#:: Bass; Rival ::
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(Just a dumb idea I had about how Bass’s obsession with Megaman looks like to Protoman)
Protoman: Bass how come you’re so obsessed with Megaman??
Bass: Huh? Wtf do you mean? I’m normal-! I’m very much normal about Megaman, what are you talking about!?
Protoman:
Protoman: Bass
Protoman: You’re wearing a Megaman t-shirt, you literally have a plushie of him in your hands, and a whole ass BODY PILLOW of him in your other hand
Bass: This-?! Uh-! I-IT’S NOT MINE I SWEAR! SHUT UP! YOU SAW NOTHING!
Bass: He’s just a rival and that’s that!
Protoman: THATS THE BIGGEST DAMN LIE SINCE THE CAKE
(I regret nothing)
"I carry a picture of my nemesis to always fill me with vengeance."
#bass#proto man#mega man#dakimakura#portal#text post#asks#incorrect quote#shippy#bassrock#NEMESIS#the cake is a lie#(''what is a rival if not a crush ur mad about having'')
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These two have something in common
Hopefully, if completed, get ready for tomorrow...
#rankin bass#jack frost#jackie frost#frosty the snowman#frosty's winter wonderland#here comes peter cottontail#the workshoppers#These two have rival twin vibes#One was a hero and got a redemption arc#the other is a villain#sequels#meme#rankin bass au#rankin bass retelling
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Nobuyuki Hiyama | Friday, 08.25.2023
Some of my favorite (and not so favorite) characters down below are voiced by Nobuyuki Hiyama (happy birthday), including:
Hiei - Yu Yu Hakusho series (1992-)
Forte (Bass) - Rockman 8: Metal Heroes (1996) / Rockman: Battle & Chase (1997)
Batsu Ichimonji - Rival Schools: United By Fate (1997)
Karen Travers - Scarlet Nexus (2021)
#anime#anime villain#antagonists#anti heroes#august 2023#august 25#bandai namco#bandai namco entertainment#batsu ichimonji#capcom#capcom games#flashback friday#happy birthday#hiei#karen travers#mega man bass#nobuyuki hiyama#protagonists#rival schools#rockman#rockman 8#scarlet nexus#seiyuu#video game bosses#video games#yu yu hakusho#ひやま のぶゆき
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back at it again for another hashtag superfightingrobotgirl sunday
#mega man#megaman#mega man au#my art#forte#refrain#cribbed a few design notes from conceptual bass siblings for this#gotta give my girl a RIVAL
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Ya’ll mind if we put the spotlight on Sam a little? Yeah I didn’t think so either.
#Sam on the bass straight up ready to ATTACK#I swear he is so hypnotizing to watch#always love how serpent-like he appears#an eye roll to rival the undertaker#and don't even get me started about his heavy breathing#mans ready to teach a lamaze class or give birth#YA BOY IS COMMITED TO PERFOMING WITH THAT BASS AND I'M HERE FOR IT#Sam Rivers#Limp Bizkit#Bass Boss#Bass Master#down the rabbit hole
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i WOULD draw shit for my au, but i have no idea how to draw guitars and both mike and will play some form of guitar
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💙💜🩷💚
#my art#these are four of my Pokemon OCs!!! theyre in a metal band :3#Isaiah and Layla are from Paldea- they're Rivals (Layla started w Fuecoco and Isaiah started w Sprigatito)#Gemma is from Kalos who started w Fennekin#and Kosuke is from Kanto starting w Bulbasaur#:3c they play Bass Drums Guitar and Synth respectively and Isaiah and Gemma are the main vocalists#theyre my babies and i love them
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Show me the Heaven in this hell, and maybe I can find some peace knowing it all hasn't gone to shit.
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TW positive rant (to those who only breed negativity)
Put me on a stage with my instrument and its like I become a whole new person. Shit's fucking awesome, I'm the most timid person on the planet until I'm put in a spot I can go goblin mode up there on my bass or voice and suddenly I'm the largest person in the room. I love it so much guys its hard to comprehend
#mini rant#musician#bass guitar#justin timberlake once said he won&039;t stop singing &039;cry me a river&039;: &039;f—k that&039;#awkward moment football fan falls asleep during match before being woken up by rival supporters singing about him#these tags are awesome
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my feelings of ryobocchi lately
ryo sincerely forgiving bocchi "in case she isn't autistic too, like she thought." she reflects on this horrible possibility with misty eyes. "i was 99% sure i was right but if somehow i'm not, that's okay." she gives her a comforting grab on the shoulder. "we can still be friends"
she knows not what she says. well, actually, she does. she just didn't *mean* it as an insult. how kind ryo-chan. how forgiving
bocchi: fucking frothing at the mouth, r-r-r-r-r-ryo-chan... what did YOU SAY TO ME? SOCIAL SKILLS SO BAD THEY MUST BE A MEDICAL DISORDER?! "4EVERALONE" SO BAD, SHE MIGHT AS WELL (censored)?! i-i thought we were friends-- w-w-why would you say that to me if you didn't mean for us to fight to the death, i wonder?...
ryo: well, cause i'd win.
nijika blows the ref whistle and collects her Dipshit before blood is spilled. yeah, sorry bocchi-chan. that's why i told her not to say that, but she Fucking Did Anyway Like Usual, so she's being punished, don't worry!
ryo: *shoujo tears, don't you people understand? she's too beautiful to face Consequences*
but it's too late: you can't just say that to a gamer. bocchi-chan will thirst for revenge and won't rest until her thirst is saked
#'i'll get better at her than bass. o _ o yeah that's it. that'll show her... heh heh heh...' (finally falls asleep)#(realizes the next morning she has no means with which to implement this plan and it was fucking stupid anyway) ......... o _ o#'...better at her at a game she won't shut up about' is declared a more achievable goal for good ol' bocchi-chan#maybe wrestling? maybe she could arm wrestle her. she could totally practice arm wrestling alone!!#[absolute fuckruckus of screaming and slamming coming from her room]#one-sided-rivalry based on a non-insult from one party-ers to lovers#ryo: *beats her anyway* lol. u look madder than usual#she'd get her with a 'u mad' and it'd work too. nijika says kita YOU have lifeguard duty for a change. HERE. a WHISTLE.#*she whistles it almost immediately* oh sorry just making sure it worked#sure bocchi-chan let's '''wrestle''' see what happens with your nerd physique and anxiety and you being gay. try me#you thought i was insulting you but that's because You're Weak. you're about 10000 years too early to be defeating me bocchi-chan#nijika returns. they're rivals to lovering. 'kita. what the fuck i asked you to watch them' 'w-well i'm recording too * v *'
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on a night like tonight
wrote this for @thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge using the dialogue prompt!! just a fluffy (debatable) one shot for my favourite slytherin boy🫠🫠🫠
prompt 2: "are you speaking parceltongue or am i really drunk?"
pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!slytherin reader (although its not that important to the one shot, honestly)
warning(s): slightly suggestive (towards the end), alcohol consumption
~∞~ i love writing for mattheo😫 idk how i feel about this one but i enjoyed writing either way lol. and yes i titled this after a niall song (im still not over the fact that i saw him in the flesh like a whole week ago!??!?!) also happy international women's day to all of you sexy, beautiful women xxxx
The Slytherin common room was ripe with activity. The Quidditch team had beaten Gryffindor by an utter landslide (250-110), so it was only appropriate for them to throw a huge party to celebrate. The team were in the middle of the room, surrounded by their most loyal band of lovestruck followers, as they drowned in all sorts of alcoholic beverages.
Spheres of magical light littered the high ceiling, glittering like stars and creating an eerily green glow as they reflected off of the murky waters of the Black Lake. The seating areas had been cleared, and in place was a makeshift dancefloor of sorts, filled to the brim with students dancing, singing and laughing to whatever music was playing on a stereo that Blaise had brought in from his Ravenclaw friends.
You were stood against a wall beside Pansy, who was busy glaring at the girl who had draped herself against Theo's arm as he laughed heartily at something Enzo had said. Your best friend was seething with jealousy, but she was far too stubborn to do anything about her feelings for your Italian friend.
The two of them had been dancing around their feelings for months; it was downright infuriating.
"I don't understand why you won't do something about it, Pans!" You say to her loudly, so that your voice could be heard over the earshattering bass music. "I'm getting sick of the back and forth between the two of you!"
Pansy finally takes her eyes off of the floppy haired brunette, who is now whispering in the ear of the girl, with a suggestive smirk on his face. "I'd say the same for you." She scoffs and you turn to her with furrowed brows.
"Oh don't act dumb." Pansy says with a laugh as she turns towards you fully, the drink in her hand sloshing over the rim of the cup as she does. "I see the way you look at Matt. You're very obvious. Both of you are."
"I don't know what you're talking about." You say reluctantly, taking a lengthy sip of your firewhiskey to avoid her knowing look.
Had your affections for your friend really been so blatant?
And did he really return them?
You turn towards the middle of the room and the liquid in your cup is suddenly drained to empty as you watch Mattheo dance closely behind a pretty Hufflepuff girl.
You and Pansy return to your mutual solitude, letting your friends revel in their win against their greatest rival, while simultaneously becoming more and more drunk, the more you watch as Theo and Mattheo obliviously break your hearts some more.
~∞~
It's much later into the night, and the party has not died down. In fact, it only seems to have gotten busier as more and more people from the other houses joined in on the debauchery.
You are so drunk. Practically stumbling along behind Pansy as she drags you to and from the dance floor to get more drinks. The two of you are dancing on each other, her hips grinding against your's to the beat of the music as you both giggle tipsily. You're unaware of your surroundings and have surely pissed off many other partiers with your drunken moves. But it doesn't bother either of you, content to enjoy each other's company, until there is a presence behind you that has Pansy smirking cheekily at you.
You narrow your eyes at her, vision hazy as you feel hands cradle your waist, almost possessively. Looking up, you come face to face with the underside of Mattheo's sharp jaw as he says something to Pansy that you don't comprehend. Whatever he says has her disappearing into the crowd, leaving you to his mercy.
"Hello, Princess." He mumbles lowly, mouth brushing against the soft shell of your ear, causing a shiver to run down the length of your spine.
"Matty! Hi." You say, voice slightly slurred and you grimace at how drunk you sound. He only smirks before he's gently spinning you to face him.
"Haven't seen you since the start of the match. 'S been ages." He replies, voice raspy from how much he'd shouted and cheered during and after the match.
"It's not been that long." You say with a teasing smile as you take in his appearance. In place of the emerald quidditch robes he'd been sporting that afternoon, he's wearing a dark, black t-shirt which stretches tightly across his torso, emphasising his Beater physique and a pair of dark trousers drapes over strong legs. Your observation is slow and purposeful and the smirk on his face widens even further as you admire him more openly then you ever have before.
He's chuckling to himself and then says something that you can barely hear over the loud music that reverberates through the room. But the cadence of his voice and the way they almost seem to have been hissed out in a way you do not understand, makes you tilt your head to the side as he smiles.
"What did you just say?" You ask him, or rather shout so that he can hear you. He copies you with a tilt of his head as he looks down at you with his captivating onyx eyes.
He repeats it again, his hands tightening against your waist when you stumble slightly as someone jostles you in an attempt to get past, smirking when your face scrunches in confusion.
"Are you speaking parceltongue or am i really drunk?" You ask, your hands coming to rest against his firm chest when you were pushed into him.
"Gods, Princess. How much have you had to drink?" He asks with gleaming eyes. It's the mischief in them that has you opening your mouth in feined outrage.
"You were speaking parceltongue!" You accuse and he lets out a laugh as you lightly whack his chest. "What did you say!?"
"Now why would I tell you that?" He replies, his face leaning closer to your's. You can smell the alcohol on his hot breath, mingling with your own and you can feel every breath he takes as it fans across your face.
"Because I'm your best friend?" You say with a smirk as you unconsciously wrap your arms around his neck, leaning on your tip toes slightly so that you can be at eye level with him. The move has your hips brushing against his. You swear his eyes darken as you do.
"Theo's my best friend." He says in a tone of faux obviousness, mischief laced in his rough voice.
"But I'm your favourite, right? If you admit it, I promise that Teddy will never know. It can be our little secret, Matty." You tease and he's laughing again, before he says something else in that strange, reptilian voice, eyes flicking from you eyes to your lips.
You've always been my favourite, darling.
The ways his eyes sparkle, despite the harshness of the sounds against his tongue have you acting upon instinct as you surge forward and press your lips to his. It's as magical as you've always imagined, despite it being tainted by your twin inebriation. But you'll take what you can get.
Because Mattheo Riddle is finally kissing you and you reckon you could fall into a abyss of happiness as his pillowly lips caress your's with loving grace.
~∞~
The next morning, you wake up in an unfamiliar, yet familiar dorm room and Enzo is smirking at you with glee. A tanned, muscular arm is draped across your middle and you're using the other as a makeshift pillow. Your face warms as you recognise the large, veiny hand that stretches across your stomach.
"Fun night?" Your friend asks with a snicker and you flip him off in response. He leaves the room after he's done teasing you, his loud laughter echoing in the corridor. You move to stand but an arm tightens around the skin of your waist.
"Where do you think you're going, Princess?" Mattheo mumbles, his voice low and raspy from sleep.
"Well good morning, sunshine." You reply, a smile spreading across your face as you turn to face him, to find that he is already staring at you, with adoration in his onyx eyes.
"Am I still dreaming, or are you really in my bed right now?" He asks as you trace a finger lightly over his naked chest.
"Oh it's very real. And I'm sure Enzo has already told the others what he just discovered." You reply with a giddy laugh.
"About bloody time, don't you think?" Mattheo's question is muffled against the skin of your neck as he nuzzles his face there. You smile in response, giggling as pieces of his curly hair brush against your soft skin.
"I'd still like to know what you said last night." You say but he doesn't give you the answer. Instead, he rolls the two of you so that you lie beneath his toned body, strong arms caging you in.
"That's my little secret, Princess." He mumbles as he presses languid kisses down your neck and chest, travelling lower until your rendered a moaning mess beneath him.
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☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. a love so cold.
about. as the seasons start to change, satoru gojo figures out a new way to keep you warm on colder mornings.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. smut, somnophilia, soft morning sex, oral sex (f!receiving), brief mention of gojo and reader being married, lovey lovey lovey dovey dovey dovey stuff !! fem!reader.
gojo waking you up on a cold morning by diving between your thighs.
sure the duvet is long abandoned and your (his) shirt is pushed up to expose your pebbled nipples to the frosty air — but it’s the heat of his tongue salaciously rolling through your puffy folds that keep you nice and warm.
satoru breathes hot air against your pulsing mount, his lips encircling your clit as he sucks it, kisses it and makes out with it as if he’s making out with you. every time he moans into your heat, he draws a shrill sound from deep in your chest that pierces the solace of autumn’s silence. your whines echo along with the sway of rustling tree leaves and gojo’s hungry growls provide the bass of your seasonal tune.
he’s a sight for sore eyes between your shaky thighs that knock the blankets from your king sized bed. his blue eyes blaze bright enough to rival the subtle hue of the morning sky breaking through the curtains of night. it’s always darker this time of year. and his pale white locks, astray and askew, remind you that it might snow once winter comes.
“sa..satoru!” you exclaim though your voice is hoarse from not having been used in hours. the last thing you’d said was that you loved him — you think that you might love him even more right now. mouth on your sluice and syrupy slit, sucking the very juices from their place between your pussy lips. your fingers dance down to grip the roots of his hair, settled against his scalp like snow on sturdy ground. you don’t tug yet, only using his head to ground yourself. “sa…satoru—oh!”
your lips move to form the syllables of his name — though they’re lost on you when the ecstasy he builds up within you, by tacking his tongue to your clit in tight circles, starts a fire in your lower pelvis. that very same fire burns it’s way through your body like a forest fire, effectively warming you up from the inside out. it keeps going, consuming your every nerve ending until it reaches the base of your lungs and all you can breathe is the smoke of satoru gojo.
“good morning to you too, sweetheart,” satoru sings into your cunt in amusement. his voice holds the tenderness of an early morning greeting before he delves back into tasting you — slurping and sucking up and down the length of your slit before slipping his tongue into your quivering hole. his chin juts forward rhythmically, as if to fuck you with the pink appendage like it’s his cock.
he watches your face with adoration as it twists and scrunches and morphs into pure bliss. he loves that about you, how expressive you are — how your body follows his lead even if it’s too cold for you to stop shaking. he’ll warm you up. he always does.
“you don’t have to say it back, i know, baby. you’re just too tired, too close to even speak—“ gojo doesn’t get a chance to finish, not before your fingers twist in his roots as his tongue twists and wiggles against your sloppy, ribbed wall. it travels along your pleasure spots — the ones only he knows about, and maps out even more for next time. but any praise or condescension he has saved for you is lost and muffled against your sex as you rut your hips down on his handsome face.
“‘m close… gonna… haf’ta—!”
finally finding your voice despite the smoke-like aphrodisiac in your lungs — you succumb to the heat. the hotness of satoru’s mouth on you, his fingers sinking into your hips to keep you on his face, the lust that prickles just below the surface of your skin. you cum just as the winter birds break the silence with their own morning calls, as the sun breaks through grey-ish and intimidating clouds. you gush all over satoru, your lover and protector, with a high pitch and whistle tone wail — head thrown back into the pillows and your lips parted ever so slightly.
his white brows knit together in the centre of his forehead, mocking your dazed and needy expression. however, it’s clear he’s just as love and sex and pussy drunk on you as you might be on him. satoru results to gulping down the stormy waves of your orgasm with unbridled greed. as of what you offer him is the finest of wines or the last thing he’ll ever drink.
those pretty blue eyes are overcome with a haze as he drinks you down, dazed and content to just have a taste of you. satoru’s tongue makes its laps through your folds to make sure he doesn’t waist a drop — wolffish grunts and groans and sounds like ‘mph’ or ‘mhm’ reverberate between your thighs until he’s done cleaning you up. only adding to your shakes and shivers.
not from the cold, but from how hard you’ve cum.
“you… mph, taste so— fucking good, baby.” he huffs, breathless from nearly suffocating himself to get a taste of you. gojo dares to dive back in, but you tug on his hair once more and force him to look up into your pleading eyes.
“‘toru,” you whisper, lashes fluttering innocently, voice still shaky and hoarse. “good morning.”
you need him, up there with you.
his face breaks out into a slow and sexy smile — kissing up your body, over your naval and between the valley of your breasts, against your neck and chin until he reaches your lips. he kisses you gently then and his entire body sits between your thighs.
“good morning, beautiful.” he sighs, content. he cups your face gently to keep you looking at him, his wedding band glistening more than what you’ve left on his chin.
you hum, feeling his body heat simmer over you along with what’s left of the arousal in your system while it simmers down. “you’re insatiable, you know that?”
“but you love me.”
“i suppose so.”
“ouch, sweetheart. so cold.” gojo pouts, faux hurt laced with his teasing voice.
and in that moment, you wrap your legs around his unfairly slender waist and flip the man so that you end up on top — straddling the great satoru gojo and planting your hands on his the centre of his blistering hot chest.
there’s a glint in your eye, the flicker of a lustful flame that only serves to set satoru’s heart alight while you press your sticky sex down on him.
“then let me do the honours of warming you back up, my love.”
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo x you#satoru gojo smut#jjk smut#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru x you#satoru gojo x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#angelshubnetwork#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing#tteokdoroki
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Okay Pokemon Violet’s final boss theme fucks severely
#MY POKEMON RIVALS ARE ALWAYS LISTENING TO REALLY LOUD DRUM AND BASS…. WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT!!
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when you can't deny the tension between you and your rival what happens?
pairing: theo nott x reader
content: 18+ mdni, spanking, choking, graphic kissing, p in v, unprotected sex, oral(female receiving).
"Correct, Mr. Nott, five points to Slytherin" your professor had said for the third time in a row and you were practically seething, it was idiotic. You were sure he had devised a trick to give the right answers to tick you off.
The whole class stayed quiet, everyone knew about the fiery hatred you both possessed for each other and the rivalry that came with it.
"State one side effect of pepperup potion?" Snape had stated in a voice that made it clear he wanted nothing to do with what he was currently engaged in.
You knew this one, it had clicked in your brain, clearly showing on your face, the first words were out of your mouth until someone interrupted you midway and that delightful someone was known as Theodore Nott.
You had never given a reason for him to hate you, but you faced the repercussions of it. As a way of pure childish revenge, you had begun hating him too, although you had not one reason to do so.
Soon the class had finished and you were released from being in a state of complete anger. Theo however couldn't stand the sight of you being happy and thus began speaking. "Is our y/n jealous I'm better at potions than her?" he laughed while saying it and he was laughing after it and you being the bigger person decided to ignore it.
It had been the last class of the week and you were ready to be enamored in the weekend party life of an average Hogwarts student.
You were not much for it before, but you had taken a liking to it ever since you realized the only way to forget about Theo and his perfect little face was to get as drunk as a skunk.
Wearing the tightest dress you own was the social expectation, and you obeyed it, and after all you did like the way you looked, fixing your hair just before leaving to make sure it was perfect in every way.
Reaching the common room, you could feel the bass of the music in the pits of your stomach. Going straight for the bar, you picked up a drink, sipping on it while looking around for possible men who could end up in your sheets.
However, your eyes found a sight you decided you weren't fond of looking at, Theodore Nott sticking his tongue down some random Slytherin who by the looks of it was one year below you.
Soon the bass of the music wasn't the only thing you could feel in your stomach, a fiery feeling accompanied it which only grew when Theo met your eyes and winked. That cheeky bastard.
Another rivalry although this time quite different from the one that took place in the classroom earlier that day began. Your eyes landed on Lorenzo Berkshire, and you knew that he would go perfectly with your devious little plan.
He was an acquaintance you had talked to before and you enjoyed his company so it was not completely bad, but you couldn't help yourself from wishing it was someone else.
Quickly reaching his side at the bar you ask for another drink, the same one you had before, and downed it in one go. "Enzo, don't you want to dance with me?"
He laughed a breathy laugh and then tilted his head, "Theo will kill me if I do that" and you tilted your face in the same direction as his letting out a scoff, of course he was ruining your chance with any man you counted to be suitable.
"But I guess a little taste of heaven won't hurt right?" he said after a long pause and you pulled him to the dance floor facing Theo.
An unspoken challenge began between you two, he danced with the girl in his arms as you danced with Enzo. He kissed her, and you tilted your face back so you could capture his lips, although you could see from your not-so-closed eyes that he had stopped and so did you.
Grinding your hips on Enzo, Theo's face had become remarkably red and this time instead of locking eyes with you, he locked it with him and silently told him to go away with a slight tilt of his head and he obeyed.
You whined at the loss of contact and more on the thought that you would lose in the silent battle. However, something else happened before you could think about what happened.
Theo had joined you in dancing, putting his hand on your waist, swaying to the beat until he spun you and when you stopped you crashed right into his chest, not moving you took three deep breaths to calm yourself down. one, two, three.
That so didn't work, you were still flushed and you were entirely sure you could hear his heart beating giving you some kind of reassurance that you weren't the only one feeling like this, like how you weren't supposed to.
Soon, you both locked eyes, and it must have been a while until you blinked, which prompted him to do the same. A sigh left your mouth when his hand was just above your ass. You needed more, and you were fairly certain he was ready to give you whatever you needed.
You joined both your foreheads, lips just about to touch. You wanted him to make the first move, to do something. He tilted his head back and let out a loud groan and you thought that you misunderstood him but soon both of his calloused hands found your cheeks pulling you in.
The most awaited moment of your life had finally come, his lips made you feel like you were an angel who was being given an award for being good.
Soon his mouth opened and his tongue probed at your lips and you granted him entrance, doing the same to him. Forgetting the surroundings you both were in, all you could think about was the man who was in front of you.
"You're even better than I imagined" he broke the silence finally speaking his first words to you that night. You laughed at first, "you dreamed about me?" he nodded tilting his head once more, "Desperately so".
Soon the second kiss broke too, and you were invited by him to his dorm, to which you said yes, after all that happened your body couldn't think about saying no.
His hand found your neck as soon as you entered the room, pinned against the door. The hand pressing harder, and you loved every moment of it.
While kissing you had reached his bed, and you sat on top of him not breaking the kiss. Your kisses trailed downwards to his neck, while he groaned.
Flipping you over, so you were under him he attacked you neck, sucking and nibbling on it, so you were sure it would leave marks.
The dress you had on was abandoned along with your bra, and his shirt and pants were gone as well, you were now laying on the edge of the bed, while Theo was down on his knees.
His tongue entered you and you simultaneously entered heaven, his tongue forming a figure eight in your insides while his nose was repeatedly bumped your clit.
It wasn't long before you came, and it also wasn't long before you were thrown on the bed. Your ass in the air while his hands held yours in a tight grip, which had started to redden.
You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your clit when he asked the question, "Are you sure?" and you said yes.
Slowly, you could feel yourself enveloping him inch by inch until he was all inside you, getting used to the feeling of the slight burn along with the great amount of pleasure you gave him the consent to move.
He started with low thrusts going slowly, which then soon turned to having your face buried in the pillow while getting completely fucked out.
His other hand reached down to your ass slapping it, rubbing it, and then repeating the action. His hand left yours and you grabbed the headboard with your now free hands. He was using his free hand to collect your hair and pull it back which he let go and replaced the hair with your neck pulling you back up to engage you in a kiss.
"Dear god save me, I'm gonna come" you screamed and moaned on the verge of your release. "Even begging satan won't help now," he said in a low voice near your ear, which gave you goosebumps all over.
You had finally reached the euphoric stage, but Theo wasn't stopping, still giving continuous thrusts, until he slowly pulled out and released all over your ass marking you as his.
Laying down, he pulled close to him taking the help of his covers to engulf you both. "You were made for me, weren't you darling?" he said to you while you found a comfortable position to lie in. Kissing his lips you agreed with his statement, "always been yours".
#slytherin#draco malfoy#harry potter#theo nott#enzo berkshire#theo nott fic#theo nott x reader#theo nott x y/n#theo nott x you#theodore nott#theo nott smut#theo nott imagine#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott fic#theodore nott smut#theodore nott imagine#theodore nott scenarios#chitasmut#theo nott one shot#theo nott scenario#enzo berkshire x reader#enzo berkshire x you
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the twelfth doctor’s one of those guitarists that doesn’t sing. he just refuses to. it’s not his style, he doesn’t do well to express himself in words when melody and chords can do the trick. you know who *is* the singer of this imaginary all-nuwho-doctor band though? ten. he has all the vibes of a cheeky lead vocalist from some 90s alt-pop-grunge band. i mean, he’s literally jarvis cocker. thirteen’s the drummer, nine is on bass and eleven’s on keys. fifteen i don’t know yet, we’ll have to watch the devil’s chord to decide
as for the master’s rival band, saxon is, in a tragic twist of irony, on the drums, but he can only play in 4/4, so they’re a shitty punk band. missy’s the obligatory Hot Goth Female Bassist — fitting that stereotype plays right into her intense performance of gender. spy is the vocalist and rhythm guitarist: dramatic and theatrical, he makes a show of every phrase…
thinking about this as an au now. that would be cringe. i don’t write aus i don’t write aus i don’t
#doctor who#dw#nuwho#the master#the doctor#thoschei#doctor who au#twelfth doctor#tenth doctor#thirteenth doctor#eleventh doctor#ninth doctor#missy#jamie.txt#eardrums
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GOD the tension they induced with this song 😰
#this is why im like u gotta see it in the theatres cuz if u listen carefully there's a bass starting at 1:00 thats amped in the theatres#which just hypes the tension to the max. it feels like water thats simmering. just about to boil or even explode#love the setting like the whole family thinks they're his friends but its his gang vs rival gang and a revenge fight is about to break out#but its his wedding eve he's already so stressed out and he knows if they start it'll end in blood like i was on the EDGE of my seat#its just the relatable tension of some randos taking lead doing this in THEIR boy's wedding vs being excluded out of the fun by singing-#songs you don't know#and the blatant yet subtle show of a deeper issue you won't realize unless ur a native#i could talk at lengths about this sjhsjsksks#wazim's BIL is blissfully unaware of whats happening. and lukman and shine tom chemistry and tension in this......whew....#i was like wazim going oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit what the hell is happening over there
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