into his pants, completely untouched.

#cw breeding #cw pregnancy #naruto smut #biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

ex Kiba being jealous of you cus you're moving on too easy while he still can't fuck anybody, his dick won't work when is other person, like your pussy is his roman empire

i think it’s the scent that would fuck him up!

he gets so used to the way you smell that he automatically gets hard when he catches a whiff of you when you both run into each other somewhere in public, like maybe a grocery store or something.

it’s a particularly hot summer afternoon and you’re sweating because of the heat, of course, and it immediately takes him back to a time when he was the reason behind the salt that’s currently sitting on your skin.

he wants to pound you again so bad and you know it — years of partnership have taught you to read his body language exceptionally well. but all you do is smile and look at him with those sweet, sweet eyes, that you’re well aware he’s always been a sucker for.

and then you touch his bicep and tell him how nice it was to see him again, and he’s ready to risk it all all over again because he’s so, so, so tired of pathetically fucking his fist to the thought of you, his ex-girlfriend, every single night before bed.

he hates feeling like a loser, it drives him nuts.

#biscuit mail

[tired-biscuit]

I need some more werewolf Kiba in my life! 🤤 I wonder, would he end up dealing with a heat of some sort or would he try to resist his urges? In this AU would Akamaru still exist?? 🤔

18+ fem!reader // cw: monsterfucking, breeding, knotting, scenting.

you best believe that if this man ends up slipping into heat while you're near, he's definitely not resisting the urge to break you in half whilst trying to breed you.

as a matter of fact, he can't resist it.

i think he's just way too rash and reckless by nature to keep himself in-check, you know? he acts before he thinks and you just smell so sweet, you lure him right in, make him stalk you around the house. so before you know it, he's got you caged in on the bed with the help of his immense weight, with your cheek pressing into the pillow and your ass pushing high in the air.

he's grunting, nearly whining breathlessly as he holds your wrists pinned to your lower back and drags the tip of his nose down the outline of your slit that you hide from him with the help of your panties. literally nosing around, he bumps against your clit and pushes against the little button of nerves with utmost eagerness. the little submissive sound that is your gasp only spurs him on further.

your body tenses as he inhales deeply, then; so deeply that it makes you squirm from the insecurity to hit you. by now, you've grown accustomed to the slightly odd thing he has for smelling you all the time, stealing little whiffs whenever he hugs you or kisses your neck, but this time it's different. the sound is so obvious, and thus awfully lewd, so much so that you're nearly sinking your teeth into the pillow from how flustered it makes you as your thighs rub together.

you know that his sense of smell is even more sensitive during this time - he's sheepishly told you about it at some point in your relationship, when you'd finally convinced him to talk more about this side of him and everything that comes along with it. still, despite the knowledge, you can't stop the blush that now rapidly sears your face when he mutters something along the lines of how he could distinguish the scent of your 'pretty little cunt' from miles away; can't stop yourself from swallowing audibly when he grits out how it drives him 'fuckin' batshit crazy'.

so you suppose it's not even that weird for him to have drool nearly dripping down his large canine teeth when he's got the thing that invokes all of that frustration within him right there; right in front of his goddamn nose. it's evident how badly he yearns for you, it makes your heart wish to dance in your chest. your arousal smells like warm honey and he wants - needs - to bury his face right between your legs and lap at that sweet, warm place until it's sticky and wet enough to take his cock.

and speaking of it, he knows he's gotten big; much bigger than normal, not to mention the knot and the way it's achingly throbbing, but you'll make it work, right...? you always do. you're his little human mate and you have to make it work, because he needs release, the rut demands it. his skin feels like it's pulling much too taut to bear, and his bones feel heavier, his teeth feel sharper, his claws are out and he can't for the life of him stop the heavy breathing and the deep growling that's constantly rumbling in his chest and scratching the back of his throat.

he tries to play nice, he really does, but he's irritated and impatient; the heat cooks his brain and turns it into mush. he attempts to tug your panties to the side, but instead he tears them right off with the help of two claws. tries to lap at you slowly, laggardly, but ends up spitting onto your pussy and shoving his tongue inside instead just so you'll get wetter faster. he paws at you instead of caressing you like he normally does. nips at your skin instead of kissing it.

his instincts kick in and suddenly he's had enough. he snarls as the bed protests with loud creaks when he mounts you. you freeze at the deep, threatening sound; at the way his warm breath fans the back of your neck. he's so close, predator on top of prey; panting right into your ear, eyeing the cold sweat that gleams on your skin.

it feels like he's going to swallow you whole. you swear you can feel saliva drip onto your shoulder.

"you're a good lil' mate, aren't you?" he murmurs at some point and lets go of your wrists so that he can wrap his arm around your middle from underneath. your eyes flutter shut as you feel his claws dig into your soft flesh and drum against it. the sensation is shiver-inducing but you will your body to turn pliant instead of stiff. you let him do what he wants because you trust him, he's your boyfriend above all else.

"mh-... mhmm," is all you manage in return. it always makes your toes curl when he calls you his mate. nobody has ever called you that before, at least not as effortlessly as he does. you don't doubt that he can smell the spike that appears in your hormone levels at the word, even you can feel the gush of warmth that rushes down, down, down.

"'course you are... my. lovely. little. mate," he grits out the last word after he's finished pushing another inch into your warmth. you tremble, feeling your legs attempt to squeeze shut as a bead of the mixture of his spit and your slick slides down your thigh.

you've turned so wet that it's low-key pathetic. especially because his voice is coarse enough now that it sets your insides outright on fire as he whispers, "so... you're gonna keep bein' lovely for me by taking my knot, right?" he pauses and pushes yet another inch in, nearly making you cream on the spot. the way your hole flutters and clamps down on him like a vice makes him chuckle. "you'll- hah, mm... you'll do this for your mate, won't you? let him breed you? he needs to do it so bad, bunny... you don't understand how badly he needs to do it."

he's trying so fucking hard to be considerate with the way he treats you, going on and on and asking you for permission even if he's already painfully deep inside you and loud squelching fills the room. still, the moment you nod your head yes, the headboard of the bed ends up slamming against the wall nonetheless, because the beast within him roars to just take care of his needs already, otherwise the heat will burn him until he's nothing but ash. it will kill him. it'll make you lose your mate, he's sure of it.

and somewhere deep inside, where he's more human instead of monster, he feels bad for submitting to the urge; so, so bad for being this rough with you and stretching you out way past your humanly limits. for being this selfish. this greedy. he even makes you cry when he sinks in to the hilt, poor, poor you.

but he'll only care about it after he's finished fucking his pups into you. when you're stuck together and he's whining about how he hopes they'll stick as he keeps you stuffed full with his knot. when he's done his job and has satisfied the rut.

#this was so....... #sigh sigh sigh!!!!!! #also yea he needs ak.amaru he's his best friend!! #cw monsterfucking #cw breeding #cw knotting #biscuit mail #biscuit drabbles #naruto smut #cw scenting #kiba smut

[tired-biscuit]

you deep throat kib and he's panting asking where you learned to do that

at first it’s surprise and “where did you learn to do that?” and then, after a couple of groans and dirty profanities that he grunts out when you take nearly the entirety of his cock down your throat and successfully repress a gag, it immediately turns to narrowed eyes and pinched eyebrows and “who did you learn it from?” because you’re making him feel so good — too good — that he starts getting jealous over it.

he’s dumb like that. like, would it kill him to just appreciate the amazing head he’s getting instead of immediately acting possessive…? dummy.

#biscuit mail