#gum container

[kaitowotd]

Kaito's Word of the Day: Gum

He is one gum container tall...

[eternalera]

ngl i feel like in terms of the alignment chart hisoka is one of the few chracters in hxh who goes in the true neutral spaces. mostly cause there are moments where he actually does help out gon and killua but it's for his benefit. and everything that he does is literally just for him and himself only. like whether he's good or bad he's just thinking about him and his character is so surface level in that regard and it makes it so good imo

cause like you genuinely have no fucking idea of what this man wants to do 90% of the time and i think the scene where he considers killing alluka and killua just to fight illumi proves that. he doesn't have any alliance and he really could care less about good and evil as he just does whatever benefits him

[13eyond13]

🎃 Happy 45th birthday to the only person that actually matters, L Death Note!

🎂 He's getting a Hello Panda cookie + L birthday candle + Halloween cupcake with ghostie sprinkles from me...

[on-my-way-to-the-woods]

All of the terrible disaster advice on this website is gonna make me cry

Your "go bag" for a fire shouldn't have canned goods, it should have water, money, any medications, and a copy of your important documents for fuck's sake 🤦

[objecthusbandry]

It's me with little dude,so the treasure chest somehow got back in my house,I locked the doors and windows and everything,now I'm worried about it hurting the babies,I currently have it locked in a room,please help,also little dude and the little soda caps are in the living room,on the couch,they're just chilling,the little soda caps are sniffing the air

please read my faq here!

if large and aggressive objects keep getting into your house i think you may have a problem. please reinforce your doors and windows.

[snowisflesh-blog123]

thunderstorm now.. please thunderstorm..

[jayaorgana]

A lot of my headcanons are just kind of nonsense. I'm thinking about x-wing pilots and chewing gum. Don't worry about it.

[florarot]

just had to throw away my last cactus 😔

[marathyst]

Ive really been embodying a mushy grape this past week

[missduval]

nsfw: simon x his pretty gf with an oral fixation. it started off innocent enough. at first he would slowly begin to notice the abundance of gum and sweets you went through. sweet tooth is all, he'd think, brushing it off. then came your habit of absentmindedly biting, sucking on and nibbling on your thumb; it was cute, how a small furrow formed between your brows as you did so. however, his confusion came when you switched to him. during movies, if his hand was anywhere near your face, halfway through he'd feel your mouth encasing his thumb, looking down to find you nothing but unfazed, eyes still glued to the television.

but what brought it to light was when, lord forbid, he let you get a taste of his cock. it was like a dog with a bone!

"bloody - shit - fuckin' hell, love, calm down-"" his grunts and words of pleasure would fall on death ears as you knelt in front of him within the comfort of his office, sealed away from any prying eyes as you shamelessly went down on him, sloppy and nasty with drool forming at the corners of your mouth.

you had originally been visiting for lunch, sweetly brining him a container of warm, homemade food to deal with the stress of rounding up recruits the whole morning. but it wasn't your fault he looked so good in uniform!

and you were getting off on it too, moaning around his thick, jaw-locking shaft as one of your hands rubbed desperately at your aching pussy, panties pushed aside as you zeroed in on your clit. you looked so fucking pretty to him, eyes wet and focused on his face as you pleasured both him and yourself simultaneously, one of his big hands digging into your luscious hair. and the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of your lips was enough to make a lesser man blow a load right there.

"you like this, don't ya? like how i fuckin' feed ya..." simon would groan, as drunk on bliss as you were as he began to meet you half way, forcing his cock even deeper into your awaiting throat. his head thrown back, balaclava pulled up to give him more breathing as you slurped around his cock, brain on autopilot as you chased his pleasure, craving the feeling of swallowing his cum.

and even when all was said and done, and you were both panting from the bliss the aftermath of your orgasms offered, simon knew just from staring into those hazy eyes of yours, that he would spend the rest of his life satisfying that pretty little, hungry mouth of yours.

cod masterlist.

[objecthusbandry]

Hey,it's me with little dude. The soda caps looked inanimate, but they weren't, and also I checked with the vets, and little dude is a male,I starting to theorize on why the little babies were in little dude and you said that objects don't take care or give birth to objects that look like them but little dude was biting and scratching everyone that tried to pick the babies up,do you know why?

i honestly have no idea. the only thing i can think of is that he was raising his own children who died around the same time the bottle caps showed up and he's instinctively trying to protect them, but there's no way to actually know if that's the case or not. i still recommend taking him to an object behavior specialist.

[ashitanoyuki-on-ao3]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40091796/chapters/149482915

Contained: Chapter Thirteen

The police have located Wada. Taishiro goes with them to make the arrest.

It's been a while! Sorry for the long wait.

[ingredientsonline]

Ingredient Spotlight: Guar Gum

[cigsaftsx]

CAT & MOUSE

namgyu x f!reader

Synopsis - It’s no secret to you of Namgyu’s obsession with you since the start of the games. Something about him rubbed you up in all the wrong ways, but why did being near him feel so right? You’re in denial, and when you draw the blue ball for Key’s and Knives, you feel sick seeing the red sweater clinging to his frame. Yet as you wait, to your surprise, Namgyu offers you one of his little coloured pills.

warnings: 18+, drug use, inappropriate dialogue, degrading, sexual themes, knife play (kinda?), mentions of blood, strong themes.

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The blue ball dropped into your hand from the gum ball machine. You could only stare down at it, puzzled and questioning. Blue. Surely that had the to good. A swelling tightly laid in your throat and you could only swallow it down harshly, suppressing your raising anxiety which only heightened as your eyes caught Namgyu. He wore red. Fearless as he held himself high, no doubt high on whatever that cross necklace contained. Your stomach stirring at the idea that you were on opposing teams.

Namgyu hadn’t hid his feelings from you, whatever they were anyway. It wasn’t sweet either. More teasing, and humiliating for you. You mostly told him to fuck off, although you knew deep inside that you shared the same affection for him. Though you felt yours were more sincere. You couldn’t help but pity him 60% of the time. You clutched the ball tight to your chest as you tore your eyes away from him and moved to the blue side of the room. You couldn’t place your bets that you would be safe from him.

During the games reveal, you felt ill. You were a hider, which you recall you had been terrible at growing up. Your adrenaline had always got the better of you - being unable to stay in one place without the lingering sense that someone was about to find you. But this was life or death now - you realised, especially now as the red players revealed their weapons.

Your mouth falling open as heat pricked your skin with dread. Your first thought falling to the idea that you’d be dead soon, that you wouldn’t make it out of this. No way. And then you feel his eyes on you, burning into the side of your face and you can’t help but flicker your eyes toward him. A big shit eating grin spreads across his expression, waving the knife at you as if to say hello.

Your face burns, hot.

…

You sit alone.

Your eyes only burning into your hands as you fiddle with your fingers - interlacing them, then closing your fists tight only to outspread them again. All attempts to ease your nerves. You look to the timer, three minutes, before the game starts. So you drop your gaze again and breathe deep. Finding that calm state you know you have. You desperately needed to be straight minded for this. Your recklessness being your enemy here. And just as your shoulders relaxed,

“Look who picked the short straw.”

Your eyes snap open, staring down at bloody stained pumps.

Namgyu.

Your attempts at calming yourself simply crumbled apart in a second.

“Go away.” You whisper, refusing to look up at him.

You hear him tsk.

And within a second he squats down to catch your gaze. His eyes heavy lidded, yet dark and blown. Gaze like a viper, sharp and violent. Black greasy strands of hair cage his face gracefully. How could someone so cruel be so visually appealing? How could you even think that?

You return his stare, attempting to appear cold.

“Bad timing to act like a bitch, y/n.”

He says, mockingly, pointing the sharp end of the knife at you.

Your eyes fall to the knife’s edge and linger there. Wondering whether your demise is staring you right in the face. Namgyu follows your gaze to it and laughs once, breathy as though he had realised your thoughts.

“You think I’m gonna stick you with this, don’t you?”

You don’t reply, not wishing on giving him the idea. Your eyes simply snapped back to his, almost pleadingly.

His head tilts as you, smiling sideways, wolf like. Sucking in a breath, he brings the blunt end of the knife and rests his chin on it, childlike - wondering.

“I’ve thought about it.”

You feel sick as he says that. Stomach churning as any hopes you’d had for your immunity against him washed away.

“Namgyu-” You begin, but he only cuts you off.

“Thought about those pretty eyes fading away. Thought about whether you were a beggar or a fighter, too.”

His brings the knife to you again, simply resting the sharp end on your chest. You still, your breath caught as you worried a simple twitch would set him off.

“And I think,” He drawls out lowly, running the knife down your chest slowly and stopping at your lower stomach.

“You’re a beggar.”

You’d been too busy watching the knife to not notice he’d brought his face closer. So as you brought your head up, you were now just slightly nose to nose. His hot breath fanning your face.

You can’t help but scowl at him. Your worry turning into an anger you couldn’t suppress.

“You’ll never know.” You hiss, implying that you wouldn’t give him the slightest chance to find out. You’d hide and hide well. As long as that meant avoiding Namgyu during the game. You wouldn’t want to run into this drug crazed lunatic who you embarrassingly had a thing for.

A wide grin splits across his face, amused. His eyes softly trailing to your plush lips, as he hums softly.

“See that’s what I like about you. You’ve got — spunk. That’s why I’m gonna enjoy chasing you down.”

His eyes gleam with excitement as he looks back into your eyes.

“But to make sure you don’t kick the bucket before that - how ‘bout a little pick me up?”

He reaches into his collar and brings out the cross from his neck. Cradling it as though it were the most valuable thing he owned. He flicks it open, revealing at least 5 different coloured pills. He’s quick to take one for himself, popping it into his mouth like a candy.

“How about it?” He says, nodding toward it while chewing.

You’d dabbled in drugs in college, sure. But it wasn’t an every day thing for you, especially not in this scenario but you couldn’t help but consider your chances here. You knew whatever it was had raised his and Thanos’ survival rate in the past games.

And for once in your life, despite your strong facade, you felt helpless. Desperate. You can only stare silently at the pills in contemplation.

Namgyu grows bored of your silence quick, craning his head further down to catch your eyes.

“It’ll help.” He says.

“It’ll ease your nerves,” coaxing softly as his free hand smoothes it’s way onto your bouncing knee.

His mere touch sent your head spinning as your eyes closed, almost in comfort despite his threats. How sick. And you hate how he has this effect on you still in this terrible situation.

You weren’t sure whether Namgyu was actually set on harming you. The way he looks at you, the way he speaks. You can’t help but consider his threats are only a tease. And if that were the case, you still had the other red’s to worry about. You placed your bets and opened your eyes heavily.

You nod.

And he smiles.

“‘Atta girl.” He praises, flashing a toothy smile as he scoops out a pill with his index finger, offering it toward you.

You reach out to take it, but he’s quick to recoil his hand.

You can’t help but frown at him, confused as he squirms his way in between your legs to get closer. His elbows now resting on your knees. You eyes flicker to the timer.

One minute, twenty seconds.

Your jaw visibly clenches.

“I don’t have time for this.” You mutter.

Namgyu’s eyes are trained on your lips.

“Then open up. I wann’ feed it to ‘ya.”

Your heart batters against your chest now. You hadn’t ever succumb to him like this before. You truly hadn’t intended to. Yet it was only him who could manage to tear down your facade and see you for all your vulnerability. And most of all? It makes you sick to your stomach how much you don’t mind it.

Your lips twitch before you open your mouth slightly.

He copies you, but he slightly sticks out his tongue as though he is encouraging you to do the same and copy him.

You do.

Satisfied, he brings his index finger with the pill onto your tongue. His eyes stay trained on it, almost hypnotised by the sight with his mouth ajar. But he doesn’t move away, he simply uses his finger to push it up and down your tongue softly.

You can’t deny the rising heat between your legs then. So badly wanting to press your legs together, to ignore the feeling. But Namgyu was still wedged between them.

And you’re mortified as an unexpected hum of enjoyment comes from deep in your throat. As his eyes flicker up in surprise, a glistening boyish gaze beaming into yours.

“Yeah?” He peers up at you.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

You can’t even deny it because his fingers still sliding the drug up and down your tongue. But what you do notice is the softness creeping onto his expression. A vulnerability as his fascination with you takes over. And you decide to use it against him.

You close your mouth around his finger as you suck on it - straight down to the back of your throat and his expression only grows more desperate and turned on. He looks pathetic. And somehow you feel you’ve taken that power back.

You pull your head backward and his fingers comes out with a pop.

You gulp the pill.

Namgyu breathes out, shuddering. That sight burnt into his brain. He had truly been silenced. Only his tongue came out to wet his now dried lips. The knife slack in his grip.

You edged forward toward him, and he copied you - desperate, like a starved man. Clutching your knees as he brought himself upward to meet you halfway. Your noses now brushing.

You twist a hand into his vest tightly.

“You’re pathetic.” You whisper.

He frowns and before he can say anything, you shove him backward onto the floor. He falls onto his back with a thud and is quick to recover to ease a scene. He didn’t like appearing weak. Not at all.

You stand as he does. All he can do is glare.

Before he can get a word in, the guards call for the Red team to enter the arena.

You smile cockily at him and brush past.

His gaze follows you sharply, frowning.

“I’ll see you inside, y/n.” He shouts, pissed off.

You don’t dare to give him a second glance and as you enter the arena, the buzz from the drug slowly creeps in on you.

A giddy sensation almost - playful, as though you could take on the world. All your worry’s about the others players had gone, and all you could think about was the game of cat and mouse you were about to play with Namgyu.

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Authors note: Hi guys, hope you enjoyed. This is actually my first time writing Namgyu but I loved it. Please please lmk if I should do a part two!

Update: part two below!

part two

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[spearofheaven]

⋆˚࿔ BEHIND CLOSED DOORS — office worker! nanami kento

SUM. when your husband’s secretary acts just a little too friendly around him

CONTAINS. 18+ content, MDNI. 1.1k+ words. x fem reader. semi-public sex. exhibitionism. cunnilingus. fingering. use of pet names.

"you need an appointment to see mr. nanami."

the receptionist spoke in a bored tone, barely looking up from her computer to give you a once-over. all the while she rolled her eyes and obnoxiously smacked her gum, like you were the one wasting her time.

but before you even had the chance to answer, the office door creaked open. "and i thought i mentioned that she could come in without needing one," nanami spoke up, appearing beside her desk.

the receptionist straightened up and busied herself with 'stacking' a couple papers on her desk. fluttering her lashes when she did look up at him, leaning forward just the slightest bit. "sorry, sir. you've just been soo busy and you did mention you didn't want anyone to bother you."

you honestly couldn't blame her, though. not when your husband had walked out of his office without his suit jacket on—the sleeves of his blue button down pushed up and showing off his watch. and well, the most important thing, his wedding ring. which she was blatantly trying to disregard.

"i'm aware. but you should know that doesn't apply to my wife, she's welcome to enter whenever she pleases," you could practically see her jaw clench as soon as he called you his wife, "please don't have me repeat myself. again."

"yes, sir. it won't happen again."

what she'd promised last time.

you stepped foot into the office, ceiling to floor windows decorating the space behind his desk. your heels clacked against the pristine floors, walking over to one of the wooden chairs.

"i brought you some lunch. saw that you forgot your bento at home and i wasn't sure if you brought any money to buy lunch," you spoke up, giving him a soft smile as you offered him the bento.

"thank you," he took the bento from you, setting aside, "but i think i'd like to have something different for lunch," kento cleared the space in front of him, patting on the wooden desk. a silent invitation. the skirt you had on rose up when you took a seat. the perfect offering if you'd ask nanami.

calloused hands ran down your legs, gently spreading them open. taking his time despite the thirty minute time constraint. "i'm sorry about her, by the way," nanami spoke up in a whisper, his lips pressing against your calf. "i don't know how much more obvious i need to be about being happily married."

his lips were reverent as he kissed up your leg, one of his hands holding the other in place. "like i'd ever want anyone but you, my love," he murmured, more so to himself, gently nibbling on your inner thigh. where only he'd be able to see them after. your legs spread apart almost instinctively, giving nanami the perfect view of the lace panties he adored so much.

and as much as he loved seeing you in them, the sight of you without them was much better. kento hooked one finger around the waistband, slowly removing them. sliding them inch by inch down your legs. "you didn't think we should hurry up, mr. nanami?" you questioned teasingly, pushing his hair back to take a look at his face.

"and why would we do that, mrs. nanami? i want to enjoy our time here," he pulled the underwear off, letting it fall to the floor. "well, you know you're sooo busy," you drawled, twirling a hair strand in between your fingers. he let out a small scoff, gently nipping at your leg in retaliation.

"never busy enough for you, you know that," kento’s voice came out muffled, licking a stripe up your cunt. he swirled his tongue around your clit before moving down, running the tip of his tongue down your folds. "never?" you mused, looking down at nanami. he wasn't paying that much attention to you anymore—rather, just your pussy.

"never," he muttered offhandedly, pushing a finger inside of you. your heels dug into his shoulder blades, your back arched when kento curled his fingers to hit your g-spot. and while it'd hurt at first—it was a pain that nanami was more than welcome to receive if it meant getting to lose himself in you.

your nails—paid for by yours truly—tugged on his hair, pulling him closer to your dripping cunt. kento clicked his tongue, looking up at you, "come on, use your words. tell me what you want and i'll give it to you."

"more, please," you responded almost immediately, your grip on his hair loosening up. just a bit. he replaced his tongue with two fingers, slowly getting past that initial resistance before pushing them in and out of you.

even with his glasses fogging up with every heavy breath that he took and your slick covering his mouth and chin, nanami continued to push his fingers inside of you. coaxing out all the pretty little noises you were making. "you can be a little louder, no? just a little bit, sweetheart," nanami curled his fingers, drawing out a whine from your lips.

you dripped onto his digits with each thrust, the golden wedding band on his finger glistening against the office lights. "k-ken, don't stop," your nails dug deeper into his hair, messing up the time he took fixing it this morning. you weren't even sure what was louder anymore—the squelching in between your legs or your moans.

your thighs clamped tightly around his head, holding him in place. "open them, darling. you can take it, you even asked me for more," kento felt the way your legs trembled—the way you were almost hesitant to open your legs again. you were close. "too much, too much," your moan had come out louder this time—loud enough to bleed through the walls.

not that it mattered.

you felt that familiar pressure build up in your lower tummy, your legs threatening to close again all the while your toes curled against the leather heels. too much, you'd said, and you still found yourself needing even more. "cum for me sweetheart, you can take it. take what's yours," his words served as a final push, your orgasm washing over you like a wave.

nanami pulled his dripping fingers out from your cunt and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping them off. effortlessly, he wiped away the spit and slick dribbling down his chin before carelessly tossing the handkerchief to the side. like it was nothing more than just a bother.

your chest heaved as you leaned back against the desk, watching your husband stand up from his spot. a wet patch adorned the front of his khaki pants, his cock practically twitching against the confines of his boxers. "i think i'll just skip ahead to the main course."

needless to say, you didn't have any more trouble coming into nanami's office after that <3

[saturnaous]

man I'd probably be more focused on collecting pop tabs if I knew where the hell my hug collection went ? I have my kisses and my sex in the upper area of my desk but I haven't a damn clue where my hugs went. I msis them thangs. I had quite a few.