#theadora

[meetmymouth]

cuore mio

from the series theadora.

for anon. smut. oral (f receiving), spitting, daddy kink, public sex.

"They're– Harry," she pushes his head away, and Harry lets out a groan, lips still puckered and wet from his kisses. "They're there..."

He looks up at the crowd in question.

Everyone's either drunk or too hot to care about anything around them. They're either singing, reading, or just taking a nap. He bites his bottom lip, looks around the small deck area they're on, and spots her beach towel she's been using as a pillow as she sunbathed before Harry interrupting her.

She watches him yank the towel away from where it's been sitting, and he opens it.

"What are you doing?" She laughs, eyes darting between the towel and Harry's boney fingers as he places it over their laps. "We look suspicious as fuck."

"They don't care," he murmurs into her neck, grabbing her by the side of it to move her closer to his face.

His kisses are slow, practiced, and wet. He smells of the beach, and the sunscreen she'd put on him a few hours ago.

And a bit of sweat.

She grabs him by the back of his neck, suddenly feeling too brave, and he opens his mouth, tongue finding hers as he sucks it into his own mouth. He smiles into the wet kiss, smiles at the noises she's making, knowing full-well he's got her under his spell.

Harry moves to her chin, then the side of her chin, her neck, then back up. He kisses her cheek with open-mouth kisses, and she giggles, hands grabbing him roughly, pressing him into her.

He lets out a growl when her hand touches his belly, then his cock over the shorts he's wearing. "You're so fuckin' hot," he whispers, forehead pressed against the crook of her neck. "So fuckin' hot."

"You are," she whispers, eyes trying to find his gaze.

He looks feral, eyes darting between each and every feature on her face.

He looks like a man on mission.

His hands say so.

"Yeah?" He bites the side of her neck. Hard. "I'm hot?"

She nods, watching his hand disappear under the towel.

She knows what's coming.

His warm hand cups her pussy over the tiny bikini bottoms she has on, and he lets out a moan, clearly not liking the fact that he has to work with yet another layer.

"Yes," she nods, voice quiet. "You're so hot, H."

"God– fuck," he bites into her shoulder, teeth almost breaking the skin. His fingers work the bikini bottoms and finally, they're pushed to the side, creating access for his long fingers. "You're so fuckin' wet."

She hides her face in the crook of his neck, smelling him, the smell of beach and sweat, and Harry retracts his fingers, quickly bringing them up to his mouth. He looks up at their friends, then back at her, and puts his fingers in his mouth, then moves his hand back under the towel.

She opens her legs wider, as discreetly as she can, and he breathes into her neck while his fingers rubs her pussy. He finds his rhythm quickly, the way she likes it, and she can't help but grab his other hand and place his fingers into her mouth. He rubs her pussy with his middle finger, bringing her slick up and down, and she bites his fingers in hopes of staying quiet.

She feels the coil in her stomach, so deep inside, and when he finds her hole, his palm pressing against her clit every time he pumps his fingers in and out, she feels like something gives up inside her. She feels hot, too hot, and she feels as though she's going to pee if Harry doesn't slow down.

She says as much while he licks the underside of her ear, lips then finding her earlobe and sucking on it as his fingers fucks into her harshly.

"Slower," she manages to whisper into his fingers. She licks them, kisses them, and Harry can't help but nod, hand going to wrap around her neck in a practiced manner.

His thumb strokes the side of her neck while he fucks into her with his long fingers, wet lips kissing and sucking on her warm, probably-sweaty skin.

"I love you," he chokes out, palm still creating friction against her clit. "I love you so much," he whispers, lips finding hers again.

She answers back, with her own kisses, wet mouths creating obscene sounds, and they're lucky Xander has decided to play music very loudly in the distance.

"Harry," a breath leaves her mouth, teeth clinking together, and he nods.

"Oh God," she fights his kisses, feeling too much all at once, and she leans her head back as Harry follows.

It's like he can't get enough of her mouth.

He abuses her lips with his, wet kisses all over her face, her mouth, and she feels his spit running down her chin, so she lets out another moan, hips already bucking up to meet the thrust of his fingers.

She feels it on the tips of her toes, her hands, her stomach.

Her cunt.

Everything feels on fire.

She's on fire.

"Gonna come for me?" Harry asks, voice raspy and low, and he licks the saliva that's running down her chin back into her mouth. He's clearly not looking for a response as he kisses her.

She can't help but nod weakly still, hand pressed against his. Then, she moves it to his upper body, fingers finding his pecks as she strokes the hair on his chest, then holds onto his necklace as he keeps fucking and rubbing her cunt.

"Come on," he nods, hair falling against his sweat-covered forehead. "Gonna come for me? For Daddy?"

"Oh fuck– fuckfuckfuck I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Yeah, that's it," his abuse on her cunt becomes rough, almost more focused. Feral. He fucks another finger into her pussy as she squeezes around his fingers, and she moves her hips against his palm as she begins coming undone. "That's my girl. That's my good fuckin' girl," he bites her chin, making her lean into the touch. "Doesn't even care that we're in public..."

She feels like she's in a dream, Harry's fingers still deep inside her.

"No..." she moans– whispers more like.

"No," Harry agrees, forehead pressing in the crook of her neck. He licks there once, then leaves a kiss. "She doesn't care. You'll give it to me whenever and wherever we are, won't you, baby?"

"I love you," she nods, feeling cold all of a sudden, despite his fingers being inside her.

She feels him smile against her neck, and he looks up. "I love you. So much."

"Yeah?" She feels the need to ask. Again.

"I love you so, so fuckin' much," he kisses her cheek, his free hand wiping the saliva off her chin, and cheeks. "You're my heart."

"I am?"

"You are. You are everything."

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[goldenlilium-ocs]

Tag the OC with no romantic relationship

[solemn-marauders]

When they’re not playing against each other, Sebastian is a Beater for Slytherin and Thea is a Chaser for Gryffindor, she goes absolutely feral for her beau during his matches.

It pisses Imelda off to no end when he’s constantly absent from the post-match debriefs because he’s desperate to meet his girl. It’s the motivation from these post-match rendezvous that propel Sebastian to becoming one of the best Beaters Hogwarts has ever seen.

7th Year (aged up) Sebastian and Thea by my dear-to-me @ponfarrdraws

[feyroon]

my hobbit Thea pregnant with her son looking very cute 💜 i missed her

[brittlebutch]

I genuinely love the way Billie holds herself with my whole heart; more characters need to start doing it like her <3

[riviere-cartia]

[ll-underestimated-ll]

@earlgreyritae

[sesiondemadrugada]

New York, New York (Martin Scorsese, 1977).

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Book names + authors under the cut

Maya/Claire- Far From the Tree by Robin Benway

Rebecca Laughlin/Theadora Calligaris- The Inheritance Games by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Alexander Vass/Colin Hyland- If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

Delilah Green/Claire Sutherland- Delilah Green Doesn’t Care by Ashley Herring Blake

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Liza Minnelli, New York, New York by Theadora Van Runkle

[meetmymouth]

i feel like theadora!y/n would love to tease harry about how hot his dad bod is knowing damn well he doesn’t actually have one askdjsjd

He emerges from the bathroom, a green towel snugly wrapped around his hips with another green one securely holding his short hair. She laughs behind her hand, knowing he doesn’t actually need the towel for his hair, but lets it go.

She goes back to her book.

Harry hums along to a song he’s probably heard earlier when they were cooking with the radio on, and tries to gather everything from his newly organised drawers for his grand nightly routine.

“Lookin’ good, daddy,” she muses from where she’s sitting on the bed, book now closed on her lap.

He looks up with furrowed eyebrows, clearly not expecting it.

He looks really young, despite the stache he’s been growing for a while, and she thinks the towel on his head plays a big part.

He purses his pink lips, one of her hand creams in his hand. “Did you just call me ‘daddy’?”

“Yep.”

“No, no… don’t,” he goes back to rummaging through her drawers. She knows he’s looking for the foot cream she’d splurged on despite him making fun of her at the time. “Not when we’re not— you know… having sex.”

She lets out a laugh. “It wasn’t meant to be sexual anyway.”

He looks up again. “Oh.”

“You’re a dad, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but…”

“A DILF.”

He groans, and walks over to the bed. He sits on his side of the bed, but not before letting the towel drop. “Don’t start.”

“I just love it!” She smiles, though the sweet smile turns into one that’s cheekier. “You know how people talk about DILFs and hot dads… dad bods…” she trails, and looks up at him, already finding his eyes on her.

His gaze looks dark.

“Dad bod?” He scoffs.

“Um,” she knows where she’s— where they’re going with this.

“Like…” he tries to look and sound nonchalant, applying the cream to his feet.

She watches his back muscles, and his bum— and the way it looks soft and squished against the duvet.

She laughs again when he doesn’t say anything else.

Until he does.

“Like,” he carries on. “Beer bellies and chubby cheeks, y’mean?”

“What?” She laughs.

“Dad bodies. Are you telling me—” he quickly gets up, and turns to the full length mirror. He studies his body. “Oh fuck off, I look fuckin’ hot. Right?”

“Babe…” She moves over to him, and places her hands on his hips, chin on his shoulder. She kisses the freckles there. “Even if you did have a beer belly and chubby cheeks… you’d still be hot. Having all that… it doesn’t mean you’re not hot.”

“Sorry, it’s just. I found a grey hair and then a few in my stubble.”

She lets out a laugh, and hugs him closer to her chest. They look ridiculous, cuddled up with Harry naked, but she loves the feeling of his strong body against hers.

“That’s okay.”

“I think,” he takes a deep breath. He turns around, his hands finding her growing belly. “It’s just hit me— I’m getting old. I have two daughters.”

“If you’re getting old, I’m getting old, too!”

“Yeah but. I don’t know. I guess. I’m a bit nervous.”

“You know I love you, right? We love you.”

He smiles, leans into the touch— her hands now on his cheeks. She strokes his cheekbones, and presses a kiss on his chin.

“I love you guys.”

“And… you do look fuckin’ hot.”

He grins. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. Very. It’s like. Not fair, how hot you are. It’s not even just your body,” she moves her hands down his body, stopping on his stomach, on the butterfly. “It’s everything that makes you you.”

“Keep going…”

She chuckles. She pinches—tries to—his abs. “And I love seeing you take care of our family. Thea… and now her,” they both look down at her belly. Harry places one hand there, and strokes the warm skin under her t-shirt. “I fall in love with who you are— who you’ve become every day.”

[reds1981]

Theadora Van Runkle’s costume sketches for Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde (1967)

[feralcherry]

If your OC had an unlimited about of time and money for a hobby, what would they do?

I'm just seeing this omg

Anyways, I'll run with two of my current ocs.

Theadora would probably just do her job but with the benefit of unlimited time and money. She LOVES working for the American Bureau of Magic because she gets to travel the world and learn about Ancient Magic. She's in a gopher role right now with retrieval of items but she'd love to just go at her own pace and follow her intuition.

Nokia would have a million hobbies that are half finished because she realizes she does not have the skills needed to maintain them in the bg3 world. Like half-finished quilts, etc. She'd be baking a LOT though as that's one thing she can do on the side. She can also play her violin. So she'll have a few options. Plus she can always use that time to actually learn whatever she wants, given she's not running from literal death at that point lolol

[solemn-marauders]

When Ominis tells them to "get a room", he didn't mean his and Sebastian's shared dormitory.

Sebadora by the wildly talented ponfarr.

[feyroon]

what if they had the cutest dwobbit son you’ve ever seen…i don’t know what to name him. Been playing around with names that mean “cloud” because of his fluffy hair but haven’t found anything yet

i don’t know how to draw babies. Kili (The Hobbit) and my OC Theadora Silverstring