#thank youuuu AH

[spielzeugkaiser]

Heeeyl

So, quick question. Kinda silly, but still.

Do you think Jaskier has a favourite haircut for Geralt's hair and beard? Like, does he prefer the short hair or the long one? And with or without beard..? (had this thought cause I finally played with this type for geralt and I'm liking it a lot, lol.

Anyway, have a great day! ^^

(PS: I love Witcher!Jaskier SO MUCH🥺😭😭)

Ahhhh, thank you!! That's so sweet! I have drawn that hairstyle so often (because I picked it for my lettenhove AU) I instantly go !!! at it. And I thought of it, but I couldn't decide, I think Jaskier loves them all - instead I'm bringing you MY favorite hairstyles, because I realized.. I have drawn a few.

Now I'm curious which one is y'alls favorite 👀

[skyloftian-nutcase]

The idea of your Shadow Link needing hugs consumed my brain. So... here.

There was someone clinging to Naydra as she emerged from the Snowfield Chasm. Link didn't think many others could see the dragons, much less have the nerve to ride them. And Naydra's aura of frost never made that easy. And the frost-bitten-whoever-they-were was slipping. Link angled himself towards the falling form, calling first in a sharp whistle to try to get the tumbling form to steady themselves, then calling out to Tulin's Sage ability to push him into the other person.

“Hold on to me!” He called.They tried, but with the frozen air still whipping around them, the second Link deployed his paraglider, they slipped, and began falling once more. No no no no no he chanted, throwing himself into a dive once more. They weren't that far off the ground. He had a fairy, it wasn't the worst fall he'd had even in the last week, so he put himself between this dragon-rider and the ground and braced himself for impact.

It hurt, but no fairy fluttered out of his pouch so after giving himself and the other person a second to breathe, he started to move towards sitting up. The person in his arms was shivering violently, Link could feel them wincing in a way that said the cold was killing them like taking a plunge into the icy waters still would for him.

“I've never seen anyone else ride a dragon. Who--?”

They were dressed in some robe-thing that looked like a piece from the gloom set the bargainer statues gave. Gray-tinted skin, white hair... and red eyes pried open to look at him. It was that shade of a hero that the Demon King summoned. It reminded him uncomfortably of the Puppet the Yiga had been using to imitate Zelda. Link gasped despite himself.

“You're Raru's knight...” The Shade Hero murmured, trying to move away from Link and only falling to his knees instead.

“Zelda’s knight first.” He corrected. The Shade was thin, too thin, like a step away from being corpse-thin like the redeads. His forehead was bleeding sluggishly. The cold would kill him if whatever had been done to him didn't. He didn't have spare cold gear but he did still have a couple items from his trip up to the Stormwind Ark. “Here.” He pulled the simple mushroom, meat, and peppers skewer from his supplies. “Can you eat this? It'll stave off the cold for a few minutes. Long enough to get to a cave anyway...” The Shade looked at him skeptically but took the skewer and tentatively took a bite, then hurriedly scarfed the whole thing. He had even more questions now, concerning ones to think about. When was the last time the Shade ate? Did he need to? Something in the Shade's posture had his knight’s oath to protect screaming at him to act. He looked so...beaten down.

“Come on.” He gestured towards the exit from the snowfield. “There's a cave at the end of the promenade. You won't freeze there and I can start a fire and...” and maybe cook something else because you're clearly hurt and/or starving.

And so Link led the Demon King's Shade of the Hero down to the cave at the end of the Lanayru promenade. Once outside the wind and safe within the regulated temperature of the cave, he started a fire, then parked the Shade in front of it before setting up a portable cook pot and pulling every blanket and spare warm item he could find in his pouch to wrap his companion in. Hot chocolate. This kid (he looked very young huddled there by the fire) needed hot chocolate.

“So, am I going to get stabbed the second I turn around?” He asked, trying to sound casual. Yiga played sympathetic on occasion for as long as several minutes, and the shock and cold still seemed to have kept Shade stunned.

“N-no. I'm not... I don't want to fight you. Please. I don't want Him to bring me back again. Don't kill me.” That was a whole lot to unpack, but it didn't take a ton of wisdom to see Shade meant it. He was terrified.

“Whoa, easy, Buddy.” Link tried to soothe, finishing with the pot and dumping two bottles of milk and a whole bunch of chocolate into the bowl. “I'm not going to do anything...” He rambled while the hot chocolate warmed, rambled about Cotla’s grotto below Kakariko, about shield surfing down the mountain chasing a beam of light, about the Stable Trotters and the Dondons down in Faron, about the thousand random tasks he'd found time to do while gathering his courage to plunge into the Depths again. Eventually, it seemed to soothe Shade. He put a mug of the warm milky-chocolate in the boy's hands and sat beside him. Shade curled into his side so much like Zelda had right after defeating the Calamity, desperate for Hylian contact. He didn't like what he could conjecture about Shade's story, and the evidence in the thin form in his arms wasn't any more comforting. He began dreaming up more ways to murder that Demon King. Pushing him off the top of the Stormwind Ark and letting him splat into the tundra was no longer enough. He needed something more painful...

JFIEOWAJFOKSAJFIEOW WAAAAAAAH AJ

I want you to know that when I first saw this I was in bed trying to convince myself to get up and this was such a comfort and amazing thing to find and read. And tonight at work I found it again and got all excited and happy and it helped me settle a bit, tonight’s been an interesting ride lol

POOR LITTLE SHADOW he was so scared when Wild asked about if he was gonna attack T-T AAHHHHH I LOVE THIS AJ

Have I mentioned that I adore this BECAUSE I ADORE THIS <3 <3 <3 <3

AH I’m going to read and reread this <3 Thank you so much for sharing <3 <3 <3 <3

[sighonaraa]

🌷🌻🌺🌼🌸🌻🌹🌻🌸🌼🌺🌻🌷

(to hoard or use at will)

such a lovely bouquet, thank you MWAH!! from the second chapter of the sun is only a God if you learn to starve:

It takes three tries for Dani to realize that something isn’t right. The first: It’s a bright, beautiful morning, and the sun is wide in the sky, and he bounds up to Jamie Tartt on the sidelines of the pitch, meeting for the second time but it all feels so new, and Jamie Tartt jolts from his outstretched hands like they’re flame-hot pokers. The second: It’s a cold, damp morning, and the world is heavy with the grey of memory, and he steps through the locker room doors and settles his hand on Jamie Tartt’s shoulder, and Jamie Tartt’s entire body goes coiled and taut, a rabbit being hunted by the dog. The third: It’s a clear, frostbitten morning, and the last faint traces of dawn cling still to the horizon, and he watches as Jamie Tartt arrives to practice late and then he goes to ask for help in defeating their mortal foes, and Jamie Tartt braces himself beneath Dani’s touch as though he has never once not been fighting. (The fourth: There’s a man in a room where he’s not supposed to be and his shadow casts shapes on the wall like monsters, and Jamie Tartt is standing in that shadow and he can’t get away.)

[y0ur3]

I'm Youre, baby ✨✨✨

Hi, I accidentally fall to this hellhole and decide to make a blog to brood in here.

It's nice to meet you all!

[stargirlstabber]

hi! try this :) https://pin.it/7yDRk3alf https://pin.it/13pr3efSy

awww, that's so sweet, thank youuu🥹😘

might or might not have fun with toshi, rinrin and samu🤭 hihi. and toji and shiu? woooo~ they are so sharing. hopefully at least hahah

love it, and the characters- wow. perfect. thank you anon :3

[leatherbookmark]

kawaii (´･。･`) jbj for @significanceofmoths 🌿

[shuicheese]

hey you reblogged an ask game the other day: 12. (Favourite type of pie/pastry) + 17 (What is your homesecreen wallpaper? phone/desktop)! 💜

12. Favourite type of pie/pastry

Answered this one here! :3c

however since pies can be savoury,,, chinkin pot pies are <3 <3 mWUAH CHEF KISS

17 What is your homesecreen wallpaper? phone/desktop

my phone rn has multiple images as wallpapers so it rotates~ varies from fanart of some stuff I like to. this

truly it's a chance either see nice art, a liminal esque space, i found or a beauty <3 I gotta change some bg actually but this is sTAYIN.my laptop's just a liminal space image because I have no idea what to put my wallpaper as~

Random Questions // Ask Meme

[spaciebabie]

i think that anita baker's You Bring Me Joy is one of the best vocal performances i have ever heard. when i first listened ta it my jaw dropped like holy cow. the passion. THE VOCAL TECHNIQUES SHE USED??? WHILE I WAS LISTENING TA IT I WAS LIKE, "SHE SANG IT LIKE THAT?! WHY HAVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF USING THAT TECHNIQUE BEFORE."

[mymp3]

hi ! .. i promise i'll get the ryoji/minato fic amount to 300 !!!! thanks so much for your kind comments on my fics lately ^_^ im really glad i stumbled onto your blog on tumblr haha cuz its true .. your minato opinions really are elite ....

- foxmulder_whereartthou

Oh! Hello Hello!!

No problem, your fics have truly been so wonderful to read. The way you write Ryoji is soo good, I can't wait to get a chance to read your other stuff. Also to know you're writing more! You're like the cool superhero here to save the tag.

Thank you for your service o7

[lytorika]

Your art is making my gender buzz like bees. Idk if I should thank you for the art or curse you for impossible standards

[curlyhairedintrovertsworld]

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@tumbwr

[loverboybrightsideghost]

11 and 20 for the music asks!

11) a song that you never get tired of

bohemian rhapsody by queen. i will never get tired of it. it will never be overrated, ever. mwah queen.

20) a song that has many meanings to you

no children! i know it's a very common fandom song (at least in the fandoms i've been in), but i love to take it and see how far i can twist the lyrics to apply to different characters lol.

[lil-ms-dipst]

Hey heads up to all my little meow-meows I am about to be without my meds for like one day minimum. My meds are for my depression and anxiety. So ummm. I might be gettin a little wild haha.

[frecklystars]

oh my gosh. I could imagine Ken giving you the horseshoe necklace and trying to pretend like he's all cool and casual and in charge. and then just exploding with happiness when you take it. I just love the part where he thinks Barbie is interested in him and the second she's in his casa house he gives that sigh with his hand to his chest. That energy. He's a total patriarchy faker. He just wants love.

Oh my God!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 YEAH I love that part, his hand over his chest exhaling with relief, because it really shows how he's just doing ALL of this SHIT because he is fighting for Barbie's attention and you can tell he is making it all up as he goes. He doesn't do it for the power; he doesn't make himself President, even though he's the one who created all of this, he buckles under pressure. This man sobbed his eyes out when he had a leadership role, my god I cannot imagine him handling President. He doesn't want to run anything, he just wants Barbie. EVERYTHING he's doing in this movie is for Barbie. It's obviously not good!! At all!! He's doing Bad Things but it's for affection rather than power

Imagine being sparked into existence and everything in your guts tells you "this is your girlfriend. she's everything. you're just ken. your whole entire existence and purpose is to make your girlfriend happy". She's understandably not in love with you because she wasn't made for you. She was made to be Barbie. She is EVERYTHING. And you're Just Ken. And you're constantly fighting for her affection but she can't give it to you the way that you crave. You were quite literally made for her, but she was not made for you. Every. Single. Thing. He. Does. In. This. Movie. IS. FOR. BARBIE. All of that is packed into that heavy sigh, that hand pressed to his little plastic heart, that small smile.

SO... in my universe/story, Barbie and Ken have already broken up (in a healthy way) long before my S/I falls into the universe. Both of them are dating my S/I, sharing her with uhhh Ken and Barbie and Barbie and Ken and Ken and Barbie and Allan etc she's just, y'know, that's just how Keri is, she loves everyone. And Ken is fine with that. Ken is sooo fine with that. Ken doesn't have that "I was MADE for Keri" feeling, but he has that "I am genuinely SO IN LOVE with Keri" feeling because he chooses to. It's natural and feels unforced. But she's spending so much time with Barbie too... understandable, he knows. She's Barbie, she's everything, and he's Just Ken.

So... Why. Does. He. Feel. So. Powerless. When he leans in to kiss his girlfriend after Barbie's big blowout dance party, and Barbie pulls Keri away at the last second, taking her to a slumber party he isn't invited to. Why does Ken feel so bad when he calls Keri's name but she can't hear him, she's too busy eating ice cream with Barbie, and she's facing away from him so she can't read his lips (hearing disorder, gotta read lips), can't hear him asking if she wants to come and watch the morning waves. Why does Ken feel this ache in his chest, all too familiar, when Keri's surrounded by this sea of Barbies and Kens, but her Ken is stuck on the outside, working so hard to fight for her attention but she just doesn't seem to hear him?

She loves him, she does. She spends as much time with him as she can, always kissing him and holding his hand, she's verbally telling him she loves him, but by the time the movie's events roll around, she's like... SO FOCUSED on Barbie to the point where Ken can't handle it at ALL, it's like nonstop 24/7 Barbie Barbie Barbie. When they cross over to the real world, he wants so desperately to hold his girlfriend's hand and have her show him around the real world... she used to live here, didn't she, so many years ago before she had a magical watch? He'd love to hear her talk about it. He wants to trace the freckles on her face with the back of his hand, wants to see her smiling in the sunlight pouring through the trees. But suddenly Barbie is dragging Keri towards the school, or dragging her to the cafeteria, or taking Keri with her in Mattel's van. and Keri, once again, too many times in one day, is slipping out of Ken's fingers, literally and figuratively. He hates that feeling, the absence of warmth from her hand, him grasping at air. It leaves him emptier each time.

So the rest of the movie's events unfold, we're at the part where Barbie Keri is supposed to be distracting Ken. She's sitting on his lap, playing with the collar of his denim vest. And you're right! He's cool and casual when he gives her the horseshoe necklace, but when he actually clasps it around her neck and sees her wearing it, it's like... something kind of snaps him awake. And he's muttering, voice cracking, "I really missed you, I was so scared you were leaving for good, I never wanted to hurt you, you know I did all of this for you, you know I--" and another Ken walks in... and Ken clears his throat and leans back, dropping the sweetness in his voice and says "anyway. Keri, go be a doll--" he holds out his open palm toward her, a smile not reaching his eyes-- "brewski beer me?" and she realizes oh. you don't want this. you don't actually want ANY OF THIS. my ken is still in there somewhere.

He still wears her bracelet. always does, regardless of the clothes he's wearing, regardless if the blue clashes with something else. It goes really well with the black jacket with lightning printed on it - a jacket Keri has commented she really likes on him, so he wears it often - his arm wraps around her shoulder and she can spot the glittery sky blue beads on his wrist, the letter "K" dangling next to two star-shaped charms. he's still her Ken and he's still somewhere in there. but it's hard to see him when Ken's not smiling at any of the other Kens, pulling her closer to him. he insists she has to wear that silver pendant. "so they all know you're mine," he growled in her ear the day he gave it to her. she doesn't mind it - she's always loved necklaces. she's... needed a new one, her old red crystal necklace still in her pocket, kept safe but rarely touched. for now. she is grateful for the silver necklace, it's nice to have the weight of it resting over her chest.

and AFTER the events of the movie when Ken is... ah, well in my universe he actually apologizes for his behavior and he works to make things right, so I'd say he is redeemed as much as he can be... he's so relieved seeing her still wear that necklace every single day. even after everything he did. she's always either wearing his necklace or Barbie's heart-shaped locket. sometimes she wears Ken's horseshoe gold ring too, the one that he wore with his western outfit when he visited the real world. he still has that urge to keep her away from the other Kens, for them to see that necklace and know she's Ken's. sometimes. he's working on it. trying to be a little less jealous. she doesn't always mind, though. she does so love when he preens himself when she "chooses" him.

but he now sees the necklace not just as "Keri is mine" but also "I am Keri's". she is always going to love him. he wishes he could have given her that pendant under better circumstances. he gifts her other trinkets sometimes too, watches, rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings... she likes this one the most, though. she likes the fond look in his eye when he notices her wearing it.

[spidernuggets]

im very intrigued and fascinated about the way you write jason! i wonder what would happen next when reader found out the man she has been lusting for is the red hood👀 (if youre up to and feel free to ignore this if you dont) for part 2 jason x reader. thank youuuu

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Part 2 to this.

MDNI

Warning: more of reader's fantasies, Jason losing his self-control, slight biting, fingering

"Ah, you're a bouncer?" You said, leaning your chin against your palm as you talked with Jason. When he asked you out on a proper date at the same place the two of you first met, you were thrilled.

Sure, you didn't want to replace your boy, Red Hood, but he didn't seem like the person who'd reveak his identity to some civilian who would oatch him up every once in a while. Plus, you haven't been dating for a while, so now you got this hunk of beef sitting right in front of you.

"Yeah, yeah.. Not at a set place, though. I move around from time to time." Jason said, sipping on his black coffee. When asking you out, he believed it would've been a breeze.

Well, it has. It wasn't awkward. It seemed like you were having a great time, and he liked that. What he didn't like was now that you told him— Well. Told Red Hood your... 'infatuation' with this newfound civilian, Jason Todd, with every glace you took with each part of his body; his legs, his arms, his hands, his fucking nose, his mind would replay those atrocious but delicious scenes you described to him: Choking you with his biceps, squishing your face with his thighs, your sopping cunt dragging over his crooked nose-

"Do you get a lot of weirdos to deal with?" You suddenly asked, breaking him out of his trance.

He shrugged, pretending that his cock wasn't semi hard right now. "Here and there." He said.

Jason would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about you before you told him about your fantasies. He remembers the ice-cold showers he had to take with his hand grasped around his cock, visualising your mouth and moans as his slick mixed with the water.

He was so ashamed. You were some innocent civilian he met, helping him out with his injuries. But that all changed when you met Jason Todd. He still felt a little humiliation thinking about you naked so easily. He taught himself to be more respectful than that. But, hey. He asked you on a date. Baby steps.

You shrugged. "Shouldn't be a problem for you, huh? With those muscles, I doubt they'd give you much threat."

You bastard.

Why the hell did you have to comment on his muscles? He felt like pouncing on you to satisfy your desire if shoving his tongue dow your throat.

He cleared his throat. "Nothing I can't handle."

"Thanks for asking me out, Jason," you said, looking up at him as the two of you stood outside. "I had fun. We should do it again sometime."

He hated you. You acted all innocent. He knew right now that you were thinking of the most filthiest things. And that's making him think of the most filthiest things. That's your fault he's thinking this way. It's totally your fault. But he wouldn't admit to himsekf that he's definitely coming over to your place as Red Hood to hear what other things you have to say about Jason.

He nodded. "I had fun, too." He lightly smiled back. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Mhm. Bye, Jason," you said as you got on your bus.

"Holy. Shit, Red." You groaned, cleaning a small wound on his arm.

"I don't wanna hear it." He gruffs.

Yes. Yes, the hell he does.

"Don't care. You should've thought twice about coming over for me to clean a scratch," you scoffed.

"As if he couldn't get any sexier, he's a goddamn bouncer. Fuuuck, I would literally pay to see him throw around some weirdos."

Red Hood turned to face you. "You know bouncers don't do that, right?"

"Shut up. Don't interrupt me. Anyway. I literally would've let him kiss me there. Slow and soft, hard and wet, who cares, I'd accept either. And if we weren't in a damn cafe, I would've let him bend me over that stulid table."

Jason didn't realise how good his self-control was. If he was alone, he'd be rock hard. Hell, he'd probably already be cumming.

"There. All done." You said, tossing the blood-stained wipes into the bin. "What?" You said when you turned around, seeing Red Hood stare silently at you.

It was stupid, really. Jason Todd and Red Hood are the same person. The same person that you were thinking so dirty of. But you didn't know that. So, you talking about wanting to fuck 'some other guy' instead of him pissed him off. He wanted you to tell him directly.

Ah. Maybe that's why he wasn't hard.

"You literally saw me beat people to a pulp, and you're worked up about this guy being a bouncer? One whose job isn't to toss people around?" He gruffed, a scowl on his face.

"You jealous?" You smirked. "I told you so many times. I'd be interested in you if I knew what you look like. You're hot as fuck... But at the same time I don't know if you're hot as fuck."

"You're really fucking annoying, you know that?" He said, standing up, making you scrunch your brows together.

"What?—"

"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up about your weird sexual desires about this guy you went on ONE date with?" Jason doesn't know what he's doing. Or what he's saying. He wants to do all that shit with you. Make you scream, make you cum, make you feel good. It's not your fault you don't know, but he doesn't want to blame himself for wanting you so much.

You rolled your eyes. "I told you not to come back if you didn't wanna kno—"

Jason tore his helmet off, his eyes blown, and his cheeks flushed. It was just hot under his helmet, he guesses.

"Oh, what the fuck." You said, your shoulders sagging and your jaw dropped as he revealed himself to you. Though your shock quickly changed to embarrassment.

Oh my fucking god, you just told this guy the most horrid things you'd let him do to you.

Jason stormed his way right in front of you, towering over you. "How many times, huh?" He repeated. "I told you to shut up, but you never fucking listen."

His rough voice was supposed to be threatening. But why the hell were your legs clenched together at the way he shadowed over you? Why the hell was his snarled face and gritted teeth making you want to get on your knees.

"Your face.. that face.." He lowly said, pointing his finger between your eyes. "You're doing it again! You're letting that vulgar brain think again! Do you know how hard it was today? Having to take you on a date without wanting you to drag you to an empty aisle and fuck you senseless?" His hands moved to your hips, gripping them tight as his touch sent a wave of heat rushing to your core.

"The fuck- I didn't know!How the hell was I supposed to know you were Red Hood!" You defended yourself, though he ignored it.

"Come here." He demanded, tmdragging you dmto the couch. He sat down, pulling you with him. You stumbled over him, your ass rutting against his crotch, making him groan as your back was flush against his chest.

Jason left one hand resting on your hip, bringing his other arm to wrap around your neck. "This what you wanted, sweetheart?" He said spitefully.

You gasped, your hands instantly holding onto his forearm. Holy shit, it's happening. You don't know whether to be scared or excited.

"Jason.." You squeaked, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"What? I thought this was what you wanted." He lowly said, giving your hips a squeeze before trailing his hand down to your thigh, rubbing it up and down. He then flexed his other arm, just a bit to put slight strain to your throat.

It was pathetic when you let out a small whine. He barely touched you, yet you can feel your panties soaking up already.

Jason took your chin between his index and thumb, turning your head to look at him. "Is this what you wanted?" He lowly asked as his lips just barely grazed over yours.

"Yes.." You whispered, leaning closer just to feel more of his lips. Jason let out a guttural groan as he pressed his lips against yours, his hand tightly gripping your thigh while you couldn't help but whimper, finally feeling his chapped lips.

As Jason dragged his tongue over your bottom lip, seeking entrance, you made no hesitation giving him what he wanted. And finally, your dreams of him stuffing your mouth with his tongue have been fulfilled.

While his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, his hand was inching up your thigh, tracing the waistband of your sweatpants before his fingers trailed inside, gliding over your soaked panties

"Shit.. Wet already?" Jason muttered against your lips as your hips stuttered among his hold.

"Fuck— Red, I swear if you're gonna spend the next 20 minutes teasing me, I'm kicking you out and finishing this off myself," you hissed impatiently.

"Needy, needy, needy," Jason shook his head and clicked his tongue as his fingers moved in circular motions over your clothes cunt, making you whine and throw your head back over his shoulder.

"Oh.. Yes, just like that.." You muttered, grasping onto his bicep.

Jason's ego skyrocketed at your cute moans as his hand found its way under your panties, feeling your sopping sex as your breath shuddered, begging for more.

He groaned at your pleas, his fingers pinching at your clit as you whined, turning your head as you sunk your teeth just barely into his arm while Jason let out a whispered curse.

He let two of his fingers find their way into your cunt, pumping in and out, the lewd, squelching sounds and moans filling up your living room.

"Fuck! Faster— Please!" You whined as your hips bucked against his hand, making Jason oblige to your begging as he quickened the pace.

You felt your stomach knotting up as your breath was caught in your throat, your other hand reaching up behind you, grasping at Jason's hair. He knew you were close as he continued to pump his thick fingers inside of your pussy while his thumb rubbed against your throbbing clit, his lips pressing soft, reassuring kisses to your neck.

Your back arched as you felt yourself let go, your cum soaking both his fingers and your panties. Jason moved his arm from your neck to your waist, supporting you up while you panted, turning your head to face him while he pressed a kiss to your forhead.

"Fuck.. Jason.. I—" Before you could get up, Jason grabbed your waist, pushing you down to lie on the couch while he hovered over you, pressing his knee between your legs.

"Hold on, sweet thing. Did you think we were finished?" He muttered. "No, no... there's so much that you wanted me to do to you... And I'm gonna make sure you don't miss out.."

i'll personally pay for everyone's therapy after reading this, I'm so sorry, writing smut isn't my forte

@little-miss-naill @viylikescats @jasontoddsthunderthigh @bizarresuperflaw @927roses-and-stuff @myromanempiree @heylosers06 @doorflameburnt @kurai-hono-blog @linasymphonia @blacksiren777 @diamondnightsky23 @lizzyk137

[cassiopeiasdaughter]

Hi can I get a 📝 for Theodore Nott with ; “I know you can take it.”

Maybe some smut ;)

Thank youuuu!

warning: smut!! if you know me, no you don't :))

It was a stupid question, really…

“When did the Gargoyle strike happen?”, Pansy had asked during breakfast. She was busy, writing an essay on the Gargoyle Strike but couldn’t remember the exact date; and could not be bothered to search for the answer in the library. Not when her friends were human sized encyclopedias.

“1910.”, “1911.” You and Theo said at the same time.

“I think you are wrong love, I can clearly remember 1910.”, he said with smirk tilting his head to the side.

“No no, it was in 1911, I am sure.”, you insisted

“And what happens if you’re wrong?”, he said in a voice reserved only for you.

You smiled at him and opened your mouth to reply when a groan cut you off “Please shut up, it is way too early for this.”, Draco whined resting his forehead on his hand, causing you both to laugh.

You grabbed an orange from the table and gave Theo a quick kiss on the lips before standing up; “I am right. See you later.”, you waved your hand goodbye and exited the Great Hall. 

After classes were over you ran to the library, adamant to prove to your boyfriend that he had been wrong, and the Gargoyle Strike did in fact take place in 1911. You smiled to yourself as you found, the book you needed, and sprinted to Theos dorm room, to celebrate there…

Something worth mentioning is that; Theodore Nott is stubborn, smart and an insufferable know-it-all. But most importantly, he is a sore-loser.

“1911!.”, you shouted as you entered the room, with a smug look on your face, startling him, “Here.” , you said pointing at the book “I was right, you are wrong. Told you.” You finished with a smirk.

“Is that right?”, he asked looking up at you through his lashes 

You could see his eyes darkening, as his gaze grew more intense, with every second that passed. It set off fireworks inside your body, and you smiled in anticipation, “Yes”.

Yeah, he definitely is a sore-loser you think now, as you lay on his bed, with your face pressed on the mattress and your back arched, aching in a way you had been craving all week.

He is knelt behind you, keeping you parted with his fingers, and devouring your core. You can’t remember how many minutes have passed, or how many times you’ve finished. You know that he still hasn’t entered you, stretched you in that delicious way you need. Your pussy throbs against his face and you whine at the emptiness.

Your words are muffled by the pillows and the mattress, but he can hear your whines and groans; your voice and your wetness being the only noises in the room.

Then, you feel him grunt and you flutter around his tongue, causing his laugh to leave an echo inside you. He kisses your thighs as he pushes his fingers inside, releasing a filthy moan from your mouth. You turn your head to look at him, his lips are red and swollen and his hair is messy; from your hands pulling at it all this time, nails almost scraping his skull. His eyes are focused and as they catch yours he smirks and curls his fingers in that spot that sends shivers from your spine down to your toes. 

His face and hands; the way his big and cold ring feels inside you- sends you over the edge, for the third or fourth time tonight and you open your mouth in a silent scream, while rocking your hips in sync with his fingers.

You tremble lightly as he takes his fingers out and removes his pants and underwear; freeing himself, hard and leaking.

He teases you, drags his cock through your folds, overstimulating you “Theo” you moan “its..too ah- much.” 

He laughs and leans forward kissing up your spine, moving to your neck and whispering in your ear “I know you can take it.” making you groan and clench around nothing.

He enters you then, painfully slowly at first and you moan; at the fullness, at the orgasm that just passed and the new one that threatens to come.

He moves, once he is fully inside and you chant his name like a prayer. 

His deep breath at the back of your neck, the feeling of the emerald-green sheets rubbing against your nipples with each thrust and his hand snaking up and closing around your neck feel primal.

Everything feels too much and not enough at the same time. But, when you listen to the sound your bodies make as they are joined and the smell that is spreading in the room, all your senses heighten and you reach your climax, once more. He is quick to follow and as soon as he does, he turns your head to kiss your lips, without pulling out.

You smile into the kiss and he deepens it as you reach back to lightly touch his face and hair. Your body is limp at his hands and you lean on his chest after you let him raise you two up, sitting on your knees.

He kisses your shoulder and drags your hair to the side, exposing your neck to him. You can see his fingers trace your body, drawing patterns on your chest and belly. He reaches down then and you feel him growing hard again as he rubs at your clit, lightly-playfully at first. 

You throw your head back and moan his name as you shiver. He kisses your ear and whispers “One more, be good and give me one more.”

Theo might not like losing, but you love it.

A/N: me and who?

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