[tired-biscuit]

˗ˏˋ biscuit ˎˊ˗ she/her, 27

(n)sfw + dc (multifandom x reader writer) // 18+ MDNI

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thirsts: open

[mr-deep-downer]

I should quit my job to pursue a life of meaningless violence

[tired-biscuit]

okay but all in all naruto would make a decent knight... not the one in charge of everything that's for sure, but maybe this makes it even easier to rope him into doing these things that he knows he shouldn't....

oh my goshhh, yes… he reminds you of a puppy when you first lay eyes on him; even more so by the time several months pass and you get to know him better and fall in love with him - with his charm, his grin, his heart, the sunlight which seems to live inside him.

he’s eager to please and painfully naive, and he harbours such a tremendous amount of awe and dedication for you, his lady, that he will do anything, anything you ask of him.

and that also means that he will agree to sneak you out of the castle late at night, when everyone is fast asleep aside from the two guards who stand watch at the gate, surely his comrades, and who now conveniently decide to turn a blind eye after spotting two figures slipping past, heading towards the nearby forest.

and then, when you’re alone in the woods with him, nothing but the sound of the breeze swishing between the trees and the low chirp of insects filling your ears, he’ll obediently come to a stop when you reach out to tug on his sleeve, moonlight reflecting in his pretty blue eyes that don’t appear blue at all in the dark at that moment, and he’ll smile warmly and ask what you want him to do next.

and then you’ll take his hand with both of yours and you’ll guide him a couple of steps forward, until your back is pressing against a tree, the ridges digging into your spine, and you’ll guide that same hand to the side of your face, making him caress it, feeling the warmth of his palm, and you’ll utter something along the lines of i want you to take me now and you’ll nearly tremble in anticipation, the buzz, the excitement of it all.

when he finally lets your request sink in and leans in to tentatively press his lips to yours, it’s done so with caution at first, a mere whisper of a kiss, like he almost doesn’t believe that you’d ask him of doing such a thing. he shudders when you respond by immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and opening your mouth a fraction wider; gets increasingly more hungry with each passing breath you exchange with him.

before you know it, he’s everywhere all at once. starved for touch, aching and desperate and insatiable and still so, so eager. like he’s been waiting for you to give him a taste for all his life. he presses you further up against the tree, makes you gasp at the uncharacteristically brute force behind it, in the way he deepens the kiss and lets out almost a whine-like sound when he grabs both sides of your face and shoves his tongue inside your mouth now.

his whole body aligns itself with yours. you are so close that you don’t know where your chest ends and his begins. he messily kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, then buries his face into your neck. he pushes even closer and his hips buck forwards brazenly, like they have a mind of their own, like he doesn’t have manners, and you can immediately tell how badly he desires you - as if the kissing didn’t tell you enough already.

the hardness of him that you feel now pressing against you and which reminds you that he might be kind and sweet but is still a man at his core causes you to whimper out a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before. he silences it by greedily putting his mouth on yours again, almost like he wants to swallow it, to make it a part of himself. you can taste him, smell him, feel him, all his want, all his intensity, all that sunlight; it makes you arch your back, away from the tree and further into him. you wish to be full of him, of his warmth.

but then, he suddenly pulls back. breaks the kiss.

he’s panting when you peer up at him from underneath your lashes. his chest rises and falls in quick motions, his face is feverish, you can feel the heat of his forehead as he rests it on yours. his thumb strokes your bottom lip. you wince at the slight pain his teeth must have left behind.

when he speaks, he isn’t formal. however, that is to be expected, since he hasn’t spoken formally a day in his life.

“i need to take you back to the castle first.”

you blink, dumbfounded.

“back to the castle?”

“yes,” he says, taking a step back. his voice is hoarse but when he looks at you again, his eyes are full of that same warmth that you now miss feeling on your skin. “gotta do it the proper way.”

bed and all.

[tired-biscuit]

hello pretend i’m an anon pls post thirst pls

about who friend, about who

[cosmicdraghon]

[les-fleur]

and for the lady, perhaps whatever the fuck she wants

[animentality]

[beautifulterriblequeen]

A sign to tap

[tired-biscuit]

tbh kiba would lose his virginity and never get depressed again, he’s so simple minded that it somehow works in his favour

[tired-biscuit]

he’s like “this pussy saved me” and he actually means it disjsisjsjssj

[tired-biscuit]

i’m so sorry for all the horny posting, i just have a lot on my mind djjshshs

[crowttore]

arranged marriage or marriage of convenience and they don't want to force you to sleep in the same bed or even room as them so they're very respectfully saying goodnight before going to their quarters to fuck their fist while thinking about how relaxed you finally seemed after dinner that night

[tired-biscuit]

knight who is on the verge of breaking his vow when he submits and allows his lady to completely undress before him and grind on his lap, watching her get herself off over the bulge in his pants, and who is absolutely stressing over it.

[tired-biscuit]

the pleasure he feels in that moment overrides the stress though - well, at least for a little while - so he stays put, breathing hard and heavy, too scared to touch you because you’ve never given him permission to put his hands on you, all while bucking his hips slightly upwards in secret and in time with your rhythm, praying that you won’t notice.

[tired-biscuit]

oughhhhh loser naruto my beloved, how i miss you so- he is just so CUTE as he blushes and starts to pant and sweat when you finally let him hit

[tired-biscuit]

and he’s even cuter afterwards; when he’s all spent, lying naked beside you, staring at the ceiling of your bedroom that he never imagined in a million years he’d ever get to see, his heart still going crazy in his chest, not because he just did what he did, but because your pinky is now touching his and when you turn to look at him, you’re smiling

[tired-biscuit]

oughhhhh loser naruto my beloved, how i miss you so- he is just so CUTE as he blushes and starts to pant and sweat when you finally let him hit

[sodaneko]

sex with a nerd who looks up at you star-dazed as you ride them. pupils blown out wide, their hands trembling as they rest on your thighs because they don't know where else to put them (until you guide them where you want to feel them). their hips involuntarily twitching upwards and rutting into you when you tease to pull out early, the stammered love confession when all you asked them to do is beg. their head thrown back and the half-pleading, half-feral groan when you trail kisses down their exposed neck during the aftermath. how easily they flip you around to bury themselves inside of you again and again and again

[tired-biscuit]

why are there no anons anymore, i feel like it’s been ages since i’ve posted a thirst lol

[i-enact-postvore]

Im very receptive to new kinks btw, feel free to try and infect me with your ideas i love unlocking new things to be horny about

[radioactive-earthshine]

Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.