#'I will sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the evening'

[berryless]

"Alright," Tav said after a pause. "As long as only people you sink your teeth in are either future corpses or willing participants, I've no problem with it."

"That's the most surprising," Astarion couldn't stop his brows from rising higher. "I expected you to be…more prudent about this. Not that I'm complaining. Obviously."

"So far we've met but a couple of goblins who deserved whatever was coming their way, so don't be too hopeful about your diet." Her playful reprimand was softened by a chuckle, "But I don't expect to plow our way to creche without meeting at least a handful of bandits or other unsavory fellows. And if we're so forced to confront them in battle, there's little difference between them dying under your dagger or under your teeth. The least they can do is to stave your bout of hunger, no?"

"A-ah, ever a rational thinker. If my heart wasn't dead, it might've just skipped a beat."

Astarion leaned to her with a smile on his lips, catching and gauging her reaction. Tav stayed still, arms crossed as she allowed him closer, though she appeared unmoved by such approach. A pity.

"Well then, I don't suppose you would include yourself to the list of the willing participants again this night, would you?" he still asked, a little hopeful. Though not without fussing, Tav once agreed to lend him her blood, and he remembered the taste with fondness.

She rolled her eyes in thought, clearly contemplating the proposition.

"Tomorrow," she decided finally. "I'll ask Shadowheart to prepare a spell to deal with my bloodloss."

Astarion sighed, disappointed, but not surprised—having fun and a full stomach every day was outside of his expectations anyway.

"Fine. I'll stay put for tonight, but be aware, I would spend my every waking moment consumed with thirst and much anticipation," Astarion whispered, close enough for his words to tickle her ear. His smile was practiced, with just enough promise to make her breath stagnate.

As much as Tav loved keeping her calm, the fact that he was affecting her didn't slip past him. His lips quivered, bending into a satisfied grin that Astarion quickly erased.

He knew enough to see how long this little game would take. He didn't mind it, though. As long as he was winning.

[gonksinlove]

[ohslenderaphrodite]

I want to play a horny game or be on tumblr but I am staying with my friend and her fiance and we do not have that kind of vibe

[daezedglownut]

I have to wonder (somewhat hopefully) that there must be—given the vast array of fanart out there—fanart of the TOS guys in those same butt-skimming uniforms the girls had to wear >_>

I just haven’t found it yet… orz

[4th-make-quail]

hi assad facefuck anon (i am actually also embarrassed assad anon too i just cant stop thinking abt that man getting destroyed …) and i slept wonderfully! im awake and now thinking of assad getting throatfucked and getting spit all over his pretty face☺️ maybe eric takes pictures of it (+ facial!!?) and when they’re out at like a restaurant being normal eric brings up the pictures to embarrass him and make him squirm!! ok gonna go take a cold shower now

Hallo EAnonny!! Welcome back to the world of the waking!

Ohhhh my god you have the best ideas!!! Fucking his throat raw and then pulling out to come all over his face.... And then ERIC TAKING A PHOTO OF IT, GODDAMNNNNN!!! Going insane. He WOULD do that as well, holy shit.... Assad's hair just an absolute mess, his face all fucked out and eyes just completely glazed from the pleasure of it all, hrrghhh......

Makes me wonder if he'd start to get a bit horny whenever he gets embarrassed in the future, kinda associating it with all the depravity >:3

[veraverorum]

One of my colleagues was eating a bowl of pomegranate seeds and now I'm craving them so bad. Call me Persephone by the way I want them.

[widowshill]

they're just so funny

[pirunika]

when u know the guy experienced the biggest epiphany ever in the 5 days he s been waiting there and is rlly barely holding it togeddur this scene is much better.thats what he deserves

[burnsopale]

Chauvelin's mind became more and more familiarized with the vision of his Fleurette snatched out of the jaws of death by the man with the lazy eyes and the mocking lips, the demmed, elusive Pimpernel of his day-dreams and his sleepless nights.

Sir Percy Hits Back by Baroness Orczy

Wow.

[zombified-queer]

So. That new Hotelpod episode, huh?

[zerogravityinq]

so...no one was going to tell me Gerard Way [that fucking Gerard Way] wrote for Doom Patrol making it a non-zero chance we could have had a MCR song in The Batman or in its eventual sequel. I had to find this shit out on TV Tropes. EXFUCKINGSCUSE ME

[yumenosakiacademy]

OHHHHH MY GOD THYERE WEARING CRIP TOPS. THE LIL STRAP. EXPOSED STOMACH. NAYU BACK AT IT AGAIN W HIS SHORT SHORTS BUT THIS TIME! W A LIL CUTE MINI APRON! N EDNING W DTRIPED HEM! HIS LIL CUTESY LEAN IN W HIS HIP COCKED N HIS ARM CHEEKILY VEHIND HIS BACK THE LIL NECKERCHIEF OR WHATEVER THE FUXK ITS CALLED THE PASTEL COLORS THW RETRO DINER AESTHETIC KANATA FEEDING NAYU N ITS A V CUTE PARFAIT NO LESS I [EXPLODES]

[dragonbadgerbooks]

Me finishing another Temple of the White Rat book that promises sequels that don't exist yet

[rriddlesgirl]

You ever done this before?

Mattheo Riddle x reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW! I am in no way responsible for what you consume online, stay safe and read at your own risk!!

A/N: I may or may not have wrote this during study hall..🥳

The party was huge, Slytherins big win. Green strobe lights everywhere, the room filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol, people dancing, making out, and starting arguments that others were too drunk to care about.

You on the other hand sat delicately on one of the plush green leather couches near a wall, drink in hand but only half emptied. You had a tight black dress on, short but still covering you up, black heels that extended you hight quite a bit, and smokey makeup.

You were fine sitting your nice corner with your drink before your best friend Pansy came stumbling over, clearly having too much to drink.

“Girl get up! And d-dance!” Pansy slurred through hiccups.

“No i- I shouldn’t it’s really packed over there..” you said, voice hesitant.

“Don’t be a baby!” She said as she grabbed your hand, dragging you to the more populated part of the party before you had time to argue.

Pansy wasted no time to start dancing on you, just having fun in her very drunken state. You hesitated a good minute before downing the rest of your drink and dancing with her.

It was weird. You had always been such a goody two shoes, always studying, taking notes, reading.. but once you met pansy she was always dragging you on these way too populated activities, they were a lot, but you were slowly getting accustomed to them.

You couldn’t help but feel as if there were a pair of eyes on you as you swayed and danced with pansy, it creeped you out just a bit, but after a few more drinks you started to care a little less.

The more pansy had, the more people she started dancing on, you hadn’t even noticed she left as you danced on your own, just having fun.

All was well till a pair of cold, big hands slithered around your waist, dancing in rhythm behind you. You didn’t mind so you just kept dancing, till the person behind you leaned in a whispered in your ear.

“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all night?” The voice said, low and husky.

You thought you recognized the voice so you immediately whipped your head around to get a look at who was behind you.. and it was none other than THE Mattheo Riddle. The guy who made it his mission to piss you off daily.

“What the fuck?” Slipped from your lips, you couldn’t decipher if it was from the oddness of the situation or from how.. handsome he was up close..

He just chuckled at your reaction, hands still on your waist as you were now fully turned around, staring straight up at him, a look of disbelief and pissed off on your face.

“What’s with the face baby?” He said, that stupid grin resting on his lips, the same one he made when he would piss you off in class, in dining hours, in halls, in the common room.

That God damn nickname. Baby. Baby..

“Why don’t we, get out of here, you know?” He said, his implication clear on his face with the way he was looking at you and the way he spoke close to your ear, standing closer than necessary.

You were about to decline, shove him off, keep dancing. But when he pulled back and you saw the look of pure lust in his eyes, the glimmer in them. How could you say no?

“I- yeah.. yeah let’s go.” You said staring up at him.

He wasted no time to grab your hand and drag you out the party, clearing through people while keeping you close to make sure he didn’t lose you. Eventually making it out the main populated area and out the common room.

You guys passed multiple people making out and grabbing all up on each other and you couldn’t help but feel like you were interrupting. But that didn’t matter. Not after Mattheo pulled you into a dark empty classroom and locked the door.

He pulled you in and immediately smashed his lips onto yours, a fight of teeth and tongues, both of you fighting for dominance, you knew you wouldn’t win but you still tried.

When he pulled back for breath he immediately started to leave deep open mouth kisses down your neck, sure to leave a mark as his hands traveled all over your body, leaving goosebumps in their tracks.

He pulled back and drug you over to the main teachers desk, leaning back against it and pulling you in-front of him, holding a light grip against your neck, he took in your appearance, lips plump from kisses, neck littered with hickeys, eyes low and sexy, hair slightly disheveled from his hands running through them.

He slowly trailed his hand up from your neck to your hair, grabbing at it a bit and slowly pushing you to your knees. You didn’t fight as you fell to your knees infront of him, face to face with his bulge poking through his now tight jeans.

You looked up at him, innocent as ever. You didn’t know much of what to do as you’d never given a guy head before. Sure you’d read about it but that’s it.

He looked down at you. Eyes squinted. He hesitated before letting your hair down, stroking the top of your head.

“You ever done this before?” His voice spoke, smooth, sweet even.

You shook your head, big innocent eyes looking up at him, a meek “no..” slipping past your lips.

He slowly nodded, looking up a moment as if he were thinking, after a moment he looked back down at you, still sitting obediently on your knees infront of him.

“Wanna learn?” He said, giving you the full opportunity to say no and leave.

“Y-yeah..” you said after a moment.

He nodded and smiled down at you, Gods that smile..

“Ok.. so most guys like when the girl unzips their pants and all that stuff.. so, if you want to, go ahead..”

At this point you realized he was gonna talk you through it. You couldn’t help the heat that spread fast between your legs, making you squirm in place, you reached your hands up and undid his belt, he pulled it off and set it on the desk he was leaning on, you kept going. You slowly unzipped his pants, hesitant as you looped your fingers at the top of his jeans.

“Go ahead.. you got it..” he murmured.

You slowly slid his jeans down, now face to face with the huge bulge in his boxers, twitching and excited. Right. in. your. face.

You didn’t know if that would even be able to FIT in your mouth.

You looked up at him again in hopes for instructions.

“Well you can’t blow me with my boxers on can you?” He teased.

You slid your hands to the waist band of his boxers and slowly slid them down, his dick heavy as it slapped up against the torso of his shirt, the tip pink and slightly wet, precum slowly pooling at the top and spilling down.

“Atta girl..” he grumbled as he looked down at you, the breezed running across his wet tip sending shivers down his spine.

“Mm, ok so.. now you gotta take it by the base and start slow.. and whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth, use your hands. Alright?”

You nodded and gently grabbed the base of his length, your hands small and a bit quivering. You leaned forward and gently kitten licked the tip, clenching your thighs when he let out a small groan.

You swirled you tongue around his tip a few times before bringing your tongue to the side and licking a long stripe up his full length.

“You sure you’ve never done this?” He groaned out, holding onto the edge of the table he was leaning on.

“I-I’ve read about it before..” you admitted shy.

“Mmm not so innocent now are you?”

You rolled your eyes and kept going, now taking his whole tip in your mouth, licking around it making his groan.

He reached down and grabbed your hair, making a little makeshift ponytail in his hand as he gently pushed your head a bit more forward, making you take more of him in your mouth.

You hummed when he did that, sending vibrations through him and making him let out a low groan and shut his eyes. You started working your hands at his base, like he said.

You took it upon yourself to take him deeper in your mouth, almost at a gagging point, using your hands on the bit you couldn’t fit. He was starting to get weak, groaning and gripping your hair.

After a little longer he couldn’t help it as he started to thrust into your mouth matching your thrust.

“Mhm, fuck yeah, like that come on..”

He groaned out, gripping your hair. His thrust began to get a bit sloppy, and you’re weren’t 100% but you were quite sure he was about to cum..

He threw his head back as he shoved your head all the way down, your nose resting against his stomach, his balls tightening as he shot spurts of hot cum down your throat, not pulling back till he was empty.

When he pulled out your mouth, a few bits of spit dribbled down your chin as you caught your breath, looking up at him.

When he pulled his boxers up he then reached his thumb down and swiped your chin.

“Fuck that was so good.. I would’ve never known that was your first time..”

Your cheeks burned pink, staying silent. Not trusting your voice to say anything.

That was only the start of the night. He couldn’t leave you all hot and needy could he? Let’s just say the desk behind him came to great use..

[4th-make-quail]

fucking christ, peering at that amazing Cerberus prop just lit up the part of my brain that goes ❗ at the sight of guns and now i'm thinking about Vincent fucking Cid with it..........

Cid spread out underneath him swearing up a storm, holding onto Vince's clawed hand for dear life until it's cutting his hand to ribbons, but it's impossible to care because he's full of fucking gun and Vincent looks so unbelievable, fierce concentration written all over his face, hands steady as a rock and implacable as the sea, the danger lighting up the parts of Cid's mind that go a bit crazy when he sees Vincent take out a fiend with a headshot at 100m-

[jkwrites-m]

Real Quick

Pairing: uni student!Jungkook x uni student!female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Y/N gets a text from Jungkook during study group, leading to a surprise hookup that leaves them both wanting more.

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, kissing/making out, sexting, missionary, semi-public (but not really?) sex, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), dom!Jungkook.

A/N: Y’all, it’s 2am and I actually can’t help myself. (tbh, I’m actually surprised I wrote something)

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I was sitting in the middle of my study group, surrounded by textbooks and half-empty coffee cups, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced down, expecting it to be a notification from one of the girls who missed today’s session, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw Jungkook’s name light up the screen. My fingers fumbled as I unlocked it, his message popping up in bold letters:

Jungkook: Miss your pussy, baby. Can’t wait to eat it again. Wish you were here right now.

Heat rushed up my neck to my cheeks. I quickly locked my phone, hoping no one had noticed my sudden blush. Images of the last time Jungkook had gone down on me- his hands gripping my hips, his mouth working wonders, his deep, satisfied hums against my skin. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, crossing my legs as if that could quell the sudden ache between them. The group was discussing thermodynamics, but all I could think about was Jungkook’s tongue and lips, and how he made me feel like the only woman in the world.

“Y/N, what do you think about the next problem?” Sarah’s voice snapped me back to reality. I blinked, forcing a smile as I tried to focus on the equations in front of me. “Uh, yeah, I think we need to integrate here,” I mumbled, unsure. My mind was still miles away, playing Jungkook’s words like a dirty loop in my head.

The rest of the study session stretched for what felt like an eternity. Every time I glanced at my phone, I half-expected another text from Jungkook, something even more explicit, the kind that would make me squirm in my seat. When the group finally wrapped up, I was a mess of nerves and desire, my thoughts consumed by the man who seemed to know exactly how to unravel me.

I hurried to my next class, my mind still reeling from Jungkook’s message. The campus was bustling with students, but I barely noticed them. All I could think about was surviving the next hour with some semblance of calm. But just as I turned the corner toward the lecture hall, a strong hand gripped my wrist, yanking me sharply into an empty classroom.

“Jungkook- ” I started to protest, but his lips crashed against mine, cutting me off. His kiss was desperate, demanding, his tongue sliding into my mouth with a familiarity that made my knees weak. I gasped, my hands clutching at his sleeves as he pressed me against the wall, his body hard and insistent against mine.

“Missed you,” he growled, his breath hot against ghosting my neck. His hands slid down my waist, gripping my hips as he lifted me onto the nearest desk. I gasped again, my legs wrapping around his waist as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. Jungkook’s eyes were dark with desire, his usual playful smirk replaced by something raw and primal.

“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my jawline. “All flushed and flustered in your little study group. Bet you were imagining my mouth on you, weren’t you?”

I bit my lip, unable to deny it. “Maybe,” I whispered, trembling.

Jungkook’s hands moved up higher my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as he spread my legs wider. “Such a fucking tease,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “Always making me want you more.”

Any retorts that I had on my tongue were drowned out by his mouth on me, his lips grazing down my neck, his teeth sinking into my collarbone. His hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes, his touch rough and urgent. I moaned, arching my back as he pulled my shirt over my head, his lips moving lower, lower, until he was kissing the swell of my breast through my bra.

“Jungkook,” I whimpered, my hands tangling in his hair. “Not here. Someone could- ”

“Fuck it,” he spat, his voice harsh. “I need you now.”

His hands were on my skirt, yanking it up without hesitation. I gasped as his fingers hooked into my panties, pulling them down my legs in one swift motion. My breath hitched as his mouth found my cunt, his tongue teasing me with a hunger that made me cry out.

“So wet,” he murmured against my skin, his voice boarding a growl. “Always so fucking wet for me.”

A chill ran down my spine at his words, and I clutched at his shoulders, my head falling back as he worked his magic. Jungkook’s mouth was relentless, his tongue circling, flicking, sucking, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I moaned his name, my body trembling as pleasure coiled tight within me.

“Jungkook, please-“

He pulled away, his eyes dark and hooded as he locked eyes with me. “Not yet,” he commanded, “I’m not done with you.”

Before I could protest, he was pushing my legs wider, his hands gripping my thighs as he lowered himself between them. I gasped as he entered me in one swift thrust, his thickness filling me completely. He groaned, his head falling back as he began to move, his hips snapping against mine with a rhythm that was both brutal and delicious.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, his voice rough. “So fucking perfect. Taking all of me.”

I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into me, the desk creaking beneath us. The room was filled with the sound of our breaths, our moans, the slap of skin against skin. Jungkook’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers bruising as he held me in place, his thrusts relentless.

“You like this, don’t you?” he snarled, his lips brushing against my ear. “Like being used like this. Like being mine.”

I nodded, unable to speak, my body on fire. “Yes,” I managed to whisper. “Yours.”

His grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice harsh. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Yours, Jungkook. Only yours.”

His eyes glistened with satisfaction, and he leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth as he continued to move, his body driving me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, my muscles tightening, my breath hitching to short gasps.

“Cum for me,” he growled, his voice a command. “Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”

I came undone from his words. I cried out, my body shaking as pleasure exploded through me, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. Jungkook followed, his groan muffled against my neck as he thrust deep one last time, his release filling me completely.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies still trembling, our breaths ragged. Jungkook’s forehead rested against mine, his hands gently stroking my back as we both tried to catch our breath.

“Keep it inside,” he murmured, his voice soft now, almost tender. “All day. I’ll clean you up later.”

I nodded, my heart still racing as he pulled out, his fingers brushing against my lips to silence my gasp. “Don’t say a word,” he whispered, his eyes locking with mine. “Just think about me. Think about how I’ll make you feel later.”

With that, he straightened my clothes, his touch gentle now, almost reverent. I watched as he adjusted his own clothing, his expression unreadable. The intensity of the moment lingered between us, the air thick with unspoken promises and desires.

As he led me out of the classroom, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Jungkook’s words echoed in my head, his command lingering like a secret only we shared. I glanced at him, my heart pounding, and wondered what the rest of the day would bring. Whatever it was, I knew one thing for certain: Jungkook wasn’t done with me.

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Posted: 05/16/2025