#squeezing and heavy and ahhhh

[a-concert-just-for-me]

Ahoy friend! How goes the night?

Well thefreewillagency, you have made a grave mistake asking me this. Behold. It’s 2:00 am. My diary screaming out loud. You know, like Anna Nalick style.

These edibles are, in fact, shit (positive)

I’m most def a little high

[skelly-words]

Hey! If cool I was wondering if you could write tentacle smut. I’m not too sure on the plot but wanted reader to be very much in some sort of public setting with loads of people just watching as she gets railed by a tentacle. The kinks I wanted to ask if they could be in there is Voyourism (public sex), public nudity, squirting and/ watersports and overstimulation.

If not that is totally okay! I just wanted to ask :) and am exited to see what you come up with if your comfortable with writing this

okay cool so....

Not proofread, tags in the ask + spit a lil bit, ass eating, idk futa shenanigans, ahhhh milk (i kinda scared myself w/ this at the end)

My brain immediately went to big networking conventions that businesses have where the important people from the different corporate branches come together to drink, schmooze, and brag about sales numbers to each other.

Your boss asks you to come with her to help with the demonstration. The travel expenses and hotel costs are all covered, so you agree to spend the weekend on Wall Street with her.

I hate this, but there's the slightest bit of lore, so i ECOURAGE you to read the other parts first -> masterlist

MINORS DNI, stay away 18+ only

The presentation room of the hotel caters to corporate mixers like this. Circular dinner tables decorated with charcuterie fill out the hall. Your knee bounces nervously as people begin to file in. Saturday had been boring, spent bumming around the all-inclusive spa while your boss attended other company presentations not too dissimilar from this one.

"Relax." Your boss whispers. She sits in the squeaky folding chair beside you. Her hand lands comfortably on your thigh, stilling your knee with her warm touch. "All you have to do is bend over the podium."

You nod and try to emulate her flippant attitude. The bounce returns to your knee anyway because nerves are impossible to hide. The minutes slip by as people settle into their seats. The dimming lights act as a cue to hush the small talk and side conversations.

“Ready?” She gives your thigh a heady squeeze.

“Yea, ‘m ready,” you mumble.

Her gait is steady and comfortable up to the front of the room, and you trail behind in the shelter of her shadow. You smiled unsteadily at the sea of unfamiliar faces. Your boss tapped her knuckles on the podium, clearing her throat to get the rooms attention.

“Thank you all for coming,” she begins. “My branch is testing a few new methods of increasing productivity today. It’s all based on the same principle, ‘a happy mind is profitable one.’

“Of course, we’ll begin with the demonstration, just to prove how much it’ll help you focus on the rest of the presentation.”

An interested hum sweeps through the crowd as she leads you around the front of the podium. You aren’t wearing panties, only a skirt, which immediately becomes apparent as she lifts your waist up to the podium. The sturdy wooden surface slopes slightly up toward the room, propped up for dozens of eyes ogle your bare skin.

The position makes blood rush to your head, almost dizzy from the heavy heartbeat in your ears. Your skin feels hot and sensitive. The skirt tickles, sliding down the gentle slope of your back. You wonder if they can see how wet you are, cunt aching from all the attention.

The speech sounds so far away, like all your senses are dulling to make way for the electricity running beneath your skin. From the corner of your eye, you see a couple workers wheel three tanks up to the front of the podium.

The terrariums are large and damp, too fogged up from humidity to see anything through the glass. They're pushed into a neat line, starting at your side and progressing to the front of the stage in single file. The tank closest to you is the smallest. It's the only one you can properly look into because the creatures have suctioned themselves to the wet panes. Their round bodies flatten into mounds on the glass, little mouths busily opening and closing. You watch them, mindlessly observing them inch in little circles, around and round, maybe spirals if you spent enough time staring. You shiver, imagining the pattern it could suck into your skin. From your position now, you wonder if you look anything like that mouth on the glass to that polite crowd of people.

You feel a warm hand skim over your ass, inviting your neatly pleated skirt to drape over your back completely. The gauzy brown fabric went well with your blouse, and you remember packing it for this conference a week in advance. It feels silly now, to think what you're wearing matters when it's really the demonstration that's important.

The first tank slides open with a squeak, and your boss pulls a writhing blue tentacle out with a cloud of steam following it. You can barely see what's happening in your peripheral vision and only when you turn your head to the side. She wastes no time at all, taking the companies limited resources into account, the conference room was only reserved for an hour. Her other hand traces up and down your back, nails first, to scratch gently through the layers of fabric.

"You're doing great, hun." She whispers the reassurance into your ear, low and husky so only you can hear it. In one motion, she presses the end of the tentacle into your butt. It's bigger than what you had at home, which is what you prepped for. Her hand flattens to soothing circles when the pain comes through in your groans. You quiet to a whimper as the thing flails, twisting to orient itself inside you. It still hurt, but you were adjusting quickly to the pressure in your ass as it slithers down to find your pussy.

Now, no matter how you turn, you can't see what's going on. The suckers drag against you, that much is easy to discern from the sense of touch. The rest of your senses besides that have gone totally useless, so you watch the hypnotic pattern that the specimens in the last tank trace in the condensation.

The blue tentacle pushes into you. It's fat, thick and showy so the people in the back can see. Your eyes might be crossing from the way it slowly stretches you out. A shiny blue slime drips from every pore, sucker, and gland on the thing, making you squish obscenely from every movement. In. Out. In. Out. And your boss is still talking, you can even see the slides she flicks through when your eyes roll back, but it all sounds like white noise as the monstrous size shoves into your cunt, slipping out to momentarily attach an oozing sucker to your clit. Then it squirms right back into your hole, so slick that it runs down the inside of your thighs.

It's hopeless to imagine paying attention to anything else.

"But that's when we ran into the issue of hygiene. Clearly, this doesn't fit corporate dress-code."

That cuts through your thoughts, followed by light chuckles. The second tank slides open with a thunk, and you don't have to crane as much to see the pink tentacle calmy wrap around her arm.

"Oh, f-fuck," you finally make a sound audible over the disgusting squelch of that blue monster. She's trying to press the thick bulb at the end of the pink one into you, leaning real close, almost cheek to cheek as she forces it further past your rim. A glob of spit falls from her lips, you groan as she smears it around with her tongue.

"Just relax for me." And you're not even sure she's talking to you in that raspy tone. The hand on your back has inched lower to keep you pinned in place, and it's making you sore from how the podium’s edge digs into your hips.

Your sounds fall freely now, turning to whines as she licks you to ease the stretch. The hand on your back lightens up as the fat plug slides into place alongside the blue one. An affectionate smack lands on your ass, rubbing her warm palm over the spot as she watches the pink tentacle unfurl and flatten.

You can't see it, only whine as the weight shifts and adjusts inside you. The blue tentacle stops moving as if to behave and play nice with a friend. The gummy feelers attach as the pink tentacle latches on. It cups your swollen pussy, cleaning up the appearance quite nicely to the audience's disappointment. But your moans grow louder, echoing to let you know the sound made it to the back of the room. The little fingerlings lining the pink tentacles interior are so active. They pinch at your clit, making it slip between the soft jelly limbs while the others started playing with the rest of you.

"...And when properly stimulated, this specimen can be prompted to release its reproductive material on command." That faint comment reminds you of the eggs.

Your gasp is mixed between startled and concerned when her hand begins to brush the tentacle wrapped around your crotch. Being stuffed with the twitching blue tentacle makes you wonder where all the slimy eggs will go.

At her light brushes, the tendrils start to pull you apart. They slip inside you, just barely, enough to make your legs start to shake. You can feel them start to pour in as her thumb pushes down, squeezing out the soft spawn like horrific toothpaste as she slides the digit up from the base.

The blue tentacle comes back to life now, helping push the pink jelly into your poor pussy. You can feel the tiny limbs scoop and blue suckers fuck the eggs up against your sore cervix. And still, nobody can see. Your boss stands over you. Her hand trails between your thighs, tapping in the drying slick that's become tacky. She tugs at the tip of the tentacle, pinching firmly at the pink appendage and peeling it back.

Not all the eggs made it inside, rolling down your thighs as the mess is exposed. She's slow with her reveal, trailing her fingers through the juices to try the combination. You've gotten quieter, trying to keep your whimpers silent now that it's easier to hear. She starts to pull at the plug, and you have to bite your lip to keep it down. It doesn't wanna come out of your ass, still pulsing from so recently releasing eggs. Still, she tugs, making you squirm and clench your cunt. You've been on the edge for so long, and feeling the stretch to your rim makes your thighs squeeze together. They can barely shut to rub around your throbbing clit.

"I might as well introduce the last one then." She gives up on freeing the pink tentacle with a frustrated sigh and finally steps behind the podium to reach the tank in your eyeline. "They fit perfectly under your bra, so we'll both be demonstrating."

Your eyes follow her hand, from the lid, to inside the tank, to the buttons on her shirt. You strain to look up at her because she's standing so close, watching with jealousy as that thing sucks on her nipple. Her breasts look bigger too, spilling from her bra when she tries to squish them back into her shirt. A glance back down makes you blush. A bulge starts to bubble from her pencil skirt. It wouldn't be very noticeable if it wasn't a few inches from your nose.

"My turn?" You look up at her from between watery lashes, bending to smiling crescents when she nods. She lifts your chest just enough from the podium to let the green lump latch onto you. It doesn't seem to mind being squashed against the wood when she lowers you back down. They feel good, sucking at your breasts in a perfectly alternating rhythm. You start to feel weird, hotter as your tits get sore. The mouths pinch a little, not enough to hurt, barely more than a warning bite. You groan, the throbbing in your ruined pussy is getting worse. It makes you imagine what your boss is feeling. The pre dripping into her underwear. You probably could take her cock too if she asked you. She's still giving a presentation, talking through a slide as the buttons on her dress shirt strain. Her hand slips back to your butt, where it was yanking the bigger plug out of you.

She braces the opposite hand on your asscheek, rocking the pink tentacle back and forth to coax it out. You can barely hold sound back, dissolving into pitchy breaths when the fat blue fucker decides to start up again. It starts slow, but that pace doesn't last. After packing you with eggs, it's eager to let its cum out. Every loud thrust makes the eggs probe deeper. You can feel it in your tummy, pressed flat to the uncomfortably hard podium.

Your sensitive nipples pulse in time with the relentless suckers. You can't even care to be surprised as they spurt milk, moaning instead from the toy twisting in your ass.

The pink tentacle finally slips out of you, put back in its tank where it belongs. But you're sore, hole left gaping for the blue one to fill in as it swells. It gets bigger in your pussy too, larger with each beat. Even as she talks, her fingers can't stop playing with you, either pinching at your skin or dragging a digit through your slit. Her microphone is ther only thing keeping her intelligible over your cries, strung out from the pleasure.

Her fingers swirl around your clit, so sensitive. The touch isn't any more than light nibbles on your chest, but it makes you gasp and jump against her hand. You start to cum when she twists harder. The moans inside you spill out in one cry as you squirt. The pinch to your clit makes you spurt all over the front of her clothes.

She gasps in disgust and yanks you off the podium. The flooring is carpet, soft enough for your sore ass when you slump against the sturdy wood.

Your boss brushes off the interruption like nothing, simply indicating the conclusion of the demonstration as the slides flick to a new segment. She steps carefully between your legs when walking back to her place behind the podium.

The front of your blouse is halfway unbuttoned, however much was needed to get those creatures on, and now you notice how swollen they made your tits. You whine as the blue thing keeps moving between your thighs. There's more leverage at this angle and you don't know if you should moan or cry. In a few stunted thrusts, cum starts to fill you up, thick ropes of it that still somehow leak out from between all the eggs and the fat tentacle.

The pretty blue sheen coats your inner-thighs and the conference room floor. Something’s still wrong though. The ache between your legs isn't gone, not completely no matter how much your sore body begs to stop. It's the milk, or the hormones that come with it asking for just a little more. The demonstration portion is over. You're done, everyone's supposed to be focused on the woman speaking.

You slip a hand to your clit, circling the bud with shaking fingers. Just one more, and you'll be fine. Your boss doesn't even notice the room's eyes drifting lower. The blue tentacle indulges you, lazily moving in your cunny along with a few pumps of its warm seed. You can look at the lump it makes in your stomach from this angle.

This time, the orgasm builds fast and you have to muffle soft pants against your hand as you cum. Your poor pussy hurts, but you still need another and the tight circles on your clit don't let up.

There can't be that much more time before the hour is up and she has to get these things off you. Yet, your wrist is getting sore and weak dribbles of piss leak out of you at each peak. You notice people in the crowd hiding their arousal, and that somehow makes your crazy mind even hornier. Your abused clitty gives a heartbeat to your thumb each time someone palms their crotch or crosses their legs, still trying to be politely discreet.

The lights brighten as the presentation ends and a few odd bursts of scattered applause break out at a few tables. You still don't have the decency to leave your needy cunt alone, finally closing your legs around the blue tendril still curled up inside you as the people leave the room to pick a brochure up.

I had another anon ask abt going to find a new tentacle with the coworker from pt.2, but I kinda decided they were aliens (pink and blue both would normally use a host for mating and the suckers kinda do the same thing but for food, ig they're all just parasites sorry if that's gross), so i added a new variety into this one for you <3

A/N- how'd she do that? i would've gone ngh~ *squish* IMMEDIATLY, sry can you tell idk anything about an office job? oh well, stfu and enjoy the smut then (this is way over the top 😭) Also why did i give myself the displeasure of two (2) unnamed characters, give me names for Ms. boss or i'll start adding y/n (a threat)

[glossysoap]

something something the guys all come home from a mission and you perk up, rushing to the door cooing "how are my boys?" and they all get flustered because of your sweet voice and sweeter face. but then you're crouching so you're more cock-level with them and start groping their quickly chubbing cocks.

"have they been treating you right? making sure you all get milked and used?"

anywayyyyy

AHHHH hnmgkfndn it’s like you said!!!! talking to their cocks like they’re their own person!! like you’re not even acknowledging the actual person that the cocks attached to!!

they don’t even have the opportunity to let their faces fall (from realizing that you weren’t asking them, but rather their cocks) - because before they knew it, you had fished their cocks out of their pants. you were oh so casually groping and palming their half-hard cocks. switching between their cocks (first stroking price and kyle and then johnny and simon. or any combo really) to make sure you could give them all equal attention.

“look at you, all neglected.” you pout mockingly, giving their balls a slight squeeze. “oh, so heavy. so full. you needed to be pumped, huh? you needed to be milked dry?” you crooned all sickeningly sweet, in that voice you knew made them feel all warm and fuzzy.

you laughed when you heard some whimpers from above your head.

“yeah, they don’t know how to take care of you, huh? no, you needed me. you needed me to pump you and suck you and empty you till you can’t give anything else.”

[shaisuki]

thinking about men who are strong, fearless and unyielding but is truly pathetic when you deny them of release.

they're huffing and puffing. their cheeks dusted in a heavy hue of red. strands of hair sticking in their foreheads. hips arching from the stimulation coming from your pretty hand wrapped around their aching length.

“please—”they moaned out, a sob coming out from their lips and you see the tears gathering at the corner of their eyes. looking at you so wide and blown with lust.

you're on top of them. you're in control and you love every minute of it. seeing your strong and hunk of man turning putty from your touch. deciding to tease them a little— uhhh no. you love the tears and you're wondering what kind of noises they'll make it if—

“nngh—ahhh!” panting at the sensation of their cock being squeezed. the slit in their red and angry tip leaks with pre-cum. they couldn't do anything but moan and pant. beg for your mercy to let them cum. holding the plushness of your waist. they didn't do anything else, only holding you like a lifeline and use them however you please. your big thighs flattening in the sides of their torso.

their rock hard abs is also perfect for you too. ride them until your satisfied. they watched you behind in their teary gaze. in awe at the way their chubby girlfriend rides them. so perfect and so in sync— could anything be this better?

”ahhhh—fuck!” they curses out. your hand moving upsidedown that leaves them moaning and hot. their heartbeat increasing and their breath getting shallow. your thumb pressed in the frenulum of their cock and fuck, fuck, fuck—they're so close. they're so close, their balls tightening and their cock sensitive ready to burst the first of their load at any moment, just a little more— and oh!

the first drops of tears came rolling at the corner of their eyes. their orgasm ruined when you stopped stroking their hardened length when they're so close.

“aww, you poor thing.” cooing at them with your syrupy sweet voice and they couldn't bring themselves to get frustrated at you. it only gets them hard and ready for more. "don't ya worry, i've got you. patience—pretty boy." nodding at you eagerly and hanging from your words coming out from your lips.

they're so fun to tease. always eager to please you. what's more of a sweet reward for your sweet, obedient boy to get their cock buried in your sopping wet, fat pussy and you did. lowering yourself where your glistening hole is spasming, meeting their insanely huge and thick cock.

their eyes rolls to the back of their head and their drool drips at the side of their mouth. tongue almost lolling out when you sink yourself in their length.

"“s too much for you pretty boy?”

and they shake their head. knowing they can take it and finally having the pleasure of your pussy wrapped around their cock and this time may you'll give the sweet release they deserve. maybe or maybe not. who knows?

𝐃𝐄𝐊𝐔, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈, 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 (𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚) 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥! 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚, 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀, 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀, 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚, 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐈, 𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮, 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐮, 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔 (𝐡𝐪), 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈, 𝐫𝐞𝐨, 𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐧, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈, 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈, 𝐫𝐢𝐧, 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 (𝐛𝐥𝐥𝐤), 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐚 (𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞), 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈, 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 (𝐣𝐣𝐤), 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 (𝐜𝐬𝐦), 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮, 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐫)

[selfloverrrrrr]

Gurl i love your yandere jjk fics ❤️❤️can you maybe do a noncon/babytrap with megumi or yuta?

Both won't be that bad~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, Yandere, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Masterlist

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

I'm a student of jujutsu high Tokyo. I'm a first year.... in grade four. Gojo satoru is the one who took the responsibility to make me understand my cursed energy and how to use it. Cause I can't use it properly. So we're best friends... Me, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara. The second year students are also good friends with me. I trust them too.

It was just a normal day at school. It was raining so heavily. I didn't brought umbrella with me. I was late for returning to the droom because of some work. Every students left. I was the one. I was standing in the front door of jujutsu high. Suddenly heard a voice "hey y/n... you need help?" The voice said. I looked at my side. It was Megumi. "Oh... actually I forgot my umbrella today" I replied. "We did too" another voice said. I looked at other side and it was Yuta.

" but we have to go you know... cause it's almost the droom closing time" Megumi said. " OMG really?" I asked. " Yeah... and we have to go without the umbrella you know " Yuta replied. "Then I have to go without umbrella too" I said. Then three of us went out of the school.

We just reached the droom. We were infront of my room. We all were drenched in water. "Thank you guys for coming with me" I said to them. Then I turned around to unlock the door. My dress and specially my skirt was sticking with my body. They started at my ass when I was unlocking the door. When I unlocked the door they both looked at each other and pushed me inside and locked the door.

I looked at them confusedly. " Y/n...sit on the bed and do whatever we want you to do" Yuta said. My body automatically did what Yuta said. I was confused then I saw Yuta copied inumaki's technique. No no no.... that's bad.... it's bad!!!

They both came towards me. Suddenly Megumi took off my skirt. "W-what are you doing" I spoke. "Spread your legs" Yuta said. My legs automatically spread. I looked away with shame. I don't know why is this happening.... Why are they doing it. They were too fast. I didn't even noticed when they took off my and their clothes.

"get on your four" Yuta said and my body did. "Please I don't want this" I said. Megumi stand infront of me and Yuta stand behind me. " now be a good girl and give Megumi a blow job" Yuta continued " Do. It." He said. I squeezed my eyes. Tears flowing down. I opened my mouth shakingly and took Megumi's dick inside my mouth taking the whole length in slowly. It was too big. Megumi's breath hitched. He threw his head back mouth wide open. I slowly sucked his dick and his legs shook. I bobbed my head up and down. His tip was poking the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and started bobbing my head up and down faster. "Oh god...oh god.... don't...ahhhh... don't stop!!!!" Megumi moaned out loudly. He was bobbing my head up and down faster and faster. He suddenly felt that Megumi was close. In a few minutes he came inside my mouth. He grabbed my chin "Yuta senpai....tell her to swallow" Megumi said. "Swallow it y/n" Yuta said. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed Megumi's cum.

Yuta flipped me over. Then he lined himself with my entrance. Yuta pushed his whole length in one slide and I scremed with pain. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was screming loudly. His huge dick was giving me too much pain. He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. His thursting getting faster and harder. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot make my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips.

I felt his dick started throbbing inside me. " Senpai please...not....not inside" I begged in a whisper because I didn't have the power to speak. It was too much for me. When my warm walls clenched around him he moaned loudly. In a few minutes he came inside me. He slowly pull out.

They both came towards me. Yuta stroked my hair and Megumi cupped my face. "Don't worry y/n we'll protect you and love you... We both loved you so much. Then we thought why don't we both have you.... We'll love you and now... you are ours" they whispered in my ear.

Ik it was a short story...but I was running out of ideas...lol💀 I'm sorry...but I'll post like this more...and not gonna make those this short

Give me your requests guys...

I love when you give me your requests 💕

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 11 (In Heat)

Asgore x Male!reader

You honestly blame the others for this.

How come no one warned you that Asgore was susceptible to going into heat? Looking back at it now, Undyne laughing at you, when you mentioned how extra touchy Asgore was acting this month, was probably your only heads-up.

You were hoping to get some practice baking in today, but you honestly suck ass at it. There was flour everywhere, some egg on the floor, and even some batter in your hair. So when Asgore walked in, you were hoping to get some help...not dick.

You guess seeing you bake really did it for him. He hugged you from behind as he muttered how cute you looked. You thought he was being his regular cute self until you felt him harden against your ass.

You swear you'll get the others for this. But for now, you have a large horny goat man to deal with.

"Hnnng!" You groaned softly, feeling the warmth of Asgore's body pressing against you. The goat man's hands moved over your shoulders, squeezing gently as he helped guide you through baking. His large furry hands were on yours as he helped you knead the dough.

"Mmm..." Asgore hummed lowly in agreement, leaning down to place a kiss on the base of your neck. His breath was hot against sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise along your flesh.

"Yes, yes," he murmured approvingly, "that's it. Just like that."

You tried to focus on the task at hand, but the sensation of being filled by Asgore's thick cock made it difficult to concentrate. Every time he shifted slightly, sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

Asgore leaned over you to pick up the bowl of chocolate chips, causing his cock to slide deeper inside you. You gasped at the sudden thrust, nearly losing your balance as your knees became jelly. His furry arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

The goat man chuckled quietly, a low rumble in his throat that sent shivers down your spine. "Sorry," he murmured, leaning in closer to nuzzle your neck with his wet nose. "Didn't mean to surprise you like that."

You try to shake off your lightheadedness as you focus on the task. "It's okay," you managed to say between shallow breaths. You were determined to push through and make this damn choco-bread.

At some point, Asgore stopped helping.

Asgore's movements grew slower as he gave in to the heat. His heavy breathing mixed with yours, creating a steamy atmosphere around the both of you. With every lazy thrust, he pushed further inside, claiming your hole for himself.

You could feel yourself develop a new kink. Despite the mess, this was pretty fun. It was almost like a game to see if you could handle doing this mundane task while being fucked.

Asgoore's strong arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding onto you like you were his entire world. The goat man rested his chin on your head as his tongued lolled out of his mouth.

"Ahhhh...," he whimpered, thrusting harder yet again. "So good...my sweet boy..."

He moaned and grunted, his voice growing rougher with each passing moment. Tiny droplets of saliva dripped from his bottom lip, landing on your head.

He was definitely drunk off a mixture of his heat and your body.

"Please...," he pleaded desperately. "More...I need...more."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he buried his face in the back of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you as if he thought you would disappear if he stopped fucking you

"Pregnant..." he chanted hoarsely, each syllable punctuated by a lazy thrust. His hands gripped your hips possessively, leaving bruises in their wake. "Get pregnant...get pregnant...".

"Pregnant, please," he whispered hoarsely between ragged breaths. "Become pregnant...with my child...oh god..."

Each thrust drove the message home; he wanted you to give him a child despite you being male. But you couldn't help but wonder how flustered he'll be when you tell him about this once he's clear-headed. You groan and push the mixing bowl aside.

Baking can wait.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[writingjourney]

Hey there! I’m not sure if you take requests, but I saw that others do and you are my favorite so far. 😅 I have some pretty nasty skinned up knees because I fell yesterday, totally embarrassing myself in front of a bunch of clients! I was wondering if you could write a short Copia/reader fic that would give me a way better story for my skinned knees. (Papa or Cardinal!) 😂

on your knees | papa emeritus iv x gn!reader

I can most certainly give you a more thrilling story for those skinned knees 👀 I chose Papa because who wouldn't like to fall to their knees for the antipope?

content: 1.3k words, gn!reader, alcohol mention, biting, semi-public blowjob, spit kink, choking mention, taint tickling, he gets whimpery, blood/minor injury, papas tight-ass pants

Masterlist – Ao3 link

You are both a little tipsy, the warm, giggly kind that has you clinging to each other as you stumble across the street. Copia’s arm is slung around your shoulder, gloved fingers spread over your upper arm in an attempt to keep you steady. You still feel all warm inside after your dinner date in town, the walk home taking you twice as long as you stop for needy kisses every few steps. By the time you reach the abbey’s courtyard, you’re both out of breath.

“Mhm, I want you so much, amore,” Copia whispers into your ear as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. His free hand slowly crawls from your hip to your ass where he squeezes the soft flesh appreciatively. Your fingers search for his but before you can link them together he grabs your hand and brings it to his crotch with a moan. “I’m so hard for you.”

You shudder at the feeling of his cock in your palm, only separated by the strained fabric of his pants that allows his heat to radiate into your skin. His lips trail from your cheekbone down to your jaw where he gently nibbles before pressing another wet kiss to your mouth.

“Be careful or I bite back,” you whisper as you break away, squeezing his cock until it jumps in your hand.

“Oh, do you, my little vampire?” His teeth graze your skin from your lips down to your chin where he bites down gently. “Care to show your Papa?”

“Mhm.”

You reach for his hand and pull him further along until you find a dark spot at the edge of the courtyard, the abbey’s high stone walls casting deep shadows over your bodies. Your shared giggles echo in the hollow between buildings as you both stumble over your uncoordinated limbs. Copia’s back crashes into the wall and takes you with it so fast that your knees give out. The momentum gives your drop more speed than anticipated and you connect with the cobblestone in a painful crunch.

“Ow, amore, your knees,” Copia exclaims, trying to pull you up again.

“‘m fine,” you say, shaking off his hand as well as the pain. “I’m just where I need to be.”

“Are you s– Ahhhh.”

His question is interrupted by you pressing your mouth to his cock, growling playfully as you bring it between your teeth. You close them just the tiniest bit, a kitten bite really, and Copia chuckles under his breath. One of his gloved hands strokes your hair, the other lovingly caressing your jaw. You nuzzle the tent in his pants for a moment, take in the smell of his arousal as you feel him twitching against your face. With practiced fingers you open his belt and zipper, a little more clumsily than usual in your tipsy excitement. After he forwent his underwear to fit into the tightest pants he owns, his semi-hard cock springs out immediately. Your mouth is watering at the sight, a needy throb vibrating through your lower body when you press your cheek to his length. The burning pain in your knees is pushed to the back of your mind as you look at your Papa through heavy eyelids, allowing him to admire you.

“Che bellezza,” he whispers, cradling your other cheek in his gloved hand. “Seeing you on your knees for your Papa, amore. Hold out your hand, sì?”

You do as he says, stretching your hand skyward. Copia’s tongue works inside of his painted cheeks, the black lines shifting back and forth before he spits into your palm.

“Go on,” he says. “Don’t tease.”

You look up at him, watching his expression darken as you spit into your hand as well. The tight lines on his face melt in pleasure as you wrap your fist around his cock, spreading your combined spit over his length and stroking him to full hardness. You press a gentle kiss to his tip, lapping up the pearls of precum that drip from his slit and onto your lips. At the contact he sighs, pushing his hand in your hair for a better hold on your head.

“Amore–” he warns. “I said no– ohhh.”

You fully wrap your lips around him, letting him slide in so deep that he chokes on his words when you hollow out your cheeks. His grip on your hair tightens until his tugs are almost painful and you blink up at him, watching his eyes roll back in his head. The corners of your mouth twitch at the sight. He’s already whimpering and moaning, always so needy, so eager for any warm hole he can get. You can feel his cock flexing as you gently cup his balls and give them more room over the tightness of his pants. When you slowly move your head back and forth, keeping your tongue pressed to the veiny underside of his cock, he shallowly rocks his hips to meet your rhythm. 

It doesn’t take a lot to turn him into a mess. You slide your fingers over his taint with gentle but persistent pressure and take him in as deep as you can. He keens when you swallow around him, pushing your head into his groin until you choke. Spit runs down the corners of your mouth and drips from his cock to your chin.

“So good,” he whispers. “So good, amore. K-keep going. ‘m so close, s-so close.”

He’s anything but quiet, not that you mind, as he continues to ramble in between moans. You only take a few seconds of respite to breathe before you suck at his tip, using your hand to pump the rest of him between spit-slick fingers. His hips buck involuntarily, fingers so tight in your hair that the lingering pain in your knees fades in contrast. All it takes is for you to moan around him and the vibrations push him over the edge. His cock is twitching helplessly as thick ropes of cum shoot into your mouth and trickle down your throat. 

Copia groans into the quiet vacuum of the night around you, his eyes glazed over in bliss as he gazes down at you. When he finds you staring at his slack-jawed face, he loosens his grip on your head. As soon as you know he’s watching, you swallow all that he had to give and lick him clean until he whimpers in overstimulation.

“Amore, cuore mio,” he whispers, wiping some of the spit and cum from the corners of your mouth before his thumb pushes between your lips. “You always make your Papa feel so good. So generous, my baby.”

You smile and lick his thumb clean, nibbling at it for a moment until he chuckles. You press a kiss to each of his knuckles, then, the leather soft and warm against your lips before you use his hand to slowly pull yourself up. Copia helps you and gently cradles you against his solid chest until you can properly stand on your own again. He leans in for a soft kiss to your mouth, his ragged exhales brushing over your face until your lips meet. In the meantime, you carefully tuck his softening dick back into his pants and zip them up.

“Now, let me see your knees,” he says and you step back on wobbly legs.

It still hurts like a bitch and you can feel the wetness of blood seeping into the ripped fabric at your joints, some leftover gravel stuck in the softer skin around it that you have to clean out. From the outside it looks half as bad, but you know that once your pants come off, the sight won’t be pleasant.

“We have to get you inside now and clean this, amore,” Copia says with with a pained expression on his face before he presses a featherlight kiss to your forehead. “And then I will make sure this was worth it, eh?”

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed – kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated ♡

Masterlist – my Ao3

[bunnyboyjuice]

You tell him you’re too heavy

Synopsis: Nanami being your husband means he has to take care of you no matter what and that means even if you don’t yourself the way he sees you.

CW:Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content: minors DNI pussy eating,clitoral play, creampie ,mating press,fingering, nicknames (Angel,princess,sweetheart),mentions of weight gain

Authors Note: Writing this for my own good because Nanami has been in my thoughts and he’s clouding my mind also this is a Nanami x black reader

It was your date night with Nanami just a normal night as you did your make up adding your favorite lip combo on you were almost ready to go. You hummed softly to yourself walking over to your closet to pick out a dress you remembered that you put on a little weight since Nanami has been spoiling your everytime you both go to the bakery.

You pick out your favorite dress the one that Nanami likes the best. You slip into the dress and look at yourself in the mirror with a pout you look at yourself seeing your stomach poke put a little more than it usual does. You sighed as you tried to suck your stomach in or maybe change into a dress that didn’t show it as much. —KNOCK KNOCK— “Come in!” You mumble out as you turn and see Nanami. Your heart fluttering as you ogled him he always looked great in his suits no matter what.

“Angel we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurrying normally you’re ready by now.” Nanami face had a concerned look on it as he walked a bit closer to you. The heat in your face rising as you could only admire the man standing before you, your eyes only on him the butterflies in you stomach start to flutter, as you sigh. Nanami do you think I’m too heavy. God, your heart pounding in your ears the heart rising up to your face looking away from him to the mirror back to a second. “Do I think you’re what Angel.” “Too…heavy I saw that I gained a bit more weight… and I was nervous that I was becoming too heavy for you.”

Nanami could only let out a slight chuckle what you didn’t know that he was so infatuated with you he didn’t even notice it he could care less. Nanami came behind you kissing your neck as his voice dropped to a husky octave “Mmm but I think you look so good Angel let me show you how good you look to me.” Nanami said running his hand down your back snaking it under your dress to pull it up squeezing a hand against your plump ass. “Fuuck sweetheart look at you..what a pretty girl y/n.” He purrs making that wet spot in your panties grown more by the second.

He picks you up and hoisted you over his shoulder like you weight nothing walking you over to the bed as he chuckles to himself noticing how you still pout. “Not to heavy for me now huh,Angel?” He says with a sly grin plastered on his face as he lays you down on the bed his hand running down you stomach to the hem of your dress pulling it up to reveal your pretty laced panties. “All this is just for me sweetheart mmm.” He hisses pulling those panties off discarding them somewhere on the bed room floor.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh,Kento w-wait—Mmmngh! Nanami playing with your glistening folds his thick digits running small circles over your swollen clit, your sensitive bud being played causing you you to jolt. God,Nanami could always make you were the prettiest girl in the world.

The way his thick digits prods at your leaky entrance stuffing his pointer finger into your chasm sending a shiver up your spine. Another finger squeezing inside you gently scraping at your velvety walls. “Ouuh, oh goood, Kento.” Your eyes screwed shut as you grasp at Nanami’s wrist trying to slow him down. “Hmmm my pretty Angel,” he groaned,laying down kissing your inner thighs gently nibbling at your soft skin before planting a kiss to your southern lips.

Your soft whimpers and moans grow as his tongue licks a stripe up your cunt. His tongue eagerly attacking your clit the wet sounds and squelching of his fingers deep inside your gummy walls, his mouth latching to your pussy eating it like it was his last meal. “I’m gonna—mmmngh!!” Your legs quivering wrapping around Nanami’s head as his tongue is ravaging your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you. Oh,this was heaven for you, you felt your body tremble a hoarse cry escaped from your pouty lips as you released your essences painting his face and your walls squeeze around his fingers.”Haaah..mmngh Kento,please.”

You look down at him your hooded glossy eyes gazing at him you feel yourself coming down from you high Nanami removed his face from between your thighs, he wipes his chin clean while gazing back down at you. “God you taste so good princess I can never get enough of you.” A deep chuckle escapes his lips while you look up at him undoing his belt watching his pants pool at his feet.

His erection pressing at boxers pre cum leaving a damp patch his finger snaking into his briefs pulling out his dick pumping the aching limb, your eyes trailing his manhood your mind racing with thoughts with your eyes glued to his thick limb. “Mmm it looks like you missed me,Angel?” God his voice was just making you wetter than ever Nanami starts to unbutton his blue button up discarding it as he reveal’s his tanned well built body to you.

He towers over you as he pushes your knees up to touch your chest with you legs now draped over his shoulders. Nanami gently rubs his dick between your folds as he pushes the tip of his dick between your plump pussy. “Angel take a deep breath for me it’s gonna hurt a little.” You follow his directions and take a few deep breaths as you felt him gently thrust into you. You could feel how perfect his fit inside you, your walls eagerly squeezing at his dick as all you could do is gasp and whimper underneath him and with one quick thrust his bottoms out filling you all the way up.

“M’..so full,you’re too big.” “You can do princess you’ve done it before.” He teases as you take all of his length you tremble and squirm underneath him feeling his cock pumping in and out at a slow pace driving you wild while you adjust to his size and length.

“I’m gonna move now.” His thrust beginning to pick up the pace your pussy still a bit sensitive from earlier sending you into a euphoric state as you grip at the sheets beneath you mewling and moaning trying not to come early. Nanami drilling into your gummy walls kissing your insides the thrust keep getting harder and harder as the moans you let out were something pornographic.

Your brain turning into mush as Nanami ruts into your cunt your insides grasping at his cock as he plows into your puffy wet pussy. “Haaah,mmmgh.Oh yes,yes,yeees…” the squelching noises growing louder by the second “Damn you feel so good y/n—Hnngh!” Nanami pressing himself into you his hips stuttering as you contract around him. Oh Lord the way Nanami was pounding into you made your mind go blank as all you could do was whimper and babble. And just like that Nanami came his length twitch filling you with his stick gooey seed as he chuckled looking down at you.

“See sweetheart I can show you better than I can tell you.” He says with ragged breath as he pants a kiss on your forehead.

God I need him so badly.

[iznsfw]

I'm glad the waterbomb festival doesn't have a mascot, or else I fear we would get IZ writing Eunbi sexy time with it 🤐

All the dirty water canon puns that would be in the fic 🙀:yerivamp:

We've already lost to a Mcdonald's clown, you can't hurt us with a waterbomb mascot😣(Thankfully there isn't one)

That's Eunbi cleansing our thoughts with her face of disapproval

That Mcdonald Xiaoting fic has 400 notes by the way so... I guess when horny strikes even Ronald McDonald gets a pass🙊

Have you considered....

It Takes Two to Take On Big and Heavy Things

Kwon Eunbi x Bikini Cups

Eunbi fixes the cardigan over her body. It can't be called one when it's literally see-through, especially when it gets wet, but it has to be there. To contain them. No, not her tits, but the ones who hold them, the ones who—

"Feeling yourself, Eunbi-ya?"

The left cup of the bra presses to her breast. It molds perfectly to her nipple, almost squeezing too hard. Too sensitive to be surprised, Eunbi muffles a whine.

Are they... speaking?

"Bet you feel so sexy right now," a voice from the right says. Immediately, the fabric of the right cup of the bikini slides up and down the curved slopes of her tit. "You want us to slip down, don't you? So everybody could see what you were hiding all along?"

"No!" she denies. What's there to lie about when her legs already squirm together under her white skirt? "I'm... I don't—"

"Shhhhh."

She shuts up. Wait, why is she following orders from a blue bikini? She doesn't know. It just feels right. Somehow.

"Good girl," the Left says, tightening its hold so that she's forced to press herself against the wall, "stay quiet. No more talking. We only want to hear those pretty moans."

"What—"

The Right's fabric twists around her nipple. She lets out a sharp cry. She begins to shiver—alright, alright, she deserves this. She should be following orders.

"G-gah... please," Eunbi says, biting on her lip. She puts her hand under her skirt for she can't take it anymore. She needs it now. "Please, please, please, please—"

"Alright, you've learned your lesson." Intertwined voices reach her ears and send a plummet of lust through her body. "Touch yourself. We'll do the rest."

The fabric twists and caresses her sensitive, perky tits just as her fingers enter herself. Eunbi's large breasts heave at the stimulation and her fingers tend to their speed, accompanying the pleasure with another kind.

Her breath's tangled in a knot. She can't breathe. Her boobs feel too good, drunk in a high of bikini-induced euphoria. Her hand's in on the fun as it plunges and pulls.

From the Left: "You like feeling cloth pull and tweak your cute nipples, Eunbi?"

"Bet she does." Right. "They're so fucking big it should be illegal. But look at this slut enjoying it all. Go harder, I want to see her cum."

See? They have eyes?!

"I-I-I—ahhhh!"

Her clit practically struggles to keep up with her rubbing as she fiddles it to orgasm. Her shouts echo in the dressing room. The bikini cups are undefeatable with their moves that fondle her chest and suck at all the right places. Her thighs curl together while her head throws back into the wall heavily.

"Good girl. Just keep cumming for us."

"I wonder if Bikini Bottom over— I mean, under there is doing a good job sucking her clit."

"Mind your own business!"

[skibasyndrome]

(sry for spamming your notifs with all my reblogs but akfhajjfjsjd your five sentences so far have been fire)

wilmon + “Never in his life had Simon felt as uncomfortable yet safe.”

Never in his life has Simon felt as uncomfortable yet safe. The wetsuit feels tacky and a little too tight on his skin, and it's enough to make him wanna get out and leave while he still can. And that's not even accounting for the way his heart is heavily beating inside his chest at the prospect of having to maneuver their kayak over the rapid torrent rushing through the rocky river bed in front of them. The instructor standing behind their two-seater is saying things again, but honestly? Simon can't quite get himself to listen. He's a little distracted, not only by that aquatic hellscape he let his best friend talk him into joining him in, but also by that same best friend who - frustratingly in tune with Simon's emotions as he is - is leaning forward and snaking an arm around Simon's middle, at least as much as he can while Simon is wrapped up in a very restrictive life vest. "It's going to be fine," Wille tells him and when Simon turns his head, away from the angrily crashing water masses, and towards that sweet smiling face Simon very recklessly and despite all the very rational - if you ask him - worries, believes him. "Nothing can go wrong, I promise," Wille adds and Simon's stomach sinks, but in an entirely different way than before. He has half a mind to protest, to tell Wille that the fact that they need to wear helmets and huge fucking life vests and full body wetsuits and that the instructor with the cheery smile (who now has his stupid fucking hand on Wille's shoulder again like they're buddies or something) is still droning on about the safety measures must mean that something could very much go wrong. But nope. He feels stupidly, ridiculously calm with Wille trying his to squeeze his middle, one-handed and through a couple layers of heavy safety gear, with Wille ignoring the instructor and only having eyes for him. Stupidly, stupidly calm and safe. Wille leans forward some more, making sure he can talk close to Simon's ear, and tells him "I've got you" in a voice that's so surprisingly quiet that sends a shiver through Simon, one that he can't fully blame on the cold water. He feels stupidly, stupidly safe and somewhere, deep in the pit of his stomach, giddy and excited and like he'd do anything right now if Wille only held him through it.

Sorry for only getting to this one now, Lia 🙈😭And sfdajgjdfkgldfjg thank you so so so so much for all the love!!!!! 💜💜💜 I loved this sentence, I had like a hundred different scenarios for it popping into my head and choosing one was so difficult ahhhh, but this is what I went with lmao. Thank you so much for sending in the sentence!! 💜

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I'll write you (very likely more than) 5 more!

[peppercornpress]

Fic Author Self Rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, or some snippets from upcoming WIPS. Let’s spread the self-love! Love ya and thank you for all you do!! 💖

Ahhhh!! Days!! Love you too and love the idea of spreading self-love! It's so hard for me to do lately... I feel like everything I write is blah.

I've wanted to share WIPs because they're fun... but it goes against my desire to dump out completely finished work so I kept holding back... but a part of me thinks I need some feedback/advice for this specific WIP? Like... if people have opinions on how they'd like the fic to end, I'm all ears because I'm afraid my current direction doesn't have the oomph I'm after. (I know that's not the point of you asking me about WIPS... but I do love what I have so far)

Here's a snippet of my WIP 'A Thousand Papercuts' (Midway into chapter 1)

Hinata made sure to contact Akane’s desk before she swung by the office. Hinata knew she did everything right, and even got a text from her husband five minutes before she arrived on his floor that proved he wasn’t in a crucial meeting. She made sure to properly greet Akane at her desk to ‘check in’.

“Thank you for calling in advance!” Akane said, looking much more pleasant and not a hint of annoyance in her tone. “I know it’s a hassle just to see your own husband, but I really do appreciate when things are done in an orderly fashion. Shall we?” 

“Yes.” Hinata nodded, “Oh, and this is just a small offering for all the hard-workers here.” she passed over the large paper bag she filled with homemade cookies. She had done so every once in a while, and Naruto had always said how grateful the staff was. “As a token of the Uzumaki-family’s gratitude.”

Akane made a noise of pleasure, accepting the gift and peeking inside. “You shouldn’t have! Wow! I’ll be sure to pass them out.” but the way she tossed the bag a little roughly on her desk made Hinata finally pause and give her a long and scrutinizing look.

Akane must have noticed because she immediately back-tracked.

“Sorry, I’m a little heavy handed today–was it breakable?”

“N-no…”

“Please accept my apologies!”

Wordlessly, Hinata nodded. Akane shot her a shrug and a smile.

And that’s when Hinata’s dislike for the woman finally cemented in her heart. All of her previous interactions with the woman, to whom she gave generous excuses for her rudeness, suddenly made a lot more sense.

Akane was purposefully snubbing her. Hinata squared her shoulders, remembering the handful of times this had happened in the past with other bullies while she was still attending the Academy.

“This way.” Akane then flashed her a smug smile, a smile that expressed Akane’s mutual dislike of Hinata. 

“I don’t mean to take time out of your day.” Hinata said, cautiously. Once she realized what kind of person Akane was, she knew it made the most sense to distance herself from Akane as soon as possible. “I know the way to his office, thank you.” She didn’t wait for a reply this time and walked her way to Naruto’s door, but felt Akane’s quickened footsteps following after her.

When Hinata got to Naruto’s office, Naruto’s looked like he was trying to desperately fight sleep while holding a dry electric razor to his face. He quickly shoved the razor under his desk, before relaxing, and seeing it was Hinata. His sheepish, boyish grin made Hinata’s heart ache.

“Oh Hinata!” Naruto got up from his desk. As he cheerfully waved, Akane squeezed past Hinata and entered his office first. She waved as if he was waving to her this whole time. 

Hinata had just been pondering ‘why?’ the short time it took to walk over to Naruto’s office. Why was Akane being so rude? Why did Akane want to be openly rude to the Hokage’s wife? What benefits her for doing such a thing? 

But Akane happily presented Hinata with the obvious reason right away. 

Her voice turned to honey as she addressed Hinata’s husband, “Hokage-sama, I know it’s poor timing on my part, but I need you to stamp a few things?”

“Just put it on my desk,” Naruto said distractedly, waving her off. It didn’t surprise Hinata to see that Naruto didn’t even spare her a second glance. He was just as dense as she was to the come-ons of the opposite sex, or he had no interest in flirty coworkers. He comically craned his neck to keep his eye contact with Hinata even as Akane stood directly in front of him to try to block his view. “Hinata, you got a moment to chat?”

“Of course,” Hinata switched out the duffle bag she was carrying to one she spotted conveniently placed near the far left corner of the room. 

“Yeah, it’s about Boruto and this ‘rebellious’ stage of his–” Naruto said, rubbing the base of his neck and grumbling. That’s when he did a double-take, noticing Akane was still in the room, and frowned.

Hinata took this time to observe how her husband dealt with Akane. 

Naruto calmly waited for Akane to place some files on his desk. Akane was being deliberately slow, placing each piece of paper on the desk as if it was made of fine porcelain. Naruto lost his patience by the ten-second mark. 

Naruto cleared his throat. 

Akane looked up from her task as if snapped from a daze.

“I’d like to talk privately with my wife,” Naruto announced, pointing in the direction of the door. “Today. Now.”

“O-oh! Sorry Hokage-sama, after last night’s long meeting…” she placed a dainty wrist over her mouth to suppress a yawn. “I’m a little sleep-deprived.”

In any other circumstance, I’m sure this would be enough reason for a professional to let Akane linger and drag her feet out the door, but Naruto didn’t have the best manners himself.

“Well, why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” Naruto shrugged. “Shizune-nee-chan can take over from here. Go home.”

Akane looked flustered. “N-no! I’m really ok! I can still work!”

“It’s alright. We all see how hard you’ve been working. You deserve to catch up on some shut-eye.” Naruto assured her brusquely, practically pushing Akane out the door and shutting it without a second thought. “Ugh, surrounded by work-a-holics.” he joked right away as soon as he turned back toward Hinata. 

“Said one of the biggest work-a-holics I know.” Hinata teased. 

“Hey! It’s not just my fault! Nobody seems to want to stop and rest around here–I feel guilty every time I step out of the office!” Naruto whined. “Anyway, about Boruto…”

Naruto was back to rambling, and Hinata found herself not fully present. Much like Akane’s act to get herself to linger in Naruto’s presence, Hinata found her mind drifting on what a comical situation she was in.

She was now a wife worrying about her husband’s secretary. It was so cliche, and stupid. 

She hadn’t had to deal with a jealous fangirl in a while. Hinata wasn’t a fun opponent toward petty women; she had grown up around especially sharp-tongued female relatives at the Hyuuga compound. She knew vicious ladies usually got bored if their victims didn’t entertain them. So Hinata had learned the difficult task of growing a thicker skin and letting barbed words slide off her back.

This method thankfully helped her ward away most of Naruto’s fangirls. They’d move on to more exciting prey. Hinata knew Akane would realize this sooner or later and give up when she realized Naruto was too devoted to his Hokage title to think of much else. 

And Hinata would also have to limit the time she spent around Akane’s presence…

“Hinata..? You ok?”

Hinata blinked, realizing she was nodding when she was supposed to be saying something back.

“You want me to talk to Boruto about his behavior,” she asked, just picking up things from context. “I have your back. I’ll talk to him.”

“That’s the thing! Talking to him ain’t cutting it. And MY yelling isn’t getting through to him! Could you use one of the old ways to get Boruto to straighten up? Like…take one of his favorite toys away–or make him take a time out! He still gets time-outs, right?” Hinata gave him a scrutinizing look, wondering if he was serious, but Naruto snapped his fingers when the right word came to him, “Ground him! Can you ground him for me? I mean…” he then stomped over to the windows and pointed. “Look what he wrote on my face!!”

Hinata walked over to the window and peered up at the rock faces. She saw the awful words ‘shitty dad’ scrawled over Naruto’s stone face, and it only made her heartbreak. 

He misses you. Hinata wanted to say. He’s lashing out! Just like you did! Can’t you see that?

“I’ll handle Boruto.” Hinata heard herself say to her worked up husband. She smoothed a hand over the orange fabric covering his heart. “Don’t worry.”

(End for now)

Essentially, it's a fic that would be resolved very quickly if Hinata just went up to Naruto and told him to fire his pesky secretary...but see, I don't see Hinata really doing that? She'd want to be diplomatic and subtle. She wouldn't want to cause waves... until Akane goes after her kids. It needs a lot more work... But it's REALLY just a fun excuse writing an underhanded mean-girl (Akane) get her just-comeuppance.

And yes--there was an outline... but the more recent changes I made would go against that and I'm fine with it? Haven't re-written a new outline in months so this fic is FULLY in limbo right now. lol

[jellyfitzjelly]

Aradin was straddling Zevlor, his hips bucking wildly, desperately chasing his own release as the hellspawn watched with amusement.

“For someone who loathes us beings with horns you certainly are enjoying my cock up your-“

“Sh-Shut it horns- this means nothin-“ Aradin interrupted, but he was quickly silenced by his own groan, the sound echoing off the walls of the small cave. Aradin was too prideful, too stubborn, too angry at his circumstances to accept he was enjoying this.

Zevlor chuckled darkly, gripping Aradin's hips, guiding him down as his cock disappeared deeper inside his tight little human ass.

Aradin shuddered, moaning, his nails clawing into Zevlor's chest, trying to find leverage, something to push back against as his own cock ached, bouncing between them, begging for release.

“You could always ask me to touch it, to jerk you off, but then I would know that you enjoyed this and you would lose what little control you think you still have... You have no power here, boy.”

Zevlor growled, slamming up, hard and fast. Aradin was so close, so ready. He could feel his balls drawing up, his cock twitching. The pressure in his gut building, “I- I aint no boy- AH- I- I- Ahhh- I aint- nnnh- gonna let you-“

“Let me what? Make you cum? It seems I have already done that multitude of times-“ Zevlor’s tail came between them and wrapped around the base of Aradin’s cock… The appendage squeezing, gliding up and down the poor adventurer’s shaft as he continued to slam up into his tight little ass.

Aradin sobbed, frustrated tears burning his eyes as he threw his head back and cried out. His cock was leaking beads of precum- oozing from the tip and dripping onto Zevlor.

Aradin had cum so many times already and his cock was sensitive, too sensitive. His whole body was sensitive, he couldn't take anymore. But there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“T- To hells w-with ya- a- ahh- I ain’t gon-nah- ha~ ah~ h-ha~ Ahhhh~ H-Haa~ C-Cum- I- I can't- no more- a-ah- ahh- ah~ H-Ha!!” Aradin’s mouth was open wide, panting, saliva dribbling down his chin, his eyes rolled back as the tip of his cock turned a dark shade of red… The veins bulging and twitch before a stream of cum shot out.

The thick milky liquid squirting across Zevlor's chest and over his stomach. The white, creamy mess dripped down the length of his shaft, mixing with the oozing precum.

Zevlor groaned, the sound more animal than man, “good boy~”

Aradin couldn't take it anymore. His ass raw and sore. He could feel his own hole being torn open and yet his cock was still leaking. The worn out adventure fell forward, his face in the crook of the hellspawn's neck. He was panting hard, his eyes heavy and half lidded as he tried to recover…

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

MY GOOOD KIWI I HAVE NO WORDS THIS IS SO GOOD

The way you write them having hate sex....insane about it actually. You get me. Thank you for this honestly you didn't have to, you're so sweet. 😭

I am so bad at saying things BUT GOD I AM KEEPING THIS IN MY FAVES you write so well... i know you usually don't do this pairing but you captured them perfectly....i can only hunger for more and start biting like a feral beast because this is just so good.

Anyway if you loved this you should check out @dark-and-kawaii who does a lot of zevlor stuff!

[needforspeed161]

You loved him….didnt you (Teaser WIP)

It didn’t feel like two years, yet here Pete was, sitting in the living room of his house, a perfect San Diego evening, the skies golden with the gentle wisps of clouds being carried too and from with the salty ocean breeze.

Here Pete Mitchell was, tracing his fingers over a folded up flag that he’d had now for two years, a joyful laugh replaced with perfect stitching, warm skin replaced with rough vinyl, a sparkle in a pair of icy blue eyes traded in for 50 white stars on a field of blue….

Stifling back a quiet sob he opened a box, pulling out a few items and placing them on the table in front of him….a USNA hoodie, clearly worn quite often, but still in good condition with the embroidered logo fading in color but holding strong….

The light metal sound of not one, but now two pairs of dog tags hitting the wooden surface beneath. The weight of one pair all these years was heavy enough, and now here Maverick was with two….

A pair of eye glasses, cleaned and untouched since they last rested upon the gentle sloped bridge of a blonde man’s nose….

A framed picture, one that sat upon the desk of the COMPACFLT for many many years….it’s wooden frame being taken such

Good care of, aside from one scratch….

And lastly an old video camera. One from the 80’s sitting on top of a box full of tapes.

“Mav?”

A voice startled the man out of what he was doing, almost dropping the flag that set on his lap, Before he picked it up, setting it on the coffee table as well.

Quickly wiping away a couple newly formed tears he stood, smiling up at the young man who stood in his foyer.

“Bradley, it’s so good to see you” he brought the man in for a hug, smiling into the solid foundation of his shoulder. Giving him a slightly tighter squeeze before he let go.

“Thought I’d bring by some dinner….is all this-“ he trailed off, setting down the bags of takeout, looking at the table. “Is this ices stuff?”

Bradley took the liberty to sit down on the couch in front of Mavericks table of wonders, small nick knacks he’d collected over the years, now seemed more like a graveyard than keepsakes.

“Yeah….” The brunette trailed off, sighing softly with a small sniff, “yeah it is….”

Bradley looked at him, with those beautiful brown orbs, full of so much sympathy and heartbreak for his (essentially) father figure. Who had sacrificed so much to be there for him when he lost his dad, then later when he lost his mother, Maverick was all he ever had. Was there to stay up with him on nights when he couldn’t stop crying, take him to school on days he couldn’t bear to drag himself out of bed. Even help him enlist when he turned 18.

But now, it seemed Maverick was the one that needed him.

“Todays the-“

With a hand on his shoulder Bradley squeezed maverick softly, letting out a sharp sigh through his nose. “Yeah I know….its been two years today”

So that’s why the kid was here, well, much less of a kid now, closer to pushing 30. But Maverick will always see the boy sitting on the piano at the diner wearing his dad’s cowboy hat as they played the piano.

(AHHHH THANK YOU FOR READING!! I wanna continue this and upload it to Ao3! Let me know what you guys think and if you want more!)

[selfloverrrrrr]

You're alone...? (Part 3)

Warning: smut, heavy smut, unprotected sex, teasing, nipple play, edging....

Summary: Gojo and Sukuna are rivals. Sukuna pulled Gojo's trigger without any reason now Gojo came to take revenge....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Masterlist

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Part 1, Part 2

Gojo grabbed my chin and tilted my head up. He pressed his lips on mine. I didn't pulled away this time! I want to pull away he's not anything to Me! But I couldn't! And I let him kiss me.

We both pulled away. He rests his forehead on mine. "Oh God!!! I can't believe I fallen in love with my biggest enemie's sister!" He whispered. My eyes widened. 'what did he just said? He loves me?' I thought. " Stop lying " I whispered back. "Fucking kill me if I'm lying rn.... " He said looking at me. "Don't play with me " I said. " Don't say that y/n.... I've never touched a single woman in my entire life... I don't like one-night stand or I've never seen my type..." He said and looked at me.

I grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me. " You know how to get me... And do you what's the worst thing??? That I'm falling in love with you too!" I said and pressed my lips on his. He pulled me on his lap and started kissing me roughly. I wrapped my hands arround his neck. I barely can breathe. He grinned me on his crotch. We both whimpered in the kiss. Then we pulled away . We were breathing heavily, gasping for air. Suddenly I felt he pulled down the upper portion of my dress. He was too quick that I didn't even realised that he took off my bra and threw it on the floor.

He looked at those with lust in his eyes"fuck .... You're so beautiful y/n" he whispered and didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion.

He pulled up the bottom portion of my dress and then took off my pantie. He stared at my pussy with hungry eyes. He rubbed his finger on my clit and gasped " so wet." Then he licked my pussy. He undo his pant still staring at my pussy.

His dick sprang out. He threw both of us on the bed while stroking himself with his one hand. Then he pressed the tip of his dick on my clit and started rubbing it.

He didn't stop his movements. He was teasing me. I was just a moaning mess. But still didn't stop his movements.

"S-stop teasing m-me" I moaned. Then he finally stopped. He positioned himself with my entrance and smirked at me.

"as you wish, darling" He said and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I moaned loudly. He give me time to adjust his size and then started thursting in and out . Thrusts were becoming rougher. My legs were shaking with pleasure. His thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly "ahhhh....so... t-t-tight ". He moaned. He started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. We both looked at each other. He cuddled me. "Don't think about anything darling... I'll protect you in any cost.... from anyone" he said. "Tell me you won't hurt my brother..." I said and looked at him. He looked at me. He was silent. He brought his hand to my face and stroked my face. I leaned in his touch. " If that's what you want... then okey.... But unless he wants to hurt you" he replied. "Promise?" I asked. "Promise " he replied. And I smiled at him.

Sukuna's POV:

I was sitting in my office. My mind wasn't okey.... Because that asshole kidnapped my sister and I still don't know where he is! My office's door opened. One of my servent came in. "Sir, Mr. Noya came here. He said he wants to meet you." He said. "Tell him I'm not In a mood for dealing. Tell HIM to come later. "but sir he said he wants to talk about your sister" he said. I looked at him. "Tell him to come here." I said. Noya came in. " What do you wanna talk about...?" I asked. "I know where's Gojo right now" Noya said. I looked at him. "And the main thing.... Gojo is using your sister as his private whore" Noya spoke again. Now my blood started boiling again. "That MF!!!!" I said. Noya told me where Gojo was and then I went out with my guards. I'm gonna kill that MF now.

Noya 's pov:

'Now you gonna regret insulting me SATORU GOJO!' I thought and smirked to myself.

Part 4

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[honeeslust]

Thought about this

And then it made me think of this …

Hear me out…

Gojo can't take it when you you watch yourself throwin' that fatty back. The first few times you hooked up, you let him have his way with you. But now you wanted to show him a little more.

He bent your back in and fucked you slower tonight. A little tired from a busy workday, he wanted to stroke you slowly as the stress melted away while he lived in the warmth of your tight embrace. He made sure you felt every inch of him pushing back in, making that cushiony pound cake clap against his thighs.

But as soon as he went no hands with it, you pounced. You lay your head on your hands and caught the momentum of his lazy thrusts. You put a curve in your spine and let that ass shake all over him. So stiff he was as you rocked your hips and fucked yourself onto his length.

He tilts that slutty little waist of his up letting you work his godly cock with your talented little cunt . "Fuuuckk—aahh." He groaned as the sappy slick was dripping out of you and coating his tight balls that slapped against your clit. He sounded so good gruffly whispering every syllable of your name, the rasp in his voice making you want to entice him more. You smirked, rolling your hips more just knowing were going to make him yours tonight.

" Am I taking that cock like a good girl for you daddy?" Your soft pretty eyes looking over your shoulder weaken him the way that no one else can. The view was igniting, seeing his v line perfectly accentuated by your rounded ass that hypnotized him. " Oh you take this dick so good baby?" Poor Satoru, so weak in the knees fighting with everything in him to not let go, he bit down on his knuckles groaning as you told him, " it's all yours daddy, this dick is so good to me?" The awe struck look in your eye as you watched yourself fuck him, —it was just too much. You rolled your hips now knowing you were getting ready to milk that godly cock of all it was worth. " I wanna take it for you daddy." You moaned, squeezing your thighs together. "I wanna take it all for you, please please fill me up Toru, Please." The honored one beamed at you, shaking his head slow eagerly taking it all in. His beautiful broad chest heaving with each heavy breathes as he began to moan for you. The wetness between you coated your thighs as you stroked his cock with your needful pussy. He watched as you bounced on him over and over, elicit juices overflowing now as his cock head swelled within you. "Please, fill me up Toruu, I want it all?"

" Ssss, yea, take it all for me sweetness." He sighed so lovingly as he reached back and to give the supple flesh that bobbed up and down a rude slap. When you moaned, he gave you another, you threw it back harder and again, another,  the impact tickled you deep to your core and your cunt tightened contentedly. The flesh seared with the red hot imprint of his hand before he took the reins that were your thick hips to fuck you how he wanted.

clap clap clap clap, you start to shake and he squeezed your ass with powerful hands  boastfully as he put you back in your place. The honored one was loving every moment that he got to lay deep in that pretty pussy. The heat between your legs has you swollen and repeatedly closing every velvety inch of him up inside you, you hummed happily taking the pounding he was giving you" Mmm daddy, I love this fucking cock, it sooo fucking good." He's so deep it feels like he's a apart of you. " So fucking close baby, ohhh." He grunts keeping his tempo intact even though he was at the edge, — his hard body rigid and amped for release. " Let me fill you up baby, fuck fuck fuck fuh-ffuuu Ahhhh", he stutters as you keep moaning his name as he dragged that heavy ass back into his dick faster and harder til he explodes into you and you around him. For once he's silent, just panting as he holds you tight, pushing a few more pumps into to you make sure that not a single drop of his specimen would escape your heavenly enclosure . He wants you so full of him that even your IUD wouldn't be able to stop you getting pregnant.

*Idk how to end it. You know how it be when you have to hurry up and get it out lol.

[helloiamadrawer]

A Distraction U-2048 x Red Blood Cell! Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Trigger Warnings: germ attempts r@pe on reader(I gave it him/it pronouns cause in the anime hes a male) (don't worry he gets his later), cursing, 2048 being a bit of a dick when you first meet

a/n: my first cells at work fic ahhhh!! hope you enjoy!!

"Ahhhhh!!! Someone help! Anybody please!"

"Well, well, well lookie what we got here~, a red blood cell. All I had to do was wait til nighttime and now that I captured you, I can finally get what I want!"

The germ that was looming over you was no other than a streptococcus. You knew that pink hued monster ever since you were born in this body but mostly they were dead by the time they came here so you only saw their corpses. However, this one was alive as he already slammed you into a capillary room and now has held you captive. Your whole being was trembling in fear before the germ, your heart quickening with every bated breath as he snatches you up with his spear-like arm, grinning at the sight of you trying to squirm out of his grasp.

"..now, let's get to the point of why I'm here, where's your oxygen and nutrients since I was the one in that box of carbon dioxide? Answer quickly or there will be consequences little one.." the monster demanded in his evil tone.

Quickly, your eyes scan the area try to look around and see what you could hit the thing with in the room but to your misfortune, nothing is in here except boxes and a lit up grid floor. You couldn't lie, that would get you instantly killed. You couldn't kick at him except for the air around you, if only you were at his face level, but it was useless. But you'll be damned if you ain't telling no germ the source of where all the oxygen and nutrients were.

"I..I only had some Co2..w-when I got here.." you stammered. The fuchsia colored being narrowed his yellow eyes at you then lowers you to face him, his sinister smile seeming to fade quickly as he started to grow impatient.

"Well, at least that's the obvious truth, where's the source you get it from in this world?"

If being above him wasn't scary enough, being face to face the deformity of the monster was just horrifying, his height basically dominates you by a couple feet, and his eyes burning into yours in anticipation. "Spit it out dammit! I ain't got all night!" he growled, throwing you against a wall, nearly knocking the wind out of your lungs as you gasp for it back.

"..Never!" you yelled back in sudden defense. Ther's no way you're going out this easily!

You grit your teeth and grunted as you launched both of your feet into the the streptococcus' stomach, kicking the thing with all the strength in your legs. Landing a little harshly , you see that your heavy kick made an impact, seeing the germ holding the lower half of his body and cursing from the pain. Now you could finally escape! A hopeful expression lighting your face, you make a dash for the exit door....

Until you realized the knob has been knocked out of the hole of the door.

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as regret creeps to your mind, of course it's not gonna be easy getting out now! Since your first attack did not last long on the germ before you heard a low, sinister chuckle chuckle from behind, slowly, you turned around, the fuchsia monster now towering over you and dangling the lost door handle from above you, his smile grew bigger and fangy as he looked all around pissed now. "Looking for this?, I knew you would try to escape eventually..now then, since you didn't answer my question in time, i'm going to have to punish you, won't that be fun~?" the strep germ snickered. Bracing against the door for impact, you squeeze your eyes shut, in mere seconds you find yourself being slung into the air again but then being smacked across the face as you hear he germ laughing evilly at your helplessness.

Why do you always have to run into trouble like this? Is this how it's going to end for you, getting tortured by a mere germ?

Well at least you tried to defend yourself for the body the best you could..

Why couldn't you be a white blood cell? You could kill this bastard in seconds the first time he caught you!

What form of management doesn't let us red blood cells have one weapon to have on hand if we have to be the ones in peril?!

Suddenly, now you're on the bright floor and you could feel your airway constricting as you watched the pathogen's head limb squeezing around your neck, along with your vision becoming a little hazy.

"Nice..very nice, there's not a better image than suffocating the weak, makes me feel all sorts of things~..not that you would know..or do you?" the pathogen hums in satisfaction, his toothy grin still plastered on his face, leaning closer to admire your defeated state.

What is he going to do to me now? Take my innocence..he wouldn't!

"plea-please..stop, I'll..tell you where it is-" you begged, choking on your words whilst trying to move out from the monster's grip as his extra set of arms pin down your fraile wrists.

"Too late, little red. Fortunately, I'm not gonna take your life..but something more precious than your life if you know what i'm saying.." the germ implies as he licks his lips as if he's found a meal right from under him.

"no....no!..no not that!" you cried, almost gagging to retain air. Tears started to stream down on your face. His head appendage releases from your neck than rests behind his cranium, you can breathe again finally for what seemed like forever.

"But yes.. your virginity is about to be stolen by a genuine streptococcus," he strokes a stray hair out of your face, revealing your frightened expression. You felt your whole body cringe beneath him, "Don't worry, since you're such a pretty girl, i'll be slow at first, yeah?"

You scrunched your brow in disgust, "Fuck you..that's a damn lie. Helllppp!!"

Smack!

The germ strikes you again, the pain stinging on your cheek.

"Who told you to speak, bitch?!" the male germ scolds at you, as he slips his second set of arms to open your legs, his claws lightly lightly scraping the insides of your thighs and then almost sliding into the inside of your shorts . "Screaming won't get you anywhere, so shut your trap or I might scratch your pretty face next time."

Being in this predicament mentally pisses you off cause you can't do anything else except throw your innocence away for none other than a creepy germ. All because you were pretty, sometimes you wish you could die ugly these days!

CRASH!

The door was busted down by a figure in all white, two knives gripped in each hand as he hollered out,

"Stop right there you filthy ger--what the hell?!"

Silence finally fell into the room, the germ and the white blood cell were at a standstill, both staring at each other intently until the streptococcus broke the silence saying,

"Well, this is awkward."

Within seconds, your pathogenic assailant was stabbed in the back and thrown out the room. Instantly, you got up on your feet so you could get a better look at your rescuer. He had white skin,side bangs with a undercut and grey eyes that were fueled by rage as he had the monster under his boot currently smashing his head whilst dismembering it's arms, he was so brutal, violent and...was it weird that you were liking what you were seeing? The bloodshed of it all? Although, the because the damned creep deserved it after all.

"You wanna prey on red blood cells just fro your own pleasure, huh? Well not when i'm here, scum! DIE!!" he screams as he plunges a knife into the streptococcus' throat as blood sprayed in all directions splattering all over parts of his uniform and almost splashing on you in the process. The neutrophil speaks something into his receiver. You then come out of the entrance of the room sweeping off your disheveled clothes as you approach the dead corpse, poking it with your red shoe. Thank the stars the white blood cell made it in time before the germ could inseminate you, you would be sent to the spleen for sure!

"Hey, are you okay?..That germ looked like it was-"

"Yeah, thank you for saving me Mr...?"

"U-2048 at your service." The neutrophil introduced himself, tipping his hat with a wink.

Whoa, it's like he switched sides!

"Right. So...do those kinds of germs act like that?..'cause why did it want my...virginity?" you ask 2048, shuddering at your own question.

"No idea, usually they don't really get that desperate.." he glowers at the germ's dead body and tears off the head appendage, "sounds grotesque form what I've seen now...wanna break it? I can sense your anger oozing from you." You back up an inch as you raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

What's he planning? You scoffed,

"And what're you? A white blood cell who's side job could be a guru?-"

"Guess that's a no~" 2048 shrugs, slinging the appendage over his shoulder, smirking to himself as he turns away to head off in his own direction. What's this guy's deal? First he was all violent and bloodthirsty and now he's all..cocky and thinks you can't handle a little blood? "Hey! 2048 ain't it?" you begin to follow up to him, it's not usual for you to run up on someone to prove a point. But for once in your lifetime you can prove a higher up your actual strength! By the time you were about to touch his shoulder, the appendage comes flying at you, your hands catch it before it could scathe your face as you crash on the ground butt first, damn how is that thing so heavy??

"Oops. Sorry, ma'am I thought you were walking the other way than towards me~here let me help you." the neutrophil teases as he chuckles at your attempt to lift it off yourself. His arms wrap from under your legs and the back of your head , holding you bridal style. If steam could exhale out of your ears and nose cause you were getting so pissed, it could. "Mr. 2048..I don't think this is necessary, I only wanted the germs' limb off of me!" you exclaimed, your face turning red from how close you were to brushing 2048's side bangs touching your cheek, no to mention the blood on his outfit looked strangely enticing to you, it's a great contrast to the white-oh no! no way you think this asshole is attractive! He's a neutrophil for god's sake, you're supposed to be attracted to your own kind!

2048 laughs, "Ooh, never heard that name for me in a while, maybe if you could ask more nicely maybe I can put you down and walk with 'ya where you need to go, yeah? Unless you want to be another pathogen's cocksleeve.." he coaxes with his smooth tone of voice.

Oh my God, he's so blunt and straightforward!

"No, no, no!" you panicked as you then huffed out a sigh, "Can you please put me down..."

"Hmmm?"

"..Mr. 2048?" you sighed begrudgingly.

"Alright, down you go." 2048 smiled as he put you down back on your feet, "So where to?" he asks as he drapes the organ over his shoulders again.

"Well, let's see I was carrying some carbon dioxide but since that's gone, I'll just have to do the next delivery which is nutrients from the small intestine." you explained, pulling out a delivery slip out of your mini jacket pocket and showing it to him.

"Well ain't that something, I'm actually heading there myself for patrols, huh, it's like the universe is telling me something.." 2048 jokes as he shoots a mischievous smile at you.

"Really?" you groan at his feeble attempt at throwing your words right back at you.

2048 turns on heel as he happily comments, "hey, you said I could be a guru, why start now?"

"I meant it as a-- nevermind, let's get going, the nutrients aren't gonna deliver themselves." You start to counter but you give up as you gained up to join the neutrophil further down the hall.

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A couple minutes later as you were close to the small intestine, suddenly you two went from being a little awkward silence to laughing your heads off about something you said about your kind having some sort of defense weapon and turned into a joke thus making 2048 almost breathless with your humor.

"Oh my god!...You are such a riot! That B Cell mace joke was so priceless but it's so true!" the white blood cell cackled, not really caring if he has woken up a whole community of cells trying to sleep.

"Haha! Right? I mean once you use it, there is no use cause the bonehead has to make another type." you add with a snicker, cracking him up even more. Hearing a neutrophil laugh like this is a rare occurrence, even more rare when it was you who was making him laugh. Sure, maybe he was annoying at first, but now that you got to know more about him along the way, he doesn't seem so bad..well aside from his bloodthirsty side at work.

It made you smile, but deep down you wanted to slap yourself for having a soft spot for white blood cells. If other cells could just think of them differently aside from being insane and crazy for killing, maybe they wouldn't get the wrong idea about them. Eventually, you both calmed down by sitting down on a bench and sipping on tea that 2048 offered you. Never in your life cycle you imagined chilling with an immune cell even for a minute, it felt nice doing something different for once.

"Are you seriously going to wear that thing like a piece of clothing?" you curiously asked as you point to the germ's limb that's been draped around 2048's neck like a boa now. "I know, doesn't it look great on me?" he stands up and strikes a fashionable pose, causing you to snort over his silliness, "Stop it, you already killed me once."

"Okay, alright, no more..anyway, we're at our stop, safely protected by yours truly." he proudly states, unraveling the limb off his body followed by, "So, you want to break this piece of the creep for me? Please?"

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, you actually forgot all about that damned pathogen that tried to...do things to you and ever since 2048 crossed your path, he was such a cute but arrogant bastard that it was nearly like a diversion...to reverse tat icky feeling inside of you.

If that's what he's trying to d, you'd be damned if you said he didn't succeed in it.

"Not being rude or anything but can't you cut it in half yoursel--nevermind." you hold out your arms as you grab the appendage and stretch it with all your might, it breaks easily with only a little blood pouring out of both ends of it. You give the pieces back to 2048, a little awestruck from your strength but thanks you anyway.

"Well, I should get going on this order, thanks for saving me 2048 I really could have been another germ's..uh.."

"Pleasure slave?" the neutrophil fills in.

"yeah..that."

"No problem, see ya then." the white blood cell wave to you as he walks to the closest migration tube which was a laundry chute but just when he was about to launch himself down, a feeling nagged at him one last devious idea sparks in his head.

He wanted to see you blush like a idiot one more time, for the road.

"Hey! Y'know, that pathogen was right about one thing!" 2048 hollers, you turn your head to him as you yell, "Oh, really? What's that!?"

Little did you know, this neutrophil says the unthinkable..

"You are pretty hot." He slyly flirts with a smirk, his half lidded eyes not prying form you for a second to see how you react. As that said second passed by, you were red in the face like your uniform and running back to snatch him, maybe throttle him in the process. To hell with getting wrote up!

That's all the reaction he needed before he took his cue and launched himself down the chute, laughing as he did so. Grunting, you threw your cap down in frustration before putting it back on momentarily. How dare he be so bold like that! In the public that is!

"Grr..stupid neutrophil..thinks he's hot stuff..dumbass." you grumble as you stomp off, the blush still burning on your face from the image of 2048's smirk invading your head once more.

Yep, he was a distraction alright..