#achievement: New kink unlocked

[goatyuuji]

I love Gojo who is sick of people worshipping him just for existing; from childhood he is being worshipped as some God and he is just sick of it….until he meets this weird bangs guy who he learns is his classmate, who might be as strong as him, who brings him sweets after a mission, who lets Gojo jump on his back and gives him a piggyback ride, who joins him in his shenanigans to irritate Yaga Sensei and most importantly who looks at Gojo like a human and not some deity and Gojo is like “oh if I want to be worshipped, I want to be worshipped by this guy and this guy alone”…

[jutryst]

....tmi but this actually happened to me...like she put my hand around her own throat and smirked at me

[basiatlu]

Drawtober Day 3: Slime

Draco smeared unhelpfully at the slimy sap dripping from his face. Out of the corner of his eye he spied Potter hunched in a frozen state above his own cropping of blaster bean bushes.

“And what are you staring at, Potter?” Draco snarled. Embarrassment heated his face causing the blaster bean sap to sizzle on his cheeks.

“N-nothing..” Potter fidgeted oddly for a moment and promptly turned away.

[scrapsovereign]

(Not kinktober related, but I woke up thinking about this and couldn’t stop thinking about it all day)

Midnight Snack

Pairings: Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x OC

Words: 490-ish

Rating: Explicit

Tags: NSFW, Astarion Smut, Tav/Reader is not described, Gender Neutral Tav/Reader, breastplay, vampire bites, thigh riding, somniphilia

Triggers/ Author Notes: I tried to make Tav gender neutral for this (I used the word breast, and I did describe the titty in detail if that helps your decision making). This is my first attempt at g/n smut, comments are appreciated and adored, and I’m open to learning!

The first thing you notice as you rouse from your slumber is a cool, pale hand palming at your breast, colored blue in the early morning darkness.

The second is the lukewarm velvet length twitching against your thigh.

Soft lips press a sloppy open-mouthed kiss to the hardened peak of your nipple. A tongue flicks over the nub, and ruby eyes peer up through mussed silver tresses to assess your reaction.

A sharp object grazes against the pebbled bud on your chest and you hiss in reaction to the delicious pain, a shiver of desire rippling across your skin. Half asleep and yet already so willing, you respond by arching your back into his mouth, giving him permission to drink from you.

Teeth that feel like ice shards pierce your skin, puncturing both sides of the areola. He anchors himself at your breast, sucking your nipple inside of his mouth. His tongue undulates against your flesh, encouraging your crimson to trickle down his throat.

Your hand cards through his silver curls, to hold your lover close with tender adoration. A warmth spreads out from your belly knowing that each swallow provides nourishment to his undead body, making him deadlier, faster, stronger.

Excruciating pain has gradually given way to exquisite pleasure, a familiar, delectable pressure starting to build. He whimpers as he squeezes your tits for every last drop of your sanguine nectar, needy and wanting.

His cock glides against your thigh, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. You feel him harden impossibly over you and can only imagine how beautiful the length of him is, dusky and flushed with your blood. His pace falters and his hips stutter, a telltale sign he’s close.

Your center tightens more and more with every movement of his tongue, every lewd slurping noise against your chest.

The pleasure that crests over you is a gentle wave of euphoria, different from the mind-blowing orgasms he repeatedly punished you with hours ago. He reaches his peak at the same time you do with a soft grunt, his eyes fluttering shut. He spills a dribble of his seed on your thigh, smearing the hot trail with lazy thrusts. Cleaning just that spot would be more effort than you’re both willing make right now. You’re especially filthy, your hole still leaking his seed from how he had fucked and filled you to bursting over and over again.

He laves at the wounds he’s created, stopping once or twice from nodding off in the middle of his ministrations. Your wounds clotted, he hums with drowsy satisfaction of a job well done as he clambers atop you. The comfort of his body pressed against yours helps to relax you, soothe you. You sigh contentedly in concert, slipping back into sleep before the neon rays of dawn break over the horizon.

In the morning, you are again roused by his cock, this time with the flushed, warm tip prodding your entrance…

[grief-worn]

. . . pet play . . . for no particular reason . . . ignore puck staring very intensely in the background of this ask i'm sure that's nothing.

rate your kinks.

"Pet … play?" It's the first she's heard of such a term, but really, she's never been all that familiar with the world of pleasure, not to the level of others she's met. That being said, she is no sewn-legged virgin, and she can infer the possibilities based on name alone.

"What, like a collar and leash? Wagging about a bone and asking they play fetch?" she coughs, covering up a giggle. "Isn't that a bit degrading?" The moment she mentions this, the gears begin to creak and turn. Ah. Ahh.

Weight shifts from one hip to the other, a disguised wiggle. The idea of someone, a partner, a lover, a temporary object, knelt on their hind legs, fawning and worshiping her, starved for her praise. Rope fastened to their neck; the tug of a lead, no chance they might disobey. Panting. Seeking. Hounding.

"… I suppose—well, it doesn't sound awful. I'd give it a shot. Can't know unless I've tried it, yes?"

[jjsanguine]

Cher: to make it fair, you can order me to do anything

Gun: but you're not my employee anymore. Why would you want me to order you around?

Cher: aw, it's just for fun. It'll be fun

Gun: ok. how about we take turns giving orders

Gun: to make it fair

[inavagrant-a]

"Heh." He earned fifteen (15) primogems in the process for his endeavors.

[godnectar]

[hornyonmainkinkblog]

OH

hey, doll, mind if i see your phone real quick? yeah, mines charging in the other room and i wanna check the radar. thanks, hon.

hey, woah, what's this you're looking at on Tumblr? its just being suggested to you? this is your following tab, don't try and lie to me boy. i knew you were into some questionable things but i didn't think you'd go this far..

the testosterone has been making you desperate? hah, yeah. i remember those days, you half hard all the time too? here and there? yeah, it gets better, don't worry.

no, let me keep looking. i wanna know what you jerk off to, and yes you jerk off, i know you do. none of this dancing around, call it what it is. you're a man, you jerk off now.

god, you're probably into me talking at you like this, huh? here, take your phone back. oh, no, pull tumblr back up. yeah, c'mon, let me see it. your bottom growth, boy, c'mon.

let me finish taking these off for you if you're so shy. oh there we go, there's that pretty little cock of yours. fuck, you're twitching? really?

if you're so into this why don't you start jerking off for me? huh? let me watch you get off? watch what you're looking at, what makes you whimper more? good boy..

[werevvolfboyfriend]

…I think I just learned something about myself

[schadenfreudich]

I don't think infodumping is supposed to make me feel like that. I don't think that's the correct reaction to having someone infodump to you. Why am I like this

[emmg]

I don't think Bioware fully comprehends the absolute chaos it’s about to release by handing us, the unapologetic mage-bangers, Emmrich "well done, my dear" Volkarin after the emotional war crime that was the Solas romance.

It’s like they’re handing us an emotionally healthy daddy figure wrapped in a big ol’ “yes, praise me harder” bow and just expecting us to behave.

AO3? Oh, it’s about to be a bloodbath. A flood of unholy praise kink is going to rain down like mana from horny heaven. The poor voice actor? He’s got no idea what’s coming. Fans, barely coherent, will be sobbing in his DMs, pleading for him to record lines like, "darling, sweet thing, apple of my throbbing loins,” because suddenly that’s the only thing keeping them going.

And you just know the fics are gonna go there. We’re talking steamy, full-blown, knee-weakening sex scenes so detailed you’ll practically hear the slapping sounds through your screen. Every silver hair, every wrinkled brow is going to get worshipped like it’s the goddamn Holy Grail. Emmrich? He’s not just a mentor now, no—he’s the silver-fox sex wizard of everyone’s dirtiest, most depraved dreams.

Bioware, you’ve dragged us through the emotional meat grinder with Solas, and now you’re tossing us this emotionally sane and well-adapted snack with decades of good coping mechanisms? Oh, baby, the sex scenes are gonna be biblical. I’m talking hands-on-bookshelves, robes ripped off, candles flickering like we’re summoning a demon but, surprise, it’s just Emmrich praising your efforts in bed like you’re acing your dissertation. It's gonna be 'well done, my dear' while you’re doing ungodly things to that silver fox, and he’s stroking your hair like you just unlocked a new achievement.

Me? Oh, honey, I’ll be on the front lines like a horny general leading the charge into the unholy lands. November 1st? I’m not just showing up, I’m rolling in with a pre-written, fully locked-and-loaded stash of smut so scandalous, my Orthodox ancestors will not only crucify me—they’ll disown me in the afterlife. I’m gonna make them turn in their graves so hard, we’ll solve the energy crisis.

And let’s not get it twisted—I’m going to worship this thin, emotionally available mage like he’s the last goddamn spellcaster left in Thedas. I’m talking tongue tracing every single one of his ribs like I’m mapping out the delicate lines of a cathedral—except it’s not sacred, it’s blasphemous as fuck. Forget holy water; it’s gonna be sweat, and I’ll be so deep into my thirst, my own character, Rook, will be doing things that’d make even the most depraved demon of desire blush. Every sliver of his body, every wrinkle, every bone—especially the bones—is getting the Rook Treatment™.

Bioware? You better brace yourself because I’m about to publish smut so audacious, so flagrantly wanton, even the Deep Roads will seem vanilla.

We’ve suffered. And now poor Emmrich’s going to be buried alive under the weight of all that… pent-up thirst. Welcome to the show, sweet necromancer.

[toomanykinksters]

This is my genuine invitation for literally anyone into vore to hop in and tell me about your own personal relationship to it, I literally love learning about this so fucking much. Thank you so much for answering my questions!!!

there aren’t enough vorny ass games where you play as some sort of tiny creature

[stardustasincocaine]

Day 20 of @carryon-countdown

Teeth

Reverse uno-ing that trauma into a new kink unlock achievement.

Alternatively: when your Emo Shit Twi-pire Boyfriend won’t bite you, so you find your inner twi-pire and bite him instead.

[withjaejae]

Hole-in-one | JJK pt. 4

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

High society, richie rich type

Warnings: slight angst, secret keeping, oral (f), vanilla sex (?), jk rips another thong, spit kink unlocked

A/N: Jungkook’s “If he wanted to, he would” moment.

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

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“And the final touch…” Your stylist sprays on the setting spray and a bit of glitter in your hair.

You stare at yourself on the full mirror, the deep velvet purple hugging your waist, the sweetheart neck pushing your ‘golden globes’ (because they belong Jungkook according to Jungkook) together.

“You look lovely, darling.” Your mom smiles as she stands behind you. “Jungkook is gonna lose it when he sees you.”

“Oh my god. Mom, please.” You playfully roll your eyes. She’s right though.

The charity ball is being held at one of Jungkook’s parents’ hotels and your parents are this year’s major sponsors.

Yesterday was graduation, you and Jungkook took photos like how all couple do. It was so cute that you’ve already made it a wallpaper.

As soon as you’re ready you take your lilac shawl and drape it over your elbows. The lavender clutch in your palms. A little too much purple? Heck no. Its not even enough.

The place was packed with your neighbors, investors, prospect, and some relatives. Even Taehyung’s parents were here but he missed it by a day by going back to Paris.

You scan the crowd for Jungkook.

��Looking for someone?” You smile as you turn to see your ‘freakishly handsome boyfriend’ (according to Jungkook).

He’s dressed in a custom Dior suit. A purple crystal flower tucked in his coat pocket.

He scans your outfit biting his lip.

“Wanna skip?” He asks and earns a smack to the head from his mother.

“At least wait an hour before running.” His father whispers while, his mother just rolled her eyes gives you a hug.

“I do hope my grandkids take after you.” She side eyes Jungkook.

The mention of grandkids made you laugh nervously. Jesus, its only been six weeks.

The host announces that the program starts in a couple of minutes for the guests to settle.

Jungkook offers you his arm and you both walk towards the table to the front.

Most, if not all, eyes were on you two. Heirs to the city’s biggest developers. You’ve heard the rummours, ‘arranged marriage’ ‘marriage scam’ ‘denying bankruptcy’ ‘the jeon’s dowry money’

It all ended up with marriage. Sure, you can see it happening but its too soon. Even Jungkook avoids the topic.

As soon as you settle at the table you share with your parents, the host welcomes everyone.

It was a talk about what the firm achieved, the items for auction, the progress of the charity. Its really something to be extremely proud of.

Your father finally took the stage.

He welcomes everyone and makes a speech about the future endeavors.

“… not only did I gain a new Interior designer, my daughter, YN…” You stand up and wave to the crowd earning some applause. “But I also gained a new architech, my future son-in-law, Jungkook.” Jungkook hesitates but his mother nudged him to stand next to you.

The announcement made you freeze, suddenly feeling covered in cold sweat but you smile through it as you clap for the man next to you. He smiles nervously.

When he wanted you both to be seen as a couple tonight, he didn’t expect a marriage proposal from your own father.

Jungkook had no idea what he agreed to when your fathers asked him to join the firm. His parents bought and invested in properties while your family did the buildings and designs, it only made sense but he didn’t think your father would make it this big of a deal.

As soon as your father leaves the stage and the silent auction began, you excuse yourself from the table, rushing to get some fresh air.

A series of congratulations met you along the way, all you could do was smile and nod. Doing your best not to be rude.

You try to tune out the noise, you can feel your name being called but you don’t stop walking.

“YN!” Your father’s sister blocks you by the hall and hugs you. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

“Auntie, how are you?” You try to distract her.

“Same as always, drunk and single.” She laughs and abruptly stops. “Guessing from tour dad’s speech, you haven’t told him yet?”

“No and I will but…” You sigh.

“You should tell him, Spain can really spark up a lot of inspiration, when are you leaving?” She smiles then her eyes flicker to someone behind you. “There’s my future nephew-in-law.”

You turn to see Jungkook who already had his eyes set on you. His breathing heavily at what he just overheard.

“Kook.” You peep.

“You’re leaving?” He frowns. Your mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out.

“This is my cue to leave.” Your aunt walks away slowly.

“Kook, its just an internship.” You finally say.

“When were you planning on telling me?” His piercing stare drooped down and now he looks like a kicked puppy. Damn it, you just wanna kiss him right now.

“Tomorrow…” You step closer. “Don’t be mad. I sent the application two months ago, I didn’t expect to hear anything back. They reached out a week ago…”

“A week ago? Baby, we’re together everyday and you didn’t tell me?” He starts pouting.

“We had graduation, the charity ball, my parents and then you with the firm. I haven’t even told my dad yet.” You take his hands in yours. “I didn’t know what to do with it yet. Is it the best program for interior design? Sure. Its it the only program? No. I was looking into some other options here—“ You were cut off by Jungkook’s lips.

“Babe, go for it.” He finally smiles, it was small and a bit sad but he does. “I’m just upset you didn’t tell me. I had to overhear it from your aunt.”

“She has an apartment there, I asked if I could rent it out for a couple of months—“ Jungkook groans and his lower lip juts out even more. “Again, still looking into it.” You kiss him again.

He sighs and holds your face with both hands. “Babe, do it. Come on, its Spain. The food, the architechture, the views, everything there screams beauty. It’ll be great.” He pecks your lips again. “Don’t overthink it.” You smile.

“My dad is going to be really really sad I’m not gonna be joining the firm asap.” He lets go of your face and intertwines his hand with yours.

“He will be. I’m not gonna lie, my part in his speech scared me for a second.” He chuckles. But that didn’t mean he was against it, he thought.

“Yeah, I mean its only been six weeks.” You both slowly walk down the hall towards the balcony. “It’s not that I’m not ready for marriage, I do love you but I don’t think we’re far from there yet plus—“ Jungkook stops walking. “What?” His eyes search yours.

“You love me?” You stare into his soul and bit your lip.

“Well, shit. Kookie, you make me feel alive and seen. You’re the best part about my day.” He pushes you against the wall, for anyone to see. He looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you. For a while now.” This time it was your turn to pout. She flashes you his bunny smile and you can’t help but kiss him.

“Oh dear Lord, at least get a room, honey.” Jungkook’s mother was standing to your left making you both stand up straight and hold back the giggles. “This is a four star hotel, the beds here are top tier.”

“Mother!” Jungkook scolds as his mom cackles just the way he does and turns away, waving us off.

He sighs and turns to you. The smirk you loved so much appearing on his face.

“Wanna test it out?” He wiggles his eyebrows while your furrow in confusion. “The beds, if they’re top tier.” You smack his shoulder but grab his hand.

“Lead the way.” You bite your lip.

Jungkook makes one call and you’re already being met by a hotelier at the elevator. It takes 10 more floors before it opens again, you shoot your mother a quick text about stepping outside with Jungkook.

By outside you mean inside a fucking suite. Jungkook tips the man before he shuts the door.

“Now, you don’t even wanna fucking know what that dress does to me.” He slowly stalks towards you, ripping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

You drop your shawl and purse as you hastly chuck your heels to the side, waiting for him to get to you on the couch.

The moment he reached out for you, your lips lock together. Teeth and tongue clashing, battling for dominance which he always wins.

He picks you up and takes you to the bedroom. You try to reach for the zipper but he stops you by snatching your wrist.

“Keep it on, for now.” He whispers against your lips.

He sits on the edge of the bed lies back taking you with him.

“Wanna taste you.” You mumbles and nudges you to sit on his face.

He wraps his hand on the band of your thong and you stop his wrist too.

“Rip this and I’m never wearing a thong again.” You warn and he smirks.

“Why wear any at all?” He goes ahead and rips the bands.

“Fuck, Jungkook. That’s so hot. But so damn expensive.” You whine. “Why can’t you take it off like a normal person?”

“Because…” He completes his sentence by letting the tip of his tongue tease your clit. “I can buy you all the thongs you want just so I could rip them again.” Jungkook is smart but he can be a dumb hunk when horny.

“You should just buy me— fuck.” You were gonna tell him to buy you the entire store but then he starts to lap up your pussy. Tasting your sweet saccharine juices. Its as if he’s feeding off you.

His view was perfect, your tits nearly slipping out of your violet dress, your hair getting loose from the bun. Your lipstick smeared over your cheek, mouth wide open chanting his name.

He reaches up to grab your tits as he fucks your hole with his tongue. You instinctively move your hips over his face. The sounds make you feel wilder than usual.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Your thighs start shaking. “Jungkook. Baby. Can’t hold in.” You moan and fall forward, your hands landing above his head. You let out a long moan as you cum all over Jungkook’s face.

He gives you as second to recover before gently turning you both over. Your slick running down his chin. He hovers his face for yours, you lick up your own juices of his face and he found that extremely hot.

He slowly reached behind you to unzip your dress, he’s taking his time tonight. Kissing every section of skin that shows as he takes it off.

You sit up once you’re naked and take time to undo his pants too. Staring into each other. Your souls speaking to each other.

He leans down to kiss you again, soft this time. As if the world stopped and he wishes it does because right here with you is where he always wants to be.

Fully undressed he lays you back down he starts kissing your neck as he gently enters you, sighing at the intrusion. You may have been fucking several times a week but he still gives you a stretch.

Your fingers laced in his hair as he takes on of your nipples into his mouth, teasing both tits alternately.

“Kookie, move.” You whine. He starts a slow pace, but even he has limits.

He starts catching speed. “Fuck. Harder, please baby.” You moan. Begging over and over. “Jungkook. Fuck, yes!” Your nails digging into his back, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he nips at your skin.

“So fucking tight for me.” He groans through gritted teeth. “Holy fuck, babe.” He pounds into you.

Your back arched off the bed, he’s lifting you by the ass. Slapping your tits.

“Open your mouth.” His wish was your command, he spits into your mouth. You moan, he feels you tighten around him. He smirks at the discovery of a new kink.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks as he rams harder into you. “You’re pussy takes me so well. So fucking perfect.” He places his hand on your throat. You fucking smirk.

He cuts off your air and you start shaking, your second orgasm ripping through you. He cums deep within your pussy.

He releases your throat as you both come down from your high.

He lands on top of you. Chest flushed against each other you can feel each other’s heartbeats.

“She was right, this bed is top tier.” You both laugh.

“I love you.” His lips tickle your neck and you giggle. “I love you, YN.”

“I love you, Jungkook.” You kiss him, over and over.

“Hey baby.” He picks up the call. “I miss you.” You’ve just gotten off your shift and decided to go for a walk to your favorite spot.

“I miss you more… Namjoon asked me to go golfing today. I said I couldn’t, not without you.” He says, you kick the pebble off the ground. You pout even though he can’t see you.

You’ve been exploring Barcelona for a week now. The program is going very well. But this is the longest time you’ve been apart since you started dating and it drove you both mad.

“Namjoon sucks at golf. Wish you were here, its getting cold.” You pout as you sit on the bench, admiring the Sagrada Familia.

“Okay.” He says before abrubtly ending the call.

Someone casually sat next to you, the familiar cologne making you grin. His arms wrap around you.

“Is this warm enough?” You turn to plant a kiss on his cold lips.

Of course he’d book a flight just because you joked yesterday that he should see your view from your favorite spot.

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A/N: Will end this with pt. 5. Please continue loving me.

[telelli-writes]

new chapter posted of my 1940s time-travel tomarry fic!

this chapter featuring: tom’s abiding love of pole-vaulting to hasty conclusions, the xbox achievement unlock sound going off in tom’s brain (but it’s for a new kink unlocked), and tom making use of having a nose in this timeline by sticking it into harry’s business