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randomgurl2326 · 2 months
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Make Me Forget
Theodore Nott x best friend!reader
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I just sorta started writing all of the sudden…
Warnings: NSFW!!! Fingering, no actual p in v, praising
You breathe in through the tears. Here you are at your best friend’s dorm, crying. You breathe in and build the courage to do it. You raise your fist to the door.
Knock. Knock
The door swings open and Theo, clad in his sweater and shorts. He sees you crying and leads you in by your shoulder.
“Dolcezza, what happened? Y/N?” At the lack of response from you he becomes worried. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”
You look up into his dazzling blue eyes that would make you swoon any day and fiddle with the hem of your skirt. Your mouth opens then closes in the same second. This time you wipe a tear and look him dead in the eyes and whimper out, “make me forget. Make me forget, Theo… please.”
He looks puzzled but you leave no time for questions when you take him by the neck and kiss him fiercely. He kisses back with as much vigor and makes you moan at the feel of his soft lips on your chapped ones.
Theo pull back, panting a bit, “dolcezza-“
You shush him softly with the tear stains on your face, “I need this. I need you.”
The Nott boy waits only a split second and crashes his lips on yours. He pulls you onto his lap. He hears you moan, getting wetter with each second.
Theodore pants and starts to buck his hips up. At the feel of his hips you whine and push him back onto the bed by his chest. He watches as you take off your shirt; button by button by button. Slowly teasing him, the lace of your bra cutting through.
He moans as you start to grind on him, “Dolcezza. Y/N. Do you want this? Truly? We can stop right now.”
“I need you. I need you to take the pain, the tears away. I need you, Theodore,” you lean down and kiss him right on the jugular and kiss up his jaw, cheekbones, until you reach his lips.
Theo reaches behind you thighs, slowly creeping his fingers up the inside of your plush thighs. Once he reaches your panties he feels the wetness seeping from them. “So wet, cara mia. kiss All for me?”
You roll your hips at into his hand at the question and quietly whimper, “a-all for you. Ahh. Fuck me.” The statement came as a plead as you sat up on his waist line. The boy lifts up onto his elbows as he peers through his lashes at you.
He trails his fingers from the inside of your thighs to your perfect waist, and lands on the ample plush of your tits. “Why so perfect for me?” He quickly rolls you over so you’re down on the bed. “So needy, dolcezza.”
You moan as he kisses down your neck. You reach down to pull his shirt over his head. You whisper as you trace your fingers along the indentures of his sun-kissed skin, “make love to me, Teddy. I need it.”
Theo leans down and kiss your lips and down your jaw all the way to your shoulder, “your wish is my command, dolcezza.”
He feels you bring your needy hands to his belt buckle and feels you incessantly tug on it, “I got it, tesoro. Let me make you feel good.”
As he undoes his belt he kisses bruises into your neck that won’t go away for days to come. Naught of consequences as he hears your moans of pleasure.
“Theo. Theo. Ne-need your fingers. Please.” Your beg makes him harder than he already is. His veiny hands go down and tease your panties, “all you needed to do was ask, darling.”
You feel his fingers lift the waistband of your panties and split your pussy lips. The wanton moans reach a peak as he find your clit. “C’mon, baby. That’s it, that’s it. You’re so good for me.”
The slow, teasing circles on your clit are maddening, just as you’re about to complain he speeds his fingers up and kisses you. Your spit mixes together as you both pant against each other. As you moan his name you feel his middle finger slide into you. As you flinch at the stretch he soothes you, “it’s okay, it okay. I’m gonna move it now, okay? See? Feels good.” You nod as your closed eyes and open mouth pass along everything that needs to be said. “Yeah, yeah. Good, baby. Feels good, right?”
The pleasure of his thumb rubbing your clit and his middle finger massaging your walls ensnares you. You whimper and the next second a white flash comes across you as you cum. “Teddy! Theo. Theo.” The tears come back as you succumb to the pleasure.
Theo stops his ministrations fearing that he’d hurt you, “Dolcezza? Did I hurt you?” You smile as the tears trail down your face and you bring him down to peck your lips, “no. No. That felt amazing.”
He smiles softly and kisses your salty tears, “you, my beautiful girl, deserve the fucking world.”
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Um? Don’t know where that came from. I truly don’t. First time actually writing smut (or somewhat smut??). I think I’m gonna make a part two where he asks why she came to him. I’ll keep you guys updated. Also, I am very, very sorry to all of my Andromeda and Perseus: Destined readers. I know I promised to get more chapters out but I got sick and I was NOT feeling it.
Thank you for reading!!! I love you ALL!!!!💚💜
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muirmarie · 3 months
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do you think when McCoy or Kirk are hurt, does Spock panic and check for their heartbeat in the wrong place and then panic even more when it's just the liver quietly chilling there. do you think McCoy makes fun of him mercilessly once it's confirmed that everyone is okay, and Spock has to gather his shattered dignity and pretend he just needed to check the liver for scientific reasons and also human bodies are stupid and it's not HIS fault. and then Jim tries to do damage control like, hey, i think livers are neat! And that of course makes it worse, and Spock goes off To Sulk until McCoy bullies him into taking a first aid refresher, which actually does make him feel better?
i think that happens. i think it happens twice. Spock's so angry the second time he says Very Mean Things about human organs. He makes a powerpoint, actually.
(McCoy makes him sit down for a one-on-one human anatomy class after the powerpoint fiasco, but it's a very hands-on course so Spock doesn't protest too much.)
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cartoonhostage · 11 months
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I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT @somerandomdudelmao ‘S TURTLE CASEY I PROMISE (lying) (lying a lot)
The SOUND THAT I MADE when I saw the reveal page is something I’ll never be able to replicate.
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coffeenonsense · 2 years
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you're a medieval peasant out with the lads for a pint, talking shit about how you're never gonna die (as you do) when you get approached by a skinny weirdo who tells you "alright bet see you here in 100 years then" and then fucks off until it's actually been? A 100 years? And you aren't dead? So you go back to the tavern and the weirdo is there and tells you "yeah you can live as long as you want, just meet me for dinner once a century and tell me how things are going" so you just...do that. And the next time you see the stranger, who you're beginning to suspect doesn't own clothes in colors that aren't black or darker black, he fucking abandons you to talk to some shit maudlin playwright EVEN THOUGH you just met the queen and have clearly prepared a king's feast for the both of you and then it's a 100 years again and the shit playwright's works are suddenly good and being talked about everywhere and you're getting attacked by a crazy lady but somehow the stranger makes her see ghosts with a handful of sand? And flirts with you (you're pretty sure) so the next time you see him you're like "ah okay we're friends now right?" and for absolutely no reason this offends the fuck out of the stranger, who marches out onto the street like it's a runway for Lonely Brooding so you figure he'll cool off in a 100 years but he doesn't show so you spend an evening getting absolutely smashed wondering what the last 600 years of your life even were and then it's a 130 years later and your goth asshole is standing in front of you smiling and calling you his friend. You smile back. He sits down and you start to chat. You still don't know this guy's fucking name.
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see-arcane · 6 months
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As I looked, the eyes saw the sinking sun, and the look of hate in them turned to triumph. But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan's great knife. I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat; whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris's bowie knife plunged into the heart. It was like a miracle; but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumble into dust and passed from our sight. I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.
I don't know what's getting to me about this scene this time around, but I can't help imagining a cinematic beat in which Dracula, head cleaved from his shoulders, steel through his heart, looks to Jonathan. Fire-eyed, white-haired, triumphant against his personal nemesis and would-be keeper at last.
For just a moment, Dracula is whoever he was before he was an inhuman monster. A great man? A warlord? A hero or a horror in human flesh depending on the history. But a man again, whatever else. He looks at Jonathan.
Maybe he sees him.
Maybe he sees someone else. Some long ago youth who lived and died and was remade in profane immortality for the sake of supernatural strength, taught by ancient Powers beneath a distant mountain. A youth who would sell his soul to accomplish his goal.
As the sun sets red, Dracula sees that long-ago youth victorious but not yet damned--the man conquering the monster--and, for the first time in centuries, thinks he sees his reflection. The hunter, the warrior, the victor. How strange not to see him in armor. When did you change your sword? Ah, well.
You did it just the same. You did it...
(What was his name before all this? Memory is cracking, turning to powder in his mind. His name is...his name was...)
((No, no, old man. He is not you. You know. You know he is--he's--))
Voiceless, his lips move. Red a final time as his throat's foam bleeds up and out of the stained mouth.
Thank you, my friend.
There is time enough to smile before he crumbles away to sleep.
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hayaku14 · 5 months
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KAISHIN STANS WE EATING GOOD
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charleslovemustdie · 7 months
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all they want is to be held
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jeeaark · 6 days
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So. Looked at egg lad's grown up stats. Egg baby is. Interesting! Terrifying!
Can't help but see egg baby be Arabella's very helpful friend in next upcoming big adventure I'll tell you that. Already has the weirdest origin backstory for it. 'Oh yeah, I was raised by two weirdo rogue illithids and the Prince of the Comet's Champion, No biggie. My brother and I hatched on the same day- What? Oh no, my brother is an owlbear. Don't even get me started on who my aunts and uncles are.'
I don't quite understand how the sending letters work in BG3, so I'm resorting to ye ol' DnD style Sending Spell instead. Pretty sure Gale could easily figure out how to bend the fabric of reality to use one of those.
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ahappydnp · 2 months
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i hope dan meant it when he said he's drilling the message into his brain. i hope he knows how much he matters and how he is also so critically important and it's absolutely not just generic positivity. hope he realizes how many lives he has spectacularly and irrevocably changed for the better.
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 2 months
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ive been absolutely enthralled by the tiniest glimps of First in @zhinchino 's Bard Randy AU here and i've got such a one track mind because i was like instantly ELF FIRST ELF FIRST and well
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very-uncorrect · 2 months
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When they first started travelling together Tails would run off and hide somewhere whenever he was scared since he still didn't trust anyone to fully protect him and was still scared that Sonic's kindness may be temporary and that he'd abandon him at some point.
One day, after enough time has passed since Sonic took him in, he finally fully realises that Sonic has fully intended to be his guardian since about 2 seconds after they first met
Not long after a super violent thunderstorm rolls in and Tails runs to Sonic for protection, snuggling into him, hiding his face in the other's chest, whilst Sonic is trying not to vibrate in excitement because holy shit his kid finally trusts him to protect him after so long
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whysopasta · 11 months
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a mildly out-of-context comic from my au
[ > ] / [> (digital alt)]
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seriouslycalamitous · 4 months
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Tubbo swearing he’s gonna do everything in his power to break Hideduo up…
All I’m hearing is that I should write a fic about Tubbo going through wacky hijinks to ruin their date and it just makes things more romantic.
Like setting off sprinklers to interrupt them on a walk together, but now they’re sharing an umbrella and blushing about it.
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squidkid15 · 10 months
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POV you finally noticed the odd shaped lump of blankets
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kneelingshadowsalome · 4 months
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I was thinking about how the only other AU that could rival the highschool sweetheart in terms of König tortureTM is the virgin reader AU which naturally led me to thinking…can we combine the two? 👀👀👀
She could either tell him upfront or he only finds out after wildly taking her from the back and making her cum, and then notices small traces of blood, he nervously asks if she’s on her period (he wanted to hurt her yes but not like THIS) and she shyly looks up at him and tells him it was her first time and how incredible it felt
and he’s just standing there slack jawed because he missed it?? The look in her eyes as he took her virginity? Not to mention he did non of the things he promised he would do if a sweet girl offered her “flower” to him, no hand holding, no soft gentle kisses or going down on her for an hour to make sure she’s nice and relaxed for him or telling her how wonderful she was. Just thrusting in like a mad horny dog!? Did she do it on purpose?!
Lmao she’s laying there wish flushed cheeks and a content smile and he’s staring at the ceiling with a thousand yard stare
Ooooh my goodness anon your brain… I’M SHOOK ❤️
Imagine König’s horror when she shyly confesses that she has saved herself for him. That she never found anyone worthy of her flower because she always thought it would be him who takes it from her.
It’s just this silly daydream she had... She knows it’s a bit stupid, but to her, it was always him and no one else. She dreamed about how good it would be with him, how he would make her cum on her first time, how in love they would be… But then he went away, and no one ever compared. It just somehow didn’t feel right. Luckily she had the courage to contact him and now they’re here, who knew! Her dreams finally came true!
They lay side by side, König stiff as a plank as she slips her hand in his, traces of her “flower” still on his cock, she giggles and gives him a kiss on the cheek – was it that good for him too? He looks like he got hit by a rock! Oh, and is it true that men fall asleep right afterwards…? Wouldn’t be a surprise after that… He sounded like a gorilla in heat! *more giggling*
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Fox Mulder doesn't have the "I Want To Believe" poster there because he's crazy. He doesn't have it there to broadcast his beliefs or as a mantra or to remind him to always look for aliens.
Fox Mulder keeps that "I Want To Believe" sign above his desk to remind him of his own internal biases.
That sign hangs above Mulder's desk to remind him of his own shortcomings and flaws. He's aware that he's a hack with dangerous beliefs and prone to flights of fancy and maybe even delusions. He's aware that he's desperately searching for aliens and monsters where there are only men doing bad things. And he has to remind himself of that, constantly.
That's why he's thrilled when he meets Scully and she challenges his beliefs, says that logically aliens don't exist. He's thrilled when she tells him to cut the crap in the pilot episode. He needs someone to challenge him. He needs someone who won't take his shit and put up with his flights of fancy. And he knows it. He's been dealing with himself for years and he feels relief and joy when Scully comes in and says enough of your bullshit. We're doing this my way. With science and logic. He isn't smiling and teasing her because he thinks he's smarter and better than her. He's smiling because she's exactly the person he needs in his life.
That's why he tells her right away that he's a UFO freak with trauma about his sister and a true believer. Not because he's trying to convince her to believe, but because he needs her to understand where he's coming from and what's wrong with him. So she can understand that either he's a dangerous lunatic himself, or he's delving into a dangerous conspiracy and either way she could be collateral damage if she stays with him. He spends the pilot episode reckoning with the idea that either he's a maniac or he's pulling this young fresh detective into danger. When she starts agreeing with him he gets upset, talks her out of it.
Mulder keeps that sign above his desk to remind himself to look into the "reasonable logical" explanations. He keeps that sign on his desk because he knows he's flawed and biased and frankly, dangerous.
He tells Scully exactly what he thinks is happening and about all the crazy stuff he believes not because he's trying to convince her to believe too, but so she can be his sounding board. So she can throw his illogical bullshit back in his face and remind him to look past his own biases and paranoia and quasi-religious zealotry. Because he knows he needs that. He knows he's in a conspiracy brained echo chamber of his own making and having a slow-burn mental breakdown. And he sees Scully as salvation from himself. As another figure in his quasi-religious belief system. The savior.
As the series develops he relies on her more and more to reality check him. Literally reality check him and manage what he worries might all be a delusion.
Mulder pretends he's confident and all the constant criticism and sidelong glances don't get to him and that might be true because he doesn't respect those people but he respects Scully. And he needs someone he respects to tell him when he's wrong, when he's being biased or actively delusional. Scully is his salvation. She's compassionate about his trauma and the reasoning behind his beliefs, but confident and logical enough to tell him when it's all bullshit. She's his savior, his rock, and often his only real connection to material reality.
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