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16 in the middle of rome 💷

[s9fti3]

Theodore just adores pulling you in by your neck or tie to give kisses. Walking away to go to class and here he is grabbing you by the back of your neck to give you a kiss till you can’t breathe only for him to let go and kiss the top of your head before walking off as if he didn’t do a single thing to you. He is sinful and he knows it.

[starzioo]

i biblically need this man.

[lullxby]

niccolo bf headcannons, how would he be with his gf, particularly a shy girl :))

oh my gosh he’d be insufferable (but also the sweetest guy ever?)

i did this with a few headcanons and a short imagine cus i didn’t know what one you’d like! enjoy!! 🤍

- this boy would love to see you get all flustered from his compliments, or hide your face to not let him see how red it’s getting. - if you were diverting your eyes from him for whatever reason, he’d definitely make you look at him - “lemme see that pretty face” - “c’mon ma, i don’t bite” - “unless you want me to” - all jokes aside, if someone were to talk over you when you were finally trying to speak your mind, he’d make sure you knew he was paying attention atleast. - “shut up and let her finish, yeah?” - he’s the only one allowed to tease you for how flustered you get - someone else goes “oooh she’s blushing, nicco, look whatcha do to her,” - he is pissed - “yeah? what about it?” he’d snap, knowing you wouldn’t want him to be too rude, but simultaneously not wanting you to be embarrassed - he’d def say some choice words to them later, regardless of if they were his friend or not 😊 - if you wanted him to, he’d order for you at a restaurant, or things of that sort

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you and niccolo were sat on his couch, with brando and vittorio sitting beside the two of you, chatting mindlessly about something trivial. you had your legs splayed over niccolo’s thighs, his hands holding them in place.

you were reading a book, one that he had gotten you a few days ago, his excuse being he had just saw it and remembered you wanting it. the reality had been that he had waited for it to be released, just to be able to purchase it for you as soon as it did.

either way, he’d never forget the way your face had lit up when he presented it to you. with your expression, it could’ve been guessed that he gave you some crazy expensive gift, rather than just a fifteen euro book.

the boys continued talking, though nicco’s gaze kept flashing back towards you, as if he couldn’t bare to draw his eyes away for longer than a couple minutes.

you finished the chapter you were on, putting a small slip of random paper in as a bookmark.

he turned towards you, noticing the look in your eyes. it was always like he could read you like the books you always had your nose stuck in.

brando and vitto turned the conversation to just be between the two of them, letting niccolo talk to you rather than them.

you started chatting about the book, slowly changing subjects into how your day was. he listened close, occasionally nodding you along so you felt more comfortable letting him know about all these things.

that was, until brando started tapping the boy’s shoulder, trying to get his attention. you stopped talking, wanting niccolo to be able to talk to his friends, not wanting him to feel obliged to listen to you ramble.

this made him suddenly frustrated. he could’ve dealt with the incessant hits against his shoulder. but now that you had stopped talking, now that he wasn’t able to listen to your sweet voice, he was upset.

“bro, ‘m right in the middle of a conversation here, fuck off,” nicco sassed towards his friend, causing him to hold his hands up defensively and turn back to vitto.

then, his voice softened as he looked back towards you, “go ahead, babe, ‘m listening,” he urged, his eyes scanning over your face.

you shrugged, “it’s fine, you can talk to your friends,” you assured, opening up your book again.

“c’mon, please,” he practically begged, just wanting to hear more about how you were doing. he disliked doing this in front of his friends, as he hated for people to see the softer side of him, especially people like vitto.

still, he’d do anything for you, and he’d do it a thousand times more.

“tell me more about the girl you saw in the halls. what was her name? ludo?”

it was as if a switch in you flipped, as you nodded at the mention of your friend, going into a more in depth story about the dark-haired girl.

you had no clue what was yet to come with her.

baby taglist: lmk if you’d like to be added!

divider by h-aewo!

[illbegottenfaith]

Niccolò Rossi Baby (2018 - 2020)

[coldcoffee18]

[dramaticals]

LORENZO ZURZOLO as NICCOLÒ GOVENDER ROSSI BABY (2018-2020)

[raekensluver]

ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ — ᴊᴜʟʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

ʟᴏʀᴇɴᴢᴏ ᴢᴜʀᴢᴏʟᴏ

[dylobilysmomg]

Sex & Secrets

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 (𝗡𝗲𝘁𝗳𝗹𝗶𝘅)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼 𝗚𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟵𝗸+

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪! 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗽𝗻𝘃, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝗜𝗧)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜 𝗹𝘂𝘃 𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧!

*𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙜*

*𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙜*

*𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙜*

*𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙜*

“Aren’t you going to check that?” Camilla interrupts her own rant, “You’re phone has been blowing up for the past 10 minutes.”

“It’s probably nothing, plus I’m trying to talk to you, not whoever is in my phone, Cami.” I reply, knowing exactly who was blowing up my phone. He was mere feet away from me, cuddled up with his girlfriend in the living room as his sister, Fabio, and I gossiped in the kitchen.

“Well back to what I was say—“

I didn’t hear a thing Camilla said, I was too focused on Niccolo. It felt like every time I looked up from the table, he was looking right at me. He was always looking. Staring. And sure enough, when I look up from the table again, he’s looking at me, making a gesture with his eyes toward my phone as his girlfriend is cluelessly cuddling into his side.

“Uh, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” I announce, completely interrupting Cami. “Oh, okay.” She says, and I think she can tell that’s I’m a bit off, but she’s not thrown off enough to mention anything. So I stand, grab my phone, and walk past Nic and his girlfriend to the bathroom.

Once I’m in the bathroom, I lock the door and sit on the closed toilet, finally opening my phone.

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙂: 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙂: 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙂: 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙂: 𝙔/𝙉

I sigh, how does he even manage to send these texts with his girlfriend up his ass 24/7?

𝙔/𝙉 𝙔/𝙇/𝙄: 𝙄𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙂: 𝙊𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩

I don’t answer. I leave his text on read and check my face in the mirror, fluffing my hair a bit before exiting the bathroom. I walk past him and join Fabio and Cami again. When I join them, they’re already talking about a whole new subject entirely, and Cami is putting away her homework and textbooks.

“Y/N, you’re staying for movie night, right?” Fabio asks, standing and beginning to put his things away as well. I smile, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I stand up, grabbing my backpack and following Cami and Fabio to Cami’s room, feeling Nic’s eyes burning holes into the back of my skull.

As the night grows darker, I change into my pajamas while Cami and Fabio pick out a movie. I hear Niccolo by the door, kissing his girlfriend goodbye. As I exit Camilla’s room, he’s passing by but stopping in his tracks when he sees me step out of the room. He gives me a good look up and down.

“I like these.” He says, bringing his fingers to the hem of my sleep shorts, toying with the frilly edge. “Thanks.” I say, taking a step to walk past him, but he grabs my arm, stopping me. “Hey, what’s got your panties in a twist, huh?” I roll my eyes, yanking my arm from his grasp and joining my friends on the couch, grabbing a blanket and getting comfortable. Camilla and Fabio share a blanket beside me, I sit on the left side of them with my own. Fabio sits in the middle with the popcorn, and we start the movie, a scary one this time.

After about 15 minutes of the movie playing, Niccolo walks in, turning the living room light off and joining us on the couch. He sits down next to me, propping his feet up on the coffee table. I keep my attention on the tv, that is until he’s grabbing the other side of the blanket I’m using to join me under the covers. I turn my head and look at him, “There’s no more blankets.” He says simply, smirking at me while Fabio and Cami pay no mind.

I just turn my attention back to the tv, choosing to ignore him. However, the longer we watch the movie, the more impatient he becomes. Fabio and Cami are sound asleep beside us when he makes the first move. That being a hand slowly make it’s way up my thigh from underneath the blanket that covers us both. I shoot him a warning look, but he’s already staring at me with those gorgeous eyes I hate so much.

I stand up, causing Nic to pull his hand away. Camilla nor Fabio even stir. “I’m going to bed.” I whisper, making my way to the bathroom to freshen up. I wash my face and brush my teeth; and when I exit the bathroom I’m met with those godforsaken eyes again.

“Where’re you going to sleep tonight?” He asks with a smirk on his face. “I don’t know, I was thinking Cami’s room, but I think you’ve got something else in mind.” I reply, deciding to play his game and give in a little, but only a little.

“You know me too well.” He says, bringing his hands to my hips, fingers grazing the hem of my shorts, causing goosebumps to arise. “Why don’t you stay with me, I know how much you love my bed.” He says, with a shit eating grin that I would give anything to slap right off of him. But I don’t, of course, because there’s a twinge in my stomach that tells me not to.

“Don’t you think this is a bad idea?” I ask, “Camilla is a wall away, and we both know you have a problem with being quiet.” I add, now the shit eating grin is on my face, and I’m betting he wants nothing more than to kiss it right off.

“I think you’re mixing things up, it’s 𝘺𝘰𝘶 that can’t keep quiet.”

Now, if there’s one thing that I would never refuse…it’s a challenge. And if I’m not mistaken, Niccolo has just challenged me. And quite frankly, I’m in no position to turn down such a challenge.

“Well why don’t we see about that?” I whisper in his ear, then making my way to his room. Nico practically pounces on me the second he closes the door behind us, almost slamming be against the door before I stop him. “Quiet, remember?” I remind him.

He smiles, taking my face in his hands and pulling our lips together. It’s hard, it’s passionate, and it’s 𝘩𝘰𝘵. My hands find his chest, and he slowly walks me backwards til my legs hit the edge of his bed. He urges me to lie down, which I do, and he’s instantly on top of me.

That is until I’ve had enough of him thinking he’s in charge. I push his shoulder away and he gets the memo to switch me spots. He allows me to take a seat on my thrown, my legs around his and my hands grasping his neck. He moans into my mouth as I give his throat a squeeze, all the while I grind my hips down into his.

I lean down to connect our lips, his instantly enveloping mine. It’s hard and hot. It’s like the first time. The thrill of being caught amplifying our senses. His hands slide up and under my tank top, his warm palms splaying across my back. I then begin to assault his throat with kisses as he scratches his fingers down. I pull away and he grasps the hem of my tank, and I sit up to allow him to pull it off.

Nic practically rips it off and drops it somewhere beside his bed. “Your turn.” I whisper, and he sits up to do the same. Now that my upper half is completely bare and at his disposal, his lips are almost instantly attached to the beaks of my breasts. I moan as warmth begins to spread through me; his mouth doing all the the things; his hands all over me.

But then he pulls away, and I’m left cold. That is, before he flips me over to dip his fingers into the waist band of my shorts, asking to remove them; as if he even has to ask.

So Nic slides my shorts and panties down, agonizingly slow. “Nic…” I whisper as he lowers himself to where I want him, no, need him. He faces meee inches from my core, and he begins to leave hot, wet kisses on my inner thigh. Teasing me. “Hmm?” He hums in response, kissing closer and closer. “Please.”

“Mmm, since you ask so nicely.” He smirks, before dipping his head and connecting his lips to my bundle of nerves. His tongue works wonders, he shocks me every time. He’s doing all the right things with his mouth, and then he adds a finger to dip inside. I moan out, still desperately trying to be quiet. Then he adds another, and I start to feel my release bundling up.

But Nico knows me all too well. He knows my body all too well. Well enough to know I’m close. Well enough to do pull away and rob me of my release.

Before I’m able to whine, he’s kneeling at the edge of the bed and pulling his plaid pajama pants and boxers down to free himself. His cock springs out, slapping his lower stomach. I quickly swallow whatever complaint I was about to let out, because I am in no place to be whining anymore.

Nic leans over me, capturing my lips in a searing kiss; all the while he uses a hand to line himself up and slowly sink into my core. I let out a loud moan, my eyes immediately going wide because we’re supposed to be quiet. Nic chuckles, placing a veiny hand over my mouth before slamming into me. Again and again, leaving no mercy.

I let my moans out freely now, now that they’re muffled by his strong hand. Nico takes advantage of this too, and plows me nonstop. I look into his eyes, and I see nothing but lust.

My eyes bore into his as I look up at him while he punishes my cunt. “Yeah, you like that, huh?” He breathes out, and I hum under his hand in response. “Yeah, tell me how good I make you feel.” He orders, peeling his hand from my face.

“So good, Nic. You fuck me so good.” I moan, trying my best to be quiet, but failing miserably. “Yeah that’s right. I’m the only one who makes you feel this way.” He says, his hand dipping down between us to my sensitive bud.

“No one gets to see you like this, only me.” He growls, assaulting my clit. I choke out a moan, “Yes, only you.” I tell him, my release tightening within me.

Niccolo knows my body so well though, and he knows I’m close. But i know his body too, and I know he’s almost there too. My hand shoots down to where his is, gripping it tightly. “Nic, I’m close, I’m close.” I moan, trying to tell him to cover my mouth. But he doesn’t. Instead, he speeds up his pace.

His thrusts are getting erratic, and I cover my mouth with my own hands as my orgasm comes crashing down, sending waves through out my body. Nic thrusts into me for a moment longer before pulling out in a flash, his release splaying across my tummy in ropes.

After we’re both down from our highs, Nico is still kneeled in between my legs, admiring the mess he’s made of me. He laughs.

“Who’s loud now.”

𝟏/𝟐𝟐/𝟐𝟒

[stqrgirlie0]

‘It’s okay to love them both, I did I do’~ Katherine Pierce Me🙋🏻‍♀️

#i NEED them both🙇‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[motherearthlovesus]

first theo nott edit eeeeeeee <3333

[starzioo]

He’s so Salvatore.

Like oh my god.

[svnluns]

The bell had just rung for lunch, and I was hustling to get to my usual corner in the library before the chaos started. I didn't have time for him. Or maybe I just didn't have the energy.

But life's funny like that, isn't it? As I turned the corner near my locker, there he was, leaning against the wall like he'd been waiting for me.

"Look who's finally here," Theodore Nott said, his voice smooth and way too smug for someone who had no reason to be. His dark eyes flicked over me like I was something to be studied-or maybe devoured.

I tightened my grip on my books and kept walking. "Not today, Theo."

But of course, he didn't let it go.

He never did.

"C'mon, I'm just trying to talk," he called, and I could hear the grin in his voice even before I felt him fall into step beside me.

"No, you're trying to make my life miserable," I muttered, shoving my locker open harder than necessary.

He leaned a shoulder against the next locker, his arms crossed, watching me with that stupid, cocky smirk.

"Miserable? That's dramatic, don't you think? I think you love the attention."

I slammed my locker shut and spun on him. "I don't. Not from you."

That should've shut him up. But instead, he just stepped closer, way too close, crowding into my space like it was his right. "Liar," he said, his voice lower now.

I froze. He wasn't joking around anymore; there was something darker,

more dangerous, in his tone.

"What are you even doing?" I asked, my voice softer now, not because I wanted it to be but because I couldn't seem to help it.

He didn't answer right away. He just studied me for a second, like he was deciding something, and then he tilted his head. "You want me to stop?"

I swallowed hard, my heart racing in my chest. "Yes."

He smiled, slow and sharp, like he knew I didn't mean it. And before I could say anything else, his hand was on my waist, pulling me just enough to throw me off balance, his other hand bracing the locker behind me.

"Tell me to back off," he said, his voice so close I could feel it more than hear it.

I should have. I could have. But instead, my breath caught, and I just stared at him, caught between wanting to push him away and wanting.. something else.

That was all the permission he needed.

His lips were on mine before I could think, soft but insistent, and it was like every ounce of tension we'd been building for months came crashing down all at once.

I gasped, and he took full advantage, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that made my knees weak. My books tumbled to the floor, but I didn't care-I was too busy tangling my hands in his stupid, messy hair, pulling him closer, like that could somehow make the fire in my chest burn any less hot.

"Fuck," he muttered against my lips, his hand sliding from my waist to my hip, gripping just enough to make me shiver.

"You're such a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"Look who's talking," I shot back, my voice breathless, but even as I said it, I was pulling him closer, chasing his mouth like l'd lost my damn mind.

The sound of footsteps somewhere down the hall made me break away, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. "Someone's gonna see," | whispered.

He didn't seem to care. His eyes were on me, dark and intense, his lips red and swollen. "Let them."

"Theo-"

"No," he cut me off, his voice firm as he cupped my face with both hands. "I'm done pretending I don't want you. And I think you're done pretending you don't want me."

I should've said something. I should've pushed him away, walked off, done anything other than what I actually did.

Instead, I pulled him back in, kissing him like I was trying to burn every shred of doubt out of both of us.

Because maybe he was right. Maybe I was done pretending, too.

[illbegottenfaith]

Niccolò Rossi Baby (2018 - 2020)

[hp-hcs]

happy birthday to lorenzo zurzolo, this beautiful hunk of a man