#Like what the fuck there champ?

[meownotgood]

this emote...... please why are u so Cutie...... hhhuuuuuuuu

[front-facing-pokemon]

[revasserium]

midnight cravings

riddle rosehearts; 1,603 words; nsfw, pls dni if ur a minor; all characters depicted as 18+; fem!reader, tipsy!riddle, oral, fingerfucking, senpai!kink???... welp.

you find him with flushed cheeks and sticky fingers, his eyes honey-glazed as he looks up at you over the tray of liqueur-filled chocolates, his lips stained pink with laughter. he hiccups, tongue darting out to lick at his fingertips, his whole body swaying when you raise an eyebrow and blink.

“riddle?”

“o-oh — oops…”

“what on earth…”

he hiccups again, giggling as he stumbles his way towards you, nearly tripping over his very well-polished boots, leaning down towards you with a shy, sly kind of smile that makes your stomach twist like taffy inside you.

“hm… guess trey made them a little strong this year…” he muses, his eyes flickering from your lips up to your eyes and back down again.

“riddle… were those the whiskey chocolates that trey-senpai made for tomorrow’s holiday party?”

“mm… well, he did say i could try one… or two…”

you can’t help the smile stretching across your lips.

“or… seven?”

riddle purses his lips, his lashes fluttering as he lets out a soft sigh. you can smell the sweetness on his breath, the golden sting of whiskey, feel the closeness of his body to yours. you forget that he’s taller than you, but like this, he could cage you in easily, his eyes half-lidded, his smile knowing and lazy and distinctly cat-like.

“don’t make fun of me…” he says, his voice soft as he cocks his head.

“i — i’m not… i just…”

your breath catches as your eyes snag on the teasing edge of his smile, the way it lilts lopsided, the way he still tries to play at innocence even when the tension is palpable between you, thick as warmed butter.

“just… what? hm?”

you know you’re finished before your lips even meet, but when they do, you find yourself whimpering, the force of him startling. and sure, it’s different from how he usually is — sweet, attentive, perhaps a bit on the rigid side, but it isn’t like you haven’t seen him like this before, haven’t felt him like this before — on the occasions when he’s irked or tired or perhaps just a bite too excited. when he’s too happy or dizzy or drunk on life or laughter or you —

like this, he leaves you gasping.

“hm… i was just thinking…” he pulls back, casually swiping a thumb across your bottom lip, his eyes dark and hungry, tracking the wet trail his finger makes as it presses along the length of your mouth, dragging down your cheek till he can tilt your chin up towards him again.

“you never call me ‘senpai’… but you do with trey and cater… why’s that?” he asks, his voice just on the other side of nonchalance, his expression one of sharp, targeted curiosity, like he knows the answer but wants to hear you say it instead.

“i — i’m sorry, i’ll —”

“say it.”

you swallow, catch your lower lip in your teeth, eyes locking with his as his grin spreads cheshire-wide.

“s-senpai…”

his next breath is light, is one of laughter as he leans back down, “mm… good girl.”

you shiver as tingles rake up the length of your spine.

and then your thoughts skid through to pure incoherence as he melds his mouth to yours once more, pulling you to him, kissing you hard, kissing you hungry, kissing you like there’s an entire world somewhere beneath your tongue that he’d love nothing more than to be the cartographer for — you squeak as he hoists you up, always so much stronger than even you give him credit for, plopping you down on the biting cold of the metal kitchen table.

“y’know… i’d come down for a midnight snack originally…” he says, taking half a step back to look you over, taking in the muss of your hair, the ruffle of your clothes, your uniform collar loose and askew, your skin a tantalizing glimmer in the soft, dappled moonlight. and then, he drops to his knees and you nearly hiss in anticipation.

he trails his fingers along the bare skin of your thighs, pillowing his cheek on one of them.

“but i think i might just want to eat you instead.”

“r-riddle — !”

your eyes squeeze shut as he presses open your legs, your toes curling at the openness of it all, at the shock of embarrassment at being spread out like this, on the school’s kitchen table, no less — but riddle hums as he lets his hot breath wash over you, a thick groan rolling out of him as he tugs aside your panties and slicks a thumb through the wetness already collected along your folds.

“fuck,” he murmurs, and it punches through you, the way he says it, usually never one for such obscenities, the word slipping from him, more a prayer than a curse.

fuck, you agree, letting your head tip back as he leans in to lick a slow strip along your cunt, your fingers fisting in his hair, and on any other day, he might’ve balked at the sting, but now, tonight, he only revels in the way you pull him closer, your thighs shaking on either side of his head, the taste of you exquisite on his tongue.

“ri-riddle… please…” your voice trails off into a high-pitched whine as he wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks, leaving you a shaking pile atop the glistening metal table, still loaded to the one side with trey’s chocolate liqueurs. riddle grins, lifting his eyes to watch as you peer down at him, your cheeks dark with color, truly the sweetest, most intoxicating sight. the soft, warm, buzz of alcohol had loosened his limbs and inhibitions enough and he thinks that he likes you like this — pleading for him, shaking apart for him.

“ah… so pretty…” he muses, even as he leans up to press two fingers into you, fucking you slow, savoring the way you gasp and clench down around him, tight, and then tighter, your knees pressing together as if you could somehow keep him there. he grins.

“m-more… ah — ngh —”

your fingers scrabble for purchase you reach blindly down towards him, trying to do something, anything to get him to go faster, harder, perhaps to curl his fingers the way he knows you like. but he only catches your hands, holding your wrists still as he leans over you, his torso keeping your knees spread just so, his other hand still sunk knuckle-deep inside you.

“hehh… i don’t think you’re really in the position to make demands right now…” he runs a tight circle of your clit with his thumb and watches as your entire body arches off the table in pleasure.

“rid-dle — riddle — s-senpai — !”

his body shudders as he lets out a breathy laugh, his head dropping as he finally picks up the pace, fucking his fingers into you hard enough for you to keen before dropping back down to press his tongue back to your folds, sucking hard just to hear you scream.

“mm… look so good like this… so desperate for me, hm? what a pretty… little… pastry…” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts of his fingers, curling them inside you till he finds the place he’s looking for, the soft, tender spot inside you that has you twitching around him, begging and nearly incoherent with pleasure.

“’m s-so c-close — close —”

he moans loud and lewd against you as he pulls his fingers from inside your cunt, replacing it with his tongue, gripping your thighs as he eats you out hard enough for you to come undone right over his mouth, your body writhing over the metal table, nearly knocking the trays of sweets from their place beside you.

“aah-ahh… we’ve made… a mess…” he says, sounding rather pleased with himself as he pulls back, licking his lips, dragging a thumb across his chin before popping into his mouth, his eyes still locked with yours. you shudder as the aftershocks of your orgasm rake through you, not entirely able to shake the way he’s still watching you, as if this has done nothing to sate his particular brand of hunger.

he gives your thigh a small pat as you take a breath and force your body to sit up, cheeks flushing as you tug your panties back up your legs, smoothing your palms over the material of your skirt as you hop off the table.

“did… did you sober up a bit?” you ask, your voice uncharacteristically quiet as riddle leads you from the school kitchens, hand in hand, his gait still much more relaxed than it would’ve been in the daytime.

he peers at you from over his shoulder.

“hm… not in the slightest,” he says, and you stare up at him as he smirks.

the hallways are quiet as the pair of you make your way towards the hallway of mirrors, your footsteps echoing against the vast, stone walls.

“so… what are you going to tell trey-senpai tomorrow? when he asks you about the chocolates?”

riddle pauses for a second before shrugging.

“the truth, i suppose.”

“huh?”

he turns to you with that tell-tale grin as the pair of you reach the heartslabyul mirror, and he tugs you behind him towards his room.

“that i had a midnight craving, and… that it just had to be sated, now didn’t it?”

[flamestar126]

him.

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Minor spoilers below for those who haven't watched it yet

Tell me this isn't how it went rn/j

Dying in the theaters when Floyd's attempt for sympathy/persuasion immediately backfired on him. I wanted his reaction to it so bad

[theangrycomet]

The Pokemon Gen 8 protagonists wouldn’t get along

too tire to put into proper words but basically boils down to Galarian/Sword&Shield protagonist(s) have every thing in the story handed to them in a very literal sense through out the course of the story and that in turn warps their perspective and entitlement (as seen in the shift in dialogue from nervous/confident to cocky/entitled. In a weird way the almost swapped personality aspects with Hop, who started off the game very entitled and arrogant before being humbled/destroyed by Bede’s words before Stow-and-Side.

Meanwhile the Hisuian/Legends Arceus protagonists are forced to work for literally everything they own for the clothes off their back to the roof that houses them to basic medical necessities ONLY for it ALL to be taken away as soon as everything turns south due to their bosses poorly handled but understandable fear. Then when they FINALLY fix everything, they are stabbed in the back by the ONLY person who stood by them- no the only FRIEND they could trust because God decided the protagonist was their specialist little blorbo.

The Galarian Protagonist was celebrated as the sole hero and subsequently treated as near royalty whereas the Hisuian Protagonist was simply EXPECTED to fix everything with varying levels of apprecitation

[fluorescentbrains]

i tried the apple fitness app bc i got 3 months free with my new phone so i was like why not… and i have to be honest it kind of slays

[minophus]

you inspired me to start drawing ultakill characters beyond v1 because god damn everything you make fucks like a champ. genuinely enjoyable. i love your designs

Aww thank you!! Im super happy to hear as well fuuuuck yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[skiijumpinng]

just two kids playing in the snow

[ohlovxr]

daddy matt gives your back hole a sweet little kiss every time he eats you out from behind :’)) he just loves your ass, thumb always gravitating towards it when he’s fucking you doggy style. “you gonna let me in, honey? let daddy treat your little princess hole right?” sOB

+ daddy matt saying “princess cunt” …. deceased

brb gonna go cry because i don’t have him to do this to me

when you finally get the courage to let him fuck your little hole, he works his cock into you so carefully and does everything to soothe you n your fast-beating heart. “thaaat’s it. such a good girl, letting daddy in so well. ‘m so proud of you.”

and when you get all squirmy and whiny because his hard length in your little hole is such a weird new feeling, he basically bribes you. “shh, honey, stay still. let me fill up this pretty hole and i’ll fuck your pretty princess cunt with my tongue when i’m done.”

[thekrakenkitty]

Ollie Bearman didn't just win points in his F1 debut, he won all our hearts too.

[saintsarefake]

So a little bit of a story time from last night:

i have no memory of writing this, i wish i was joking, but i wrote an entire half chapter from my relativity falls au rewrite (5000 words) as well as 2500 words from my personal project that i've been stuck on for months now

i have zero memory of opening my laptop, typing all this out, closing my laptop and going back to sleep

i read through it and holy shit I would not have thought of half of these things like I was shocked, jaw on the floor where the hell did this come from??? who wrote it??? certainly not me because i would remember exactly what i wrote????

[furballfaggot]

still no proper dni but if you watch turkey tom get away from my blog

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Rewatching some clips of King Bradley fight scenes(fmab, particularly the ones during the end) and i am sorry for this but Zarkon deserved that- he deserved a climatic fight to the death at the end of the series with his character foil (who themself had a character arc and introspection throughout the series symbolically shown during this fight), he deserved to go down fighting where it took blood, sweat and tears of several people to get here and has audience knowing this was not a fair fight and if he had been in his top condition and not wounded he would have won but still cheering for his death. He deserved death at the hands of all those whom he hurt and he deserved to be remember as a monster he was

[transingthoseformers]

I have such a specific image for that initial Soundwave v Megatronus fight it's insane

[yudgefudge]

look the totliv game really upset me too but the idea of replaying it is fucking hilarious and stupid like trust me y'all will survive

[scarlet-moonlight]

i want the summer event to come out NOW because I actually love the Anima Squad skinline (And all the leaks are 99% pointing to it being the event) and I want to see more skins for it

Also it’s perfect because I also have an Battle Bunny Seol design to go with it too (That I’ve been working on remaking with the rest of Seol’s designs lol)