#biscuit drabbles

[tired-biscuit]

18+ MDNI, fem!reader

having this really specific — and kind of goofy — thought about getting a tiny rubber duck as like a joke gift for your boyfriend yuuji, and him making sure it’s turned around whenever you guys fuck in the shower.

you’re having a full blown make out session and the water is hot as it runs down you both — yes, you’re squeezed together that tightly. his pink hair is dripping wet, it sticks to his forehead, and his mouth has formed into this adorable ‘o’ shape as he pants and stammers and grunts from how good your touch feels as you stroke him.

he’s got one palm pressed against the tiles that you’re leaning against, the other one is cupping your pussy. his fingers lazily circle your clit as his tongue tangles with yours; the tips nudging your warm entrance every so often and gathering the sticky arousal there before it can be washed away by the water because he knows he won’t be able to push that fat cock of his into you otherwise when the time comes for it.

however, when that time does indeed come and you hint at getting slammed, yuuji is pulling back, his honey-coloured eyes suddenly open wide. he’s still breathing like he’s just ran a marathon instead of standing in the shower and his broad chest heaves up and down as he turns his head to the side in one sharp movement; right in the direction of the spot where you both keep your shampoo bottles.

“yuuji…? what’s wrong?” you ask, eyelids still heavy with lust. it makes your vision somewhat blurry.

“just a sec,” he rasps, searching amongst the bottles. “gotta make sure we don’t have an audience.”

“an audience?” you repeat.

“yep!” he says, popping the p. “i meant this little sucker right… here.”

after a little rummaging, he finds the thing he’s been looking for: a small rubber ducky that you’d gotten him months ago as a means to cheer him up after he’d had a particularly bad day.

you watch, brow quirked in quiet amusement, as he carefully flips it around then, making sure it remains in the same exact spot, but this time with its little beak turned towards the shower wall instead of you.

he treats it with such care, like it’s made out of gold instead of plain vinyl. knowing him, he probably does see it that way and it makes you huff a laugh.

he’s just so goddamn endearing, isn’t he?

seemingly pleased with his actions, yuuji swiftly focuses his attention back to you. he smiles that beaming lover boy grin that you feel weak in the knees for, and his hands are loving but firm as he grabs you by the hips, silently urging you to press your front against the tiles instead of your back.

“okay, your turn now.”

with how hard he is, something tells you he won’t treat you as gently as he did his present.

#this was fun to think about ok!!!!!!!!! #yuuji x reader #yuji x reader #yuuji smut #yuji smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #biscuit drabbles

[brewed-pangolin]

Soap De La Crème

Soap MacTavish is a maniac.

He eats the crème filling between the Oreos. Then puts the plain biscuits back in the box like a psychopath, leaving the entire container empty of its deliciously creamy decadence.

And then, he waits.

Waits like an overly confident predator for you to find his skillfully placed lure until you finally take the bait and confront him on his delectable atrocity.

NSFW below the cut...

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"What the fuck, John?" You challenge, scolding tone boiling through your voice as you toss the distinctive blue package haphazardly into his lap.

"Oi. What's th' deal, lass?"

"You ate the crème, dipshit. And like some kind of savage put the empty cookies back in."

"Bicuits."

"You- what? Biscuits?"

"Aye. They're called biscuits."

"No, they're not. They're called-" you stutter, "that's not the point. Why did you-"

"Why'a gettin' so flustered, hen?" Soap intetjects, the subtle hint of a smirk curling into his lips.

"I'm not getting flustered, I-"

"Yer never like this when I lick th'crème between yer biscuits."

You halt, dead in your tracks. Synapses misfiring as you take a moment to recount your mental plunder.

"Oh, you sneaky little bastard."

"Aye. But I'm yer, sneaky little bastard."

-

No more than five minutes later, you were splayed out before him. Mindlessly moaning his name with his crested head perfectly buried between your exposed thighs.

"Oh God, Johnny."

"Mhm. No' complainin' now, are ya, bonnie?" Soap hums quietly against your flesh. Your eyes rolling back as his tongue laps oh so diligently between your silken folds.

"Johnny, please," you whimper between hushed, gasping breaths.

"Please, what?"

"Let me come, Johnny. Please." Your pleading voice cracks suddenly to the sensual arrogance of his tone. Arching your back up, pressing your mound into his mouth as you feel the building pulse of an orgasm deep within your core.

"Ya gonna cream for me, lass? Do it. Make a mess on me face, bonnie. Come for me."

And with his unhinged permission, you let go. Releasing yourself into his mouth. Letting him devour the delicious crème of your climax on his tongue as he expertly licks between your pleasured and swollen biscuits.

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#Soap De La Crème #lickin between them delicious biscuits #soap squad #soap squad 🧼 #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap drabble #soap x you #soap x reader #soap smut #cod soap smut #call of duty #cod #taglist edit #oops

[nkogneatho]

Ohohoho a dangerous game you set into motion, Pasi!!

—I got [Fitting room] and the character I would like is [Geto]. nsfw please, I’m horneeeee. ✌🏻🥺

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fitting room + Geto .ೃ࿐

One thing about Suguru, he is always gonna drag himself to go shopping with you no matter how exhausted he is. He not only likes spending more quality time with you, but he loves to choose things for you.

Now here's where it gets a little annoying. This motherfucker will choose the sluttiest clothes to exist and forces you try it on. But he hides them under cute penguin tees and pastel hoodies so you enter the fitting room with nothing to worry about. After trying on everything else, you notice one hanger falling from the pile of sweats. You pick it up to witness it is the shortest effin skirt. Is that even a skirt? It looks like a big belt.

"Suguru, what the fuck?" your voice is a little distorted due to the wooden door in between.

"Oh so you found it huh? Put it on f'me, babe."

"There's no way I am wearing th—" He knew you would need a little convincing so you were interrupted by your blatantly walking in the trial room as if it was normal.

He didn't even lock the door because when he swooned you around, your back stuck to the door, keeping it close.

Geto's fingers unbuttoned your baggy jeans. While his hands were busy, his teeth sinked in the soft pink fabric and he dragged it away from your hands.

"If you're not gunna wear it yourself, I'll gladly do the honors." His knees hit the ground and he gently helped your feet inside the entrance of the skirt. When it finally crawled up, you felt ashamed. He could see everything. He could see how wet you got. The short fabric felt more like a napkin than a piece to be worn. But he wasn't going to give up so soon.

"There ain't a lot of people in this shop. The security's poor too. Say we take advantage of it, baby?" His thick fingers drew patterns on your panties, sending shivers in your body.

"'m gunna sit back here. ride me in this slutty skirt, mkay?"

That evening, you either blessed the ears of people in the next fitting room, or traumatized them for life

#geto smut #geto x reader #jjk smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto drabbles #jjk x reader #💭—ask games #soulmoots.°•♡ #biscuit♡ #tw.public sex

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Hi! Doomsday trio prompt- The Most Hated Breakfast Food. Not the best. The worst.

this is SUCH a good prompt and i didn't do it correctly :') here's what my brain did instead. at least it was breakfast themed?

part of the doomsday preparation drabbles

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Breakfasts Prepared in The Days Before Battle (aka how do you feed a young man, an immortal birdman, and a piglin in one meal?)

Day 1: Oatmeal and toast. A simple dish, but sincerely one of the most beautiful and put-together meals Dream has ever seen. He didn't expect them to feed him at all, much less prepare a bowl of well-arranged, colorful fruits in a vintage bowl. He stood in the kitchen, frozen. Eating in front of Techno and Phil might mean taking his mask off in front of them, and he was tempted to grab the food and eat in another room, like an anxious dog. He settled instead on tilting the mask up a bit. They saw his mouth, and they didn't make any indication that they even noticed. Techno had three bowls, Phil had one and a half, and Dream had one (he was too embarrassed to ask for more).

Day 2: Avocado toast with pico and eggs. Techno shyly admitted that they were trying to get through this loaf of bread before it went bad. Then, he went on some nonsensical ramble about how it was Dream's sacred mission to help them. "Forget the battle," he said, "we gotta get rid of this bread." Techno had four slices, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 3: Omelettes and yogurt. There was something a bit comical about seeing Techno use silverware. His hands were too big for them, his shoulders hunched forward, and he used them so politely that you wouldn't expect him to be the most feared warrior this civilization has known. After breakfast, he absolutely dominated in a sparring session against Dream. Techno had two omelettes, Phil had half (but two bowls of yogurt. He was "in the mood for it."), and Dream had one.

Day 4: Breakfast sandwiches. Sausage, egg, and cheese, all in a biscuit-like bun. Dream nearly took his mask completely off at the table, and fumbled with the clip as he desperately tried to put it back on without showing more skin than he already has. Techno had his back turned as he was serving himself, thankfully, but Phil sat beside him. The old man didn't even look up from his plate, unbothered by Dream's dilemma. Techno had two sandwiches, Phil had one, Dream had one, and the dog whining softly under the table got two pieces of sausage from Dream's palm.

Day 5: Sausage soup. It was a piglin thing, apparently. Techno mentioned it and then grew quiet, enjoying the meal but never losing a distant, foggy look in his eyes. Dream watched, unable to think of a follow-up question. Between the three of them, he was not the only one with secrets. Techno had five bowls (the most Dream's ever seen him eat), Phil had one, and Dream had one.

Day 6: Pancakes and scrambled eggs. A classic breakfast. Phil seemed nervous about preparing the pancakes a way Dream would like, so he made them plain and provided a variety of toppings. Dream opted for a variety of fruit and the chocolate spread, but he said (with confidence) that he would've eaten whatever was prepared for him. Techno had four pancakes, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 7: Bagels. Somewhere between preparations and trainings, Philza found time to pick up bagels. Dream found it odd to prioritize food with such a decisive battle on the horizon. He sat, he tilted his mask, he ate, and he talked to Techno about horses. Techno had two bagels, Phil had one, and Dream had one.

Day 8: Biscuits with Eggs. Or, as Techno called it, "Biscuit with guts." A poached egg was poured into a hole in the biscuit, making an interesting mix of textures and flavors. Dream wasn't the biggest fan of poached eggs, but true to his word, he ate whatever was served to him. Techno had four biscuits, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 9: Creamy potato soup and sausages. Carbs and proteins for fuel. The battle loomed, and Dream was feeling anxious. He wasn't sure why; he wasn't afraid, per se, he was simply buzzing with energy that had no where to go (He wanted this to go perfectly). He asked Techno to spar with him again. He asked Phil for a refill of potato soup. "Remind me to get you the recipe, mate," Philza said, "If you can make mashed potatoes, you can make this. Good for travel, too." Dream replied stupidly with some comment about how much he liked potatoes. Techno had three bowls, Phil had one, and Dream lost count of how many times he made it while he traveled. Much later, he'd make it again within the prison walls, and he'd run to a nearby chest to vomit.

#lol sorry anon #i guess the 'worst' one would be the biscuits on day 8 #tfw you say you'd eat whatever phil makes and then two days later he makes POACHED EGGS #no offense to british ppl but i don't fuck with ur eggs #dreblr #doomsdaytrio #doomsday trio #doomsday prep #drabbles

[genghisthebrain]

a tedbecca drabble

ted goes back to kansas. he and rebecca find a way to make it work

ted >> rebecca

ted > 🍪

rebecca > What?

ted > you didn’t think id let biscuits with the boss go that easy did ya

rebecca > Ha, ha. Thank you Ted. Delicious.

ted > it aint a morning without biscuits > today’s question: favourite keira knightley movie

rebecca > That’s immensely specific.

ted > certainly isnt > keira knightley is important

rebecca > Fine. Bend it Like Beckham. You?

ted > pirates of the caribbean. the second movie > went as her for halloween once > best elizabeth swan this world’s ever seen

rebecca > Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.

#wait_no on ao3 #fanfiction #chat fic #drabble #one shot #light angst #fluff #not posted on ao3 this is just for you #ted lasso #ted lasso show #rebecca welton #tedbecca #ted x rebecca #can be read as platonic or romantic #me personally I rather like this concept #of the pair of them staying in touch #messaging every day #even if it's just a biscuit emoji and a random question about dogs or something #biscuits #biscuits with the boss #ted lasso fanfiction

[azurelyy]

incoming thirsttt, 'cause i'm needy: i just can't stop thinking about college au naruto struggling with his grades, and reader keeps tutoring him and gives him bjs whenever he does particularly well on a subject she helped him out with.

like i just know that man would turn into einstein all of sudden just to get his dick sucked as many times as possible, byeeee. he is a really determined type of personality after all; so manz is practically hopping to the next exam. calculator ready in hand, pencil sharpened bahah 😭

Ooooof, girl. Yes! I swear, you have the best ideas, how do you do it!?

I'm making him frat!Naruto, because he has been on my mind lately... Also I've never actually taken thirsts so I made this into a drabble, I hope that's okay?

NSFW beneath the cut. Minors - DNI!

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, oral sex (m!receiving), modern AU, frat!Naruto

"Oh yeah, sweetheart," Naruto moans, shoving you further down his cock. "Feels so good."

Through blurred vision, as mascara tears streak down your face, you shove him further down your throat, licking the rim of his head gently with the back of your tongue. You swallow him as best you can, using your hand to stroke down the length of him you can't fit into your mouth.

His finger nails dig into your scalp as he throws his head back, his raspy moan encouraging you to continue your assault on his girth. You have no care for the lack of air in your lungs, or the way his precum burns down your throat - all you can focus on is the way he sounds, his greedy hands that push you past the point of no return.

Waves of hot pleasure rush between your thighs. Only Naruto had the ability to get you this wet just from sucking him off. You imagine yourself from his view: messy makeup, knees digging into the plush carpet of his frat room, damp hair falling around your face, hallowed cheeks, and you can tell he's close from the way he needily thrusts his hips up, gagging you.

"S-Sorry, baby," he husks, grabbing a fistful of your hair. "Gonna come in that pretty throat of yours."

"S'okay, Naruto," you murmur, "Do it again."

Naruto freezes. "What - choke you?"

You reply by shoving the tip of your tongue into his slit, more salty liquid dripping onto your tongue, and you moan a small 'mhmmm'. You lock your gaze on his deep blue eyes, hazy with lust and adoration as he watches you, unblinking.

His lower lip is sucked in-between his teeth, his hands shaking against your head. You enjoy the way you can destroy him with only your mouth, the way his demeanor completely shifts and changes the moment he receives an 'A' on an exam you helped him with.

He tries to act nonchalant. He tells you when you're out with his frat friends, in public, casually.

"Yup," he said, clasping his hands behind the back of his head casually. "Another A. Thanks for your help again, by the way." The way he says your name is playful, a tone that wouldn't stand out to anyone else. But you know the truth, could feel the tension between the vowels.

When he says your name, everything stops. The world is still. In a room full of people, it's suddenly just him and you, and as you stare him down, you see the shift. His shoulders relax, his lips twitch upwards, his eyes sparkle with that proactive hint of deep navy. There is an invisible thread between the two of you that is pulled so taut, you think it might snap.

"No problem," you replied simply, shrugging him off. "I am always happy to help relieve your... tension."

Naruto let slip a choked whine as you pulled up and licked round his length. His eyes were tightly shut now, his breath almost nonexistent.

"Gag me." That was all you said, as you once again shove him down your throat with vigor.

Naruto didn't even warn you - he didn't have time - his cock spurted hot liquid down your throat in quick bursts, and all he could say was "fuck-c-coming-fuckfuck". You swallowed all that you could before pulling back and allowing the rest to run out past your lips and down Naruto's shaft, dripping onto the floor.

Your small hand worked his cock quickly, finishing him off even as you gasped and the last bit of white liquid splattered onto your lips and chin. You smiled up at him while you licked the thin film of arousal off your lips. Naruto whined - actually whined - as you rubbed the last bit of his high out of him and rested your soft cheek against his cock.

"Fuck, baby," Naruto's breathing was shaky as you raised from your knees, sliding your coated palms up his abs. "Always so good to me.”

His feral smile turned tender, curtaining you in a warm, golden hue. Naruto wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you into his lap, his tongue curling around your earlobe as his teeth graze against your sensitive skin. His strong hand rubs down your stomach as a deft finger gently swirls over your clit and he sinks his teeth into the skin of your ear.

“But you know, I’ve been studying more than just classroom stuff. Like I know now that when I press right... here...” 

He applies pressure to your clit, flicking it swiftly to the left as your vision goes black and you arch your back into him, moaning his name out aggressively. 

His mouth trails to the skin of your shoulder and he smirks against you as he continues rolling his finger over your clit, sweet and sticky arousal dripping from you with each swipe.

“Shhh,” he coos, sucking the skin where your shoulder meets your neck into his mouth, “Don’t want the whole frat house to hear you now, do we?”

But judging from the way he bites your neck, the way he adjusts his hand to allow his thick fingers to push into your drenched walls as his thumb rubs languid circles against your clit, the way his cock is already hard again and pressing aggressively into the small of your back...

You are pretty sure the whole frat house heard you come. All four times.

#naruto x you #frat naruto #naruto smut #naruto x reader #naruto fanfiction #azurelyy scribbles #beautiful biscuit #naruto drabble

[dove-da-birb]

Do you think Grim ever "makes biscuits" on Yuu/MC when he's happily snuggling with them?

YES! He may deny it, and try to cover it, but he's still making biscuits!

Yuu; Hard at work making biscuits?

Grim; *stops kneading* NO!

*Video that Yuu has saved in their phone*

Yuu; Another hard day's work in the kitty bakery

Grim; ... You work for me, henchman! Not the other way around.

Yuu;

~Kitty Bakery~

#ithseem! #twst yuu #twst grim #*looks at my cat who is actively hard at work making biscuits as i type this* ~kitty bakery~ #he may deny it but grim is still a cat SO YES HE MAKES BISCUITS #and also purrs while doing so #just a short little drabble this time; might make this into a proper headcanon when i have the time and brain cells ^v^ #the kitty bakery is now open!

[bakedbakermom]

got to work the line "she enjoyed spooning, but right now all she can think about is forking" into my next smut biscuit

#please tell me you younglings know what i mean by snut biscuit #it's what modern fic calls a drabble but it's exclusively for smut #txf #fic tag

[tired-biscuit]

i want to ride yuuji so bad and then start crying cause he’s so thick and big and then have his strong arms wrap around me and then he starts thrusting up and we’re both drooling and moaning that would be a dream

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: good girl, good girl, GOOD GIRL!

he’s cooing at you while caressing your cheeks and wiping your tears away, and it’s all so goddamn sweet that it outright hurts; in a good way, though.

always in a good way when it’s with him.

especially because he does it so effortlessly? being kind is like second nature to someone like yuuji and it’s hard not to melt into a puddle of gooey emotions and spill even more tears when he’s looking up at you with hearts in his warm honey-coloured eyes and there’s this prominently lovestruck look on his face that makes him look even dumber than he already is.

but he’s also cute, awfully so. his hair is an absolute mess, his lips are in the colour of dark pink from all the kissing, his cheeks are flushed, and his skin burns so hot that he’s sweating like crazy underneath the thick hoodie that he’s still got on. you’ve been in such a rush to get him inside you that you’re both still completely dressed, aside from the bits of clothing that have been tugged down and pushed to the side in order to make the entire thing easier for you, of course.

however, having all these layers on is simply excruciating. the heat makes him pant and causes his chest to heave in a faster rhythm than normal; and all those breaths make it somewhat hard to get all the praise that he feels for you out of his system.

but yuuji is no quitter. so he swallows the runny saliva that keeps on gathering in his mouth between sentences and threatens to spill past the corner of his lips. it’s audible and it makes his adam’s apple bob in his throat, and yet he still manages to thank you in hushed, trembling whispers and broken grunts and moans.

he thanks you for being such a good girlfriend; for being so willing to give it a chance when it comes to riding him and taking him in all the way, despite the fact that it’s only been a couple of days since he’s taken your virginity and your most sensitive parts are still sore and tender from all the gentle pounding — but pounding nevertheless — he had done after getting his first taste.

you feel heat sear your face as you listen to the jumble of gratitude he’s putting before you and look at him from underneath your lashes, trying to not pay mind how tears still cling to them as stubbornly as ever.

this entire thing has not gone the way you’ve imagined it to go at all and it’s frustrating as hell. and how couldn’t it be? i mean, you’ve known how big he is, have known how it feels to have him inside you, but jesus fucking christ, this position is nowhere as easy as missionary had been — and even then you’d struggled a great deal.

because now, you’re the one who has to do all the work while he sits there, looking pretty, sometimes eyeing how your arousal glistens on his pubic hair, even though your clit hasn’t come anywhere near to kissing the spot from how much of a hard time you’re having when it comes to sitting on his dick entirely.

if only you could just—

“hey,” he says the word with such care as he cups your cheek that it sends butterflies twirling in your belly. his hand is just so big, it urges you to pet yourself against it like a little kitty. “you okay?” yet another look that’s brimming with concern is thrown your way. “we don’t have to do this if it’s too much, you know… just tell me.”

“did you really mean all that?” you mumble the exact moment his hands reach for your hips, clearly aiming to manhandle you into a position that you’d be able to endure a bit better.

“mean what?” he asks, glancing downwards just for a second as your hands stop his own. his cock twitches in response — he’s always been such a sucker for hand holding and this time is no exception. when your fingers intertwine, his heart sings in answer.

“that i’m a good girl?” the eye contact that you initiate in return is determined instead of anxious all of a sudden and it makes his pupils visibly dilate right in front of you.

it seems like you’re no quitter either.

“‘course i did,” yuuji replies in a heartbeat, cherishing how you squeeze around him whenever he gives you his approval, his praise. “you’re such a good girl, my good girl, the goodest girl to ever walk the good girl planet... they should make you mayor of goodie town.”

you giggle at that and his smile quivers with pleasure from how it makes your pussy tighten even more. he’s doing everything he can not to grab you, press you against his chest and just follow instinct and start slamming away.

maybe next time… maybe you’ll be ready for it next time.

“you’re so silly,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him again, though this time on the forehead. his skin tastes salty, and while it may be wrong, knowing that you’re not the only one that’s having a hard time right now makes you feel just a little bit calmer.

unbeknownst to you, the fact that you’re more relaxed allows you to take yet another inch of him inside you. your muscles slacken and his fat cockhead drags against your walls as a result, slipping and pushing in, in, in. the ring of cloudy white slick forms just a little below the lower half of his cock now, stretching you further and making your tummy feel hot and tingly.

it’s definitely progress.

and it makes poor yuuji moan straight into your mouth.

#he’s such a cutie pie sweetie honey bebi sweetheart!!!!!!! #i love him soooo much #yuuji x reader #yuuji smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #yuji smut #yuji x reader #itadori smut #biscuit drabbles

[hanihaato]

a/n: jealousy themes, yandere sunday x reader, mentions of abduction, incapacitation, drabble

Your artistic silence is broken with a snap of fingers and a question.

“Now, who is that man?”

Before the vision disappears, you have a split second to admire your efforts. Your skills have improved over the last three hours where Sunday had left your dreamscape to attend to some urgent and questionable matters.

This time, you have delved into the concept of imaginary creations that followed your newfound belief that even in this kind of twisted dream, deliberately manipulated by Sunday, you could still treat it like… a dream.

Do wonders. Keep yourself occupied to take care of your sanity.

The man you’ve created doesn’t have a name as you don’t recognize him. Maybe he was your own creation, or maybe he was one of the countless tourists at Reverie Hotel whose face you’ve been fortunate to remember. He would have made for a much more entertaining company than Sunday is, especially as he presses his lips into a thin line and looks disappointed in you.

“A secret boyfriend. We were planning to elope tonight, before you…” The story cuts short, as Sunday closes his eyes and sighs heavily, as if dealing with a troublesome kid. You take the warning and end your joke here, but because you know you have the privilege to as his beloved, you pout at him. “Alright. I was bored. Happy now? I thought you said I can do whatever I want here. Well, you keep calling it my dreamscape, after all.”

Sunday sits you down on a sofa that materializes within a blink of an eye. It’s another reminder you’re not in Penacony; there, nothing like that could happen, as it’s a dream with rules you are bound to obey. But at least there, you could understand its mechanism as it was created to mimic the real world.

‘Your’ dreamscape was solely ruled by Sunday’s whims.

You fall on a stack of heavenly puffy cushions, with his arm draped around your waist.

“Dearest. It’s our dream. This fantasy wouldn’t exist without any of us,” Sunday promptly corrects you and smiles gently at your irate gaze. “Believe me, I wholeheartedly would love to give you a fair share of power over this place, but it would be a bit dangerous to someone not practised in lucid dreaming.”

If you didn’t exceed his tolerance for defiance for today, you would have hit him with one of the pillows. Instead, you sink yourself deeper into them.

“Alright, then… What do I have to do to be classified as experienced? As far as I am aware, spending a whole three months in a dream should have made me an expert.”

“That’s a lovely conclusion. But does spending time in a library make you able to get a degree in every subject that’s written in the books?”

The question silences you. The break is long enough for Sunday to design your surroundings: a coffee table that matches the times, a porcelain tea set with golden details and some infusion with fascinating taste. They go with a tray of cookies and little sandwiches, as well as a bowl of fruits and nuts that would taste better if they were real.

However, you have to do with what you have on your hands.

You bite into a biscuit. “Then, what should I do? To be adept enough, that is.”

“There are many other requirements…” He falls into a reverie, and just as you think he closes the topic—you’ve been willing to give it up at this point, solely for the quiet to continue—Sunday speaks again. “If you can wake up on your own or overwrite any of the aspects of this dream, for example, gravity, I will consider giving you a little more power here.”

So, he’s asking you for the impossible.

“…I won’t be wiping myself out only for you to ‘consider’.”

Sunday takes a sip of tea. The porcelain can’t hide a tenderish smile, but the unexplainable gleam in his eyes is exposed.

“There is always a shortcut.”

“That doesn’t, um, doom me for eternity?”

“Yes. If I have a say in this, it’s a very delightful one.” And after the next sentence, you know why he’s so engaged in this discussion. “Marrying me.”

…

Sighing, you cross your arms and shake off Sunday’s arm from your shoulder. “I thought you hated liars.”

“Which part of what I said do you consider a lie?”

You ignore him and get up from the sofa, heading towards the big door. Sunday might have changed the look of the place, but the layout always remains the same. Behind that door, you will find a short hall that leads to several other rooms that don’t have Sunday in them and so are preferred.

“I don’t want to talk (to you) anymore, sorry,” you mutter out the apology just to defend yourself if Sunday was going to accuse you of being rude. “I am going to daydream—dreamdream?—about, I guess, men, if I can’t have anyone here. Goodbye.”

You reach for the pair of doors and find them uncharacteristically too heavy. You try to open the door, but just then a big silver chain crosses over their handles, a small lock appears, but you don’t have time to notice the details as you find yourself staring into a plain wall.

“Now, no need to rush,” Sunday purrs, and you turn around to see your beloved doors behind his back. “Would you like to play a round or two with me? I think we could have a wonderful conversation about how to pry the imaginary door locks and who are the people you’ve been thinking about so much.” He smiles. “All with names and examples. There shouldn’t be any secrets between us, isn’t that so?”

#i think i write scenarios better than headcanons hmm #honkai star rail #hsr #sunday #sunday hsr #sunday x reader #yandere sunday #yandere sunday x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #the act

[your-nanas-house]

Drabble: Thirsty

◇ Pairing: Tommy Shelby X secretary!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, oral sex, bad jokes, age gap (both off age), shitty writing

◇ Summary: Tommy is thirsty after eating the cookies that Y/n brought him.

◇ Note: Christmas gift for you @mizzbel. Merry Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas, dear!

Her y/e/c were wide as she stared at her boss, Tommy Shelby, who was now towering over her. Early that day he mentioned a Christmas gift for her, one that she wouldn’t have forgotten that easily and that she couldn’t have received by anyone.

It thrilled her, her naive mind thinking at all the possibilities of such a big surprise she was about to receive at the end of their work.

The time finally came and her thoughts went quickly shut as soon as Tommy made his way towards her desk, eating one of the cookies she had brought for him to wish him a Merry Christmas. His icy eyes staring into hers dangerously as a small smirk appeared on his face.

“You made them?” he asked, glancing at the biscuit he was holding so that she could understand what he was talking about, earning a soft nod from his shy secretary “Yes, sir”. 

A soft hum left his broad body, his gaze stopping back on her smaller frame “Delicious but you get kind of thirsty after eating a couple of them” Thomas pointed out, finishing the chocolate cookie before leaning closer, trapping her on the desk with his arms… one of each side of her.

Her body was shaking softly, a weird feeling disturbing her stomach as Tommy’s low voice echoed in her mind, his stare making her rub her thighs together unconsciously… in an attempt to find some kind of friction. “Am I right?” he purred, his breath hitting her ear… she could feel the warmth of it as he leaned even closer to wrap his plumpy lips around her earlobe, nibbling on it in a teasing way. 

His hands slowly roamed around her body, moving under her dress as her breath hitched in her throat, his lips leaving wet kisses down her neck to her collarbone as he moved his little fingers under the elastic band of her panties, hooking the fabric to pull it down her thighs, exposing her dripping sex.

“Feeling pretty thirsty” he commented as he kneeled down, his lips now making their way to her cunt, brushing against her legs in a slow teasing pace before he snapped his eyes back up, meeting her stare as if he was asking silently for permission.

It took him just a small nod from the young woman to finally dive in, his tongue tracing the way up from her entrance to her clit, the sweet taste of her lingering on his tongue as his nose brushed against her pubes.

Y/n’s breath got heavier as a result of Tommy’s actions, her hand quickly grabbed his hair to encourage him to continue, letting his tongue circling her clit and his delicious lips wrap around it to suck on it… building slowly up her orgasm.

Her nails scratched in a tender way his scarf, pulling his face closer to her, nearly suffocating him with her thighs when she attempted to close them because of the pleasure… his strong hands grabbing into her flesh, digging his fingers in it to keep her legs parted.

His experienced tongue now brushing her entrance before thrusting slowly, swirling it against her walls to collect her sweet nectar and increase the pleasure. His nose brushing against her clint in a lovely way and in a couple of minutes her body was already shaking, her bottom lip caged between her teeth as she held back a moan… her thighs trying against to close as Tommy kept licking her sensitive clit till he had enough and stood back up, his tongue coming out of his mouth for the last time to clean her juices from his face.

“Merry Christmas, love”

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[mortyvongola2-0]

Drunk

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader

Genre: Smut, drabble

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, pussy drunk!Naruto, oral (female receiving), cursing, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, praise, use of good girl and sweetheart, coming untouched

A/N: I don't know, blame @justmyownreality and @tired-biscuit for this one. Specifically, jmor, because we love a babbling mess Naruto.

Just for clarification, there is no alcohol involved. This is a different kind of drunk.

...I definitely don't have other projects I should be working on. Nope not at all.

Read it on AO3

You bit a clenched fist, your eyes squeezed shut. A shaky breath left your open lips, your head falling back as your spine arched. “Nn!”

“Mmm.” His voice vibrated through you, and his sloppy movements sped up. That tongue was devilish, wicked in its accuracy as it tormented your clit. The sounds were obscene. His moans and groans as he feasted, the sloshing sounds of your pussy as he made a mess of you. It was all too much.

Your hand moved back down, tangling in his blonde strands as you let out a gasp. He was practically purring. “N-Naruto!”

He thrust a finger inside of you in response. His long finger curled and rubbed against your walls, searching for that spot he knew would drive you wild. Your breath hitched when he found it and attacked it with a second finger.

The blonde’s lips left your throbbing bud with a loud smack and you couldn’t help but let out a pathetic whimper. His chin was coated in your slick, you shivered at the sight. “That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl,” he praised. “So good for me. Gods, I could eat your pussy all day. So good.”

Those deft fingers began to make a scissoring motion but made sure to press against your sweet spot with each stretch. Your voice reached a higher pitch, and your thighs began to tremble as you felt the knot in your core begin to tighten. “You make such pretty sounds. So pretty, all for me.”

“This pretty,” he licked your clit once. “Sloppy pussy, all for me.”

His thumb came up and rubbed your clit in tight circles, his tongue joined his thick fingers, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Cumming! I’m-”

A gasp tore through you, your legs shook against his shoulders. Quickly, he removed his fingers and tongue from your clenching channel and began to lick long stripes along your sex. Every lap of his tongue on your sensitive clit had you jolting and whining. Every press of his swollen lips was followed by a swallow.

He groaned loudly. “So, so good. Your pussy tastes sooo good. Fuck, I need more. Cum again, I need it. Cum again for me, sweetheart.”

Naruto’s fingers returned with vigor, his tongue wriggling inside you. He practically folded you in half as he rose, your legs still trembling against his shoulders. You were so sensitive, the thrum of your orgasm still ringing in your ears. Tears began to prick your eyes as your sounds began to get shorter and higher.

The groans from his lips and chest vibrated against you, and you began to twitch and thrust as the sensations grew. “T-too much!”

His tongue left your opening only long enough for him to say, “S’okay, sweetheart. Just one more.”

Your clit throbbed, it felt like liquid heat. The tears that began to collect began to slide down your cheeks as you rolled your hips both toward his mouth and further away. Your painted toes curled, your trembling fingers twisted in the sheets below you. Your feet pressed against his back and he grunted.

That knot began to tighten again. Your eyes squeezed shut once more, your mouth opening in a silent gasp. All thoughts were wiped from your mind as sensation took over. Your second orgasm hit, and Naruto devoured it like he was starved.

The noises he made were lewd, his hips thrusting into nothing. He slurped, sucked, and lapped at your oversensitive sex and you whined as it began to be too much again. “No-no more,” you pleaded.

He pulled away with a gasp, his chin and neck dripping. His chest moved with rapid breaths and his fingers gripped your hip with bruising strength. “So, so, so good. Such a good girl, such a good pussy. Fuck,” he breathed. “Shit, you taste so good.”

The fingers that’d been resting against your inner thigh went back to your sex, and you whined. You shook your head. “One more, sweetheart. Just one-“ he cut himself off with a moan, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Pussy so pretty and wet. Mmm,” his fingers slid inside of you once more, their pace slow to give your twitching channel a bit of a break. “Gonna cum just from your taste.”

“Only one more,” he muttered, again and again, as he pressed kisses against your mound until you nodded your consent.

As soon as he had it, his lips wrapped back around your clit and had you mewling. It didn’t take long for the combination of pleasure and pain to build up once more. Every flick of his tongue had you in agony. You wanted more and it hurt just right.

Your hips moved against his face; your cries came out more like short screams. “N-Nart,” was all you could say, everything else came out as an incoherent babble. He reveled in it.

His lips never left your flesh, his teeth scraped against your bud and you saw white. Three thick fingers thrust in and out, in and out, and your body couldn’t take it anymore. With a final flick of his wrist, his fingers scraped against your sweet spot once more and you came. Harder than you’ve ever cum before.

Fluid gushed out of you. In a rush, they dropped from his face and your legs onto the bed below. He tried to lap at it all, to take in every last drop, but you began to push against his head. Naruto swallowed with a loud groan and a shiver of her of his own as he held your hips up and licked his lips.

His pupils were blown wide, his jaw slack, and his breathing hard. You watched as his eyes rolled back for a moment before a warmth splashed against the backs of your thighs and his body shook. He plopped back onto his haunches shortly after.

The blonde licked his lips and smirked at you as he said, “That’s my good girl.”

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[riftanswhore]

Anonymous asked: repost from jaeyunology

Ahhh those drabbles u make are so wholesome !!! Can I ask for enha hyungline with chubby reader like chubby chubby or big girls. How would they worship? Or more like how will they make her feel good.

a/n: to all plush girls out there, y'alls bodies are bodying and it's a sight 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 for me keep doing that 🙇🏻

heeseung

he's crazy for you. in his eyes there's nothing more feminine than your perfectly carved body. his hands never leaves you. if he has 10 hands, 9 of them belongs to your body. he believes in the phrase "there's more i can love" and he lives by it. he's so full of love to the point it might comes off pervy to you. he'd buy you form fitting dresses and blouses that presses against your plush body showing of your big chest, wide hips and fat ass and trust me he has a designated gallery with passcode filled with all of that pics for his own view. every breathe ends with a praise from him when you wear things he buys you.

jay

no diet is allowed if anything he's feeding you more than you have ever had in your life. he has the morning off? breakfast served in your kitchen. early evening off? early dinner with upcoming desert at the nearby ice cream parlor. no work tomorrow? expect supper of ramen, kimbap and some fried rice. you're gaining weight? your clothes are getting tighter? he just smiles and preens at your complains, in his eyes he believes you're finally taken care of properly that he is doing a great job of taking of his lady. you're finally getting all the nutrients and the love you deserved so keep complaining because he's almost there baby :)

jake

down bad as fuck he will be doing all the silly things you would never expect, he'd buy shirts that's too big for you and at night he gets inside the shirt and snuggles into your chest feeling your body warmth hands pawing your love handles, your cute pudge and your tits like kitty making biscuits. beware that he might drool all over your body and if he's feeling extra you'll wake up with bite marks from his oral fixation triggered just from looking at your body.

sunghoon

insecure of your stretch marks? date park sunghoon and you'll even forget you have them. until you wake up and all those stretch marks is covered in his cum. yeah he's too scared to compliment them in fear of it coming off as offensive so what's better than showing you he worships you by cumming on all the spots. the ones near your pussy always ends up covered in his bites and cum, it just sends him to frenzy seeing your body being so human and womanly. it triggers a primal instinct to love, to worship, to mark so they never leave him. you are the bane of his existence, the object of all his desires.

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[raffe156]

Room for one more

Pairing - Price x OC Tank (F!reader)

Summery - Testing the limits of a one man tent…

A/N- little Drabble based on those single tents @atomiccrownpoetry mentioned, I’m sorry it took so long! Though I’ve tagged it as Tank an I read it as Tank and some of you will do the same, I don’t mention her by name so can be read as Price x F!reader 😌

Warnings - Smut (18+) Voyeurism kind of , Language, Age gap Price (38) Tank (26) unsafe sex, p in v

✨As always comments and feedback welcome ✨

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

“You should get your head down kid, you look shattered” Price rubbed your back, he towered over you his hand lingered between your shoulder blades.

He was right it had been a long day of recon and you weren’t about to get into another argument with Soap over who ate the last digestive biscuit.

It was you but you weren’t about to admit that. Tonight was the last night of a 3 day stay in the desert and you were ready to go home.

“Yeh you’re right” You stood up stretching your back.

“Listen, one more night of this and I promise you fresh sheets and a real pillow.” Price squeezed the back of your neck a smile on his face. Everyone cheered at the idea of getting their heads down in a proper bed, but you knew he didn’t mean the beds back at the base. The thought caused a stir in your stomach and it was enough to get you through the next few hours.

You said your good nights and walked back to your single tent with Farah in tow.

You chit chatted as you both stripped down to your under layers outside your tents. Even though the temperature dropped at night, inside the tent was insulated and the last few nights had been so warm you had slept with just the mesh panel.

“Was it you that ate the last of those biscuits Soap loves so much?” Farah laughed as she turned you around to braid your hair just like she had done the last few nights. You gave her a knowing smirk as you handed her the comb. She laughed shaking her head.

“Sooo you and Alex eh?”

Farah didn’t need to see your face she could hear the grin as clear as your words.

“Asimat!” She tugged the braid playfully. You held your head laughing.

“OK OK ‘ana asf!” You pleaded.

“Never mind that, what about you and the Captain eh? Ya ‘iilahi, I see the way he looks at you, like a starving man looks at a meal…”

“Farah! Asimat!” You could feel your face flushing.

She tied a bobble around the braid a cocky look on her face. You both eyed each other, before bursting out laughing the sound echoed across the campsite and off into the distance.

For a few minutes the two of you weren’t soldiers in the night, but just two girls braiding each others hair and laughing about boys at a sleepover.

***********

You lay in your tent listening to the sounds of the desert, the distance chirps and hoots.

Just as your mind was finally drifting off you felt the air shift, turning your head slowly you watched the zip of the tent door curl down to reveal the pitch black night, the warm breeze blowing in as a dark silhouette moved closer inside. You knew instantly who it was the air bringing in the smell of dampened fire and cigar smoke.

You blinked a few times trying to make out where the nighttime visitors face was.

“You awake kid?”

“Yeh…I’am now”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Don’t think you’ll fit”

“I will…move over”

“Move over where? It’s a 1 man tent”

“Good thing I’m just 1 man then eh?”

“….”

“Just move over” a growl more than a whisper now.

“Someone’s gonna see you, I thought you said we have to wait till we get back home? You fully lectured me about it?”

“I know what I said…just move over”

You did as you were told, moving on to your side allowing your Captain to slide in next to you. It was a tight fit as he zipped the panel shut behind him, you could feel the air trapped inside get heavy.

“Come ere” Price pulled you into him, you threw your leg over his waist.

“Oh I’ve missed this…can’t wait to get back to mine, don’t plan on letting you leave the bed let alone the bedroom” He let out a little chuckle as he kissed the top of your head.

“I know it’s not the same….but I’ve wanted to be close with you like this since we arrived Kid, it’s been driving me insane…”

“I’m more than happy with this, I’ve missed you too Boss”

You stretched your body out over his, your hands finding their place to settle.

He was in his joggers and a T-shirt, he must of walked the distance from his tent to yours in his socks you could feel the tiny grains of sand against your legs. You tried to pull them off his feet with your own.

“What are you doing? You’re not taking another pair of my socks!”

“No you’ve got sand on them, take them off”

You felt a little rumble of a laugh come from his chest.

“If you want me to take my kit off all you have to do is ask love”

“Shut up! You’ve got sand all in my sleeping bag take them off now!”

“Oh using your big girl voice are we? Hmm I like it” He pulled you on top of him your body sliding over him with ease, legs either side. You tried to sit up but your back was pressed back down by the roof of the tent.

“John what the…”

He cut you off his hands pulling you down into him, his mouth finding yours in the dark. His kiss was hungry and needy, it had been a few days since he’d been able to show any real affection towards you. You had made do with the odd pat on the shoulder, his hand lingering a minute longer than needed, standing just that little bit closer during briefs, his legs looped with yours in the back of cramped vans and trucks.

You allowed him to devour you in the darkness.

Lifting your hips slightly Price pushed his joggers down just enough to pull his cock out and rest it on your underwear. You instinctively rolled your hips back into him feeling the sturdiness of his erection as it pushed against you.

You felt his hand pull roughly at your underwear, he wanted them off but knew there wasn’t the room or the time so pulled to the side would have to do. His fingers brushed against your folds as he pull the fabric away. Without needing to be told you eased the tip of him inside you savouring the feeling as you pushed through, you could hear the little grunts of frustration and swore there was a whimper or two as you sank yourself down taking him down to the base. It was a snug fit.

“Fuckin ell” he whispered as you slowing rocked your hips back and forth your chest pressed to his. A pathetic whine left your own body. You desperately wanted to sit up, wanted to feel his hands roam up your body, to cup your breasts, you wanted to see his face, see the same desperation in his eyes, to watch as his teeth clenched and gritted together as you rode him, but there was no room for fancy moves or position changes, this was it packed in tight, close quarters.

You tucked yourself in under his chin your head slightly tilted, Price held you close to him as you slowly picked up the pace, his other hand firmly on your backside rocking you back and forth grinding your clit on his pubic bone.

The thought of being heard or even caught made you want to be that little bit louder, just a few feet away your entire squad slept it made your system flood with adrenaline.

As if he had read your mind, Price gripped your backside tighter. You let out a moan.

“Need you to stay quiet love, can’t have you waking the whole camp up now can we…what would they say if they caught us like this eh? I promise you can be as loud as you want when we get back home…” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

You couldn’t take it, you pushed yourself up rolling your hips faster and faster. The roof of the tent rubbing against your back.

The air inside the tent was heavy and damp with condensation, but you didn’t care your bodies were buzzing, you could feel it right there building inside of you both. Each craving for this closeness, this connection for days.

Price placed his hand on the side of your neck. He was close, but you were closer and he knew it your body gave you away.

“That’s it….cum for me love…aww…good girl…that’s its…” he gripped your neck that bit tighter your moans came out ragged and broken from trying to stay quiet, but even though you were coming undone you couldn’t stop your hips from rocking back and forth your body wanted more your insides pulsed and fluttered around him, begging to come again.

Price couldn’t hold out any longer and began desperately bucking his hips up into you, cursing between gritted teeth with each thrust. The sticky wet noises filling the tent, someone would definitely be able to hear, the rush of being caught surged through your body again making your hips match the speed of Price’s thrusts. This caused you both to fall apart very quickly. You buried your head in his neck to stifle your cries.

“Fuckkkkkk…” Prices groaned as he came inside you, his thrusts slowing as he became more sensitive.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath, your bodies pulsing as your heartbeats tried to regulate. Once the blood had stopped rushing in your ears you tried to listen for any movement outside the tent, hushed voices or footsteps, but all you could hear were the distant hoots and howls of the night.

“Think we’re good…” Price kissed your temple as he slowly unzipped one of the panels to let some air in.

*************

You woke up at 6:00 alone having no idea when Price had left you, but you felt his socks at the bottom of sleeping bag pulling them on you sorted yourself out and grabbed your toiletries bag, the makeshift showers weren’t too bad and you definitely needed one.

As you unzipped your tent you were met with the familiar sleepy faces of your squad. Soap half hanging out of his tent with a brew talking to Gaz, his Mohawk fluffy and sticking out in all directions. The pair of them clocked you and grinned. Your heart sunk. They had heard you last night, but before you could speak or plead your case Ghost and Price walked over to the huddle of tents.

“Morning kid…want a swig of this?” He handed you his cup of coffee you took it looking him dead in the eye.

“Can we have a word…in private?” You whispered. His face changed a serious look on his face. He nodded guiding you away from the others.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? I think Gaz and Soap heard us last night they were talking this morning and gave me this look…I don’t know but they know something” you held the cup of coffee tight.

Price smiled resting his hand on your shoulder he leant forward so he was eye level with you. You wanted to slap the beard right of his face.

“We weren’t the only ones at it last night kid, have you noticed anyone missing this morning?”

A wave of relief washed over you, thank god!

“So if it’s not us they heard who was it?….” It only took a spilt second to realise who was missing.

“oh my god….Farah and Alex!” You spilt half the coffee onto Prices boots as you whipped round to look back at the camp.

“Correct…and Soap said they were pretty loud so even if we had been heard everyone thinks it’s them” Price chuckled as he took back his coffee.

Just as you turned back to Price you heard cheering and whistles, Alex had crawled out of Farah’s tent, bed headed and shirtless a weak smile on his face. Soap slapped him on the back offering him a coffee, close behind Farah appeared looking more triumphant than anything as she light up a cigarette. She waved at you and the Captain.

“She’s ballsy that one” you smiled back at her as Price lifted his coffee mug up at her in salute.

***********

A few days later you get a text from Gaz

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