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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!
Your recent art piece made me in such a good mood you have no idea!
i think this was referring to the oda ask? thank you so much!! i'm glad it makes people as happy as i was when drawing them :>
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COULD U DO MATTHEO X F READER DURING HER OVULATION WEEK AND SHES SUPER NEEDY AND HORNY? (Pls I’m ovulating and craving ur fics so bad babe😭🙏🧎🏼♀️)
I love how feral this is lmfao -
𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐬 | 𝐌.𝐑.
Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Established Relationship, Dark Fic, Violence, Language, Mention of drugs and alcohol, Slight fluff, Public Affections, Possessiveness, Smut (+18), Dirty Talk, Touch starvation, Fingering, Humping, Grinding, Whining, Sub/Dom Undertones, Blood Kink, Fighting Kink?, Squirting, Major Degradation, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink, Slight Humiliation Kink
The night is deep, and the dungeon is dim as a few sunken eyes peer curiously at you while you make your way through the crowd. Seeing you emerge from within the walls of your private dorm room was a rare and curious sight for everyone involved. It was especially rare for you to embed yourself amongst your fellow pupils shenanigans, seeing yourself as above such baseless devilment.
You were not here for them.
You were scanning the crowd for him because an unfamiliar warmth had been festering inside your stomach and it had propelled your feet forward, until you reached the very centre of the Slytherin soiree commencing in the common room.
Your core is still aching with the after affects of your fingers as you manoeuvre your way through the party. You were touching yourself under satin sheets only moments ago-spurred on by the imaginings of his bloodied fingers slipping inside you, stabbing your cunt until you mewled like a useless whore and he affirmed you as such. His recklessness and delinquency cracked something vital in your brain and you felt yourself get wetter as you pushed through the crowd. You needed him to touch you, your body practically burned for him to absolutely ruin you, and you set out to do just that.
Although you had turned down a concoction of Firewhiskey from an already inebriated Ravenclaw student, your stomach burns with the anticipation of seeing him.
Feeling him.
Smelling his near constant fragrance of Firewhiskey along his lips. You were never clingy but you wished for nothing more than to be in the presence of your insufferable and clingy boyfriend.
A month into your courtship, and you had failed to bring up how much of his habits bypass all sensibilities in your brain. If only he knew how much his recklessness brought about an unmistakable moisture in between your thighs. That,coupled with his bruised and bloody knuckles, spurred on your need, especially during this time of the month.
It had been easy to maintain your composure throughout the rest of the month, effortless, even. Detachment and independence was a by-product of your personality, showing up in the way you shied away from Mattheo's public affections and always appearing uninterested in any of his verbal charms.
One such occasion; you had found him taking up purchase on your bed after an incredibly tiresome day as a Slytherin prefect.
"Make yourself scarce, Riddle. I'm not in the mood," He, of course, was delighted in your indifference- truthfully, he basked in it. Mattheo was somewhat of a masochist, craving the attention of someone so emotionally detached. The very second he noticed how unaffected you appeared with his shenanigans. He might as well have transfigured into a mermaid, because he was hooked.
"How easy you are to repel my affections," He said, letting a bandaged hand fall on his chest as he lay supine like a starfish on your Satin sheets, "How swiftly you deny my companionship-"
"Dont you have any orphans to torture?"
You mourn the past you... how indifferent she had been.
How utterly in control!
The bed dipped as he slithered closer, letting a hand rest on your shoulders as he began to knead the tense muscle there.
"Don't I get a 'How was your day, Riddle?' How did you sleep, Riddle? How did you acquire these bruises, Riddle, and I hope you looked hot doing it, Riddle" it was then that you glanced at the hand on your shoulder. Busted knuckles bred bloodied and broken skin. Riddle's hand was a smorgasbord of cuts and bruises that disappeared up his black, cotton sleeve shirt. You ignored the useless warmth knotting in your core as you continued to undo your shoelaces.
"I needn't ask you because I know you were in the centre of yet another degenerate fight," you had said, burying all the feelings of need amongst your usual, scholarly distractions.
"You love it"
"I hate it actually. It makes me question my affiliation with you.
"You say that princess, but you secretly love it"
You did love it, and right now, distracting yourself is not an option. You watch with bated breath as the object of your affections walks into the Slytherin common rooms. There are plenty of bodies swaying in the dungeons illuminated by various Ravenclaws who have casted Lumos
You see Riddle across the room, head thrown back while he nursed a cup of Firewhiskey. When his head comes back, he sees you too, he raises his cup and he pushes himself off the wall to lessen the distance between you. Your legs certainly achieve a quicker gait as you push past the swaying bodies and soon enough you're bombarded by firewhiskey, with an undercurrent of sweat and leather.
The second you’re close, Riddle lowers his cup on the desk, already having his explanations ready for the impending combat. "If you think I'm gonna let you take my freedom away again, you’re fucking crazy. I'm barely buzzed and I'm getting drunk, or high by the end of this night and there's nothing you-" But your fist is already digging into the softness of his button up shirt and your lips are open as you force them onto his.
Right there, in the open.
Mattheo is naturally stunned, possibly discombobulated.
Had he really gotten higher than he thought?
Did that fucking Hufflepuff make him a stepped on joint?
Frankly, he couldn't care less, and as the shock of it all wore down, and he could feel you begin to slip away, Mattheo slithers his battered hand around your waist and pulls you impossibly close. He smirks into the kiss, as he brings his hand up, fingers gliding across your collarbone, while the other hand lingers around your waist.
"What happened to your hand?" It is a question that threatens to burst the bubble established between the two of you. Why would you ask him this? Why would you bring him back to the events of earlier today when you were so prettily malleable in his hands right now?
"Nothing,"
"Matt..." You say, clouding your words with innuendo, which has him looking up at you with furrowed brows.
"Nott," Is all he says before he buries himself in the crook of your neck. His proximity awakens something animalistic inside of you, it pushes you to the depths of your lascivious desires and has you melting right there on the dance floor. All around you, fellow Slytherins continue to sway to the beat, letting the thrum of the enchanted muggle music speak for them. You throw your head back, gasping at the overwhelming need pooling in your core as Riddle begins to send reckless kisses down your collarbone, all while you imagine beating another guy silly. You blame your cycle. You blame your body. You blame every single hormone responsible for allowing you to emit such a wanton moan so openly in the very centre of a crowd.
"Who do I have to kill in order to get this reaction out of you everyday?" Mattheo is panting, with his hazel eyes dilated (whether from pleasure or substance, you might never know). Who do I have to curse in order to get you to be this slutty for me every single day?" His breathing is shallow and audible, even through all the noise. Mattheo's mind is foggy and the party guests are reduced to a memory. The only image he's able to conjure up is his lips between your wet folds - his tongue eager to find the source of your need while you moaned above him and kneaded your own breasts in a slutty haze.
"I need you, Mattheo," it was fucking infuriating to admit but the wetness has completely soaked through your underwear and a fresh scar is present in the corner of Mattheo's eye. There's a slight red smudge under his nose, and his knuckles are red and angry at the best of your neck, cradling your head close to his.
"Say that again-"
"What? No, I will not fucking-"
Mattheo's grip on your neck immediately unhooks and he detangles your limbs but before he ventures any furthers you're pulling him down to you and with your lips to Mattheo's greedy ears you angrily mutter, "I fucking need you. I need you really badly,"
He stares in your desperate, dark eyes with wonder and awe before letting your wrist be enclosed by his iron grip. Soon, you're being dragged through a Slytherin party with a boy adjusting the front lf his pants and barking orders at the drunken strangers to move before they fucking died.
Just as you succeed in cutting through the crowd a voice stops both of you in your tracks.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, Riddle," the voice booms from over the thumping bass of whatever muggle music was enchanted over the dungeon. Mattheo's gaze cuts away from you, but before he turns completely away, a slow Cheshire cat grin curls at the ends of his lips.
"That threat has grown so unimaginably tedious after years of overuse, Theo but I can't do this right now-" His sentence has already been cut short by an audible blow to his lower jaw. Theo Nott blocked your path towards the darkened hallway, leading to your dorm room and you're left wholly unsatisfied as Mattheo is sent barreling backwards. He lets go of your hand, stopping to wipe the wetness at the corners of his lips and checking to see if it's blood. It is. And something scratches inside of you.
The Prefect inside you wants to intervene but an even darker part of you tells you not to.
Theo is livid, and his wide chest rises and falls as he descends on Mattheo,
"Why the fuck am I being told by Draco of all people, that I can't play Keeper because I'm stuck in the hospital wing-"
"Theo, I really don't have the time for this-" Mattheo begins, but Theo cuts him short,
"Are you trying to steal my fucking place, Riddle?"
Mattheo's voice is leveled as he raises his fingers and says, "Okay, first off, yeah, I am. Obviously I'm trying to take your place. You're a shit Keeper and secondly, I've got somewhere to be," Theo's barreling towards Mattheo once more.
A silly, borderline maniacal smirk explodes on Riddle's face before he makes the shotgun decision to charge and lands a punch at Theo's jaw, allowing for the taller boy to stagger backwards. Your shoulders jump, and you flinch at the sickening sound as you watch with a wide gaze as Mattheo nurses his hurt hand. Theo is a raging bull, but Draco appears from the crowd, with a firm grip on Theo's shoulder. A stern, quiet reprimand.
At the exact same moment, Mattheo's hand finds yours and he smirks as he stalks past Nott, wiping away at his chin as he leads you towards your dorm.
The quietness within is almost jarring compared to the noise out there and as soon as the door closes, Mattheo's lips descend on your neck, "I know, I know," He sighs heavily, as he brings his hand up to your shoulder, "I’m sorry. I just hope I haven't ruined the vibe-"
"I want your fingers inside me, Riddle." He stills at your quiet command, and you leave him standing by the door as you pad over to your bed. "I don't know why, but I just need you, okay? And my own fingers aren't quite doing the trick and I keep thinking about how fucking crazy you are and-", You sigh as you sit at the foot of the bed. Lifting the skirt of your dress, Mattheo watches in the dimness of your room as you venture your fingers under your dress and hook them into your panties. He walks towards you, propelling the wings of the butterflies in your stomach.
All he says is, "Which hand?" He doesn't know why he asks, but he does and his voice is barely above a whisper as he hopes you pick the right answer. His cock twitches in his underwear at the thought of seeing his blood on your skin.
Mattheo stops in between your legs, causing the fabric of the dress to rise while a breeze drifts over your soaked pussy. You bend forward and reach for his bloodied hand.
"I want your fingers inside me,"
Mattheo's resolve immediately snaps and his hands grip tightly at your hips, pushing you backwards and exposing your wet core to him.
"You're fucking dripping through the sheets like a slut- you're a fucking slut,"
Excitement. It rushes through you like a wave of magma at the neediness in his own voice.
Matheo rushes to rid both of you of the excess fabric, casting Evansco, until all he can see is your warm, glistening skin.
"Oh my fuck-" Mattheo's voice cracks as he stares down at your aching cunt, his fingers almost instinctively rubbing over the wetness.
"Touch your breasts," He commands, "I wanna see you do it,"
Your eyes pierce into his dark ones as you bring a shaky hand up towards your puckered nipples. The smallest brush elicits a violent streak of pleasure which would have occupied your entire mind were it not for Mattheo's long fingers already stabbing into your dripping cunt.
"Fuck, you're so wet," He whines, unconsciously burying his hips into the sheets at the foot of your bed as he watches. He is utterly transfixed by his middle and ring finger disappearing into your cunt. Every time they sink deeper your mind gets filled with images of Riddle's unrest and violence. You're utterly wrecked with the thought of his bloodied fingers being inside you, touching the most private parts of you.
"Pick up the pace, Riddle,"
"Shut the fuck up," He mumbles as he takes his time in exploring the very depths of you. Your voice soars to higher octaves as you feel your first orgasm cresting quite literally against your will. How utterly embarrassing, to cum so quickly.
"You're fucking squeezing my fingers- fuck-" You're desperately humping at his hand, hoping your hips might achieve the feat of sinking his fingers further into you. "You're humping my hand so fucking well." His cock aches as he continues to grind it into the sheets, in tandem with your swollen cunt taking his fingers.
"Are you seriously going to cum so soon? Are you that desperate to get fucked-" Your cunt spasms around his fingers and you're moaning as you squeeze your sensitive breasts, already soaring to the heights of your orgasm. Your screams rival the music outside but Riddle never tells you to keep quiet, instead he watches with hungry eyes as your body melts into its orgasm.
"Look at what the fuck you've done," Mattheo's words have you slowly coming back to earth, but not quite... his voice is heavy with lust as you raise yourself by your elbows. Your stomach sinks as you watch Mattheo, he's frozen in front of you, with his head lowered and his gaze on his palm.
"I-I'm sorry-" Your sheets were soaked with your release, leaving a visible damp spot. You squirted everywhere.
"You're gonna do that on my cock," before you can comprehend your words Mattheo already has his cock positioned at your wet folds.
"I'm going to fucking cum inside you and you're going to take it, yeah?" The serious shadow in his darkened eyes hold no room for negotiation, you'd never seen Mattheo quite this serious because seriousness just didn't run in his bloodstream. However, he's utterly ruined by your neediness, needing to take advantage of your compliance before it slipped through his fingers.
"Oh my fuck- Mattheo!"He pulls your hips towards the edge of the bed and his cock forces itself through your folds, until Mattheo is quite literally fucking you with reckless abandon.
"Matt- I can't-'' You're still riding on the sensitivity of your previous high and you think Mattheo could be a little mindful of this but his goal, it seems, is to leave you overstimulated.
"You can," he mumbles, with his eyes squeezing shut before he quickly opens them, wanting to see every emotion flowing over your face.
"You're a slut but you're not a useless slut, are you?" You tits bounce with every movement of Mattheo's hips, and you're shaking your head despite the fog. Your cunt is squeezing the life out of his cock and you feel him pushing at a very sensitive part of you.
Your head is buried in the pillows as your back arches and you swallow him deeper.
Mattheo bends forward, his hips quickening into a needy, restless rut as his teeth sink into the skin around your nipples.
"FUCK-" The pain bleeds into pleasure which streams into your next orgasm. Riddle moans around your skin, suckling at your nipple while he fucked you like he is as touch starved as you are.
"I'm cumming, Matt-" The fact that you're still able to form words is a complete and utter mystery because, not a second later, you're exploding around his cock. A gushing, clear liquid rushes through you while your lips chant his name like a prayer.
"I'm going to fucking breed you, baby- oh fuck, you're so pretty squirting around my cock-" the cracks in his voice; the desperation laced on every word has him cumming inside you, pushing his hips with every spurt of warmth.
You're still shuddering when Mattheo slumps over you. You're both huffing and puffing and basking in each other's release with his cock still very much inside you. "You're getting a contraception potion from Madame Pomfrey tomorrow," you can do nothing except nod as your satisfaction settles.
"I'll come with you," He says.
“𝓣𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂-𝓰𝓸-𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵” Oliver Knight x (fem.) reader (Fluff)
Hello~This is the third day of the 30 days prompts and i’m so exited for the next to come!Thank you for supporting me!
Prompt:Letters, Day 3.
Warnings:Not the best english out there.Also, i’m sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes!
After eight very long hours of work, Oliver pushed the chair he was sitting on behind and stood up.He streched his arms and legs and walked out of the workshop.
In a week, you and Oliver will get married, so he worked even harder.He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you all to himself.He couldn’t wait to see you in your pure white dress.
Oliver stayed outside your shared bedroom and opened the door.You were fast asleep while wearing one of his shirts.
‘Beautiful.’He thought.Even when you slept in that strange potition and had the sheets wrapped around you like a mummy, he found you gorgeous.An ethereal creature.
‘A...dummy.An adorable dummy, who is kindhearted, hardworking and just perfect.’Oliver grinned and went over to the bed.
He sat down and opened the drawer on his side.A lot of sheets for letters were inside, along with a few quills.
He took one of eachand found a place to write.It was a letter for you to find before the wedding day.
And he started writing with black ink.The words were ‘soaked’ and ‘spread’ on the yellow paper, making it come to life.
Finally, the letter finished it’s tale.The tale that never ends.Their own tale of love.
~Letter~
A promise to the silly happy-go-lucky girl.
I’m not one to show what i feel with mere words, i prefer actions.But let me write you something.
My love for you is never ending.I promise to make you happy, because i adore your smiles.I’ll never make you sad, but if that ever happens and you feel the need for comfort, then i’ll take you in my arms.If you’re too mad at this world for its unfairness, then we will hide from it under the covers of the stars and our bed.
I’ll always be there for you.This is our own story, where the days are the poems and our love is the key to live all of them happily.I love you.
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻, 𝓞𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.
The End~
okay why did this lowkey blow up 🤯
Itzy most quiet to loudest in bed?🎀
hey anon! I decided to put this in MTL loudest just to make it simpler
CW: smut. Men and minors DNI.
Most
Yeji
Girlie has quite a set of lungs and she doesn’t forget to use them. We all know she’s got powerful vocals on stage, and that applies in bed too. Y’all’s first time you thought she was faking with how loud she was moaning your name, but no, she really is a screamer. Loud, breathy moans when you’re going down on her. Makes sure to tell you what a good job you’re doing.
“Making me feel so good, baby, don’t stop~”
Yuna
Not only is she literally the brattiest she is also so loud??? Whining and telling you to get on with it and fuck her already, telling you how needy she is, how much she wants you…
“I need more, baby, I need you so bad—”
Chaeryeong
(ayo this gif is dangerous wtf)
She’s soooo loud and she’s so embarrassed about it, it’s not like she can help it. The first time it happened, you were eating her out and she wouldn’t stop moaning your name over and over, loud enough for the neighbours to hear. If you ever tease her about it she will hide her face in her hands and blush so hard.
“Oh god, Y/N, oh, you feel so good—”
Lia
Her moans are high-pitched and breathy, almost always next to your ear. She’s not super loud at first, but her voice gradually rises in volume until she’s crying out your name, begging for release.
“Ah—I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that—”
Ryujin
Ryujin isn’t the type to be loud in bed, usually just letting out low groans and gasps (it’s not impossible, but it takes a lot to get shin ryujin to get loud), but she is more talkative. She tells you what she wants to do to you (or what she wants you to do to her), how pretty you look, how you’re making her feel, asking questions she knows you can’t answer.
“Why don’t you come over here and put that mouth of yours to good use, hm?”
Rebloggers and commentors alike, thank you for helping me identify this look as "Tumblr Sexyman." I can definitely see similarities to the Onceler in particular.
Now, if you will excuse me, I am off to stare at the ceiling and contemplate my choices in life.
Hey, uh... See these guys here?
I don't know what their collective aesthetic is. Pinstripes of paralyzing power? Deviantart dandy? Fang-tastic?
Whatever it is, they are all very gender.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes, here’s the names of everyone how helped the most
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Thank you everyone
Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes! @galacticsomewhat @dragonlovegacha @cooler193 @thelazyclown @tristarnova @friedcowboypeachpurse @yuriyaoidestroyer @bengal-tigers-on-petunias @soul-of-justice--uty @naomiemuffet @qibsichan @jassylife @kokorodachidanii @cheezbot @wonderhqy @fabseg-creator @darknerdofthesith @dog-eater822 @dashabot @awkwardqueercreature @moo-ney @iconicosmica @goldenpotato081 @sazdoesarts @keripulli @deadlysilence @professionalyapotologist @evilheart12 @skeleton-mischief @sophiediesocke @redwolfnik @djeycartanime05 @p34ch-irl @thepomniplush @enderianmonarch @a-fox-in-the-nexus @deadlysilence @ask-tami-and-their-friends @ladysegagenesis
Guys... I just hit 300 followers!!! So sadly that means I'm ending my 200 follower event, but I will still be posting all the requests I never got done! This also means another event because I plan on having an event for every 100 followers until I get 500 followers if that ever happens.
But anyway thank you everyone for following me and enjoying my writing! I love each and every one of you and can't express how happy I am!!
UPDATE POST! Drawn up some more ideas/refinements over a couple more hours as this is so popular rn. Images below
I am no website engineer so I have no idea how hard this would be to code, so I do doubt whether this would actually be viable. However this is a cool thought experiment and a nice example to @staff of what kind of monetization could be implemented which I would be happy to engage in.
I did try and think of the most viable way of making these work without completely rewriting the site but I can’t be sure.
There’s a strike being organised so I encorage you to parcitipate if you’re concerned about this >> postplus-protest.tumblr.com/post/657433316725833728/ <<
Also this whole tumblr+ may have been the upper managements fault? I’m not going to completely trust the article however I will take it on in good faith and hope all this backlash causes them to reconsider >>cipheramnesia.tumblr.com/post/657454075766603776/ <<
For anyone worried about giving their cards to tumblr (as they probably should be). I’d say that you could use paypal or a Virtual Debit Card Services so you avoid the chance of your credit info being leaked
Anyway thanks for commenting and reblogging my post. I’ve read all the comments and it makes me very happy that so many people are willing to support tumblr, as long as they do it right :)
Credit to @ncfan-1 for the swapping icons idea :D
Okay I woke up and heard about Tumblr+ and was not happy :(
So I wrote up this thing in like 3 hours with some crappy art and stuff just to get my thoughts out there of some way @staff can actually get some money without using @postplus, as everyone hates it.
If you have some ideas of your own or wanna draw some cursed pins you’d use go ahead!
(ignore all my spelling mistakes please, procreate doesn’t have spell checking)
If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💚💚
thank you anon! I um. don't know how to send this to people. I'm new here I'm so sorry guys. do I people below? I mean, you all make me very happy and I hope you have a lovely day, so I think this works too.
I just don't know the secret etiquette so I'm wary of doing something incorrectly.
