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DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY

FJSJDJDJ GIRL THIS WAS FUCKING AMAZING !!!!!!!!!! i loved how they were teasing each other so much oh my god and i loved reader’s confidence!!!!! and the pics you used… oh you fucking knew what you were doing

Training Tease

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: You head over to a new gym, finding yourself slowly losing control with one of the trainers The start of trainer!theo

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, Modern AU, trainer!theo, tension, build up, flirting, mind games, dirty thoughts, Theo wanting to rail you on the fucking squat rack

The gym is buzzing with the usual hum of clanking weights and the faint music overhead, but something…or rather, someone…catches Theo’s eye. He’d been used to the same faces, the same routines, but today? There’s a new presence…something that stands out.

You.

You’re stretching at the far end of the gym and damn. Every move you make is like an invitation for Theodore. The way your body flows…Fluid and flexible, sends a jolt of electricity through Theo. Your juicy, perfectly sculpted ass is the first thing his eyes lock onto. The tight leggings you’re wearing cling to every curve perfectly.

But you? You were lost in the music that blurred through your headphones. Getting ready for the pump of the workout to come as you warmed up. Staring at your reflection in the mirror while you finished up your stretch. Theo on the other hand, was watching you, checking you out from head to toe. The way your top slightly lifts, showing the arch of your back. His hungry eyes follow the line of your spine all the way down to your thick thighs.

Taking you all In.

Leaning against the edge of the dumbbell rack, Theodore casually watched as you strode over to the squat rack. His arms crossed over his chest while his muscles flexed with ease. The way your body moved up and down, that sculpted to the gods fucking ass perking with each effortless rep. Fuck, you’re insanely sexy.

For a moment, Theo forgot about his training schedule. His mind is fixed on you, taking in every fucking detail. You’re focused, lost in your own rhythm. Completely unaware of the way he can’t keep his darkened eyes off of you. Finally, he pushes himself off of the rack, stalking over to where you’re working out. You feel the weight of Theodore’s stare, it’s both enticing and lingering but you don’t break your pace. Noticing the trainer, his muscles, his aura.

You glance up for the first time, your gaze meeting Theo’s in the mirror. There’s a brief pause and Theo can’t help but smirk. It’s a challenge for him, a silent invitation. But he's well aware of this from the way you carry yourself. He leans in just enough, his voice low and teasing. “Need a spot?” The rough Italian accent could have melted you into a puddle.

You don’t answer right away, building up the anticipation but your lips twitch like you’re deciding how much to play along. Damn, he’s pretty fucking hot. “I think I’ve got it covered.” you finally murmur, playing hard to get before continuing with your squatting. Theo’s tongue glided on the inside of his cheek. Liking the challenge already.

That’s the thing with you, You’re confident, self-assured. You don’t need help. But fuck. I’d let this guy help me. In more ways than just working out. Theo simply nodded his head, stepping back as he let his gaze linger on the curve of your ass while he let out a low chuckle. Admiring you yet having a taunting and challenging look in his eyes.

“Oh…I’m sure you do…but, I see you’re not as in control as you think.”

You don’t flinch. Instead, you just keep going with your steady movements, trying to keep that confident aura that you always lived up to. But your body was reacting to the attractive man behind you. Little did you know…You weren’t just working out anymore…you were about to play with fucking fire.

“Is that so?” you reply through a little huff as you mount the squat rack. Crossing your arms over your chest, that bratty gaze of yours locking up with Theo’s. It has an edge to it, almost telling on yourself from it. Showing how much you were enjoying this banter already.

He takes a step closer to you, feeling the tension charging between you both. “Yeah…You are pretty damn strong. I can see that…” Theo places his hands on either side of you onto the metal bar, his sly smirk only growing at you through the mirror. “…But…there’s more to strength than just muscle. There’s also control…and right now?”

His breath was hot against the side of your neck, turning your head ever so slightly to finally meet up with his gaze. Blue. Ocean blue. Fuck me. You swallowed, trying to keep your composure. He’s not breaking me…yet. “I think you’re fighting it…” he finally replied, clicking his tongue against his teeth, the European accent dripping from his lips.

Your breath catches ever so slightly, shifting your weight to one leg as you reach down for your water bottle. Popping it open as you took a quick sip. Theo fixated on the way your lips wrapped around the top, thinking of the way those lush fucking lips would look wrapped around his cock— “What even makes you think I’m fighting it?” Scoffing out but in a teasing manner, Theo nodded his head down at you.

“Your posture. The way you fight against the weight instead of controlling it…here, I can help.” Theodore knew exactly what he was doing. You were falling into his trap with ease. For a moment you debate on it before finally shaking your head. “What? You think you can help control me?” You worded it this way purposefully, seeing how he’d react. Letting another soft scoff out. But the brattiness was only turning him on more, pulling Theo in.

“Oh, I know I can-“

He began as he took a step back, checking you out fully and making it clear. Theo had a way of showing his intentions without even saying a word. “-I saw the way you move... And I know exactly how to push you to your limits…Trainer and all.”

Motioning to himself, this was gym talk but fuck, you knew there was more to it. There had to be and You weren’t backing down. You fucking wanted this, and Theo was ready to give you more than just one on one training sessions.

“Prove it.” You dare him, a smirk of your own forming on your face. Without missing a beat, Theo reaches down for your hands, placing them back on the bar as his own veiny strong hands grip over yours.

Just the touch of skin. That little connection between you two sends a shiver down your spine. Theo feels it, that slight shudder, the way your pulse quickens under his fingertips. But You don’t pull away. You let it happen.

Eyeing down the weight to make sure it wasn’t too much, his stare met with yours in the reflection once more. “I’ll prove it.” His voice coming out almost growl-like just as he dropped his hands from yours, prepping to spot you. Theodore was so close to you that you could practically feel his body heat radiating onto yours. Who the fuck was this trainer?

You inhale, steadying your grip on the bar, but there was something in your eyes now—something soft behind that fierce confidence you always held. You knew what he was offering, something more than just a simple workout, and you were very fucking tempted. “Let’s see if you really can control me, muscles.”

You teased the little nickname, Theo was eating up this little game you both were now playing. Fucking savoring it like a sweet treat. “Oh you’re going to regret that, ragazza…I’m not one to back down from a challenge.” His tone came out darker, more eager than before. But fuck, you were loving the attention he was giving you. The banter you both were in on now.

“-You ready?”

With a simple nod of your head, you began your first squat, feeling his firm hands drop to the sides of your waist. Your lips slightly parted as your eyes flickered to Theo’s in the mirror. He guided you back into a standing position. The heat between you both only rising.

Of course, it’s physical but it has a raw energy to it. Making your chest tighten. “Tight…keep your core tight…” Whispering lowly, his rugged accent was making you sweat more than just the workout….Feeling a slight dampness spread in your panties.

“—Mhhhhm” Managing to mumble out you go into your next squat, listening to what Theo had said, but fuck. You just pictured him on top of you, saying something else was tight. Your mind became fuzzy with the dirtiest thoughts of a man you had just met. He stays quiet, watching you. Your body. Almost as if he was taking a mental photo of every single inch of you.

You sink back down into your squat. Your body flexes, you want to show off for Theo…and he was fucking mesmerized by the way you moved. You’re still pushing yourself of course. But now? Now you’ve given him permission to see the effort, to see the control you’re letting slip…slowly but surely. This was the control Theo really wanted to see. How easy you’d let go for him. A test. If he could break you this easily here then anything else would be a piece of cake.

“Is this good?”

Breathing out, you mount the squat rack before turning around to look up at Theodore. The way he’s towering over your small frame. Your hands reach up to your ponytail, tightening it through the soft pants that escaped your lips. But fuck did Theo want to see you pant for him in other aspects. “Very…Very good.” The words came out a bit more bold and flirtatious this time.

Your heart pounding against your heaving chest, and not just from the damn squats. A small and cute smile tugging on your lips. “You sure know how to make a girl work.” Turning up the playfulness, you giggled. Theo finding this and you all too adorable but…also knowing he had you right in the palm of his hand.

“Trust me…This is just the beginning.”

And it was. This was the start of something new. Something exhilarating. Something that would have you both addicted. Wanting more. Craving more. You were in for a wild ride ahead, little did you know what would come next…

TRAINER FUCKING THEOOOOOOO

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Love your reblogs, got any good book recs on cannibalism?

thanks, love! and yes, i do! i’ve got some great book recs for you 🦦

-> tw: the books i’m about to mention are 18+ and may contain graphic violence, toxic behavior, death, abuse, grief, animal cruelty, suicidal thoughts, vomit, necr—philia, gore, etc. if you’re sensitive to these topics, please don’t read.

monstrilio: a grieving mother who secretly keeps a piece of her late son’s lung, which transforms into a strange creature named monstrilio. as he grows, monstrilio forces his family to confront deep fears and desires, exploring themes of grief.

the spear cuts through water: two protagonists: a disgraced former general and a young fugitive with a mysterious power. they embark on a dangerous journey to stop a violent empire and prevent a devastating war. as they travel, they are pursued by a powerful and vengeful emperor while uncovering dark secrets about their pasts. the story has pretty graphic ritual cannibalism.

the devours: dorothy, a food critic with an insatiable appetite—not just for food, but for violence. the book is written in the form of a confessional memoir, where dorothy recounts her life of indulgence, both in food and in her compulsive need to consume men.

sister, maiden, monster: a woman who has faced severe trauma, abuse, and loss. In a dark, post-apocalyptic world. the novel blends body horror, psychological horror, and themes of empowerment as she grapples with monstrous transformations and the struggle to maintain her humanity.

exquisite corpse: two individuals with dark, obsessive desires who form a twisted and disturbing connection. one, a former murderer who escapes from prison, and the other, a cannibal, share an intense fixation on death, violence, and taboo pleasures. (this one is the heaviest)

to be devoured: a protagonist whose obsession with another person spirals into a dangerous, consuming desire. As they struggle to control their primal urges, their fixation leads to violent and disturbing actions.

tender is the flesh: a world where humans are farmed and slaughtered for meat due to a virus that makes animal consumption unsafe. In this society, people are seen as livestock, and the protagonist, works in a processing plant. he begins to question the morality of the system when he is given a human “specimen” to care for, leading him to grapple with his role in the dehumanization of others.

sorry for the delay!

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the black lake - mattheo riddle

summary: mattheo is hogwarts' triwizard tournament champion, and he's proven that he can crush the competition. but when the stakes are raised, and you're involved, nothing will get in his way.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: this was was so fun to think about! lots of references to goblet of fire! lots of swearing, matty is not a happy camper in this one. enjoy ♡

Obviously this boy would put his name in the Goblet of Fire (all of the boys did) and there would be a lot of feelings about him being chosen as the Hogwarts champion, lots of accusations about him rigging the selection (he probably did). But he'd definitely crush the competition, especially when he had the right motivation...

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It's the morning of the second task, the day crisp and frosty, creating puffs of air as Mattheo huffed in exertion, marching down to the Black Lake surrounded by his friends. Suffice to say, he was pissed. It was fucking frigid outside and he hadn't seen you all morning, the combination enough to set him dangerously on edge.

You'd told him you'd come spend the night with him, and if nothing else you always ate breakfast together, so when you didn't show up last night and you were nowhere to be found this morning he was furious that you'd blown him off. Now he was spending his entire walk from the castle to the lake ruminating over it, piling on every perceived slight over the last few days, including the way he saw you talking to a group of guys from Durmstrang in the Great Hall yesterday, causing him to involuntarily curl his hands into fists at his side.

His friends walked beside him, surrounding him in a sort of semicircle, but moving in complete silence; they knew better than to try to say anything to him when he was in a mood like this. Before long, Pansy came running to meet them, nearly out of breath as she said, exasperated, "I couldn't fucking find her. She's not anywhere in our dormitory, in the library, I don't know where she's gone." Concern and frustration laced her voice as she looked at the group and then up at Mattheo.

This wasn't like you.

You had been Mattheo's #1 supporter throughout the whole tournament, helping him prepare, cheering him on, jumping into his arms the moment he'd defeated his dragon, and generally always glued to his side. In fact, you were always glued to all of their sides, the group of you being nearly inseparable, so having you missing made all of the boys feel shifty and on edge as they looked at one another.

Fear bloomed in Mattheo's chest. And the feeling of fear when it came to you did not sit well with him. He didn't want to feel afraid, to feel vulnerable when it came to you, so he opted to shove the feeling down, keeping instead with anger which was much easier and more natural to him.

"I don't have time for this" he muttered, quickening his pace as they all scrambled to keep up with him.

The biting wind whipped through his dark curls and stung his cheeks as he stood on the platform above the lake, staring into the middle-distance of the dark and choppy waves. Students and staff alike were cheering and shouting their encouragement for their champions, but he was completely zoned out, his mind bouncing back and forth between your lingering absence and the task ahead of him. He only perked up when Dumbledore's loud voice rang out over the crowd.

"Welcome to the second task!" it radiated.

"Last night something was stolen from each of our champions, a treasure of sorts—"

Mattheo's heart plummeted so fast into his stomach that he subconsciously grasped at his chest. A treasure? There wasn't a thing he owned that he valued enough to call a treasure, not a single thing in his life that held that much weight... except you. You were undeniably his treasure. He looked back into the murky water of the Black Lake... it couldn't be... he thought ... surely they wouldn't... as Dumbledore's voice continued.

"—These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake—" Mattheo's stomach lurched with what little breakfast he'd been able to eat as his eyes shot to Pansy's in the crowd in enough time to see her clasp her hand to her mouth as she pieced the situation together.

"—In order to win, each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this. They will have but one hour to do so and one hour only. After that, they'll be on their own. No magic will save them."

Mattheo's feet were moving before Dumbledore said another word, sprinting towards the water because fuck this stupid tournament, and fuck the geezer for thinking he could take you away from him, that he could put you in danger.

"You may begin at the sound of the cannon."

BOOM!

Mattheo heard the blast as his body hit the water, diving headfirst into the waves without bothering to cast a spell, without a care to what he'd find within the foreboding depths.

The cold shocked his system, but his heart was hammering for plenty of other reasons as he pulled his body through the fierce current, his strong arms and legs working against the waves.

For a minute he was surrounded in dark nothingness. He could feel rather than see that he wasn't alone in the water, occasionally sensing something moving on either side of him, but he didn't have time, you didn't have time for him to care. His lungs started to burn and he pressed his wand to his neck, casting a spell frantically so as not to waste another second.

After swimming at an impossible pace for so long he wondered if there even was a bottom to the lake, he heard an ethereal sound, like singing and changed course to swim towards it, which brought him to a large clearing where he could see merpeople swimming around. The few nearest him whipped their heads toward him, surprised at his presence as they turned to face him fully. He dared them, dared any fucking one of them to come near him, welcomed it actually, a chance to take out his rage, but they steered clear, perhaps sensing it would be a losing battle despite the tritons they carried and their razor-sharp teeth.

He swam on, his muscles straining, aching with the exertion of pulling his weight through the thick water at such an unwavering and desperate pace, but the feeling faded, drained from him, as four distinct figures came into view, four bodies, tethered and floating in the water, their hair moving eerily around their faces, their bodies stiff and still, like corpses.

He identified you immediately and he swam harder and harder until he was close enough to touch you. He brushed a hand against your cheek; your skin held a blueish tint and your face was expressionless, void of the smile that you always had for him, that reached your eyes, that lit up your face, the absence of it was enough to make his eyes sting in a way that had nothing to do with the brackish water.

He grasped your stiff form, the resistance of your body against his continuing to mess with his mind as he sent a spell to sever the rope that secured you and tried not to think about how rigid you felt in his arms.

His ability to breath underwater didn't matter for shit, because he was certain he didn't breath the entire way back, climbing harder and harder as he carried your weight with him, desperate to reach the surface, desperate to save you, thinking the entire time how fucking foolish he'd been to spend even one second mad at you today.

Finally, he could see the light of the surface, the grey clouds in the sky reflecting in the waves, and after a final series of strong kicks he broke through the current.

Immediately, he felt you come alive again in his arms, spluttering and coughing as you grasped for him.

"M-Matty!?" you said hysterically, the cold and fear in your voice setting his heart in a vice as your eyes fluttered open and you looked around in confusion at your surroundings. "What happened?! Where—?!"

"—It's okay, you're okay, you're safe" he said, pulling you against him, keeping you both afloat even as you rocked in the waves and he gasped deeply for air.

"C'mere, c'mon" he said, swimming with you in his embrace towards the platform, anxious to get you out of the freezing water.

The crowd had erupted into cheers when you'd breached the surface, and they were announcing that Mattheo was the champion by a long shot, not having been in the water for more than 20 minutes, the other champions still completely unaccounted for. But hearing talk of the competition and seeing everyone's ignorance about the whole situation as they clapped and smiled was pushing him to his limit as he hoisted you up to Pansy who greeted you with a thick towel.

Mattheo pulled himself out of the water, barely taking time to wrap a towel around his shoulders before grabbing three more and pulling them around you. You laughed under the heavy bundle, even as your shivering continued uncontrollably. "I-I'm okay, I-I'm okay" you said, trying to reassure him, even as you noticed that he wouldn't meet your eyes.

"Buncha fucking idiots" you heard him muttering as he rubbed your arms before he stooped down and swept you off your feet bridal style, one hand around your waist, the other holding on to your legs. The crowd cheered again, erupting in a sigh of "awws" at the gesture until he began barreling towards them.

"Matty?" you asked, concerned, "Where are we—?"

"—Anywhere but here" he growled as people began pushing each other to get out of his way.

"Mr. Riddle!" McGonagall chided, chasing after you both as you watched her from over his shoulder, urging him to stop as a couple of other professors followed in pursuit.

He veered towards the raised platform where the headmasters were seated, coming to a brief stop in from of Dumbledore who had stood to his feet.

"You are out of your fucking mind!" Mattheo spat at him.

Several people around you gasped, even Igor Karkaroff had the wherewithal to look surprised, impressed even, before Mattheo walked away, marching right off the platform and back towards the school as the entire crowd watched you go.

You could tell Mattheo was tired, beyond tired, physically, emotionally; you could feel his arms shaking against your weight.

"Matty, I can walk, it's okay" you said quietly, but he wouldn't let you go, wouldn't set you down, wouldn't even respond to you or meet your eyes. So you resigned yourself to resting your head on his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck which seemed to relax him a bit.

He carried you all the way to his room, making his way to the bathroom where he finally set you down and immediately began running you a hot bath. Wordlessly, he found a towel and a set of his clothes for you to wear, placing them at the edge of the tub before leaving without a word, closing the door gently behind him.

You looked anxiously at the closed door, aware that something was very very wrong, but also acknowledging that he might need a minute, and that you still couldn't feel the tips of your fingers or toes, so you resigned yourself to the hot water.

It felt heavenly, as did washing the muck of the lake off your skin and out of your hair. You reveled in the smell of his soap, like cedar and evergreen, but you were too anxious to sit there any longer than necessary, quickly pulling on his sweatpants and sweatshirt that engulfed your frame as you toweled your hair dry and pushed the door open.

Mattheo was seated at the edge of his bed, still dripping wet, his body shaking noticeably as he stared at the ground. He glanced up when he heard you, visibly relaxing a bit as he took in your warm, rosy cheeks and your soft smile, his mind flashing for only a moment to your unsmiling rigid form floating in the water, trying to reconcile that version of you with the one in front of him.

You approached him slowly, moving to stand between his legs as you took his face in your warm hands, tilting it to look at you. He had a strained, puzzled expression on his face as his eyes drank you in before his hands came to rest on your waist.

"Babe—" you started.

"—I love you" he said.

Your heart somersaulted over the words you'd never heard him say before as you let out a small breath, your hand moving to cover your mouth in shock as your eyes widened.

"I'm-I'm a fucking wreck for you" he continued, laughing humorlessly as he shook his head. "Today... really fucked me up. I thought I'd lost you, I thought..." he paused, getting quiet "...The way you looked down there, alone, miles under the water, surrounded by all sorts of shit" he shook his head harder like he could unlive the memory of it all.

"I should have told you sooner, because I've known for awhile, for a long fucking time, but I've been too scared to say it, too scared that you don't remotely feel the same way, but that doesn't matter anymore, nothing fucking matters other than you hearing me say it, today, every day, I love you, YN." His eyes met yours finally, wide and sincere. "With everything I've got, I love you."

"I love you too!—" you whispered, and the words were barely out of your mouth before he pressed his cold lips to yours, pulling you into him so tightly you let out an involuntary squeak as your arms moved to wrap around his neck and he fell backwards onto his bed, continuing to mumble against your lips "Iloveyou, loveyou, I loveyou", smushing your kisses with his affectionate words until you were laughing with joy, the sound finally reassuring him that you were his, and that you were okay.

♡

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KIRA BABY HELLOOO ??????????? not you just casually dropping this masterpiece… ugh i’ve been in such an enzo mood lately and jesus you write him so perfectly. like this is literally him the characterisation is spot on !!!!!!!

Pleasee 26 and 123 with lorenzo and stutt 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

hi, thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy this 💘

prompt list

26. "come to bed."

123. "fix your makeup."

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the way your ass moved in that skirt was the most sinful thing lorenzo had seen in his life. his darkened eyes were watching your every move with the intensity of a true snake, burning invisible holes thorough your body wherever they went. his demeanor was as nonchalant as ever, though, his legs spread wide on the bed, his hands clasped on his stomach. the grey sweatpants he was wearing did absolutely nothing to hide a visible bulge at the front, throbbing every few seconds underneath the thin fabric.

you were completely oblivious to his growing arousal, covering your lips with another layer of shiny lipgloss. lorenzo bit the inside of his cheek, his own lips already curled up in a smirk, and moved one of his hands down his body. his palm rested on top of his clothed erection, slowly moving up and down, which made his cock twitch even more. the way your lips shone in the bright lights coming from your vanity mirror made him imagine all the different ways he could make them shine from other things.

you smacked your lips together, evenly spreading out the gloss. the sounds went straight down south for lorenzo, whose hand was already slipping into his sweats.

"come to bed," he murmured, his voice smug as usual, but with a certain huskiness to it that immediately let you know what kind of thoughts were running through his head. you turned around, your eyebrow quirking up at the sight opening up to your eyes – lorenzo’s hand clearly moving, covered by the grey fabric of the only item of clothing on his body.

"well, babe, i’m going out," you answered, your voice filled with amusement and a hint of desire – it had never failed to arouse you just how much your mere existence could turn your boyfriend on. but then again, he was turned on nearly 24/7, the feeling only heightened by you being close – in this case, in the same room.

"don’t give a shit, honey,” lorenzo murmured, his hand lazily pumping and smearing precum all over his aching length. "shouldn’t’ve put this goddamn lipgloss on, baby. because the way it looks on you makes me think you’ve been planning this all along."

"no idea what you’re talking about, enz," you drawled, your voice a sing-song picture of innocence. however, the slow steps you were taking towards him were anything but. stopping right at the foot of the bed, you looked down at your boyfriend, your eyes eating up the entirety of his body and stopping right where his hand was still moving, the sweats revealing exactly what was happening underneath.

lorenzo smirked, noticing exactly where your gaze lingered, and it only fueled him to continue. if he knew you well, and he did, he really did, you’d give in right about…

his train of thought was interrupted by the mattress shifting slightly under your weight as you climbed onto the bed. his legs were already wide open, creating a perfect spot for you to fit right between them. your hand slowly, teasingly moved up his thigh, reaching his moving hand and pushing it away, all action coming to a halt. he removed it without questions, tucking his arms under his head and sinking into the pillow, watching you pulling his sweatpants down with that same smirk that never seemed to leave his lips.

now.

the tip of lorenzo’s cock was suddenly wrapped up in the warmth of your mouth, eliciting a breathy ‘fuck’ from him. your tongue swirled around, collecting the salty precum and dropping it onto his length in a thick blob, mixed with your saliva. your head lowered, taking him whole, inch by inch, until the back of your throat wasn’t so empty anymore.

"so eager, huh?" he murmured, the small sound of you gagging sending a pleasant vibration through his body. you looked up, meeting his sly stare with your eyes, and the sight of you in this position, with your shiny lips encircling his member almost made him cum on the spot. of course, he didn’t show it, only giving you a somewhat breathless chuckle as you started bobbing your head up and down.

traces of your gloss smeared all over his heated flesh as you sucked him off like he was the tastiest lollipop you’d ever had. lorenzo never strayed away from watching you, only sometimes glancing up to your ass, stuck out in the air in that delicious-looking short skirt that swayed each time you fully shoved yourself onto his cock. when your tongue started helping in bringing him to the peak of pleasure, lorenzo’s hips twitched and a gasp escaped him, signaling that his orgasm was getting closer and closer.

half a minute later, you sat up on your knees, your tongue swiping along your bottom lip to collect every last drop of white coating it. enzo watched you with a heated, yet irritatingly smug look, not bothering to pull his sweatpants up just yet.

"fix your makeup," he said with a chuckle, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek. "although, i do have to say, baby, that i much prefer you with this kinda gloss."

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oh my god…. him fucking you to warm you up is so hot god i desperately need this man. i love love love how sweet this was too !!!!!!!! he’s too perfect

Hey! Can you do 46 and 6 with theo (smut and fluff like he's really just wanna help his girl <3 thankssss

heyyy, thanks for your request <3 love this, need theo to help me when i get cold ngl… also, this is based on real life experience, bc guess who also forgets to close the window for the night?

prompt list

6. "let me help."

46. "it’s so cold."

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it was kind of stupid, how you kept forgetting to close the window for the night, especially now that it was november, infamous for its cold and gloomy nature. and once again, you woke up with a shiver, feeling your teeth chatter as soon as your brain fully turned on. your feet, despite being clad in fuzzy socks, were freezing, causing you to pull the blanket down a bit. it made the fabric slide off your shoulder, eliciting a frustrated groan from you. you just couldn’t win.

you were a bit relieved when you felt theo’s firm and warm body cuddling up to you from behind, his arm wrapped around your waist, his breath warming up your neck. the shivers he was giving you were definitely much more pleasant than the ones from the biting wind blowing through the window.

you hummed softly as you felt theo’s morning wood prodding your ass, the fabric of his sweatpants being the only barrier between your bodies. he moved his hips lazily and slowly against you, letting you feel every inch of him, while his lips started a wet trail from behind your ear down to the crook of your neck.

you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt the chilly air brush wet patches of skin left after theo’s gentle mouth. "it’s so cold," you complained, pressing yourself further into his chest, which caused the friction between your bottom and his length to increase. theo’s cock reacted by twitching and straining more against his sweatpants, the movements against you still lazy and slow, but growing a bit firmer.

"let me help, hm?" theo murmured into your neck. his hand gently pressed on your side, turning you so that you’d be laid out on your back. his form covered you fully from the top, the weight of him instantly making you warmer, as well as the heat pooling between your legs at the kisses he kept planting on your neck.

theo’s hand traveled down your body, careful not to lift your sweater up. as much as he’d want to feel your skin, he cared about you not catching the cold way more. finally, his fingers grazed the waistband of your pajama bottoms, pulling them down just enough for him to be able to slide between your legs.

"sorry, tesoro," he whispered, feeling shivers running up your thighs once the freezing air of the room touched your skin. "i’ll warm you up in a sec, alright?"

you nodded, smiling when he pulled the blanket from the sides, tucking it under your body. now the two of you were in a soft cocoon, your bodies flush against each other, creating even more warmth. you missed the moment when theo pulled down his sweatpants, whining quietly at the feeling of his flushed and throbbing cock suddenly right at your core. the heat of his arousal contrasted with the coldness of precum leaking from his tip, sending another small shiver through you.

your moan at theo’s slow entrance inside was eagerly swallowed by his lips, capturing yours in a soft, tender kiss. the movements of his hips were slightly constricted by the blanket tightly wrapped around you, but it didn’t prevent him from giving you all the pleasure you needed. on the contrary, the tip of his cock was forced to stay deep inside of you, constantly hitting the sweetest spots and bringing you to the edge quicker than usual.

theo planted kissed all over your face, keeping his lips unusually dry in order not to give you more chills. your hands gripped his sweatshirt on his back, your mouth at his ear as you moaned out a quiet "close, teddy…" you felt the vibration of theo’s contented hum against your cheek, and his soft "cum for me, amore" in response. your orgasm washed over you in a wave of heat, causing some sweat to break out on your neck and chest. the sweater you had on started to itch a bit due to the dampness of your skin underneath it, almost causing you to miss theo spilling into you with a quiet groan of his own.

"warmer now, tesoro?" he asked, looking at your flushed face with an adoring smile, his hand coming up to wipe away the small droplets of sweat dripping down your forehead.

you nodded, leaning into his touch, but then chuckled softly, glancing at the still-open window, where the rain could be heard rattling against the windowsill. "you know you could’ve just closed the window, right?" you asked, looking back at theo with a smirk, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth as your eyes studied his also flushed and sweaty face.

"yeah, but…" he drawled, giving you a small kiss between the words. "where’s the fun in that?"

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA VIV??????????????

“That’s my girl…Needed a bit of a punishment before surrendering huh?”

thats my girl…. oh this would’ve made me cum on the spot

“Now take my dick like the good girl I know you are.”

ANY FUCKING DAY !!!!!!!!!

you being able to make me like a brat taming fic just proves that your writing is fucking incredible cause holy. shit. i’ll eat up anything you post and i can’t wait for dickmas god everyone say thank you queen viv

not that i’m thinking about your subby side after you ✨flirted✨ with me over some damn boops.

but now i’m thinking about taming your ass…

i mean, ahem. toxic!theo taming you while i watch. I MEAN I MEAN toxic!theo taming reader while I watch…

i MEAN! AHEM!

i’m just causally thinking about toxic!theo. that’s all. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️😎😏

KIZ PLEASEEEEE the way I’ve been giggling at this since you sent it to me I fuckin love you LMAO 💋💋💋💋

But yes of course just CASUALLY thinking of toxic!theo yes yes yes you can tame me anyday

Yes I too think of toxic!theo taming reader and it makes me FERALLLLL horny

Warning: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, Dom!theo, toxic!theo, brat taming, slapping, gagging, degrading, punishment, dirty talk, PIV, rough sex, dom&sub, dom&brat

“Hands out. Now.” Theo demanded just as he shoved you down to your knees. Danger lingering in his darkened eyes. You may have bratted a little more than you could handle this night and Theodore was NOT having it any longer.

“My hands? The fuck you want my hands for?”

Questioning him in a bratty scoff, you tilted your head to the side. Theo’s eyes burned down into yours, his jaw clenched before- Smack! A hard and heavy slap welted across your cheek, your head shooting to the side. “You don’t get to question me…Now let me see your hands, brat.”

His domineering tone was prominent, his cock still fully erect through his heavy breaths. You rolled your eyes. Holding your hands out to Theo in annoyance. “Fine…” You mumbled out as Theo stepped back to grab his black leather belt from off his jeans that sprawled on the floor.

“Was that so fuckin’ hard?” his voice was dark and low as he held the belt between his manly hands. Theo’s words caused you to roll your eyes once more. But little did you know what would happen next. -Wack wack wack! The belt hit against your sensitive palms, causing you to wince out and draw your hands back. “What the fuck-“

Your words cut off just as Theodore pulled your arms right back to him. Enjoying seeing you in this state. The start of the taming. Inflicting just the tiniest amount of pain on you? His cock was fucking throbbing.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” His stormy-filled eyes seemed to darken even more. Speaking through his teeth. “No.” Quipping back in a snarky tone, Theo let out a dangerous and low chuckle. Keeping the belt between his hands he stalked over to his dresser, fumbling through it before walking back.

A gag. A fucking ball gag held in one hand as the belt hung in the other. “Keep on bratting…See where it gets you.” Fuck why is this so hot? He took his thumb, placing it on your bottom lip to part it open before strapping the ball gag on. “That’ll fuckin’ teach you.”

With smug pride spread across Theo’s chiseled face, he took his position back in front of you. One hand stroking down his rock-hard length while the other tickled the belt on your palms. -Wack! Another hard smack to your now swollen red hands.

Tears pricked your eyes, muffled whimpers escaping through the gag. But you couldn’t back down. Not yet. “Hm? What was that? The brat wants it even harder?” He only taunted you more so, coming down a few more times on your raw palm. -Wack wack wack wack! Mascara ran down your face before finally having enough.

“-I’m….Sorry…” Your voice muffled out from the ball gag, Theo let out a low chuckle. Watching you fully fall into that sub-space he oh so craved. As much as he liked your bratty side he certainly preferred the submissive side much more. “That’s my girl…Needed a bit of a punishment before surrendering huh?”

All you did was nod your head, Theo tossed his belt to the side before lifting you on the bed. Instantly putting you on all fours, with one hand shoving your face down into the cool silk sheets. “Now take my dick like the good girl I know you are.” He growled before slamming his massive length deep inside of you.

He kept your head rammed down in the sheets, the other giving rough smacks to your juicy ass that jiggled with each hard thrust pounded into you. Watching his cock push in and out of your clenched walls, each pump soaking him more and more.

Proving to him, as much as he fucking lived for taming your bratty ass, you also enjoyed being tamed by Theo. And very much so at that.

PLEASEEEEEE this was supposed to be way shorter yet here we are lmaooo

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finally had the time to read this and AWWEE THIS IS ADORABLE !!!!! cormac is such a dickhead but it made me so happy when theo punched him 🙂‍↕️ i love that he’s both tough and sweet in this !! so so good

Love Blooms a Stitch at a Time

Genre: fluff, mild angst

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: minor bullying and violence

Authors note: i have no idea, tbh. Not my best work but it is what it is.

She was a troubled girl—she had seen, done, and had things done to her that no teenager—no child—should have witnessed and endured. But despite all this, she remained resilient. McGonagall had her eye on her since the beginning, tracking her movements around the magical world and keeping tabs on her family. When the time came to send out her Hogwarts acceptance letter, Minerva hand-delivered hers to ensure she received it.

Once at Hogwarts, when she was sorted into Hufflepuff, McGonagall tasked a pair of second-year Slytherin students—Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott—with keeping her company until she was able to make her friends. She did not anticipate one student taking his task this seriously.

“Whatcha working on now, ragazza meravigliosa?” The familiar Italian accent hits the Hufflepuff’s ears. She jumps slightly, and a hint of pink tints her cheeks as Theodore slides in beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I always see you working on something, but I never see the finished project.”

“Stop doing that, Theo! How are you so quiet when you walk?!” She looks over at him, putting her needlework on the table. “Stop sneaking up on me! Fuckin’ ninja”

Theodore laughs, a deep, hearty laugh that warms her very soul - a sound she has dreamt about since meeting him six years ago. A sound she is going to miss next year in her 7th year when he is no longer around - a sound she has found comfort in. “You didn’t answer my question, cara mia. What are you working on now?”

She huffs, picking up her embroidery. The blush on her cheeks intensifies as she shows Theodore what she is working on—the half-finished Slytherin crest in the middle of the hoop. While she hopes he doesn’t see it, Theodore locks in on his initials hidden within the strands. Her vulnerability is palpable, and it tugs at Theodore's heartstrings.

Before he could comment on the piece itself as a whole, Cormac McLaggen snatches the hoop out of her hand and starts showing it to his friends, mocking her for the whole Great Hall to hear. “Looks like the little puff has a crush on the big, bad Theodore Nott.” He scoffs, throwing her embroidery on the ground, stopping on it with his muddy shoes.

She looked utterly destroyed, and it broke Theo’s heart. She didn’t share much about her childhood, but from what Professor McGonagall had told him, she needed to do something creative with her hands, something to calm the demons in her psyche. That something she found was embroidering gifts for her friends, and Cormac might have just ruined that.

She got up to leave, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks at any given second. Theo rose too, not to chase after her but to shove Cormac out of the way to pick up her embroidery. “Was that necessary, McLaggen? She's not hurting anybody. You had to ruin the one good thing that girl has going for her?” He brushed off as much of the mud as he could, but he knew he needed to find some way to clean it.

Cormac laughs, a mocking laugh that grates at Theo's ears. “Oooh, big bad Theodore Nott has a crush on the little Hufflepuff. Ain't that cute,” he says, intending to embarrass him. “Run along, lover boy, before I find her and show her what a real man feels like.”

If his goal was to rile Theo up - it worked. He placed her embroidery carefully on the table, ensuring he did not dirty it further before landing a powerful punch right to Cormac’s nose, the cartilage breaking beneath his fist. Cormac stumbles backwards and holds his nose as blood trickles down.

“What the fuck, Nott!” Cormac’s friends yell, two going to tend to Cormac while one runs off to find a professor. “You broke his nose! Now he won’t be able to play Quidditch!”

Theo shrugs nonchalantly, an air of indifference surrounding him. “Not my problem. Maybe he should consider not being a cunt to people that were minding their own business and doing nothing wrong. You should try doing what she does; see how easy you find it.”

He walks over to where Cormac is, grabs a fist full of his robes, hauling him up so they are face to face. “If you so much as bump into her in the hallways, I will break more than just your nose. You will be unrecognizable when I'm done with you. Don't test me.”

Theo then grabs the embroidery from the table before walking out of the Great Hall in search of Tom - if anyone were skilled enough in charms to clean her work up, it would be him. He walks through the castle in the direction of the dungeons.

“Tom, are you in here? I need your help.” He called as soon as he entered the common room, waiting for a moment to see if the prefect would answer. Papers rustling was the only sound he heard. “Tom? I know you’re in here; Cormac was teasing that Hufflepuff Matt and I keep around and ruined her embroidery. I need your help to fix it, please.”

Tom pokes his head out of a secluded corner Theo didn’t even know existed. “How did he ruin it?” he questions, earning a laugh from Theo. He knew the other Riddle had a soft spot for the girl. He stood up and walked over to Theo, taking the project in his hand and looking it over. “Scourgify,” he mutters, and all the mud disappears in a second.

“Here you go, Nott. You could have done that yourself.” Tom scowls, all but throwing her project back at him. “You say Cormac McLaggen did this? I may need to have a word with him myself.” He turned back to his chair, took a seat and returned to studying; no more words were spoken about the girl, but Theo knew he knew the cold-hearted psycho that was his best friend's brother had a soft spot for the little Hufflepuff.

“Where are you, Cara Mia? " he mutters to himself as he leaves the common room to find her, hunt her down, return her embroidery—and perhaps finally confess his feelings. He was admiring the artistry that went into her embroidery when he came face to face with a pair of shoes he was dreading - Professor McGonagall.

“There you are, Mr. Nott, just the person I needed to see. Can you come with me, please? I need to speak with you.” Her voice was just as severe and stoic as ever. He knew better than to disobey the deputy headmistress. He walked through the halls, expecting to be led to the headmaster's office, but instead, he found himself in her transfiguration classroom, where his girl was sitting at a desk, drying her tears.

Upon seeing her, Theo immediately rushes over to her, crouching beside her and pulling her into a hug. He doesn’t know why he did it or if she will even reciprocate the hug, but it feels right. To his surprise, she wraps her arms around him, desperately hanging onto him.

“Oh, cara mia,” he whispers, resting his chin on her head. “You didn't deserve that. I had Tom clean it if you still want to finish it. There's not a single speck of dirt or mud on it. If you don't want to finish it, I understand.”

Her voice, weak and broken, barely heard above the din of Hogwarts as a whole, “Thank you, Theo, b-but why did you do all that? Why did you threaten him after breaking his nose? I'm not worth all that.”

He pulls back, tilting her chin to look at him, an expression of hurt on his face. “What do you mean you're not worth it? Amore, I would give you every single star in the night sky if you asked me to. I would rain hell upon anyone who dared to do you wrong if you wanted that. My love, I would do whatever it is you asked of me just to hear you say my name. I have no business being as in love with you as I am, but here I am. You are worth so much more to me than you could ever understand. Please never say you're not worth my efforts.”

She looks at him, shocked and with some other emotions on her face. Was that love? No, it couldn't be. Someone like her couldn't possibly love someone like him. Disgust? No, not quite disgust, either.

“Do you mean that, Teddy? I know Professor McGonagall told you to be my friend and told you everything I did. Are you sure you want me?”

“We've all been forced to do things against our wills, amore, but I don’t hold any of that against you. You were just a little girl forced to do an adult job.” He takes a chance and kisses her forehead gently. She leans in, and a faint hum escapes her lips. Theo smiles, pulling away slightly. “Of course I want you, love, but the question is, do you want me?”

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FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK VIV FUUUUUUUCK this was so hot jesus fucking christ im not ok

“Ride the cum out of me. Drain my fucking balls. But don’t you dare think of stopping until I’ve finished, understood?”

“Bouncing on my -Cazzo….cock…like such a good fucking girl..”

THE PRAISEEEEEEE shdsjjddk

girl u fucking did it again. 10000/10.

Hii I don't know if you're still taking requests but plsss 🙏🙏 I need I need Dom!Theodore letting reader take control and ride him plsss absolutely need

Always taking requests sweet pea! Even if it takes me a little to get to them sometimes LOL

Anything for my sexy smut sluts 🫡💋

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, college au, dom!theo, bf!theo, dombf!theo, PIV, riding, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, hickies, nipple play, dom&sub, creampie

Plap- “You’re Plap- So Plap- good”-Plap plap- Theo groans through his plows, one hand wrapped around your throat while his darkened gaze burns into yours. Beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and torso.

“Mmm-…Theo, baby?”

Through your whiney little whimpers, you manage to choke up your words. But Theodore didn’t stop. Not in the least, his hand tightened around your neck as he started to smack kisses to your jaw. “Hm?…Yes, Amore?” He asks in a deep growl, his thrusts moving at a slower pace now.

You glided your head to the side, making your eyes lock together through your heavy breathing. “Can I…Can I go on top?” Questioning him, you bat your lashes up at the Italian. Showing your full submissive side while you wait for his answer. Unsure of how this could even go.

Theodore’s eyes flickered between yours for a moment, his silver-chained cross hanging right in your face before his lips curled into a sinister smirk. “Since you asked so…nicely, I’ll allow it.” His voice held a hint of danger to it, arousing nonetheless. His strong hands moved to your hips as he laid back, pulling you on top of him as he did.

“Ride the cum out of me. Drain my fucking balls. But don’t you dare think of stopping until I’ve finished, understood?”

Of course, even having the tiniest bit of control over Theo, he still showed his dominant and assertive nature that seemed to come naturally to him. “Mhmmm- Understood.” You whispered, your hips bucking against him as your hands found their way into your own silky hair.

His nails dug into your hips, pushing you down his massive shaft harder as he rocked you faster against him. “Fuck-…That’s it, Tesoro. Just like that.” Moans slip freely from your swollen lips, your eyes glossing over as you fight to keep them open.

Theodore’s lips find their way to your hardened nipples, sucking on them with a burning need, his nails clawing so hard into your hips that it seems to break the skin. This time, he switches it up from the back-and-forth movement, lifting you slightly and thrusting along with your rhythm.

“Bouncing on my -Cazzo….cock…like such a good fucking girl..”

He hisses from his throat against your perked nipple before taking it between his teeth. Making sure to leave his marks all over your breasts because again…This is Theodore fucking Nott we’re talking about here. Does he ever fully let you take control?

“Gods- I love that dick!” The moans escaping your lips only getting louder by the second, Theo’s face buried between your tits, lost in the blissful pleasure of you. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do…fuck!- Finish with me, amore. Don’t hold back.” He husked into your sensitive flesh.

No edging. No punishment. No waiting. Oh, you were fucking taking this. Not waiting a second longer, you let your orgasm hit, creamy juices flowing down onto Theo’s cock. Your moans turning into screams of pleasure just as you feel the slight twitching from his shaft.

Theo’s seed was spilling inside of your juicy cunt, practically overflowing you with the sticky mess. His own body convulsing with sheer pleasure as he growls lowly between your chest, all in the while smothering your tits with sloppy kisses.

“You’re too fuckin’ good…Such a sight to see with you on top of me…Can’t get enough of you, amore”

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PLEASEEEE THIS IS TOO GOOD

Your thighs tremble as you slowly pump a finger deep inside your quivering hole. You can barely contain a whimper, and you’re sure the loud, wet, squelching sound of your gushy hole is audible over the phone.

“Yeah? And then what did you do?” You prompt, cursing yourself for sounding far too breathless.

“Well…” Lorenzo’s voice drawled from the phone, “Went to the weight room… Did mostly core work today, but did some arms too.”

You could practically imagine bis bulging, tensed arm around your throat, holding you close against him. A pathetic mewl escaped your lips, your fingers slowly circling your swollen clit.

“You okay, Princess?”

“Yeah, yeah- im okay… what did you do after that?”

Lorenzo smirked from his side of the phone, his hand slowly pumping at his hard cock, smearing pre cum across its length, “Well after that I went to dinner with the boys…” he murmured, “But now i’m really craving… dessert.”

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love love love this

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐝.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬—𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 , 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 ��𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬.

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 : 𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐡! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 <3

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so fucking good omg ????!!!?!?

“La mia piccola troia perfetta,” he cooed as his movement continued. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, hm? You want that?” He said as he felt himself reach his climax. “Mhm,” you said as he continued to thrust inside of you.

this part killed me

𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 ୨୧ t.nott

masterlist. ♡ oneshot.

content warning 18+ mdni, smut, going back to your ex, fem!reader, google translated Italian, & explicit language.

summary after promising yourself that you wouldn’t, you found yourself breaking no contact with your Ex!Theodore.

After months of hating each other and no contact, you found yourself making out with him against his wall. The tension between the two of you grew heavier as the kiss grew more passionate. You couldn’t believe that you were doing this. You couldn’t believe who you were doing this with.

Theodore was your ex. You were supposed to never speak to him again. You promised yourself that the things between you two would be over forever, you promised yourself that you would never be with him again. But here you were: with him.

Theodore pulled away from the kiss as he grabbed your chin with a tight grip. “Couldn’t stay away from me too long?” His dark eyes stared into yours. “I hate you,” you responded.

However, the truth was that you couldn’t stay away from him. You wanted him all the time. You craved him. The time being away from him made you realize that.

Before you knew it, he grabbed your legs and picked you up. He was still kissing you as he walked you to his bedroom.

Theodore threw you on his bed, ready to devour you. He pulled both of your clothes off, his eyes still not leaving yours. He threw them somewhere on the floor, he left you revealed in just your already soaked underwear. “So needy. Missed getting fucked by me, hm?” He said as he leaned down to kiss your neck and eventually sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. You let out a soft moan.

“Gonna mark you up. Gonna make sure you remember what’s mine, bella.” Theodore said as he looked back up at you. His hands were on your thighs. He began to make a trail of kisses and hickeys from your neck to your stomach. He finally reached your inner thighs. Still kissing them, he moved closer to your heat. You whined in response.

He then pulled down your underwear. You were basically dripping from how much you craved Theodore at that moment.

“Please, Theo,” you whined in desperation for him. The next thing you knew, Theodore’s tongue was doing figure eights on your clit. You gasped at the feeling.

Theodore slipped a finger inside of you, and eventually another one. He continued to do laps on your clit with his tongue. He gave you an indescribable amount of pleasure every time he was inside of you. It didn’t matter what he was doing. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that sensitive spot in your walls that drove you insane.

You moaned as you gripped his soft brown hair. You saw stars he continued. You let out soft, “Theo”s. The more you would moan out his name, the harder he would go. There was something about hearing his name come out of your mouth that turned him on even more.

You clenched around Theodore’s fingers as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. “Cum for me, bella,” Theodore said as his pace began to get faster. You arched your back at the feeling of Theodore eating you out.

You eventually reached your orgasm, spilling out profanities as your arousal coated his fingers. He removed his fingers, putting them in his mouth—tasting your juices.

Before you could catch your breath, you felt Theodore flip you over onto your stomach. He gave your ass a smack that caused you to let a loud moan. “Tell me how much you hate me again?” Theodore said as smirked. And before you could respond, you felt his veiny cock ram inside of your hole. Barely being able to adjust, you let out a loud gasp.

Theodore groaned as he thrusted inside of you. “This what you wanted, bella?” He said as his pace began to get faster. “Missed me feeling you up with my cock, hm?” You moaned at his words as he continued to thrust deep inside of you.

Theodore gripped your hair, pulling you in for a kiss. He was now deeper inside of you than before from the position you were in. “Say you’re mine,” he demanded as he broke the kiss. You moaned as he spoke those words to you. The way he was hitting every sweet spot inside of you and the way he caressed your skin was enough to send your mind into a spiral. You couldn’t think straight.

“I’m yours,” you moaned as he continued to thrust deep and hard inside of you. “Mhm, you’re mine, bella,” He said. Theodore knew the way he’d speak dirty to you in Italian and his roughness would draw you right back in. He loved the way you would come undone under him every time he was inside of you.

Theodore’s thrusts became harder, causing you to moan even louder before. You could feel his tip hitting your cervix with every thrust. You saw stars. “Theo I’m so close,” you whined as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach tighten.

“So tight around me. You wanted me to fill you up so badly didn’t you?” Theodore said as he felt you clench around his cock. “Mhm, soo bad,” you replied, teary eyed from the pleasure you were feeling.

As his thrusts continued, you felt yourself come to another orgasm. You moaned Theodore’s name as you came all over his cock.

You could barely think as Theodore continued to pound deeply inside of you. Overstimulated by the feeling, Theodore pulled you in for a kiss by gripping your hair. “Such a good girl for me, amore mio,” he said as he dropped you back down. Your face buried in the pillow as he continued to thrust deep inside of you. Cock drunk, you responded, “only for you, baby.”

“La mia piccola troia perfetta,” he cooed as his movement continued. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, hm? You want that?” He said as he felt himself reach his climax. “Mhm,” you said as he continued to thrust inside of you.

“you feel so good, cara mia,” Theodore said as you felt his warm cum fill your walls. He thrusted a few more times before finally removing himself. You laid down on the bed and panted as Theodore laid down on his back, pulling you in to lay on his chest.

“You still hate me?” He said with a smirk.

[nottsangel-recs]

coriolanus snow x fem!reader | smut below mdni

“Coryo, stop teasing,” you whined.

Coriolanus rubbed his tip against your puffy clit. The tingling sensation began to overwhelm you while he continued to stroke your folds with his cock.

“Shhh.” He softly kissed your forehead and leaned his head close to your ear, licking the skin from the base of your neck to your jaw. “You hear that?” he whispered. Before you could respond, Coriolanus slammed his cock into your hole, forcing you to take in all of him with no time to adjust. He spread your legs further apart to give him more access. Coriolanus took his precious time thrusting in and out, and your wet cunt gripped around his length. You cried out his name, pleading for more.

“You sound so pretty, baby. I love to hear you moan my name,” Coriolanus praised.

He pushed himself in more profoundly, hitting your G-spot, “Ahhh Coryo, fuck yes right there.” You could feel yourself pulsing around his cock. When attempting to force him to move faster, Coriolanus removed his hands from your legs to pin your hands above your head on the mattress. “I will fuck you when I want and how I want,” he snarled. And Coriolanus did just that, engulfed in your wet heat and edging himself to orgasm, one stroke at a time.

He kept your wrists pinned down with one hand and took the other to caress your clit. Coriolanus found joy in watching you squirm under his intense stare, waiting to see your eyes roll back when you orgasm. He loved admiring your pussy squirting on his cock even more.

“Tell me that this pussy is mine.”

“It’s all yours.”

You watched in awe as his thick veins pulsed before spouting his cum on your pussy before pumping more inside of you, painting your walls with his seed.

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whenever coryo is stressed the first thing he does is look for you. you're the only one that knows how to calm him down when he gets all worked up. heart racing and head thumping. he needs you. more specifically, he needs to be inside you. he needs to feel your warm walls wrapped around him. needs to hear the moans that fall from your lips as he presses himself inside. the way your back arches against him and the light dances across your breasts. there's nothing in the world that compares to how he feels inside you. he'd lay there all day with you wrapped around his cock if he could. forget the capitol, forget his missions, he's so in love with you and your pussy, he'd give it all up in a heartbeat.

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finding coriolanus’ old peace keeper uniform.

after the engagement, you two are moving into a shared home in the center of the capitol. it’s buried deep in a silver trunk, stashes of photos, his dog tags, a few other odd things, and the blue jumpsuit. it’s slightly stiff with storage, the material thick and sturdy.

“maybe you should put it on.” you grin at him, playful in tone, but the glint in your eye tells him otherwise.

so he humors you, if for not other reason than his own morbid curiosity. see where this goes.

“how does it look?” the material fits tighter around his chest now, more mature, more grown up.

your mouth waters at the sight, ogling his dog tags hanging around his neck. “i think i miss the shaved hair.” you giggle. “can’t believe i’m saying that.”

coriolanus grins, watching you carefully, calculated steps coming towards you. “what is it?” he hummed, hands smoothing over the thick, blue material.

“i-i like your dog tags.” you admitted, eyes flashing to his sweetly, his heart skipping. “you should wear them more.”

your legs are around his waist after that, scratching and grabbing at his the bare skin of his back. coryo’s soft grunts mixing with your own breathy whimpers, fucking into you on the mattress. his dog tags dangling over your face, your chest. he’d purposefully hover so you could grab them in your mouth, sucking on them while you looked at him, eyes rounded and begging.

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UGHHHHH I LOVE THIS he’s such a cutie ☹️☹️☹️🩷 and him immediately understanding what she needs…. he’s too fucking perfect

hii, could you do prompt 4 and 6 with theodore nott? and make it smut and fluff? thank youuu

hi babe, thanks for your request 💘 the best way that theo could help you when you feel bad tbh. ugh i need him so much…

prompt list

4. "i feel awful."

6. "let me help."

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18+ smut

"principessa?”

theo was sitting at his desk when you came barging into his dorm, plopping down onto his bed with a pretty pissed off expression on your face. he turned to you, his eyebrow raised in a silent question. it was obvious that something was wrong, and he already knew exactly how to deal with this.

"i feel awful," you muttered, crossing your arms on your chest and letting out an annoyed sigh, staring into the ceiling.

"you wanna talk about it, or…?" he made an uncommitted gesture with his hand, knowing you’d get the hint right away. it was basically routine at this point.

"or," you simply answered, leaning back against the pillows and glancing at him with that look that made him understand what kind of matter it was. with a small smile, he got up from the chair and climbed onto the bed, his hands gently grabbing your thighs to spread them apart.

"let me help," he murmured against your skin as his lips made a soft trail up your inner thighs, his fingers skimming along your skin to lift your skirt up to your waist. you bit your bottom lip, feeling the pleasant heat already pooling between your legs, just like it always did – the best effect theo could ever have on you, making your mind turn to mush and forget all about whatever was troubling you in the first place.

theo made his way to your panties, his tongue sticking out to trace a flat line along your clothed folds. his lips curled up in a small satisfied smile when he felt the wetness already soaking through the fabric, savouring the taste for a second before pulling the cotton away. you let out a quiet moan when his tongue found its way directly to you center, flicking up and down a few times before swirling around your sensitive clit. the pretty sound you made was music to theo’s ears, and he felt his own need twitch between his legs. it was all about you, however, which is why he focused on eating you worries away.

his lips wrapped around your clit, giving it a couple of light sucks before sliding down again. he drew unimaginable shapes with his skillful tongue, drawing louder moans out of you, much to his delight. your hand found its way into his hair, your nails lightly grazing his head, which made him groan softly into you, the sound pleasantly vibrating through your core and sparking up your already heightened senses. your back arched off the bed, your eyes fluttering shut as you got lost in pleasure, your troubles melting away underneath theo’s loving touch.

theo’s movements got sloppier by the minute, still slow but firmer, the slurping sounds of him drinking you in mixing with your continuous moans.

"teddy, i’m-" you got cut off by your own whimper escaping your lips when his tongue slid inside your entrance, pressing into the spot that he knew would be the one to almost tip you over.

"yeah? close, amore?” he murmured against you without pulling away. you nodded, unable to produce any more words. "come, baby. let go for me."

your hand tightened in his curls as you reached the peak, theo eagerly lapping up your release and cleaning you up before crawling up to lay down next to you. his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing your bodies closer together. his fingers softly traced circles underneath your crumpled shirt as you comfortably rested your head on his chest, you breathing slowing down and letting your brain turn off in favour of mindless bliss.

"you okay?” he asked, nuzzling his face into your hair and placing a kiss against the top of your head.

"i am now," you replied, a smile appearing on your face. theo always knew exactly how to help you out.

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UGH I NEED THIS MAN

How would Theo show me he loves me through fucking me🤪

Alright ANON lmao

Let's get this going, shall we?

First, the fucking ATTENTION this man would give you. It would be sensational. His eyes never leave yours as he craves seeing you in complete and total desire. His hands will map out every single inch of your body. He is dehydrated and you are the water he needs to survive. He doesn't just want you, he needs you.

And speaking of attention, you would be getting the first orgasm every. single. time. No questions. No debates. He'd make sure you felt all of the pleasure first every single time and over and over again.

I also feel like he would be caring at times too. It would be new for him but he would want to have gentle moments. Soft kisses on your body in between the rough ones. Hands cradling you when he's on top. There would be hints of the sweetness in there.

And, finally, his aftercare would be *chef's kiss.* You wouldn't have to move a muscle. He would take care of everything. Clean you up. Carry you to the bath that he drew for you. Bring you snacks, drinks, brush your hair. He'd do all of it. Because he loves you. He truly and genuinely loves you.

@mommynott you know all too well how Theo would be when he's in love. All. Too. Well.

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eating up all your fics rn at 9am cause they’re my breakfast ANYWAY HELLO DJSJDJD oh save me angry mean enemy theo save me

“Thought what? Huh? Didn’t want to serve me but wanted to be fucked by me? Is that what I’m hearing?”

OKAY WELL DAMN i felt that line in my coochie icl

Just thinking of being enemies with benefits with Theo-

Oh my god, yes. Enemies with benefits with Theo makes me droooooool. The way he would taunt you. Mess with you. Just to fuck your brains out later. I had this idea of reader working at the three broomsticks….👀

TW: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, CHARS 18+, Uni AU, enemy!theo, dom!theo, rough sex, choking, slight brat taming, dom&sub, semi-public fuck, degrading, dirty talk, edging, PIV

“Funny…you think your actions don’t have consequences, hm?” Theodore growled through his rough thrusts. One hand wrapped around your throat while the other held you up against the wooden wall. Gasps, whimpers, hissing. That’s all that could free from your now swollen lips.

It wasn’t unlike Theo to come visit while you worked at the pub, but given the track record between you two, you never expected him to be balls deep inside of you in one of the rooms above the three broomsticks…but here you were.

“Such a fucking little brat-fuck…telling your friend to serve me instead of you, huh?”

He husked right along the apple of your cheek, his strong hand tightening around your neck while he pounded into you. You see…Theodore wasn’t too thrilled when he showed up to the pub only for you to have your coworker switch tables with you.

You weren’t friends. Dating. Lovers. No. You were enemies who….occasionally liked to have some ‘fun’ together. As confusing as it was you couldn’t deny the attraction you had for Theo. God, you hated him. Loathed him. But when he fucked your brains out it’s as if that all slipped away.

“I-I….I just thought-“

Theo cut you off, his darkened eyes shooting up to yours as he thrusted into you even harder. His jaw clenched while his gaze flickered between your own.

“Thought what? Huh? Didn’t want to serve me but wanted to be fucked by me? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Fuck. His domineering and assertive tone was driving you mad. It would only fuel your arousal more so. Your dainty hand went over his own as you nodded your head to him.

“Yes! Fuck- I'm sorry! P-please…”

Whimpering out as you tried oh so hard to bite back your moans, Theo couldn’t help but smugly smirk. Knowing what you wanted, but of course, he'd tease you about it beforehand. “Hm? The brats begging?…. Please what, ragazza?”

He asked in a taunting tone, his pumps seemingly only going faster. You were on the brink of climax. But you knew Theo and he surely wouldn’t let you finish until you begged him to.

“Cum…please-fuck please let me cum, baby”

You whined, squirming under his touch. Practically feeling your legs start to shake already. You couldn’t hold back much longer at this point. And Theo? Fuck he loved bringing you to this electric state. Knowing he had that control….that power over you.

“Beg for it, brat. Fucking. Beg. For. It.” Theodore grunted through each hard thrust, his teeth gritted together while his hand moved up from your throat, squeezing your cheeks together.

“P-please, gods- please let me cum, baby…fucking, please! I-I’m begging- please!” You cried out, feeling tears prick your eyes as you fought back the intense orgasm that wanted to hit. Your juices already starting to leak from your aching cunt.

Theo’s cock was throbbing between your clenched walls, giving you a slight head nod of approval before cursing in Italian under his breath.

“I suppose you’re deserving to cum now….finish for me, Cara.”

His voice came out in a hushed groan, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin heard all around. You didn’t even hesitate, finally being able to breathe, you let your pleasurable climax hit. The wetness from your pussy flowed freely down his cock. But he wasn’t done with you, not in the least.

Just a small little blurb for now but I can’t wait write more for this👀👀👀

Divider pinned in my master list 🌙

Requests and asks open my smut sluts 💋