#just crack slurp sounds

[catboyieejeno]

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・★

cw: little plot, roommates/fwb to lovers (ig?), strength kink, oral (fem receiving), slightly toxic (?), jealousy, very possessive jeno, overstimulation

18+ minors do not interact !

"stop fucking moving,"

you gasp out when jeno lands a slap on your clit, unable to help but jolt at the wave of pain and pleasure that shoots through your nerves. your eyes are dazed, but you can still make out his figure between your legs. he readjusts, using his big palms to keep your thighs far apart.

"i-i'm sorry, i'm sorry," you whimper weakly. he doesn't pay any mind to your apology, though, attaching his mouth to your dripping cunt once again.

by now, you knew jeno well enough to know exactly what pushed his buttons. it's exhilarating to test his limits, because more often than not, you'd end up with a few mind-blowing orgasms as your so-called 'punishment' at the end of the night.

so earlier, when your mutual friend jaemin came over, you thought it would be ingenious to settle down on the couch beside him and swing your legs over his lap.

that was your first mistake.

"sit there and take it," jeno growls, "and stay fucking still unless you want me to edge you all night,"

you knew your little plan would bother jeno, and it very much did. it was painfully obvious on his features, from the moment you hiked up your smooth legs and laid them over jaemin's thighs.

jeno's glare was unyielding, and he had his jaw clenched so tight, you worried his teeth might crack.

purely oblivious to your antics and jeno’s sudden sour mood, jaemin didn't think twice about resting his hands on your bare skin—it was an innocent gesture, really. the problem was, when he told a joke that made you laugh, you laughed a little too hard, taking his hand into your own and sliding it up your thigh.

it was bad enough that your cotton shorts were absolutely tiny, but it was worse that they were now tucked high between your legs. by the time you settled jaemin's hand where you wanted it to be, he was no less than a few inches from your core.

that was mistake number two.

"jeno. holy shit, please,"

"you wanna tease me, huh? wanna get me jealous? you like that shit," it doesn't matter that he's mumbling into your folds and his speech is slightly slurred, you catch onto his every word.

he laps you up again and again, alternating between laying his tongue flat on your clit and wrapping his lips around it to suck on it. his hands have slid up your waist, but his elbows keep your legs pinned open.

you're, quite literally, on fire. the wet, slurping sounds of him making out with your pussy are so loud that they're deafening. every groan and growl he grants shoots vibrations through you, and there doesn't seem to be enough oxygen in the room with the way you're rigidly panting.

if he didn't let you come soon, you're pretty sure you'd pass out.

"do you want anything to drink, jae?"

jeno scoffs. since when the fuck did you call jaemin 'jae?'

"some water would be nice, thanks," the boy flashed his smile at you and you stood up, ass practically hanging out of your shorts and right in his face. you couldn't see with your back turned, but jeno caught the way his friend's eyes darted to your pretty, plump cheeks, adam's apple bobbing as he gulped.

you returned with his glass, but just before you handed it to him, you pretended to stumble, and some of the water landed right over his crotch.

was it extremely cliche? sure, but it certainly did the trick.

when you came back with a kitchen towel chanting fake apologies and just about straddled one of his legs, jeno had pretty much had enough.

but then, as if that wasn't nearly enough, you went on to wipe away at jaemin's jeans (right over his slightly swelling bulge) wearing the most infuriatingly innocent look on your face.

"i'm so sorry!"

"it's okay, really," jaemin insisted, subconsciously spreading his knees farther apart so you could continue to dry him off.

"it's really not! jeno," you called, turning and batting your eyes, "can't you lend him one of your pairs?"

the moment your gaze landed on him, you knew you were fucked.

he narrowed his eyes on you, shooting daggers your way. after letting some air out through his nose, he seethed through his tightened teeth a small "sure."

and that? that was mistake number three.

"jeno, baby, i'm so close,"

"no," he warns, "don't you dare fucking come."

"i can't help it, i'm gonna-"

he stops at once, pulling the rug clean from under you and smirking at the way you whine out, body seizing up as your orgasm is stripped away. he watches as your hole pulses incessantly with need, grinding himself into the mattress.

you cry out, "i said i was sorry," but he only tuts, shaking his head.

"you made your bed, now lie in it."

"please," you're breathless and desperate for some sort of release. so much so, that you resort to shamelessly bargaining, "i'll give you head everyday for the next week,"

"not good enough. I can fuck your mouth whenever I want,"

"jeno! i'll- fuck, i don't know," you look around as you rack through your brain, but he doesn't let you finish your thought.

"say you're mine."

"but,” you pause, eyes widening, “i-i'm not,"

jeno sticks his middle finger knuckle deep into you, stilling it there within your tight, fluttering walls, "so then, tell me. you want jaemin's mouth on you instead of mine?"

"no," you answer quickly, honestly.

he pumps into you once, then twice, slowly coaxing the confession out of you, "then say it, baby. say you're mine, that i'm the only one who makes you feel this good,"

"i'm not yours, jeno. we-we've been over this,"

"i guess you don't wanna come then, do you?" he withdraws his digit and sits up on his knees, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, "i don't know why you have to be so fucking stubborn all the time,"

you watch as he pulls his length out of his boxers, mouth working to gather saliva to the front of his mouth. he spits, letting it fall onto his swollen, pink tip. it's hard to hide the way you're basically squirming in anticipation, hips practically bucking up and closer to him.

"i'm sorry," you try again, voice sweet and airy. but again, he doesn't answer. he simply lines himself up with your hole and pushes in with a hiss, training his eyes on you to watch the way your jaw goes slack.

"you're a brat," he scolds, "and a tease," his hands press down on your tummy, resting his weight there. when he bottoms out, you grip his wrists, looking down to watch the way he sits on his heels with his dick buried in you.

"i'm sorr-“

"stop fucking saying that," he thrusts into you and you moan out, "you know what i wanna hear," his gradually increasing pace makes you shudder, and your orgasm starts building within you once again, "i'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll never even think about jaemin again,"

jeno rams his hips into you and the sound of your skin slapping against his echoes around your bedroom. you try to cover up how close you're getting, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he won't notice until it's too late.

the only problem is: jeno knows you just as well as you know him, and even more so, he knows your body. he prides himself in that—in catching every little involuntary sign and habit you have.

he knows the way your toes curl when he hits the right spot, deep within your gummy walls, and he knows the way your eyes gloss over to spill hot tears when he chokes you.

your face might be able to conceal your true intentions, but your pussy, gushing and squeezing around him, can not.

“if i feel you come around me, so help me god, i’m gonna stop,”

there isn’t the slightest hint of a bluff behind his sharp tone, and it pisses you off. your cheeks are red hot with frustration, nails digging into his skin, which only makes him squeeze your waist harder. the pleasure is dizzying, his thick length dragging up and down your walls in the most delectable way.

you aren’t gonna last much longer, you know that. he knows that.

“please, jeno. please please please,”

“i’ll let you come, baby. there’s nothing i want more than for you to come on my cock, but i need you to tell me,”

sneakily, you trail your hand between your legs to stimulate your clit, but he’s quick to grasp both of your wrists before you can even savor the feeling, pinning your arms on your chest between your bouncing breasts.

you’re a mere second away from whining out in protest when his own free hand flies to rub circles on your puffy clit, and suddenly, the feeling is far too overwhelming.

forced to blink harshly a few times to regain focus, you look at his features and come to the conclusion that truthfully, jaemin, and no one else for that matter, could ever make you feel like this.

you didn’t want anyone else anyway. your little act was just a ploy to get you to this very point, stuck underneath jeno who manages to make you come so hard each and every time he’s inside you that you wind up seeing stars.

as the cord threatens to snap in your belly, every ounce of you longing for release, you moan out loudly, giving in, “i’m yours! i don’t want anyone else, i promise,”

“yeah?”

“yes,” you insist, “yes, baby. fuck, m’all yours, always yours,”

he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and suddenly, all the anger he had been airing out fades for a moment. he doesn’t shove his tongue down your throat (although you wouldn’t have minded much), and he doesn’t move his lips in any kind of rush; instead, they move against yours softly, almost feather-like, as if your confession would float away from any suddenness.

and finally, against your lips, he mumbles, “go ahead and come, sweet girl. i’ve got you.”

instantly, your nerves ignite and your breath hitches, your orgasm washing over you at last.

he isn’t far behind, not at all. he had been sensitive ever since he’d started humping the bed with his head stuck between your legs.

he finishes with you, in you, shooting streams of hot white cum inside your clenched walls. the grip he holds on your hand releases as a grunt rumbles in his throat, and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, letting him bury his face into your neck.

when he stills his movements, he lays his weight on top of you, warm, slick skin pressing right up against you, chest to chest.

after a few moments of silence, other than the settling heavy breaths from both of you, you rake your fingers through his hair, muttering timidly by his ear.

“i mean it. i’m yours. i only did all that earlier for—well, for this.”

“all mine?”

you nod, giving him reassurance when he lifts his head to read the expression on your face, “mhm.”

“good. i’m all yours, too.”

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[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

jjk men cum while eating you out (MDNI)

Gojo. His face is a mess, your juices coating his face as he's buried between your thighs. His pants are tugged down to his thighs, a hand fisted around his cock as he leaks pre onto your freshly cleaned sheets.

"Shiiit baby.." he groans into you, the pace he used with his cock sped up. "You taste so good...gonna make me fucking cum." A low whine forms in the back of his throat as his slicked up skin slides back and forth in his palm. His hips came to a halt, stuttering, as those once clean sheets were stained with his arousal.

Geto. His large palms pressed firmly down on your thighs. Holding you in place as he absolutely devours your pussy. Trailing his tongue up and down, dipping into your needy hole. He had to admit, this action was making his sweatpants grow tight, and he was sure if he looked. A wet patch would steadily be growing on the front.

You could hear it. The sloppy sounds of him making out with your cunt. The low, subtle purr in the back of his throat. That slowly became deeper, with more throat until you felt him stop entirely. A subtle shift of his hips had told you all you needed. He came. Simply at the taste of you. And he didn't stop there.

Choso. Whimpers softly, his hips pushing back and forth. Dragging his weeping cock, covered by his jeans, across the base of the couch. He simply couldn't help how good you looked today. So it was no secret when he pleaded to just have a taste of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs as he rested his chin on your belly. "Please...let me taste you." That was ten minutes ago.

"Mmm...so good, thank you..." he mumbled, licking at your sweetness. His lips glossy from spit and your arousal. It wasn't long until he started to pant, sweat formed heavily on his bro as he moaned low. His jeans growing sticky and warm.

Toji. He stares at your weeping pussy with a shit eating grin. Bringing his hand back only to thrust it forward, landing a loud crack to your ass. His hands grabbing the flesh, hard, jiggling it in his palms. His breath fanning against you, hot and teasing. You knew what you had to do.

"Better start sucking that cock, mama. Or else you're not getting any." With a whine, you comply. Slurping down his thick dick into your throat, milking a curse from the larger man's throat. "That'a girl. Just like that." And with you obeying, he dove deep into you. Sliding his tongue in all sorts of ways, gathering up your slick only to spit it back on your pussy. He was filthy with it. But so were you, making the man behind you groan, deeply. Shooting his seed down your throat.

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[natti-ice]

Reader catching eddie jerking off and moaning her name

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni,masturbation, blowjob, cum eating

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You walk in the front door of you and Eddie's trailer after work and shut the door quietly, you toss your keys into the small bowl by the door and let out a sigh. You were so glad to finally be home after a long day and were looking forward to some much needed relaxation, you took off your shoes before placing them on the shoe rack. You tried to walk as quietly as possible as to not wake Eddie, he worked night shifts so he was normally asleep when you got home.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie was in fact not sleeping. When you walked into the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets to find something to make for dinner, you heard something. At first you assumed it was some animal outside making noise and brushed it off, you continued to search through different boxes of pasta and ready-to-make meals when the sound got clearer.

Your ears perked up when you heard your name, you knew that voice very well, the desperation laced in every syllable, you've heard it so many times it's burned into your brain. You stopped immediately what you were doing and started to walk towards the back bedroom, the floor creaked slightly under your weight making you stop and curse yourself for not being as stealthy as you'd hoped you would be. You held your breath for a moment hoping that Eddie hadn't caught on to your presence, when you heard another soft moan you knew you were good to keep going.

As you approached your bedroom you noticed the door was cracked open, that's why you could hear everything so clearly, the closer you got to the door, the more turned on you became. You were always a sucker for hearing your name escape Eddie's lips, no matter the situation, even when he was mad at you it still drove you crazy when he said your name. Once you made it to the doorway you saw him, propped up against his pillow with the blanket scrunched up at the bottom of the bed. Eddie's eyes closed as his hand works his cock with ease, you could hear the squelching of the lube that coats his shaft.

You covered your mouth as you hold back a giggle, he looked so good laid out on the bed like that, all vulnerable and desperate for release. You debated on turning away and letting him be but something about your man fantasying about you while jerking off really turned you on.

"Need a hand, handsome?" Your voice called out breaking the thick tension in the air, Eddie's eyes immediately shot open and his hand stopped mid stroke but he didn't try to hide what he was doing.

"Oh hey babe," he chuckles softly "I didn't hear you come in." he looks you up and down, admiring every line of your shape "I wouldn't mind a little help" you could see the smirk growing on his face, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of you pleasuring him.

You smile and walk into the room, you get onto the bed and position your face above his crotch. "Well, allow me" you say seductively before dipping your head down to his cock, you look up at him as you swirl your tongue around his tip, the saltiness of his precum coating your tastebuds. Eddie's body shuddered slightly as you took his sensitive member in your mouth, you slowly moved your mouth up and down his length, you could taste his favorite cherry flavored lube that he loved to use on you.

His hands gripped the bed sheet beneath him as you increased your speed. "Oh fuck, just like that baby" he praised your work, you could hear his breathing becoming more rapid as you sucked him off, soft groans and slurping sounds bounced off the walls of your bedroom. You knew he was close, the tip of his cock pulsating in your mouth was an indication of his approaching orgasm, you kept the same rhythm and before you knew it his cum shot into the back of your throat.

“Mmm fuck” he groans loudly as he drops his load in your mouth. His chest rises up and down rapidly as he takes his cock out of your mouth and pulls you up to his chest, you quickly swallow his seed and rest your head on his chest. You can hear his heart pounding as he comes off his high, “thank you, sweetheart” he whispers, his voice was scratchy from the intense pleasure you just gave him. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead and wraps his arms around you, holding you close as an appreciation for your service.

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[your-nanas-house]

"Good night, love"

◇ Pairing: Cillian Murphy X wife!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, handjob, blowjob, fluff, slepless Cillian

◇ Summary: Cillian can't sleep and Y/n is turned on by his latest photoshoot.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Didn't re-read it and wrote it quickly in the bus. Based on @r1errr 's idea!

A soft sigh left Cillian's lips, he was lying in his bed enjoying silently the warmth of the covers which were brushing tenderly against his bare skin and his pajamas fabric.

He had been having some troubles to fall asleep even if he had a long day ahead the day after and he was really craving some hours of sleep.

The empty cup of camomile was resting on his night table, since he had finished it sip by sip as his baby blue eyes read a book in an attempt to fall asleep.

Luckily his wife was still awake, her eyes busy scanning a magazine after she had put her book aside... she was quite focused and it looked pretty funny.

He didn't even know what she was looking at, not that he minded though.

"Can't sleep" the older man rasped out as his hands rubbed his face tiredly, in an attempt to relax his whole body to get some sleep. His gaze remained on the ceiling for little time before he turned towards her after not receiving any response.

"Love" Cillian called out, brushing her bare should with his fingertips to catch her attention before repeating himself.

She barely turned around before moving under the covers as if she was in mission. The serious and focus face still on which made Cillian chuckle softly not really knowing what to expect now.

He kept staring at the bulge created by her crawling body, before glancing at the magazine she was previously looking... filled with pictures of his latest photoshoot for GQ.

The older man was about to reach for it when he felt his wife mouthing on his covered crotch. Her tongue daring out to lick and tease the fabric of his pajamas pants making his patience grow thinner pretty quickly.

His fingers moved away eagerly from the magazine to pull down his attire and expose his half-hard cock. His back arched slightly and his hands moved quickly back out of under the covers as he waited for her next move.

His baby blue eyes pierced the ceiling as the anticipation made his breath hitch in his throat. The need to just grab her hair and push her head against his cock and balls was pretty high but he didn't dare to do anything... opting to stay frozen in place.

Little time passed and he felt her soft breath against the tip of his length, her wet tongue started to travel from the base to the end and then down to his balls so that she could wrap her soft lips around one and suckle while licking.

"Fuck...love" Her husband cursed as his breath got heavier, his teeth caging his bottom lip as his fingers twitched before grabbing the sheets tightly.

Her lips started to leave wet kisses up till the lip, her tongue tasting his precum as her hands worked on it all to get him fully hard.

Then.. she stopped suddenly, making him frown in confusion and anticipation. What was she planning? What exactly was running in that dirty mind of hers? He wondered silently before he saw her next movements.

His eyes rolled back, he stopper breathing and a cracked whine left his body at the new feeling of being squeezes and deepthroated without warning.

Cillian could feel her hands work on his balls as she relaxed her throat not yet moving... the waiting was becoming almost painful though. So the last crumbles of self control in his body completely disappeared and his hand moved nearly on his own.

He pushed her head down as he tried to take a hold of it above the covers, opting to keep his hand there as his hips snapped upwards so that he could fuck her throat at the speed he craved.

The loud sounds of slurping made his body shake even more, till it tensed... hot ropes of cum filling her mouth and down her throat making her swallow everything.

"Goodnight, love" Y/n hummed out, popping out of the covers with a naughty smile on her face "Really love your last photoshoot by the way" she added, kissing him softly as he relaxed slowly a lazy decorating his handsome face.

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[pervertedreams]

with farleigh there’s always some sort of competition between the two of you, regardless if it’s subconscious or not. regardless if it’s childish and petty or not, and you always know around summer time when the two of you return to saltburn the games are on.

the fight to see who will break first and when is always thrilling to the both of you, restraining from each other sexually until the end of summer is usually the challenges goal. and you’ll do anything to make him crack, but he’s stubborn. usually he’s the first one to initiate, you can hear the soles of his bare feet slapping harshly against the buffed marbled floors. you’re slump on your bed nearly naked with just your bra and a loose pair of shorts. and you pray they cut the ac on eventually.

you stare at your open doorway, wait for farleigh to arrive in your line of vision. and when he does you nearly roll your eyes, he’s so obvious.

sporting a bare chest and a tight pair of swim trunks, when all this week his trunks have been noticeably loose. at least to you.

you can tell he’s been in the sun a while, complexion deeper than usual. there’s still water droplets running and curving down his chest and to his v-line. he watches your eyes follow it with a knowing smirk. “they aren’t turning on the conditioner.” his voice is flat, and you silently watch how his lips wrap around his cigarette. you scan his bare frame one more time, watching his chest rise and fall, and how the soaked trunks he wears strains around his bulge. you lift yourself up slowly to rest on your forearms, “is there something you wanna tell me?”

his smirk widens as he strides across your bedroom, standing directly in front of you so his bulge is eye level with you, “is there something you’re expecting me to ask?” and he nearly twitches when you look up at him from this angle, this specific view very familiar to him.

other times it’s you, this time you and the rest of the family outside laying by the pool. the loud summer sun burning new complexions into everyone, of course you need sunscreen. so it’d only be right to ask oliver to do it. farleigh’s closest friend of course. you arch against oliver’s palms, hands slowly working the white substance into your skin. you tilt your head back, little moans escaping your throat. making sure to let oliver know how good he is with his hands, all while making eye contact with farleigh. and you can see his lips tighten and thin around his ciggie.

sometimes it’s more subtle, maybe you’re eating a popsicle not even realizing farleigh was looking but of course when he does, you delightfully put on a show. he’s looking intensely, how the sweet treat creates a temporary bulge in your cheek much how his cock has in the past. the way your lips circle and pull around the orange treat, you purposely hollowing your cheeks. you wanna giggle when you watch him readjust in his seat, the book he was reading conveniently covering his hard on.

the sounds of you slurping and swallowing whatever juices melted on your tongue, while the rest dribbles down your throat and disappears into your chest. eventually you pull the popsicle out with a lewd pop, this time looking at him when your tongue licks a bold stripe up the chilled dessert. you lick your lips pointing the popsicle towards him, “d’you wanna taste?”

other times it’s him with a lollipop, maybe you’re sitting on his lap, bodies sticking together from the heat. the two of you watch a movie with felix and venetia. pretty pink lips wrapping and slurping around the red candy, and making eye contact was the worse thing you’ve could’ve done cause now it’s nearly a staring contest. he steadily pulls the lolli out, and you catch a glimpse of a small string of saliva that connects between the lollipop and his bottom lip before snapping. he licks his bottom lip, a sweet layer of sugar stains his taste buds. “when the last time you wore lip gloss?” his question is almost startling, you’ve been so focused on him. unforgivable images playing in your head.

“what?” your voice is hoarse and dry, he gives a low chuckle, bringing his spit slick lollipop pop to the bottom of your lips and circling it around your mouth like its lip balm. your lips are wet and stained and you nearly moan when he presses an open, wet kiss to your chin. “don’t break, baby.” is all he whispers before returning back to the movie like it’s nothing, leaving you irritated with wet lips, not the ones on your face.

idek if this makes sense you know it’s brainrot. feedback is ALWAYS encouraging

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[pedge-page]

can you write something where pregnant reader has trouble holding her bladder and joel messes with her a bit? 🫶🏻

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife drabble - Hold It

Notes: This is NOT Piss kink, just a little Joel and Preggo reader torture amusement. I have separate PK x preggo wife request coming up soon

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The one thing that women aren’t best at as they get older is holding their bladder. When you gotta go, you go.

And the number one thing that having a fat ass baby shoved up your uterus and pushing aside every organ and pressing the full weight of their tiny bodies on—is your fucking already-terrible-to-hold bladder.

Bumping up and down in Joel’s ugly ass truck with suspension that feels like shit because you can feel every single crevice from every single crack in the road does NOT do well for anything except stir up the amount of liquids inside you.

“Joel,” you whisper warningly, legs scrunched together.

Joel knows the difference between your “Joel” with legs scrunched together and the other “Joel” with legs scrunched together.

“You better not have to p—“

“I have to pee!”

He shakes his head with hearty laugh. “I told you to go 30 minutes ago when we were at the stop.”

“I did go,” you retort venomously. “But now I have to go again.”

“We’re 30 miles from the nearest exit. What do you want me to do?”

“Drive faster?!” Are you fucking dumb?

“We’re an hour late as is. I told you—“

“Don’t you dare fucking scold me like a child Joel Miller, this bitch needs to piss and she needs to go right fucking now.”

“You going on the side of the road?” He suggests with half hearted venom.

You whimper and shake your head. You do NOT want to squat down for a piss next to the highway on the road. You wouldn’t do it not pregnant, but definitely definitely not WHILE pregnant.

“Just—just drive faster. And shut up,” you rasp. You hold your hands between your legs and close your eyes, focusing on willing your baby to help you squeeze that lemon for once. “And don’t breathe. Or cough or just —just don’t exist.”

Joel has to wipe his face to hide the smirk on his lips. Your sheer concentration right now, all burled up and shaking side to side has him holding in a laugh.

 He checks his rear view for any signs of cops, then begins to lean into the gas more. You would pay for the turmoil you’re putting his poor truck through—not in any type of obvious payment of course, but in a more satisfying transaction.

Joel balances the wheel with one knee as he opens a bottle of water set on the dash.

He keeps his eyes on the road and makes the loudest, most grating, obnoxious slurping sounds known to man.

Your head slowly rotates towards him as if a killer hawk were seeing prey landed right next to her. He only peeks over and see the absolutely thinnest lined lips on you, and your exceedingly horrifying wide eyes ready to murder him. 

“MMmMM,” he moans, gulping down the bottle with big swallows so you can hear it sloshing down his jugular with each bob.

“You—you shithead,” you snarl.

He raises his eyebrow. “Do you want some?”

You shake your head, neck bowed low because you can’t concentrate on a scolding your asshole husband and holding your urine at the same time.

“M’ gonna ruin your seats.”

He shrugs. “Wouldn’t be so bad. Got all kinds of your juices on here already, what’s another variety to the blend—“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

“Okay okay, I’m pulling off.”

You tumble out of the car before he’s even fully parked, crouching low to the ground begging to God as your last resort to keep. it. In.

Joel just puts his hands on his hips. “You gonna do It through your pants?”

shutupshutupshutupshutup Ohfuckfuckfuck.

He can hear your tiny whimpers, looks down upon his poor little wife and her even tinier bladder about to make a fool of both of them and piss yourself all over your stretchy pants—

He decides you've had enough torture.

“Gas station is 7 feet away, honey.”

You look up and lo and behold, you’re crouched in a parking lot right outside the quaint convenience station, its glowy neon signs and cigarette flyers and “2 for 3” signs illuminating like you had just won the lottery.

“OOHHHH” you gasp, sitting up and holding your vagina in your palm as you wobble into the quaint store like Road Running and down the alley to the bathroom.

Joel comes in afterwards and does the courtesy of buying a few snack for the trip. 

“Pregnant wife,” he muses to the clerk as he slams a few jerky sticks on the counter.

The two of them are startled by a very loud, satisfied moan coming from the women’s toilet room.

The clerk just chuckles and rings up the items.

-

He checks his watch again, tapping his fingers on the wheel impatiently. What the fuck is taking you 20 minutes?

Its not until the gas station door chime goes off outside as the door swings open, and you’re coming out with a 32 oz Big Gulp cup of Frozen Pepsi ICEE while happily waving goodbye to the clerk as you waddle back to the car.

You settle your bumbum into the seat with a little wiggle and slam the truck door closed, sipping away happily with two hands fisting the styrofoam cup.

Joel has one arm over the steering wheel, facing you with a frown and deadpan eyes glancing between you and your cup the size of Africa, your annoying slurps filling the silent car.

You don’t pick up on his silent aggravation at all, offering him a chipmunk smile. “M-ready now,“ you chirp.

He grits his teeth while looking at the cup you can’t even wrap your fingers around. Holds his tongue and doesn’t say anything, faces forward and turns the key into ignition.

-

25 minutes later, with your empty Big Gulp cup rolling around on the floor mat:

“Um, J-Joel,” you warn again, this time voice wavering timidly. “Joel, I have to—“

“NO!” 

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[dustofthedailylife]

Cereal Debates

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Pairing: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader

Summary: You get the urge to tease your boyfriend every once in a while. And today was another day like that. And what better way to do that than to bring up the age-old question: Is cereal soup?

Tags: Crack, a bit of fluff toward the end

A/N: I wrote this like a possessed woman when I thought about the idea. Especially since Alhaitham HATES soup... and don't we all want to rile him up at times? I sure as hell do, especially since he made me lose three 50/50s on his banner now -.-

You sat on the sofa in the living room, flipping through the daily newspaper and eating a bowl of yogurt with fruits for breakfast. 

You suddenly hear the floorboards in the direction of the bedroom creak and not too long after you could hear a yawn and some feet shuffling towards the living room.

“Good Morning.” Alhaitham groaned sleepily. 

He rubbed his eyes and squinted as soon as he was faced with the morning sun falling in through the windows. He had always been somewhat of a morning grump and to be honest, it sort of made him look cute.

The disheveled hair and clothes, the imprint of his pillow still on his cheek, the sleepy expression, and the frown as he slurped his coffee in silence every morning. It took all your willpower not to jump and squeeze him tightly. No one would think someone like Alhaitham could manage to look so adorable, but you had proof he did.

“Good Morning! Slept well?”

“Mhm.” He hummed briefly before vanishing into the kitchen without another word. Like mentioned before - morning grump.

You could hear him press the button on the coffee machine before a familiar buzzing sound could be heard from the same device. He seemed to also get himself something to eat since you could hear him clink some bowls together.

Not long after, he emerged from the kitchen with a steaming cup of black coffee and a bowl in hand and sat down at the dining table.

When you decided to join him, your eyes couldn’t help but fall onto the bowl. It was a bowl of cornflakes that he was expressionlessly shoveling into his mouth.

You amusedly bit your lip because you knew he usually hated everything soup-like, and cereal was no exception to that. And you sometimes couldn’t help but want to tease him a little. And this morning the perfect opportunity presented itself to you.

“Never thought I’d see the day you'd eat soup out of your own volition.” You smirked, knowing full well that you said “soup” and not “cereal”.

“We had no more bread left.” He explained with another grumble, putting another spoon full of cornflakes in his mouth before suddenly pausing in his movement and looking back at you completely irritated. “What did you say?” He inquired horrified, with his mouth still half-full.

“I said, I never thought I see you eat soup voluntarily.”

He knitted his brows further before gulping and pointing at his bowl. “This is cereal.”

“Yes, I’m well aware of what it is. I have eyes. Cereal can be considered a soup-like dish.” You stated matter of factly as you bit back a smirk. 

You pretended to go back to eating your yogurt and reading your newspaper but you could see his completely shocked and low-key annoyed expression from the corner of your eye.

“Cereal is not soup. Cereal is cereal.” He grumbled.

“Is that so?” You raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Yes. Soup is a liquid food, especially with meat, fish, or vegetable stock as a base and often contains pieces of solid food.” He recited the definition he knew, only Archons know where, from. Suppressing laughter became harder and harder by the minute, especially seeing how serious he was taking this debate all of a sudden.

“Especially with meat, fish, or vegetable…”, you pondered putting an emphasis on the first word. “So that means it is mostly cooked that way but not always. So milk can serve as a base just as fine. And technically if you use soy milk or pea milk it would count as vegetable stock, no?”

You could see the muscles in his jaw tense as he gazed at you, thinking hard of what to reply. You could practically see the gears turn in his head before he started to smirk triumphantly. You knew him well enough to know that he must’ve come up with, what he thought was, an irrefutable argument.

“There is something you just said. Cooked. No heating in the process of making a bowl of cereal whatsoever. It’s served cold - therefore it isn’t soup.” He leaned back in the chair with a self-satisfied grin, expecting you not to be able to counter his argument further.

But he shouldn’t count the chickens before they’re hatched.

You stayed silent for a minute and already had a counterargument in your head from the get-go. You just wanted to wait until he took a sip from his coffee before you dropped it.

“Explain Gazpacho then.”

You could see his eyes widen and train on you over the rim of his cup before he put it back on the table with a loud thud. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking annoyed once more.

“What about French Vichyssoise? Also not soup according to you, just because they’re served cold?”

“Okay, I get it.” He grumbled once again, before pondering for a brief moment. “But all of these soups have something in common.”

“Oh? Please enlighten me, Grand Sage.” You continued your teasing.

“It’s Acting Grand Sage.” He emphasized, lightly rolling his eyes with a huff. “But anyway. Soup isn’t sweet. Neither of the ones you named is sweet. They’re savory. Cereal is always sweet.”

He smirked at you once again, fully believing he now had you cornered.

Wrong.

“Ginataang Bilo-Bilo, Koldskål, Zenzai…” You started listing sweet soup dishes from all over the world, watching how his face showed an ever-so-slight hint of surprise as well as horror.

“Now you’re just making things up.” He huffed.

“Want me to show you the soup recipe book we have over there on the shelf? Not that you ever looked at it.” You replied with a teasing lilt.

He had his hand clutched so tightly around his spoon by now that his knuckles were beginning to turn white. You knew he hated losing arguments and battles of wits and this wasn’t going in the direction he had imagined at all. Much to your amusement, however. You could practically see little clouds of steam rise from his head because his brain was racing at a million miles per hour. You just knew he was wrecking his brain to come up with a counterargument once again.

“Okay.” he finally said getting up and grabbing something from the kitchen. He came back with a triumphant smile as he placed a raw, unpeeled potato on the table in front of you.

“What’s this?” He asked, motioning in your direction.

“A… potato?” You replied in confusion, unsure where he was trying to go with this.

“Correct.” He nodded, putting one finger on his chin after placing a bowl of dry cereal right next to it and looking at you expectantly.

“That’s cereal.”

“Also correct.”

“Alhaitham, I’m not sure I follow.” You raised an eyebrow at him, still highly amused about how invested he was in this crack debate.

“A potato is a condiment you can make soup from. But a potato by itself is just that - a potato. You have to prepare it in a special way in order for it to become soup. The same goes for everything else you named. Cereal is always cereal, whether it swims in milk, water, broth, or nothing at all.”

“Okay, fair. Can’t refute that argument.” You admitted with a nod, hearing a small sigh of relief from the other side of the table.

You were no longer able to hold back your laughter now that you looked at his borderline exhausted and relieved expression.

“What? Don’t tell me you still have a counterargument?” He inquired as his eyes widened.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t. You should see your face right now though, it’s hilarious. I was just trying to tease you a bit, I didn’t think you’d get this invested.” You wiped a tear out of the corner of your eyes as you continued giggling.

“You–” He grumbled playfully as he clenched his jaw before he started smiling. “Come here!”

He got up from his chair and lifted you out of yours, walking over to the sofa, and throwing you down it together with himself. He started tickling your sides while holding you tightly to his chest so you couldn’t escape his playful attack.

Out of breath from laughing so much you leaned your forehead against his chest before snaking your arms around him.

“I love you, you dork.” 

“I love you, too.” He replied, lifting your chin up and pressing a featherlight kiss on your lips. “Even if you start arguments about soup with me first thing in the morning. You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

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[absdoll]

AAHHHHGHH YOURE WRITING IS SOO GOOD AND CUTE AND HASKSKDBSKSLANS!!!!!! Do you think you could write sub!abby?? love youuuu💋

TYSM MY SWEET NONNIE ♡💕🩷 I LUV U MORE !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

₊˚⊹ cw : sub!abby , dom(?)!reader , face fucking (r!rec) , fingering (a!rec) , mommy kink , edging (a!rec) 🎀 i think that’s it ? hehe this is gross & i love it <333

“ohhhh, abs” you purr at your 5’10 girlfriend as she sits on her knees at your feet, looking up at you with pleading blue eyes. “you wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you bun? hmm?” you mock. abby whimpers when you grab a fist full of her hair, shoving her nose to your clothed pussy. abby inhales deeply, letting your sweet smell swim through her nostrils.

“please baby, please let me taste you.” abby whispers in a low pitched tone, her hands pinned behind her back.

you run your thumb across her pouted bottom lip, “please, i’ll make you feel so good, i promise.” she begs. abby lets out a long sigh, warm breath fogging over your wet panties. you smirk at her, “p-please, please let me show you how good i am.” abby’s voice cracks, her desperate pleads like music to your ears.

you give her a soft smile, granting her permission to begin nibbling at your clit.

abby moans as she sucks and slurps at your hole, “mm- y-you t-aste s’good mmommy ahh.” your hand gripping the back of abby’s neck, fucking her face. “shhh, use that tongue for licking, not talking angel.” you warn sweetly.

“fuck abs th-that feels sfucki- ahh!” you hiss when abby circles your pink pulsing nub, thick shiny cream coating her chin. “y-yeahuhhh right there!” you moan. the blonde keeps her lips glued to your clit, making you curse and gasp with every lick she gives you. abby’s hands still restricted behind her back, she uses her nose to take over for her tongue, the pink muscle now sucked into your tight hole. you continue to push her head deeper into your pussy. as you ride out your orgasm on her face, you can tell abby’s getting frustrated with the uncomfortable feeling brewing between her toned legs.

“what do you need, baby?” you coo at your girlfriend as she falls onto the bed.

you crawl on top of the buff blonde, pressing a kiss to her forehead. your hand travels down to the band of her boxers, slipping under. your fingers sticking to her folds as you kiss her neck. sighs of both relief and frustration come from her pink lips. your hand just resting on top of her clit, not moving a muscle.

abby’s hips are thrusting up into your hand, you still purposely ignoring her whines and whispers of, “please baby, i made you feel so good, please go faster.”

you begin rubbing slow, small circles on abby’s aching clit, occasionally letting a finger dip into her clenching hole, but only for a second. abby is groaning and flailing around on the bed, so fucking desperate. “more! p-please baby!”

“so pathetic abs, so weak and needy coming from such a big strong girl.” you tease. she lets out a sound of annoyance, huffing at your mean and condescending words. “oh? you don’t like that? you’re way meaner to me angel, remember last night? didn’t let me cum for over an hour.” abby’s eyes widen as she realizes what’s in store for her. “ohh poor baby.. you were making fun of me, remember?” you plunge your two fingers deep into abby’s distressed hole. “f-fuck!” abby cries out as your fingers hit her just right, she’s a whimpering mess.

you feel her gummy walls tighten around you, signaling she’s close. you’ve been in this position before, fucking abby blind with just the thrust of your fingers, her teetering on the edge, and right as she’s about to release all over your hand, you jolt your movements to a stop.

“aaa-ugghh! wh-“ abby’s eyes open to see you grinning down at her, her eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. “fuck you.” she seethes. you giggle at her frustration, picking up your pace again. you slide down to her puffed up clit, kitten licking as your fingers slowly pump in and out of your deprived girlfriend.

abby’s getting close again with every swipe of your tongue drawing figure eights on her swollen clit. her moans are muffled and distraught. “p-please let me cum mommy!” your fingers and tongue working faster to relieve your pent up girlfriend, “go ahead abigail, fill my mouth up.” the second you allow abby to cum, her white creamy juice filling your mouth instantly.

you fall on top of abby, who is trying to catch her breath. “you did so good.” you whisper sweetly in her ear.

a/n : i was struggling with writers block these past few days so i’m sorry if this isn’t the best <3 luv u all 💕💗🩷

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[wh1sp3rr]

𑊡˚+₊🏆✦ — CERTIFIED PUSSY EATER + bkg; one shot

cw: nsfw, smut, aged up, established relationship, oral (f receiving), softdom!bkg, afab!reader

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

it’s a cool night. the room is airy and quiet: a detachment from the rest of the world. your moans are soft and natural, skin dark in the shadows of the room, torso taut and stretched as you lean yourself further into the grey, cotton sheets and spread your legs more to accommodate for katsuki’s voracious tongue.

he kisses with an open mouth. little suck sucks and lets the sheen of sweat and saliva reflect his craftsmanship.

he’s moaning with you in unison, encouraging and almost cheering you on. a not so silent exchange, the gentle beckoning of him almost saying: ‘yes, baby. just like that. sing for me.’

there’s a desperate slide your body makes, tensing up from the cricks of pleasure and the humble troughs his sweet tongue begs soon send peaking waves up to the hair on your head.

he adapts to your movement, pushing his head deeper into the aperture between the flesh of your thighs. he pinches said flesh between the dip connecting his thumb and index finger mirrored on both hands: left and right, and then pulls down harshly, reaching for your ass whilst simultaneously connecting his nose with your pussy, keying his pink muscle in the desperate, fluttering orifice.

you gasp out: choked, earlier committing yourself to maintaining quiet, polite sounds, a flash of a self-made promise you had bonded yourself to. hand on heart, flirtatious, half-hearted words to bakugo:

‘you’ll see! i’ll be quiet…’

an honest attempt at trying to quietly avoid the fact that katsuki was a certified pussy-eater pro. you didn’t want to feed into his already massive ego.

"and you were doing so well." he teases. his smirk brushing at your skin in such unkind ways…

you get higher, squeeze harder.

he slurps. "come on, babe." he goads, kissing your inner thighs multiply. lets them linger before pressing another.

you whimper what sounds like a no.

he breathes in deeply, not quite a sigh but an acknowledgment. he lets his tongue punish rhythmically— snidely knowing you can’t resist. certified pussy eater.

surprisingly, you still hold out. just about.

his hands loosen their tight grasp on your thighs, lets the expanded mass of flesh return to its normal size. instead, he restores to a lighter touch. barely touching your skin and dancing his spread fingertips on the plush of your legs as if it were an ice skating rink.

his moans; a stereo vibration, add to your guaranteed climax. it’s a waiting game now.

but katsuki’s impatient.

his lips stop suckling and he asks you to look down at him.

"hey."

your heart takes the form of a hummingbird: fast and passionate. the pink on your cheeks is almost embarrassing, and you heave your head up from it’s sanctuary on the satin sleeved pillow and look with a fucked-out expression.

he almost comes on the spot. that sheen of sweat plasters and sticks little bits of your hair to your cheeks and forehead, messy and uncoordinated. your open mouth presents a pretty, breathy sound: in and out. your brows are furrowed, and pupils wide, painting your eyes almost completely black.

you can’t even talk.

he kisses your thigh again and stays staring at your face.

"give up, baby. i’m so fuckin’ hard for you right now, i need to hear you."

he shakes his head a little and speaks softly to himself.

"need to hear you so bad…"

you moan a decipherable ‘mhm’ and nod your head enthusiastically and sink back into the slope your head made its home in.

before even nestling back into your preceding comfort, katsuki’s tongue interrupts your action and your moans are incomparable to the ones before.

glossy eyes and open mouth: "yes, katsuki—" your voice cracks and it sounds like you’re about to cry. "yes—!" crack again.

together you come. katsuki’s grizzly, boyish moan first, yours second.

his moan fizzes out and the slick of his hand laddering his dick up-down-up-down ceases.

he kisses between your folds, right at the centre and rests his head over your thigh.

"fucking tastiest pussy in the world. i love you. mwah." and he air-kisses the sight of you from his new spot: heavy, laboured breath, lips engulfing you whole.

you stroke his face, tickle the blond tufts made soft from sweat behind his ear. he kisses your wrist.

you air-kiss his face back. "love you too."

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[writingwhileblvck]

Can you do one where Bakugou gets from work horny and he walks in on you fingering yourself?

Absolutely! I changed it up just a tiny bit, but nothing crazy, so I hope you enjoy!

Stress Reliever

Paring: Bakugou x Fem Reader

Both you and Katsuki knew, in being hero's you would both have to find time for each other. However, when you have shifts that contradict each other, that becomes a lot easier said than done. Especially lately, since there has seem to be a surge of new villains that was currently infesting the city. It was nothing that too difficult to handle but with Katsuki on night patrol, the extra work was keeping him away from you for longer than either of you would like.

Tonight you figured you get some work done instead of lounging around the house, but you were really missing your man. Every inch of your body was craving his touch. His hands on your things, his lips on your neck, just the thought made you dizzy. But you put it out of your mind so you could work. Or... At least you TRIED. You really did try to get your mind off of it, because you had so much paperwork to finish. But as you sat at your desk, the throb between your legs was becoming unbearable.

Ah. What the hell?

An aggravated sigh of defeat fell from your mouth as you leaned back in your chair. Katsuki was plaguing your mind, and in that moment all you wanted was his lips wrapped around your sensitive little clit. But in his absence you were the next best option.

Thank god you were home. You thought as you propped yourself on top of your desk. With your boyfriend's shirt already discarded on the floor, you laid back and ran your hands down your body, legs spreading instinctually as you slowly removed your soaked panties. Your fingers explored your wet folds, rubbing small circles on your clit and letting your mind wonder.

You imagine Katsuki sitting in your desk chair and eating you like a man starved. Sucking , slurping, and moaning into your hot cunt. Your rubbed faster, harder. You could practically feel his lips wrapped around your hardened nipples, as his fingers easily reached and abused that sweet spot.

You groaned in frustration, cause no matter how hard you tried, your finger would never be enough. So instead your reached into your desk drawer and pulled out your pink dildo. Using the big suction cup on the end, you attached it to the surface of the desk. You were already dripping, so you didn't even bother with the lube and just lowered yourself down.

You didn't give to fucks about the papers below you as you rode your pretty toy. They were already cover in the sticky juices and beyond saving. All you were worried about was cumming, and you bounced up and down like your life depended on it.

"Fuck Katsuki...."

The little toy didn't compare to his coke can of a dick and you knew it, but you were desperate. You reached back into the drawer and pulled out your rose shaped vibrator. Putting it on his highest setting you went to town on your poor clit.

And there you were, completely bare naked on top of your desk, fucking the shit out of yourself. You were so gone you didn't hear the front door open...

Katsuki dragged himself through the front door of your shared home absolutely exhausted. This overtime was killing him. Having to do these drive by meeting with you was killing him too. Not being able to hold you like he wants, kiss you like he wants, fuck you like he wants... Even now, all he wanted was his girlfriend's sweet thighs wrapped around his face-

He pause though when he heard a weird sound coming from down the hall. It was late so he just assumed you'd already gone to bed. But oh was he surprised when he found you in your office desperately fucking yourself.

He watched you from the crack in the door, not daring to interrupt this beautiful sight. The moans that fell from your mouth were sinful, and each cry of his name went straight to his dick.

Katsuki palmed himself through his uniform as he watched your ass bounce on that pathetic dildo. Smiling to himself because he knows that he'll have you squirting within minutes when he gets his hands on you.

Eventually, Katsuki abandons just palming himself for just straight up stroking his hard cock. He paces himself with you as your moans get louder and louder. He can hear the squelching of your juicy pussy from where he was, the sound alone almost made him bust. But he was able to hold it together a bit longer until he heard you scream his name and squirt all over your desk.

He tried his best to stay quite has his thick, hot ropes of cum decorate your office door, but he knew he failed when he saw you shoot up and look straight at the door. Pushing the door open, he revealed himself in all his glory.

To say your were embarrassed would be the understatement of the century, as you tried to scramble from on top of the desk. Katsuki's voice is what made you freeze though.

"Might as well stay right there babygirl. It's daddy's turn to fuck you stupid." He was looking at you at a hunter about to capture its prey, and you could feel yourself getting worked up again.

So you did as he said, and arched that pretty ass up high for him. Because who were you to deny daddy what he wanted?

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[yandere-romanticaa]

A month has passed since a strange cult took you within its ranks. It wasn't necessarily by choice but it was something you needed to do in order to survive. Your entire village had been destroyed in a sudden onslaught of ferocious demons, massacring all of your friends and family.

You were left with nothing.

For days you had roamed the mountains and with a heavy heart had accepted the fact that you were going to die, be it from starvation, dehydration or some stray demon devouring you from head to toe.

Lord Douma had other things in store for you.

He was a strange one, the man who rescued you. He was oddly easy to amuse and absolutely everything you did was incredibly entertaining to him. One of his favorite past times were when he would simply stare at you as you talk about your life and perform everyday, mundane duties. At first you thought nothing of it - he saved your life, the least you could do was indulge him just a little bit.

Red flags started to show up soon though - the way he would move and carry himself, it simply was not natural. Whenever there was a meal, Douma would not even look at the food or even have a sip of water. You chalked it up to him having his own private meals and decided to think nothing of it.

You had managed to settle within a comfortable routine which just so happened to often cross paths with the great Lord himself. He seemed to greatly enjoy your presence and would have you with him from the moment the sun had risen until wee hours in the morning.

How was he never tired?

Suspicion slowly turned to fear as you noticed that some members of the cult were missing. No one knew what came of them or where they were last seen, as if some foul creature had spirited them away.

You brought up your concerns with Lord Douma but he just called you silly and told you not to worry about it. "Nothing bad will happen to you!" he'd say reassuringly but his words gave you shallow comfort.

Douma, for whatever reason, was also quite fond of physical touch and you were his favorite when it came to that. He was absolutely shameless and would explore your body however he saw fit. Amongst those odd trysts, you noticed that a powerful metallic smell would cling onto him and would never go away no matter how hard you washed his clothing.

No amount of praying could prepare you for the horror you'd encounter on one moonless evening.

You had woken up due to a strange noise and, against your better judgment, decided to investigate. With nothing but a single candle in your hand and a long but thin nightshirt covering your body, you ventures downwards the dark and creepy hallways. It felt as though the shadows themselves were out to get you because you'd flinch at every single sound no matter how miniscule. The closer you got to Lord Douma's chambers the stranger the noises got - giggling, slurping and crunching could be heard as a horrible stench filled the air, a smell so vile that it made you want to throw up your dinner. You'd often ask him what he liked to eat but naturally, Douma would just dodge your question or say something really silly. "It's easier if I eat alone!" he'd say as he caressed your hair. With each step you took the stench became stronger and stronger and Douma's words continued to ring inside your head like bells.

"You see, I'm a bit of a night owl! It's also not smart to come to my chambers without knocking first!~"

You should have listened to him and his thinly disguised warning.

Through the tiniest of cracks you saw Douma on the floor, covered in fresh blood. A wicked grin danced across his lips as he toyed with the severed limbs with the mauled corpse of a young woman, her eyes stricken with fear even in death.

It took you every ounce and willpower to not scream bloody murder.

With the way he was treating the corpse you'd think that Lord Douma was but a child with a precious toy. His light tone and playful gestures sent chills down your spine as you covered your mouth with your hand, a desperate attempt to conceal any potential noises that may escape you. You watched him for a few moments as you let it all sink in, not even realizing just how much your entire being trembled with fear. Just before you could make a break for it you heard Douma speak.

"I know you're there, watching me. I don't know who you are but I can smell you!"

Crap.

Dropping the candle to the floor you could do nothing but freeze as Douma continued to speak, total indifference lacing his voice.

"I would leave, if I were you. I am in a good mood tonight and shall play stupid so I won't turn around to see your face! Now, be a good little disciple and go back to bed!"

Squeaking like a helpless puppy, you ran away with your tail behind your legs, not realizing that Douma knew damn well that it was you. The demon could sense your presence across a giant mountain if need be and your sweet smell would invade his senses every time he would think about you. It was a shame that you saw him in such a state but he really did not want to kill you. He was content with playing dumb and hoped that it would be the same case for you as well.

As long as you kept your lips sealed, everything was going to be alright.

Part 2 here!

#he's so bbg (he would eat me without a second thought) #yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yanderecore #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere aesthetic #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer x y/n #yandere demon slayer imagines #yandere demon slayer x reader #demon slayer douma #yandere douma x reader #douma #yandere douma #douma x reader #demon slayer x reader

[darlingmisa]

Riding Abby's face ;)

im a slut okay?

Sit on my face | Abby Anderson

Ohhh this was so fun to write I love Abby way too much <3 we can be sluts together baby dw

c/w: nsfw, afab reader, squirting, face sitting obv

w/c: 658

Abby’s stamina was insane, so even after many highs from both of you, of course, she wasn’t done. But when the request came for you to sit on her face, you were a little nervous, to say the least. This was something you’d never tried before, Abby being your first for everything. She could see the nervous look on your face, one that said you wanted to, just didn't know how. 

Abby’s body now laid beside you, never breaking eye contact, placing her head on her pillow. “Come on pretty, it's okay, I’ll guide you.” She whispered softly, hand reaching out for yours to guide you to her face. Just looking at her you could tell she was excited, a slight sparkle in her eyes at the idea of being buried in your pussy again. 

Brows furrowed slightly, you questioned her about the idea “Abs… what if I crush you? W-What if you can’t breathe?” The question only made her laugh a little at your concern, shaking her head slightly as you straddled her chest, too shy to move up any further. She placed her hands on your hips, rubbing comforting circles with her thumb. “I’ll be fine baby, I promise.” 

Using her seemingly never-ending strength, she lifted you right off her chest and onto her mouth, groaning at the taste of you on her tongue despite tasting you not even 30 minutes ago. The vibrations of her moans went straight to your core, making you jump a little from the pleasure. “Hey,” she spoke, slightly muffled from your cunt, “It’s okay, you can put all your weight on me. I wouldn’t lie to you would I?” 

Giving in, you sat completely, a soft moan leaving your swollen lips at the feeling of her nose bumping your clit. Abby wasted no time getting to work, licking and sucking like she’d been starved for weeks on end. She started slow, letting you used to the slight overstimulation, but when your whines turned into loud moans that your neighbors could definitely hear, she indulges herself completely.

Her grip on your hips tightened as she began to help you grind against her tongue. Throwing your head back you got louder, which Abby didn’t even think was possible. High-pitched whines and moans of her name leave your mouth non-stop, like music to her ears. This drove her to work harder, moving her tongue between your folds and slipping it into your now pulsing hole, moaning at the way you clenched around her. 

The pleasure was like something you’d never felt before. It was heavenly, leaving you borderline breathless as you moved your hands to grip her hair, tugging and pulling just the way you knew she liked it. You could barely hear Abby’s soft grunts and moans over the almost pornographic sound of her shoving her face further into you, slurping and sucking like she’d die if she ever stopped. 

The coil in your stomach felt tighter than ever, pleasure multiplying times 100 as you neared your 4th orgasm of the night. You could barely warn Abby before it all happened, voice cracking as you whined. “C-close... Abby, I’m close,” She hummed, “C’mon baby, cum on my face, want it all in my mouth.” and you finally let go. 

It was intense, something you had never felt before. It left you shaking and twitching, Abby’s grip on your thighs being the only thing keeping you from collapsing on top of her. Finally catching your breath, you looked down as Abby slowed her tongue against you, and that’s when you realized, it was everywhere. Her face was practically glistening in your slick. It was on the pillows, all over her chest, soaking in the sheets and her hair. 

In shock, you quickly moved off her face, legs still shaking, apologizing for making such a mess only to be met with her small smile. 

“Don’t apologize. Come back, wanna make you do that again.”

#tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #tlou x reader #tlou smut

[hiraya-rawr]

🩸 — bloodsucker .

synopsis !! your friend is a hungry vampire

characters !! diluc, thoma, zhongli

contains !! gn reader. preferably mature audience. bloody (ofc, it's a vampire fic). slight prey/predator themes? platonic/romantic intimacy! // crack (diluc) // angst (thoma) // horror (zhongli)

note !! yay! yay! a fic after so long! it's been a while since i've written so it may seem a bit wonky, i still hope you'll like it!

~

🩸 — diluc .

"Come on!"

"No."

"It can't possibly hurt that ba–"

"N. O."

"I insist that it's fine, you know?"

He swiftly turns towards you, eyes narrowed into a glare, "No. For the last time, no. What part of that do you not understand?"

You huff with a pout, crossing your arms. "You've been feeding from everyone but your own lover!"

"I've been feeding from professional bloodletters licensed by the church. That's the difference."

"They have blood, I have blood, same thing." You shrug, following him as he turns away from you again to walk across the room.

"Blood isn't the only thing to consider when feeding, darling." He tries not to groan into his palm as he sits on a leather armchair, the fireplace next to him.

"Then what? Appearances? Don't tell me you're. . ." You gasp in faux shock, "You're cheating on me with the pretty bloodletters—"

This time, Diluc really does groan into his hand, "No, I am not cheating on you with my meals. (Name), they're quite literally food to me! Inanimate snacks! Do you want me to see you that way?"

He meets your gaze as you slowly look away, biting the inside of your cheek. You don't reply.

Diluc stares, exasperated.

"Oh Barbatos. . ." He mumbles, burying his face into his hands. His lover wants to be his snack. He isn't sure how to react.

"Oh come on, 'Luc. I know you missed your last appointment because of how busy you are. Sooner or later, you'll start to get hungry, and that's sure to disrupt your darknight hero–"

"Don't call me that."

"–your vigilante activities." You offer him a small smile, crawling onto his lap as he frowns at you. He may seem disapproving, but you knew better that he's already hungry and tempted. "So think of me as your emergency food."

"You're not food to me." He states.

"I know, I know," With a hand on the back of his head, you guide him towards your neck, already cozying yourself in his arms, "I'm your lover, I'm yours. . . and I want you to know you can have all of me. It would make me happy if you could rely on me more."

Light kisses on your neck, a soft grip to keep you still, he sighs, "You could have simply admitted to being jealous of my recent bloodletter, you know?"

"Hey! You should've seen the way she looks at you like you're the meal and she's the—" Your breath hitches. His fangs sink into your skin, there's a slurping sound and you feel your nerves numbing.

You clench your jaw, gripping onto his shoulders for stability as he drinks. You try not to whimper at the sensation— of his tongue licking at the wounds, or of excess blood dripping down your shoulder onto your clothes.

"L-luc? Are you done yet?" You whine and he stops, pulling away.

"Licensed bloodletters have a pain tolerance." He says, a devilish smirk on his bloodied lips, "That, my love, is the difference."

🩸 — thoma .

Thoma is the kind of vampire that despises his entire being. He never wanted to hurt anyone, never liked how it felt to sink his teeth into flesh (no matter how addictive the taste that comes with it is). Thoma is kind. Thoma is thoughtful. Thoma feels more human than he feels monster and perhaps that's why he struggles so much because Archons forbid, he ever hurt anyone.

But Thoma is also hungry.

So when he stumbles into your adobe looking a little paler than usual, colder than usual, you find out that he hasn't been satisfied in a long time.

"I'm sorry, I don't even know why I'm here, I just— I should leave. I should really leave–" He says in a frantic daze, eyes panicked because why on earth did he allow his feet to take him to you. No matter how weak he seems to be, he'd easily pin you down to quench his thirst, "Forget this ever happened."

"Thoma, wait—" Your hand reaches out and he flinches away, more afraid of himself than of you. There's a glint in his eyes as he stares you up and down. He's hungry, it's evident.

"Y-you. . . you haven't drank yet, right?" You ask, taking careful steps closer. He nods.

You fumble with the collar of your top, pulling on the cloth to show more of your skin. His eyes widen.

"(Name), no–"

"It's fine, it's alright," You quickly reply, nervous. "You can drink from me." It sounds more like a question than an invite. You're shaking like a leaf, you're not even sure if you're doing it right. Thoma is the only vampire you know and he always kept his feedings private.

Your offer surprises him regardless, "(Name), no, I can't just– I can't do that to you–"

"But that's why you're here, right? You're hungry?"

"Yes, but- I can't! I shouldn't have! I should leave. I'm leaving—" He turns around to make his way to the door but your hand tugs him back again.

"Thoma."

He faces you again and he knows he's losing the internal battle.

"It's alright." Your grip on him relaxes and so does he. He feels both desperation and guilt as his arms slowly wrap around you, bringing his face closer to your neck. Your hand rests on the back of his head. The doorway feels warmer despite his cold skin.

He embraces you like he's scared; as if he isn't the monster in this scenario and you, a vulnerable victim-to-be.

There's no need for a warning with how gentle he rests his lips on your neck. Fangs pierce skin and flesh, the only noise are your quiet gasps and his careful slurps of a tongue.

I'm sorry, (Name), I'm sorry, I couldn't help it— were the words left unsaid but resonated by his trembling grip. There's a pained look on his face, struggling with the satisfaction of quenching his thirst versus his overriding guilt of hurting you.

Because dear archons, your blood tastes better than any of the animal blood provided by the Kamisato clan. He isn't sure how he could ever go back to pre-packed blood bags again.

Thoma is the type of vampire who would regret their guilty pleasures. He never wanted to hurt you, but honestly—

You should know better than to invite a vampire.

🩸 — zhongli .

As the Geo Archon, he made sure that beings like himself never have to worry about their next meal. Food, after all, was a basic right and every vampire must have access to their local blood bank. These blood banks provided meals in a variety of packages: from wine bottles to juice boxes.

Blood banks made life convenient for the modern vampire.

Still, as Zhongli sits with you in a cafe, you with your cup of tea and him with his red glass, he can't help but think of the past.

Centuries ago when he functioned on pure instinct rather than mortal wisdom, when he would stalk his prey in the dark and effortlessly hold them down. It's not that he misses hunting humans— no, that wasn't fun at all. If anything, that was incredibly childish of him.

What he misses was the feel and taste— of sinking fangs into flesh and drinking nectar straight from the flower. Most modern vampires would never know, or appreciate, what it's like to satisfy your urges the way they're supposed to. The way nature intended them to.

"—ngli? Zhongli?"

He snaps back into focus, eyes flickering away from the bare skin of your neck.

"Yes, dear?" He smiles and you eye him warily. There's something about the way he looks at you. Your heart thumps louder and you're not sure if it's because you're flustered by the petname.

"I asked if you're ready to go. The cafe is about to close."

He looks down on his cup. It's empty but he doesn't feel as satisfied as he should.

"Ah yes, allow me to walk you home."

Perhaps you should have turned down his offer— or perhaps you should have ignored the way his eyes would follow you. Zhongli has always been attentive, so it shouldn't be strange that he's being watchful.

The streets are dark and isolated, with most of the shops closed. You should be comforted in knowing you have someone as reliable and powerful as Zhongli walking you home, yet. . .

(But that's the problem, isn't it? Zhongli is incredibly powerful.)

As you glance at the man walking next to you, you can't help but let out a nervous laugh with the way his amber eyes meet yours. Has he been watching you all this time? There's a faint golden glow and you're reminded that you're walking with a vampire at night.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You nervously laugh, brushing the side of your hair with your fingers. This only makes him notice your exposed neck even more.

"Hm? Like what, darling?" His voice is low, like a hum as he tilts his head in question.

"Like. . . you're still hungry." You mumble, soft. He takes his time to reply, his eyes don't leave yours and you look away first, intimidated.

(But he's your friend, isn't he? Good and kind, gentleman Zhongli. He's not intimidating you, you're just delusional.)

"Hmm. . . perhaps it is because I am?"

You continue to walk, this time, nerves overcome by a slight worry for your friend, "Was your drink not enough? It's a new cafe, so maybe the quality was-"

"No, no," He cuts you off, looking down on you, "The cafe was excellent. The drink almost tasted fresh from the source." He praises with a fond smile.

You chuckle, "Fresh? Is that how vampires decide if a drink is good or not?"

"Well, I suppose not. Blood banks are prepackaged after all."

You hum, nodding along as you reach your home and search for your keys in your pockets.

It's the norm for the modern vampire to drink from blood banks. Things like freshness wouldn't be a standard when they know nothing of it. After all, drinking straight from the source would be considered barbaric, uncivilized— it's animalistic and downright frightening.

In a way, vampires have been domesticated the same way wild cats turn to purring house pets.

Wait.

"Zhongli. . . " You pause, just as you've unlocked the door to your home. "why. . . do you know what fresh tastes like?"

Something flashes in his eyes. A slip up.

A polite smile on his face. A fang peeking from between his lips. His eyes narrowed—

"Hmm. . . perhaps if you invite me inside, I could tell you more about it?"

note !! i hope you guys enjoyed! consider this as my end-of-hiatus post :D it has fluff, angst, and horror in one! do tell me what you think please :>

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[tired-biscuit]

Can u write about reader sucking off Hokage Naruto from under his desk, while he does paperwork, and maybe even have someone come in and he has to pretend like nothings going on? 😩😩😩 You would have my full gratitude if you do😻

18+ fem!reader // cw: oral (m!receiving), spit, risk of being caught. hokage!naruto, established relationship.

it’s just so audible, the way you suck him off with profound vigour.

incredibly restless and just as needy because of the sudden spike that appears in your hormone levels whenever you ovulate, you’re all enthusiasm and immoral determination when you find yourself kneeling under the desk in the hokage’s office, attempting to take nearly the entirety of your husband’s cock down your throat.

drool seeps from both corners of your pretty mouth that’s now being stretched into a perfect ‘o’ — it causes him to stare at you in a way that makes him look dumb. his eyes are a stormy sea, a vast sky that’s turned blurry across the surface because of the film of lust that only you, his wonderful wife, can provoke into stirring within him.

the sloppiness of your doings is loud, it’s obvious and lewd. you’re practically slurping whilst trying to swallow all the saliva and pre-cum that keeps dribbling past your puffy lips, creating a sticky mess at the base of him. are gargling whenever he bucks his hips upward from the one and only legendary hokage chair that he’s worked his ass off to be able to sit on, and hits the back of your throat with his overstimulated cockhead as a result. are gasping and quietly moaning, even if your mouth is stuffed full of cock and the sound comes out sort of muffled because of it.

naruto’s black pants are tight across his knees from the way he keeps tensing and straining his muscles, obviously trying so hard to keep his cool but failing tremendously so. even his toned stomach clenches when you push up the hem of his simple white t-shirt so that you can rest your eyes on his golden happy trail. poor man.

you’re kneeling between his strong legs, with your ass up and your face buried at the place where his undone button and zipper reside. the tuft of trimmed blonde hairs briefly tickles the tip of your nose whenever you feel like acting like a champ and try to take him an inch or two deeper than what you can usually endure.

it makes you choke, just like it normally does. you expect it to happen, but your eyes still water and saliva spurts as you immediately fight to repress a gag at the intrusion. and yet, even amidst all the chaos, you don’t fail to catch how his breath hitches in response to it.

he’s in awe. the way you force yourself to relax and stick your tongue out, licking the underside of his dick whilst attempting to give him more space so that he can push further through the tight barrier of your throat, has his heart racing to the brink of bursting.

he’s harder than he was before; his dick hot both in your mouth and hand from the new rush of blood to travel south. you take it as a compliment even if it doesn’t make the job any easier for you.

no, instead, it takes noticeably longer to deepthroat him than what you’d expected at first. his cock simply refuses to bend along the shape of your throat, pressing stubbornly upwards and a little to the left, but luckily for you, you still manage to do it for the tiniest bit with your combined efforts.

what a good girl you are.

“fu—… fuck me, woman,” naruto heaves, stammers at the new sensation and the even more intense tightness that you offer, now. listening as your beloved hokage’s voice turns almost high in pitch, you feel a soft glow appear in your chest at the way it slightly cracks in the middle of the short sentence. “you’re gonna a-ah— you’re gonna kill me like this.”

placing the flat of your palms on his thighs, you offer your dominant hand a short break whilst you work to please him only with your mouth this time. seconds pass, and the ache that you feel in your fingers and wrist from all the stroking you’d done earlier at long last begins to cease in the same way his initial reluctance about the entire situation you’re currently indulging in does.

about damn time.

you glance up just in time to see how he clenches his jaw, teeth gritting whilst he watches a fat glob of warm drool slide down the side of his cock and dampen the waistband of his underwear that you’ve tugged down just enough to expose him to your greedy mouth.

his fingers tangle in your hair on instinct as he rests his hand on the back of your head and tugs at the roots so that he can see your face better.

you’re just so wonderfully disheveled — gleaming with tears, sweat and saliva, and your mascara is smudged by how runny it’s gotten. it paints thin lines down your cheeks; messy, almost slutty remnants of the pathways your tears have left behind.

he thinks you’re beautiful.

“am gonna,” you croak as you let him pull you back for air, the thick string of saliva still keeping you attached to him, gleaming in the soft yellow-ish light coming from the nearby desk lamp. the eye contact that you initiate nearly makes both of you visibly shudder from how intense it is.

there’s gasoline floating on the surface of his ocean eyes. it blazes like a wildfire.

“gonna fuck you, i mean,” you finish, still staring at all those flames that make you burn, burn, burn. “gonna fuck you so good, naru.”

his cock throbs when you say that. your clit does, too.

it’s a good thing you’re wearing nothing underneath your skirt, because the pressure the heels of your feet provide when you sit on your legs is godly. it causes your hips to wiggle and he catches it; it makes his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows thickly.

he blinks before he bites the inside of his cheek and blushes. “here? you’re gonna sit on my dick in my office?”

“yeah,” you reply in a heartbeat, chest rising and falling with every sacred breath. “where else? you’re barely home, always holed up in this damned place… i just thought that you could use a break… that both of us could use it.”

“well, how very generous of ya,” he teases. a brief moment of silence passes as you stare at each other. his gaze is tender and genuinely appreciative despite the endless fire. yours is full of longing.

“lemme show you how generous i really am,” you mumble with an eye roll as you reach up and try to pull yourself onto his lap.

surprisingly, he stops you.

“sweetheart,” he utters gently, shaking his head when you quirk a brow. “as much as i’d love for you to do that, and believe me when i say that i want it so, so bad… you know that we can’t.”

a frown tugs at your lips. you inquire, “why?”

“i mean, isn’t it obvious? this entire place is literally riddled with people who do spywork for a living and who consequently work for me,” he says, gesturing across the office. “to be completely honest, i’d be surprised if we weren’t already caught in the act and they’re just playing dumb for my sake.”

you watch as he glances around the room, as if expecting to catch something, or rather someone, hiding in the goddamn walls. a sudden tension lands on your shoulders, weighing them heavily. it feels like you’re being watched, but perhaps it’s just placebo.

it forces you to gather some mindless courage in order to make yourself feel better.

“that just means that it doesn’t matter if we go all the way,” you persist cautiously. the heat that you feel in your belly, as well as between your legs compels you to act a bit foolish. “i mean, why not give the poor suckers a show if they’re so set on watching their hokage bust a nut, mm?”

“hah!” he snickers at your comment and looks at you with pure adoration before he leans in. you preen at the closeness, at how his summery scent fills your nostrils immediately; melting you into submission.

his exhale is warm and it tickles your lips as he whispers, “did you really think i’d let them see how adorable my wife looks when i stuff her full with my cock?”

the small spark of possessiveness that he exhibits for a fraction of a second from underneath that responsible lord seventh persona lights a fire of your own within your veins. it makes your blood boil.

he’s still the same old naruto that he always was. pervy, jealous, and immensely protective of his possessions and partner because of the fear of losing them always being there. there’s no way in hell he’s letting you take your clothes off when someone other than him might be watching.

it makes you sigh as you attempt to make him reconsider, “but i—”

“i know; trust me, i know. but i gotta work.” you don’t miss the grin that follows soon after he cups your cheek with his hand and strokes your bottom lip with a calloused thumb, coaxing you to suck on it. it’s lazy and crooked; awfully fox-like but just as charming, the smile. goodness, he’s grown into such a fine man.

and he almost wins you over with it.

almost.

“stop that, naru! i’m serious,” you chide, narrowing your eyes even if it pushes more blowjob-induced tears forward and you don’t really mean the glare.

“as am i,” he says with a wink.

“no, you—… ugh.” you pause to pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. it’s rare that he outsmarts you, but sometimes when he does manage to do it, it’s outright infuriating. “think about it this way: you can’t really feel guilty about missing out on work, when you’re technically still, well… at work. isn’t that right?”

“actually, working and being merely present in the office are two entirely different things.” he chuckles, his laugh a soft rasp that causes warmth to brush over your very heart. he holds you by the chin and pulls you closer as he adds, “listen… how about i make it up to you by whipping up a shadow clone, and then you can—”

“naruto.”

your tone turns strict as you say his full name and push up to your knees to press your hands onto his chest and your tits against his thighs. the top you’ve chosen is tight and pretty skimpy, but you comfort yourself on the fact that it’s passable just because it’s summer and the weather is hot.

even if you’d only worn it because you know what it does to him.

“i don’t want a shadow clone,” you say, suddenly completely serious. “i want you.”

he smiles, clearly flustered. “what’re you— oh.”

when you dip back down to drag your wet tongue along the side of his cock again, he grunts at the sensation, losing his words. tightens his grip that he still holds on the side of your head, while the bandages on his other hand rustle against the chair’s armrest.

you nearly start to purr by the time he subconsciously pushes you down lower so that you’d give him more, more, more. so you gift him a couple of kitten licks. a couple of messy kisses that cause his dick to twitch against your lips in response.

it’s been a while since you’ve spoiled him like this and it’s hard not to smile because of how responsive he gets to the merest hint of cock worship. you’re sweet as summer honey as you coo, “you sure you’re not gonna let me fuck myself on your cock?”

“don’t—” he flinches as he watches you pet your cheek against his dick. the things you do to him.

you look up, a perfect image of innocence despite the dirty things that you keep saying, “…‘cause i’m not wearing any panties, you know.”

“hah.” he sounds so breathless, the poor sucker. “is that so?”

“mhmm,” you nod vehemently; rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. “and oh, i’m just so wet for you, lord seventh… i’m practically dripping.”

his pupils dilate at your words, they make his blue eyes appear darker than they actually are. he’s become so sweaty and red in the face during your ministrations, as red as the tip of his fat cock that just yearns to spill the load of cum so badly right now.

you can’t help but fall in love with him for a millionth time all over again as you bat your eyelashes and blink through the last of your tears just so you can see him better.

his hair is short but it’s still damp at the temples because of the salt that lingers on his skin. you watch with hearts in your eyes as he scrubs his bandaged hand across his face, rubbing his jawline with visible exasperation.

he’s clearly lost the battle that he’s just fought and mulled over a rather concerning amount of times in the span of a couple of seconds. at long last admitting defeat, he mutters, “fine. but we really gotta be careful—”

knock, knock!

“excuse me, lord seventh? it’s mina,” a female voice sounds out. “i’ve come to discuss and go over the bulletpoints of the meeting from yesterday, just like we’ve agreed on.”

he tenses at the unexpected intrusion, eyes opening wide and startled breath catching in the back of his throat. you can see him literally slipping through your fingers as he rushes to make himself presentable as quickly as he’s able.

when you slap his hands away the moment he reaches down to tug his underwear back up and pull up the zipper, he stares at you completely baffled.

“are you serious right now?!” he whisper-shouts, his eyebrows knitting together in evident frustration as he tries to repeat the movement and you do the exact same thing as well. “you can’t j-just… oh, god... baby…”

it’s hard to not voice the groan that bubbles up his throat when your soft mouth wraps around him once more. you’re sucking him as intensely as ever yet again, twirling your tongue over the sensitive head and keeping him hard and blushing; not just over his cheeks, but down his neck, too.

persistent.

“there’s someone at the… at the fuckin’ door, sweetheart,” he tries feebly even if he’s already bucking his hips upward again and is literally sucking his breaths in through gritted teeth. “she might catch us.”

all you do is take him deeper as an answer. stroke him with your hands. love him.

naruto sighs. he closes his eyes and attempts to gather himself by taking a deep breath. he ignores — or at least tries to ignore — the way his toes curl in his shoes when the tip of your tongue drags across the sensitive slit, tasting the pearly bead of pre-cum that just keeps on oozing out again.

his face is red and sweaty, yes. and despite the flutter of a muscle that keeps ticking in his jaw every time your throat tightens around his girth, he still somehow manages to gather his wits just for long enough to gently stroke your hair and call out,

“uh… come in.”

#he’s so hot :((((( #naruto smut #naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki smut #naruto uzumaki x reader #biscuit drabbles #cw spit

[devastator1775]

Uzi helps N with overheating issues

This was supposed to be a simple scavenging outing; look for useable parts around the ruined city to fix the Pod. N was struggling, he could feel it. His movements were sluggish, he couldn’t focus, his circuitry was burning and he felt the thirst coming… He hadn’t drunk oil in a while, and now he was starting to get dangerously close to overheating … but he was fighting it. He couldn’t give in.

Not while he was with Uzi.

N steadied himself against the wall of the crumbling warehouse they were currently rummaging around in, taking in deep breaths of cold air in attempt to cool himself down. He growled softly when his visor displayed the [⚠ HIGH TEMP] alert again for the umpteenth time. He tried to get rid of the message, but it kept popping up again.

“C’mon, just go away.” N muttered to himself.

Uzi, who had been busy looking through a crate with parts, turned around to face her friend. “Did you say something, N?”

Uzi’s voice almost N jump. He quickly stood to attention and produced a sheepish grin. “N-nothing, Uzi.”

Uzi raised a digital eyebrow. “You’re acting goofier than usual.” She commented, after which she grinned mischievously at him. “Which is not saying much.”

N chuckled nervously. “That’s me, alright.” He tipped his cap. “Ol’ goofy N.”

Uzi rolled her eyes. “Whatever, keep your secrets for now. I’ll get you to spill the beans when we’re done here.” She kicked the crate with a huff. “Nothing but vintage-styled toasters in this one. Let’s check the 2nd floor.”

“Uh, you sure that’s a good idea?” N asked as he looked up at the ceiling. The warehouse they were in wasn’t in good condition in the first place, and the floor above them looked even worse. Parts of the ceiling had already broken, leaving holes and cracks everywhere. “It looks a bit …about-to-collapse-y.”

“Pshh, it’ll be fine.” Uzi countered as she made her way towards the nearby stairs. “It had held up this long. It’s not like it’s gonna all just fall down the moment we step foot on it.”

“Maybe, but- “

Uzi let out an annoyed groan and stomped up the stairs. “Stop stalling and let’s go, N!”

N grimaced, walking up the stairs and stopping on the lowest step, looking up where his compatriot had vanished out of sight. Uzi sounded frustrated, even more than usual. Ever since what happened during prom with Doll and the powers they both seem to have; she’d been pressed to find answers. This week, she figured that the pod could hold some answers; but with most of the systems broken beyond use, they needed to repair them if they’d get any sort of hypothetical answers. Which is why Uzi had been dragging N along to find parts on a daily basis lately. They’d mostly go to the furthest edges of the Ruined City, which meant N often had to wait until they got back to consume oil from his ‘stash’ – which was a nice way of saying ‘slurping the remaining oil out of one of the hundreds of Worker Drone corpses that were strewn around the pod so he wouldn’t overheat and die’. But Uzi was starting to become slightly desperate lately, which resulted in them staying away longer and longer before Uzi was content to leave. Which resulted in a few really close calls.

“Are you coming or what!?” Uzi shouted.

N flinched and rushed up the stairs. “C-coming, Uzi!” The last thing he wanted to deal with was an angry Uzi; or, more precisely: an angrier Uzi. Halfway up the stairs, he suddenly was overcome with a rush of dizziness, making him stumble and trip over his own feet. He landed with a thud and groaned in pain. A new message on his visor appeared: [⚠ Alert! Systems overheating! ⚠]. He quickly disabled the message, scrambled up and ran up the remainder of the stairs. He found Uzi standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed and annoyed expression clearly projected on her visor.

“What was that sound?” She asked. “Did you trip, or something.”

“Y-yeah, tripped.” N answered sheepishly.

“Ugh, why are you being such a freakin’ klutz lately?” Uzi groaned. “It’s starting to become really insufferable!”

N deflated visibly. “That’s a bit …harsh. Haven’t I been trying my best to help you this entire time?”

Uzi, instantly regretting what she said, shrunk in herself. “Way to go, Uzi Doorman. Insulting your only friend like that. She muttered to herself, wrapping her arms around her. She took a few steps forward. “N, I’m sorry. I didn’t-“

The floor beneath their feet suddenly groaned loudly, making Uzi stop dead in her tracks. She looked down at her feet, noticing how cracks were starting to form where she was standing.

Uzi gulped. “N?”

“I saw…. don’t move.”

“That’s, like, the opposite of what I should be doing, N!” Uzi gasped as she felt the floor drop a bit.

“Stay there!” N instructed. He gave Uzi a reassuring smile. “It’s gonna be alright, Uzi.”

Uzi managed to bring herself to smile a bit. “I know. I trust you.”

He smiled at her with a nod. He looked down to his feet and took a cautious step forward, his audio receptors primed to pick up on any signs of the floor giving out even more. He heard nothing. He tapped his foot a few times, but the floor beneath him seemed a bit sturdier than where Uzi was. “Okay, I got solid-ish ground here. What you’ll need to, is run as fast as you can to me. ”

“Can’t you just grab me or something?” Uzi asked, yelping as another crack formed, this time taking a bit of the floor with it, which dropped to the room below them. “Like, use those wings to fly and grab me?”

“I need to push myself pretty hard for that.” N answered. “If I try to take off, the pressure might collapse the entire floor.”

Uzi shifted her weight from one foot to the other – and instantly regretting it as she heard the floor groan again. She took a few deep breaths. “O-okay, I’m ready.”

“I’ll count to three and then-“

“I run as fast as I can, got it.” Uzi chuckled anxiously. “Looks like I’m eating my words about the floor not collapsing, huh?”

“I’m not holding it against you.” N held out his hand towards Uzi. “On the count of 3…”

N made sure his feet were planted firmly on the ground.

“2…”

Uzi took a starting position. “I have to be honest…”

“1! Now!”

“THIS SUCKS!” Uzi took off and ran as hard as her legs could take her.

Behind her, the floor started to crumble, pieces of concrete raining down on the floor beneath them. Uzi screamed all the way as she ran towards N. Just as the floor under her started to break, she jumped as hard as she could. N grabbed her hand and pulled her in, losing footing as Uzi’s tiny frame impacted against his body. He fell on his back, with Uzi curled up against his chest.

After a few moments, the floor had stopped collapsing, with only small pieces of debris falling down to break the silence that followed. The entire floor was gone, the majority was in the room below, leaving only a small area on top of the stairs undamaged, where the two drones were laying down.

A few moments passed, both of them breathing heavily as they were processing what just happened.

N heard Uzi suddenly yelp, followed by her frantically scrambling up. He heard her cough nervously. “So, eh …thank you for, you know, saving me from becoming crushed by rubble.” She rubbed her arm, guilt in her eyes. “And, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it. You’re a big help, and – N, what’s wrong?”

N was groaning, squirming like he was in pain. He had pushed himself too hard when he wanted to help Uzi, and the exertion had accelerated his overheating. His entire body felt like it was aflame and he felt a thirst like never before.

N felt his body move, but it was like someone else was doing it for him, like he wasn’t in control. He pulled himself up, almost in a zombie-like manner. His gaze was downwards, his shoulders slouched and his tail whipping around menacingly. His wings deployed, slowly unfolding themselves to their full width.

He could hear Uzi shuffle backwards. “N?” The fear in her voice almost made him flinch.

He needed oil.

“U-Uzi …”

No matter where he got it.

N struggled to look up, his visor showing the message: [⚠ OVERHEATING ⚠ HUNTING MODE ACTIVATED]

Or from who.

Claws replaced his hands. “Run…”

The next moment, N suddenly found himself on top of Uzi, who frantically tried to push him off. He saw himself in the reflection of his visor. His eyes were replaced with an ‘X’ and mouth was stretched in wide smile, showing his jagged teeth. He could smell the oil that ran inside her body. Delicious oil, easily acquired. He opened his mouth and lunged down to take a bite, but Uzi, instinctively trying to defend herself, held her arm in front of her.

He felt his teeth sink in her metallic skin.

He could taste the oil, dripping from her wound.

It was delicious.

He bit down harder.

“N! Please!” He heard Uzi beg; her voice thick with pain. “Stop!”

It was the pained scream that erupted from Uzi’s mouth that made N realize what he was doing.

He was hurting Uzi.

He was going to kill her.

“No.”

With enormous effort, N managed to wrestle enough control over himself back to tear his mouth away from Uzi. He grabbed her and threw her to the side. N forced himself to back away, until he felt his back hit the wall.

“No! I’m not gonna…I’m not gonna” N shouted at himself. He saw Uzi looking at him, still fearful, disoriented, …easy prey. He felt himself getting ready to pounce again.

No, he had to stop himself. In the corner of his vision, he saw his tail whipping around. He reached out and grabbed the syringe, bringing the blade in front of his eyes.

“N!” He heard Uzi yell. “Don’t-!”

He shoved the blade in his visor.

There was a sharp pain.

And then his vision turned dark.

How long had he been offline? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? N couldn’t tell. The only thing he saw was darkness. But after what seemed to be only moments, a message suddenly popped up in his vision.

[SYSTEM REBOOT]

Slowly, his vision started to come back online, followed by the rest of his systems. The first thing N was aware of was Uzi’s voice, talking to him.

“-ease, open your eyes, your loveable numbskull!”

N opened his eyes with a gasp, immediately jumping up and get as much distance between him and Uzi. He quickly noticed that they were back on the ground floor of the warehouse. Uzi must’ve dragged him down the stairs.

“Uzi, please, don’t come closer!” N warned, holding out his hands.

“N, calm down.” Uzi said, taking a step towards him.

“No, I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I’m …”

Fine? He noticed was in control again. The urge to hunt and kill was gone. He was still close to overheating, but it wasn’t at as a dangerous level anymore.

“What …what happened?” N asked. “Why aren’t I…?”

Uzi held out her arm - the very one that N had tried to take a bite out of – which was still dripping oil from the bite wound he had given her. “It took a while, but I managed to cool down your circuitry, drip by drip. I figured I’d give you enough so you’d feel okay again.” She took a cautious step forward. “Are you? Feeling okay, I mean?”

N looked down at his hands, squeezing them shot a few times. “I …think so?”

“No urge to hunt …me?”

“No.”

“Good.” She balled her fist and threw a punch right in N’s face. BANG! The impact of Uzi’s fist cracked N’s visor, which quickly healed itself. Despite the damage, N didn’t even feel dizzy.

“OUCH, son of a glitch, that hurts.” Uzi shook her aching hand, shooting N an angry look.

“Listen, Uzi.” N started, guilt washing over him. “About what I did …. I’m so sorry about hurting you and scaring you like that.”

“Hurting me? Scaring me? How about what you did to yourself? That’s what scared me!” Uzi yelled angrily, shoving her finger against N’s chest. “What were you thinking, stabbing yourself with your tail like that? In your head, of all places! You’re lucky you missed your processor! And even then, it took so long for your regeneration to kick in, I almost thought you …you….” She took a deep sigh. “Seriously, don’t do that again.” She hissed in pain, grabbing her arm.

“Uh, do you want me to ….” N asked cautiously, pointing at Uzi’s injured arm. “I mean, I know you probably don’t trust me right now, but- “

Uzi held out her arm, a soft smile on her face. “I do trust you.” She assured. “Now, please fix this, it’s starting to sting.”

N nodded and gently took hold of Uzi’s arm, bringing it closer to his face. He ran his tongue over her wound, letting the regenerative nanites do their work.

“Ugh, still gross…” Uzi commented, holding up her arm to her face to see the wound close, until it looked brand new.

“Aren’t you mad I attacked you?” N asked. He genuinely was confused why Uzi was still here. Why did she help him, after he put in her danger like that.

“Oh, I’m mad, trust me on that.” Uzi replied, shooting him a brief angry look, before letting out a sigh and letting her expression soften. “But …I know you weren’t in control. You couldn’t help yourself.”

“Still, that doesn’t- “

“And, it’s not the first time you ever attacked me.” Uzi crossed her arms. “Remember how we met? That time, you were actively trying to kill me.”

“And you shot my head off.”

“You deserved it, then.” Uzi sighed and walked over to him, fists on her hips. “N, why didn’t you tell me you were overheating?”

N shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He sighed. “I thought we would be back before it would become a problem.” He replied. “I mean, the last few times we did, so I figured- “

“Wait, ‘last few times’?” Uzi asked, making N slap his hand on his mouth. “You mean, this almost happened before? Not only once, but multiple times?”

“Y-yeah…?”

Uzi stared at N in disbelieve for several silent moments, before she walked up to him, her fists balled. “Kneel down, you tall jerk, I’m gonna punch your lights out again!” She threw a punch, but N managed to dodge it. “Why weren’t you drinking oil before we left? You know that I know that you need it! Is it because of me? Are you trying to spare me from seeing it? Is it-“

Uzi froze dead in her tracks, horrified realization beaming from her visor. “It is because of me….”

“No-no-no, Uzi, it’s not- “

“Yes, it is!” Uzi interrupted. “I’ve been making you come with me every day, and each day we’re leaving earlier and getting back later. And every time you asked me if we shouldn’t go back, I just ignored you. My stubbornness did this to you.”

When she suddenly made a dash towards him, N briefly thought she’d try to punch him again, but to his surprise she threw her arms around him into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, N!”

N slowly wrapped his arms around her. “H-hey, it’s okay…”

“It’s not!”

“Okay, but you’re not the only one who’s at fault here – not that It’s your fault.”

“N, I am saying it’s my fault.” Uzi said again. “Because I’m such a screwup!”

“And I should’ve said I was overheating, so ….I guess we’re both screwups.” N presented her with a soft smile.

Uzi gazed in his eyes for a few moments, before she let out a chuckle. “I can live with that…” She sighed. “Let’s promise not to let this happen again? We’re gonna tell these sort of things to each other now?”

“Promise.” N agreed with a bright smile.

Uzi stepped away from the hug, a blush on her visor. “So, uh, you good on …your overheating issue?” Just as N opened his mouth to answer, she quickly interrupted him. “And remember what you just promised!”

N sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “I …maybe need a bit more, just so I’m sure I’ll be able to fly to pod all the way without any more problems.”

Uzi sighed deeply. “I guess it can’t be helped. I guess you-” she suddenly blushed fiercely. “You, eh …you can …bite me?”

 “You sure?”

“S-sure, why not?” Uzi replied, rubbing her arms shyly. “You, uh, are in control of yourself, right?”

“I think so…” He chuckled nervously when he saw Uzi’s blank reaction. “Ehh, I mean, I am, definitely, yes siree.”

“Guess that’ll have to do….” Uzi shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “So, uh, how you wanna …do this”

“I guess I’ll … “ N walked up to her, suddenly very much aware of how much taller he was compared to his Worker Drone companion. He nervously opened the zipper of Uzi’s hoodie halfway, partially exposing the bare chassis. He slid the hoodie down a bit, so that her shoulders were showing. He looked up when Uzi let out a shaky breath. “You good?”

Uzi nodded, blushing brightly. “Y-yeah, just …be-be gentle.”

“Just try to relax, Uzi…” N instructed softly. He picked her up, giving her time to wrap her legs around his waist and get a good hold on him. “I’ll try not to hurt you too much, okay?”

“S-sure….”

“Okay, here I …here I go…” N took a deep breath and slowly lowered his head to her shoulders. His mouth split open, his jagged fangs showing. He felt Uzi’s grip on him tighten. His teeth brushed the plating, making Uzi gasp softly. He softly bit down, putting enough pressure to break through the mesh. Warm oil started to leak from the wound.

“Ow…” Uzi whimpered softly, her fingers digging into N’s arms.

N placed his mouth over the wound and started to take slow, cautious sips. His visor showed the message [COOLDOWN COMMENCING], prompting him to take a few bigger gulps.

“Ah!” Uzi exclaimed softly, her hands gripping at N’s jacket as she whimpered quietly.

When N’s visor showed that he had drunk enough oil to cool down at least 10%, he tried to retreat, but Uzi pushed his head back against her shoulder.

“No, keep going!” She whimpered softly. “You – ah – you need it.”

As more oil flowed down N’s throat, he started to feel something boil in the deepest part of his system. Something primal, something hungry. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he pulled Uzi against him, taking in deep gulps of her precious oil. He fell on his knees, making Uzi squeak in surprise. His grip around her shoulders tightened.

“Ah, N …careful…” She implored softly.

There was no fear in her voice, N noticed, but …something else? She wasn’t fighting him, nor was she giving any sort of sign she wanted him to stop. After a few more moments, N forced himself to tear away from Uzi’s shoulders. He panted, hot air escaping from his mouth. His visor showed he had 50% cooldown. That was more than enough. He turned his attention to her wound and lowered his head down again, his tongue slowly coming out of his mouth. He gently licked her wound, making her gasp in surprise.

“N, give me some warning next time…” Uzi groaned quietly.

“Sorry…” N apologized softly, before he started licking her wound again. When he was sure that it was closed again, he gently put Uzi back on the ground. He held on to her hands when he noticed she was a bit wobbly on her feet. “ You good, Uzi?”

“I …I’m a bit dizzy, but …otherwise okay.” Uzi stated weakly, shaking her head to in an attempt to get rid of the dizziness, which only made her more dizzy. Her visor suddenly showed the message: [Error: Equilibrium compromised]. Uzi’s legs instantly gave out, but N quickly scooped her up before she could hit the ground.

“Ugh …thanks, N.” Uzi stated weakly, an embarrassed smirk on her lips.

“Guess I overdid it a bit, huh?” N gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry.”

“’S fine…you needed it more than me.” Uzi looked away for few moments. “Just …don’t mention this to V, you hear me? If she’ll get wind that this happened, she’ll never let me live this down.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Good…” Uzi’s eyes started to close. “Can you take me home, please? I think… I need a nap…and a few cans of oil.”

“No problem, Uzi.” N started, as he walked out of the warehouse. “We’ll have you before y-“

He froze when he suddenly felt Uzi’s lips briefly touch his cheek. He blinked a few times, staring in front of him, cheeks burning bright. After returning to reality, he noticed that Uzi had fallen asleep in his arms. The sight did bring a smile on his face. He unfurled his wings and took off, with Uzi safely in his arms.

#murder drones fanfiction #murder drones #murder drones uzi #murder drones N #biscuitbites #nuzi #enzi #n x uzi

[coolclaytony]

My headcanons for other Elementals languages:

Assuming the English we hear and read is just the Water-language translated for our convenience, I imagine the actual language to have a phonetic library that invokes splashing noises, the crashing of waves, and the rushing of rivers; with a healthy dose of slurps and gulps thrown in.

The Earth-language sounds like rattling and cracking stones, groaning earth, and the snapping of twigs. Vowels are held in such a way as to make speech a slow and patient process and consonants are often rolled. Clicks are a prominent feature.

The Air-laguage is breathy and whispy. Expect the letter H to show up in every word and some phonemes require you to inhale inorder to pronounce them correctly.

#elemental #disney pixar #firish #tsishash #language #headcanon