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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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@tired-biscuit
ËËË biscuit ËËË she/her, 28
(n)sfw + dc (multifandom x reader writer) // 18+ MDNI
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man of honor (knight!rengoku kyojuro, multi-chapter fic)
no joy in giving if youâre never pleased (rengoku kyojuro, one-shot, 7.3k)
best friends to lovers â werewolf edition! (werewolf!bsf!kiba, two part series, 49k)
i licked it so itâs mine (stepbrother!yuuji, one-shot, 6.7k)
#biscuit drabbles for shorter fics
requests: closed
thirsts: open
i remember having a fic idea about sexting with kiba due to a wrong number situation but never knowing what his face looks like until you somehow recognize each other at a party and it was so good why did i never finish that
he doesnât know your face either so he falls for your personality (the pics you send him of your body are just a huge bonus) and itâs definitely a first for him
you expected him to be strictly hot because of the pics heâs sent you over the months, but heâs actually leaning more towards the cute side with his big canine teeth and the little dimple in his cheek that appears whenever he smiles.
i remember having a fic idea about sexting with kiba due to a wrong number situation but never knowing what his face looks like until you somehow recognize each other at a party and it was so good why did i never finish that
he doesnât know your face either so he falls for your personality (the pics you send him of your body are just a huge bonus) and itâs definitely a first for him
i remember having a fic idea about sexting with kiba due to a wrong number situation but never knowing what his face looks like until you somehow recognize each other at a party and it was so good why did i never finish that
how i be feeling when weâre all adding lore to a post in the reblogs
that first look, that first silent âyouâve caught my attentionâ that you exchange with someone oughggggggghhhhh
bonus points if it happens in a packed room like a party or a concert or at the airport - where itâs like everyone else has gotten kind of blurry and youâre the only ones in focus
and if you happen to pass by each other you both canât help yourselves and turn your head AGHHHHHH
that first look, that first silent âyouâve caught my attentionâ that you exchange with someone oughggggggghhhhh
bonus points if it happens in a packed room like a party or a concert or at the airport - where itâs like everyone else has gotten kind of blurry and youâre the only ones in focus
that first look, that first silent âyouâve caught my attentionâ that you exchange with someone oughggggggghhhhh
merry mounting monday, hope that man mounts you today god bless đ©·
make him beg for it monday <3
cried twice today already and itâs not even 10am yet đ
obsessed with knotting and how, once it locks inside of you, there's no way out. you have to take his load right into your womb. there's no choice anymore
iâm thinking about werewolf co-worker again :(
itâs a friday night and youâve decided to join your colleagues for a drink after work.
heâs there too - the odd but really handsome guy who works on the same floor as you and who always looks like he canât bring himself to stomach you fully just yet. thereâs only one person in-between your spot in the booth and his, and once they stand up to go pee, you decide to take up the chance and slide closer.
he stiffens even before he feels you tap him on the shoulder, but of course you donât notice it. youâre tipsy just the right amount after two drinks, bubbly and chatty and pliant but still mostly sober, and when he turns to look at you, your scent tells him just that.
âhello.â
âhey.â
his voice is low and his gaze has dropped even lower. heâs not looking at you even as he greets you back, rather focusing on the bottle of beer heâs been nursing the entire night.
ânot a big drinker?â you ask.
âsomething like that.â
what would be the point? he couldnât get drunk even if he wanted to.
but itâs not like you would know that.
the bar is full of chatter and other general noise and yet silence still falls between you. it lasts quite a while. he doesnât give you much to chew on, does he?
âso, are you having fun?â you utter suddenly, still trying.
he merely glances up. angles his head in a slight nod. his body has gotten so tense at this point that itâs making his shoulders ache. you smell so good that it hurts.
but you donât know that.
âsure.â
thereâs another long stretch of silence.
and then:
âwanna know what iâm thinking about?â
âwhat?â
âiâm wondering,â you pause to take a sip from your straw. âhow come youâve actually decided to join us for drinks this time?â
how come? easy. he canât resist being away from his mate any longer. the mate, who as of right now, is sitting right next to him, smiling innocently as she tries making conversation with him, making him sweat and barely control the urges that heâs tried so hard, so fucking hard to stifle within himself. the mate, who has been making his job a living nightmare these last few months.
the mate who, of course, doesnât know a thing about this either.
he inhales deeply and forces back a groan as your scent fills his nose, his mouth, his lungs. does his best to shrug as nonchalantly as possible.
âbeats being at home, i guess.â
google show me this guy wet and whimpering
