#— : 🍒 anon ♡♡

[nottsangel]

cockwarming w rafe but he gives in before reader does?

“just sit still, a’ight? don’t wanna get you all needy f’me right away.“ rafe winks at you, holding your hips firmly to prevent you from moving, seeing who can stay still the longest. you feel so fucking tight around him— the way you’re squeezing him could make him cum instantly, but his ego forces him to put on his best poker face while his blue eyes stare at you intensely.

“you talking to yourself, pretty boy?” you taunt, making him chuckle at your confidence, accepting the challenge as he sits relaxed with you on his lap, knowing he’s going to win regardless. his hands move from your hips to behind his head as he leans backwards with the cockiest smile on his face, gazing up at you.

“i can feel you dripping down my legs, princess, making a fucking mess everywhere, shit.” rafe chuckles before slapping your ass, determined to get you to move first.

“yeah? imagine how good it would feel to thrust up into me right now, im so fucking wet for you.” you whisper the last part as you move your head closer to his ear, causing goosebumps to form all over his body as he feels your hot breath on his skin. he groans as you place soft kisses all over his neck, lightly sucking on his skin, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots are.

“i can feel you so fucking deep inside of me, rafe.” you murmur as you slowly lick from his collarbone to his ear while letting out breathy moans. “don’t… don’t say shit like that.”

he’s so close— so close to pounding into you right there and then. he gradually starts to lose control, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping the skin so firmly that it’s going to leave bruises for days. you continue teasing him, leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbone before gripping his jaw and kissing him passionately, tongues fighting for dominance as he moans into your mouth.

“fuck it.” rafe snaps, forcefully pulling you from his lap and bending you over on the couch, your head pushed into the cushions as he slips back inside of you in one quick thrust and sets an unrelenting pace right away. “i… i win.” you manage to say in between thrusts as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock continuously hitting your cervix. “yeah? we’ll see who’s winning when you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”

[blkkizzat]

Okayyy so we had otaku gojo, nerd geto, how about a virgin nanami fic x bimbo reader. You two are enemies ever since you interned at the same time. He can't stand the fact that he has to work with someone who exhibits none of the workplace qualities he prides himself on- ur always late and wearing those too short skirts with too tight shirts, absolutely no concept of personal space, and he swears he's seen you come out the bathroom the same time as some of the other male workers, especially that pesky gojo. What he hates the most? You do damn good work, almost better than his. AND THEN THEY FUCK SOMEHOW hdjsks i have so many ideas on how it can go about, stuck in an elevator, having to share a hotel room at a conference, idk idk i just know reader finds out he's a virgin and sinks her claws in hehe. OMG maybe she finds out somehow in private and she makes fun of him by humiliating him infront of everyone (plug!choso war flashbacks) and he snaps and brat tames her 🥵 IDK JUST VIRGIN NANAMI SUPREMACY

Also can i be an anon pleaseeeee (not me going from never interacting because i was afraid to be hated or bother you, to sending an ask now because the topic of virgins came up :3)

Can i be 🍒 anon? (Bc i wanna pop some cherriesssss 😈)

Omg yas! welcome 🍒 nonny! I'm so happy you decided to interact!

I absolutely love that idea of virgin!nanami. I wanted to do one with him but didn't really know what to do as the virgin/nerd!reader x satosugu story kinda took some elements from my orginal nanami idea.

but them being coworkers is absolutely rich with those dynamics you listed! ahhhh im obsessed with it. [sidenote: just wrote down like four paragraphs of notes/dialogue cause the ideas kept coming, omfg bless your beautiful brain]

Will totally be sure to link back to this post and credit ya when I do post it (you getting me more excited for this now then virgin!toji lol)

tysm again pookies welcome!

p.s. i totally yelled out loud at "plug!choso war flashbacks" cause i didn't really realize until i got y'alls reactions hoe much i really put him through it LOL

[princessbrunette]

princess i miss uu 🤕

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i was sleepin !! :( i’m here now !

[nottsangel]

art would be eating you out but patrick gets jealous and they both fight to eat you out 🤗🤗

warnings: smut 18+, oral sex (f. receiving)

“fuck, right there! feels so good, art” you moaned as you ran your fingers through art’s blonde locks. his hands were pushing your legs further apart while he sucked on your clit so expertly, making you arch your back.

from your peripheral vision, you noticed patrick’s knee bouncing up and down, his painfully hard erection clearly visible in his pants as well as a wet patch forming on the fabric from precum. you promised he would get his turn after art, but with each passing second, it became increasingly difficult for patrick to just sit still and watch while soft moans left your pretty lips— it was torture.

“i can’t fucking take this anymore.” patrick muttered under his breath as he abruptly rose to his feet and marched towards the both of you before getting on his knees next to art and bumping his shoulder into art’s, causing him to stumble to the right. “what the fuck are you doing?” art snarled as he pushed patrick back with both his hands on his chest right when patrick was about to bury his head between your thighs. he tumbled backwards, giving art enough time to move his head to your cunt once again and pick up where he left off.

you smirked while observing the scene happening right between your legs, but without interfering as you let the boys fight for you. “just— let me join” patrick urged as he tried to squeeze his head between art’s and your left thigh, forcing himself to your dripping cunt. you grasped the sheets when you felt both their tongues eagerly against your pussy, fighting for dominance as you simultaneously felt their wandering hands all over your body.

the pleasure kept building, feeling as if you were in heaven with your right hand running through art’s blonde hair and your left through patrick’s curly locks. both of them occasionally made eye contact with you, causing your heart to skip a beat as they moaned into your core, the vibrations adding to the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “so fucking good, oh my god”

it was so fucking messy— saliva running down their chins mixed with your juices as they were fully making out with each other at this point. it became too much when one of them—you don’t even know who— pushed two fingers into your dripping hole before curling them up so perfectly, hitting your g-spot in no time and sending you over the edge.

“oh— oh my god, i’m coming— fuck!” a string of curse words left your lips as you firmly pulled both of their hair and arched your back, a wave of pleasure overtaking you as your eyes fluttered shut.

you slowly came down from one of the most intense orgasms you’ve had in a long time, your chest heaving up and down before slowly opening your eyes again, gazing down as both of their wide eyes stared up at you with mouths agape.

“fuck, that— that was so hot.” art stammered, shaking his head as he let out a chuckle. he then looked to the side, seeing patrick’s flushed face before gazing down at his crotch, the wet patch significantly more prominent, causing art’s smile to grow even wider. “did you just cum in your pants?” “can you blame me?”

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[nottsangel]

Tom riddle being low key obsessed with your ass. That’s it. That’s the request.

tom’s hands always instinctively wander towards your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before possessively resting it there. he doesn’t care where you two are— even when in the presence of others in the slytherin common room, his hand trails down from the small of your back, down to the plump flesh. “tom! we’re in public.” you hiss through clenched teeth, eying him with a stern, disapproving expression on your face. “i am aware. no need to state the obvious.” he replies icily, not even bothering to meet your gaze as his piercing eyes remain fixed ahead.

and during sex, his favourite position is for sure doggystyle, with your hands tied behind your back by a cute, pink ribbon. he’d push your head deeper into the plush pillows with one hand, while the other harshly smacks your ass until the red imprint of his hand is visible on your delicate skin. his brutal, relentless thrusts leave your head spinning as you drool all over the satin sheets, his hand possesively squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. “mine. you’re all mine and mine only.”

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[nottsangel]

cleaning up bloody mattheo after a fight 🤤🤤 and he’s still clenching his jaw and angry 🤤🤤 but he doesn’t want to scare you 🥹🥹

“this is going to sting” you warn as you press the cloth drenched with alcohol to his face to disinfect his wounds. to your surprise, he doesn’t show any pain—no flinching or screaming—making you raise an eyebrow. you analyse his facial expressions and realise the adreline is still pumping through his body— his jaw is clenched, eyes are narrowed and his knee is restlessly bouncing up and down. you aren’t even sure why he got into a fight in the first place, but you figured it’s best to give him some time to cool off before bombarding him with questions.

“fucking idiot. i should’ve hit him harder. fuck!” mattheo hisses, eyes fixed on the wall ahead, not even blinking as his tongue exasperatedly pokes the inside of his cheek. you feel uneasy, trying to keep your mouth shut to avoid infuriating him further as you dab the cloth against his wounds— but curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but wonder what happened before you entered the room. “why did you fight, mattheo? what even happened?” you blurt out, your eyes moving to his narrowed ones, gazing at him with a worried expression.

“it’s not important.” he quickly mutters, shaking his head in disapproval as the memories rush back, yet still avoiding your puzzled gaze. you let out a defeated sigh, fully knowing that pushing further isn’t the smartest move— but you just can’t let it go.

“mattheo, just tell me what—”

“he called you a slut, alright? and i just— i just couldn’t let him get away with that shit. so yeah, i punched him, just like he deserved.”

your brows furrow with both empathy and concern as you gently cup his face with your hand, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “oh, baby…” you sigh softly, followed by pressing a gentle kiss to his head. “i’m proud of you, you know that?” mattheo’s brows knit together as he turns to meet your eyes for the first time, confusion evident on his face as he was fully expecting you to lecture him. “what— why?” “because he looked way, way worse than you do right now.”

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[nottsangel]

okay this is my first little idea that i’m sending in so don’t judge if it’s bad😭

but like imagine a love island au and you and theo are pared up and he’s touching you in bed and he’s like talking you thru it but at the same time tilling you to be quiet 😫

— love island au moodboard

“theo… we— we can’t” you whisper urgently, hoping not to wake the other islanders as theo’s hand roams over your body, squeezing your tits before slowly travelling to your aching core. you feel unbearably needy, after not having been touched by anyone else or even yourself in weeks since arriving at the villa. yet, it feels so wrong— mattheo is snoring loudly on the bed next to you, his arms wrapped tightly around his girl, and on the other side, you hear the soft, wet sounds of making out on lorenzo’s bed. but getting caught by your fellow islanders isn’t even the worst part— it’s the microphone you’re forced to wear 24/7 that makes you second-guess everything. it feels so… awkward to let everyone at home hear what you’re doing— to let them hear the filthy words theo’s whispering right into your ear.

“shhh, just let me take care of my girl. i know you’ve been craving for my touch, hm?” he teases, fully aware of how touch-deprived you’ve been, evident by all the little touches you’ve given him throughout the past few days, but too hesitant to take it further. you can’t help but feel yourself become wetter and wetter at theo’s touch, as you instinctively spread your legs a litter wider, inviting him in. “that’s a good girl. gonna make you feel so good.” he murmurs right into your ear, faces merely inches away from each other as you have your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him while you try to relax.

“tell me what you want.” he demands, his hand cupping your aching cunt and not giving you what you want— no, need, just yet. “i want to feel you, please. need it so bad.” theo chuckles condescendingly, his soft lips attached to your neck as he hungrily sucks on the sensitive skin, marking it with dark hickeys as his body presses intimately close to yours. “you want me to finger you in the same room as the others? while everyone at home can hear your pretty moans? naughty girl.” he taunts, his fingers teasing your clothed pussy, already dripping with arousal as you can only nod eagerly in response, gazing up at him with desperate, pleading eyes.

“please, theo, just— stop with the teasing and make me feel good, please?” you beg desperately, unable to take it any longer as you can feel your pussy throb at his words. he gazes down at you with a mischievous smirk, clearly enjoying how desperate you are for him as he slips his hand into your tight shorts and soaked underwear. “really? it’s this easy to make you wet?” he whispers seductively into your ear, his fingers slick with your arousal as he gently gathers your wetness. “you’re fucking adorable.”

you moan softly at his words, desperation taking over as you place your hand over his, seperated by the thin fabric of your shorts and panties, and push his hand deeper into you. “so desperate, hm? poor thing. let me help you, baby.” he growls, rubbing slow, tantalising circles on your aching clit, causing your lips to part, but no sound escapes. his fingers then wander to your dripping hole, pushing two fingers in at once, causing you to throw your head back at the full feeling. “fuck! theo, just like that!”

he groans at the cute moans slipping from your lips— god, how he wishes it was just you and him here, so he could make you scream his name until your throat hurts. but this is what you’re both dealing with now, and he’ll take whatever he can get. “shhh. you gotta be quiet for me, amore. think you can do that?” you nod obediently, biting down hard on your swollen lip as he starts rhythmically pumping his digits in and out of your soaked hole, and you so desperately hope the others won’t hear the slick, wet sounds coming from your shared bed.

“god, you’re so fucking sexy. do you know how hard it is for me to control myself when you moan right into my ear like this? wish i could take you right here and now, until you cum all over my cock.” his words are only driving you closer to the edge as his fingers curl up so perfectly, rubbing against your sweet spot, making you dig your sharp nails into his arm. “oh my god, right there!” his skilful fingers quicken as his soft lips captures yours in a passionate kiss in an attempt to silence your moans, knowing you’re close to the your release.

his other hand moves towards your tits, squeezing them firmly and toying with your hardened nipples, and that’s when you lose it— your orgasm hits you unexpectedly as you moan right into his mouth and arch your back, all your muscles tensing as your legs tremble uncontrollably. “that’s it, baby. there you go.” theo whispers soothingly, talking you through your orgasm as you slowly come down from your intense high. your chest heaves up and down, heart pounding wildly, when suddenly draco’s stern voice from the other side of the room causes you to flinch, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “so, are you guys done now? people are trying to sleep.”

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[nottsangel]

drunk hookup with ex boyfriend theo😩😩

theodore nott as your ex-boyfriend is far from easy. with him, it isn’t just breaking up and moving on— because how can you truly move on when he still stares at you every day in class, leaves you notes and tells you he misses you every chance he gets? so… you aren’t exactly surprised, but simply disappointed in yourself when you’re laying underneath him on his bed, with your legs wrapped around his body. but god, the familiarity of his signature cologne filling your nostrils and hearing his deep voice and italian accent once again makes you forget that you even broke up in the first place.

“you missed me, amore?” he asks with a cocky grin, gazing down at you while pounding into you at a steady pace, your sharp nails dragging down his bare back as you can feel your head spinning, still feeling very intoxicated. you roll your eyes at his horribly timed question, as you let out a chuckle in disbelief. you don’t want this to become all emotional and about feelings— sex and then you leave, that’s your only intention for the night.

“just shut up and fuck me, okay?” you hiss as you narrow your eyes at him. an amused smirk spreads on his face before he leans towards your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on your skin and nibbling on your earlobe, knowing exactly what drives you crazy as you let out a loud moan that you desperately tried to suppress, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“i know you missed me, cara mia. you think i can’t tell? i’ve seen the way you watch me from across the room, and how you try to get my attention with those ridiculously short skirts you’ve been wearing.” he aggressively sucks on your soft skin, leaving hickeys wherever he can to claim you as his once again.

it is terrible, really— the way he knows exactly how to turn you into putty beneath him. he just knows exactly what to say, where to touch you, and how to fuck you that got you craving for more and more every time again. and at this point, you slowly start to realise this probably isn’t going to be a one- time thing only anymore. “whether you like it or not, you’ll always be my pretty slut. you can date, or fuck whoever you want, but we both know you’ll always come back to me. no one can fuck you as good as i can, piccola.”

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[nottsangel]

oh oH OH but i need matteo, theo and enzo to be extremly frustrated and jealous when they noticed that we do bring home some guys!! like they're trying so hard to act nonchalant and like they don't care at all BUT they're secretly seething and plotting how they can stop us from getting any because how dare we?? we have three premium dicks at home, we don't need mediocre dick from the street heLLOOO

new girl au — in which you live with theodore, mattheo and lorenzo

“you gotta be quiet, okay? my roommates are fucking annoying and i really want to avoid them.” you whisper urgently to cedric as you slowly turn the creaky handle of the front door, carefully opening it and swiftly dragging him inside. from the kitchen, you hear theo, mattheo and enzo’s loud voices, overlapping as they chat and laugh uncontrollably, the noise echoing through the apartment.

“go that way.” you whisper again, pointing as you tip-toe nervously toward your bedroom while tightly gripping cedric’s hand to guide him. you hold your breath, tense with anticipation, desperately trying not to make a sound. and you think you’ve succeeded— until you hear mattheo’s nagging voice.

“so you’re not even going to introduce your new friend to us?” you groan in frustration, slowly turning on your heel before forcing a bright, yet clearly fake smile. “oh! i didn’t know you guys were home.” “bullshit.” theo mutters under his breath, making you roll your eyes in sheer annoyance.

“anyway, this is cedric. now, if you guys don’t mind—” “cedric, huh? welcome to our glamorous house. make yourself at home.” lorenzo says in the laziest, most indifferent tone, not even bothering to look at cedric.

then mattheo chimes in, his voice dripping with mocking amusement, “you’re like the fifth guy he’s had to say that to this week, so he’s a bit tired of it already, y’know.” your eyes widen in surprise, and your lips form a thin, displeased line while feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“what!? that— that’s not even true! cedric, don’t listen—”

“yeah, she’s fucking a guy in there like every night. we’re barely getting any sleep these days.” theo adds with a derisive chuckle, sarcastically winking at you as he takes a sip from his drink.

“and she doesn’t just fuck guys from outside these walls, if you know what i mean. but i’m sure she told you.” lorenzo smirks cockily, a self-satisfied and arrogant expression plastered on his face. at this point, you see red as you glare at each of them with narrowed eyes and your jaw tightly clenched, while cedric stands awkwardly by your side, giving you an uneasy and uncomfortable smile.

“uhm, hey… guys. nice to meet you. it’s— it’s a nice apartment you have.”

“cedric, you can go to my room. i’ll be there in a bit, okay?”

it’s dead silent as you’re glaring daggers at the boys, your arms folded tightly across your chest, before you finally hear your bedroom door click shut. “I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD! what the FUCK is wrong with you guys!? oh my god, i’m so done with—”

“relax, baby. it’s just guy banter, alright? you clearly don’t get it, but he does.” lorenzo explains nonchalantly with a smug expression, but you know he’s full of shit, seeing right through him. you furiously storm towards them and slap each of the boys angrily on the back of their heads.

“ow! what was that for?” mattheo asks, wincing in pain and rubbing the back of his head. “are you fucking serious?! you guys are cockblocking me, you dumb fuck.”

“calm down, piccola. you know we love you, hm?” theo comments teasingly, tightly wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, planting a quick, playful kiss on your head.

“this isn’t love! pull shit like this again and i swear to god, i’ll kill each one of you with my bare fucking hands.” “yes ma’am. got it ma’am. please kill mattheo first, ma’am.” “oh fuck you enzo.”

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[nottsangel]

Bsf theo bullying you into cockwarming before bed. 🫠

bsf!theo is too much of a sweetheart in my eyes so i changed it to brothers bsf!theo if that’s ok <3 n i hope the italian in this makes sense lmao sorry if it doesn’t !!!

“hey, where’s the—” theo begins as he suddenly bursts into your room, but his words quickly trail off and his eyes widen, a smirk tinged with disbelief spreading across his face. you squeal in shock, instantly jerking your hand away from between your legs and hastily pulling your skirt down, covering your dripping, exposed cunt. meanwhile, pornographic sounds echo through the room from the speakers of your phone, which you clumsily dropped in panic.

“what the fuck is your problem?! you fucking asshole! leave!” you yell with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw, your cheeks on fire as you can feel your heart pounding in your throat. you try to reach for your phone that has dropped to the ground, stretching your arm as far as you can, but theo quickly seizes it right before your eyes. “theo! i swear to fucking—” “dio santo, what the fuck are you watching? fuckin’ disgusting.” theo snarls in disgust, chuckling condescendingly as his eyes are glued to the screen, the loud, pornographic sounds making your cheeks heat up even more.

“theo…. GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” you scream at the top of your lungs as you try to reach for your phone, but he jerks it away right before you can snatch it out of his hand and holds it above his head, staring down at you with an amused, mocking look on his face. you jump up, huffing as you stretch your arms as far as you can, but to no avail. “you better be quiet before your brother hears. you don’t want him to find out that his sweet little sister watches this kind of porn when she’s all alone, huh?”

your breathing quickens out of sheer anger, as if steam could practically come out of your ears while you glare at him with furrowed brows. “i mean, if it was just ‘normal porn’, fair enough. but this… nah, that’s just… fucking embarrassing, porco giuda.” he taunts, nodding disapprovingly as he stares at your screen with a mocking expression of shock on his face. “give. it. back.” “oh, don’t worry. i will give it back to you, piccola.” you let out a sigh of relief, the tense muscles in your body gradually relaxing as you start sit down, but then he speaks again. “but only if you watch more of those videos with me.” “what the f—” “while you sit on my cock.”

you scoff in disbelief, blinking rapidly as you stare at him, thinking he must be joking, yet the same serious, intense expression doesn’t falter from his face, making you realise he’s dead serious. “wha— why the fuck would i want that?” “hm. ‘cause you’re fuckin’ dripping, idiota.” he smugly gestures with his eyes towards your arousal trickling down the insides of your thighs. you look down at where here’s staring and quickly press your legs together, a mix of embarrassment and fury raging through your entire body. “you’re a bit slow sometimes, you know that?”

you’re ready to yell at him again, to call him all the horrible names you can think of, but you don’t— instead, you grab him by his shirt and frustratingly push him onto your bed, causing him to gaze up at you with the cockiest, most arrogant smirk ever, clearly just at surprised by your unexpected behaviour as you are. “don’t think i’m doing this because i want you, alright? it’s just— you just happen to have a dick!” “yeah, yeah. you hate me, i get it. c’mere before i change my mind and tell your brother.”

he grasps your wrist and forcefully pulls you onto his lap, biting his lip as his firm hands wander towards your ass under your skirt, squeezing it roughly. your hands hastily reach down to his crotch, eagerly unbuckling his belt while he shifts his attention to your phone and scrolls through the endless videos, trying to pick the perfect one. “and you know what? maybe i’ll let you move if you’re able to sit still enough while watching them with me.”

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[nottsangel]

More of bsf!theo when people think your dating I beg

Also can I be 🦝 anon?

“mate, i can’t believe you two still haven’t fucked.” blaise remarks with a chuckle of disbelief. theo, leaning back on the couch in the dimly lit common room, narrows his fierce eyes as he glares at blaise. “oh, don’t be ridiculous, blaise. obviously they have.” draco chimes in, scoffing and rolling his eyes in a snobbish manner. “what the fuck are you two on about? we’re just friends, alright? nothin’ more.” theo snaps back, his fingers restlessly tapping on the leather couch with his lips pressed together in a thin line. mattheo then joins the conversation, much to theo’s growing frustration.

“right. well, and enzo is my friend but i don’t slap his ass every time he walks by. but that might just be me!”

“i mean… you could if you wanted—”

“hey, guys!” you unawarely interrupt with a cheerful tone, abruptly cutting off enzo’s sentence as the boys look startled at your sudden presence, too immersed in their conversation to have noticed you walk in. a smug, lopsided smirk spreads on theo’s face— not only because his mood instantly brightens the moment he sees you, but also because he’s relieved that the awkward conversation finally came to an end.

theo swiftly grasps your hand and pulls you onto his lap, causing you to stumble clumsily onto him, eliciting a soft giggle from you. yet, you can’t help but sense that the atmosphere feels slightly… off. you quickly begin to wonder why the group has fallen into dead silence instead of continuing their conversation, and from your peripheral vision, you notice their burning, staring eyes fixed on both of you.

“hmm. good morning, bella” theo murmurs in a deep, raspy morning voice, quickly pulling you out of your puzzled trance. you wrap your arms tightly around his neck, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek— a familiar greeting between you and your best friend. you feel theo’s firm hands trail down to your ass, before casually slipping them into the pockets of your jeans.

mattheo suddenly coughs, his voice dropping to a muttered whisper, “just friends… yeah right.” in response, you hear enzo and blaise snicker softly, unable to hide their amusement. theo mutters a quiet dickheads under his breath, which makes you cock your head in confusion as your eyes uneasily dart around the room. “so uhm… what were you guys talking about just now?” “nothin’ you should worry your pretty head over, piccola.”

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[nottsangel]

imagining toxic ex theo somehow convincing you in your drunken state that hes your boyfriend and eats you out..

tw dubcon

“theo, what— what are you doing?” you giggle drunkenly, weakly pushing him away with your hands pressing against his chest, but he doesn’t budge one bit. “we aren’t even together anymore!” theo advances threateningly towards you— his tall, imposing frame looming over you and making you stumble further into his dorm room.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” he growls, closing in with a menacing stride until you hit the edge of his bed and clumsily fall onto his disheveled sheets. you gaze up at him through half-lidded eyes, your head spinning heavily from intoxication as he aggressively grips your face, causing you to giggle even more, despite his fingers roughly digging into your warm cheeks.

“hey, hey, listen to me.” you nod with a drunken smile, staring up at him through your eyelashes. “you’ll forever be my sweet girl, got it?” you nod again, your heavy eyes occasionally closing as you bite your swollen lip, the same lopsided grin not faltering from your heated face.

“yessss sir!”

“that’s my good girl. maybe you’re not as dumb as i thought you were, huh.”

he harshly taps his palm against your cheek a few times, the impact stinging on your skin but the alcohol quickly easing the pain as you continue to giggle uncontrollably. and theo— he’s more than amused at your intoxicated state, knowing it’s easy to get whatever he wants this way.

he then swiftly hooks his muscular arms under your legs and pulls you towards him, making you fall onto your back with force, your body bouncing on the mattress. “don’t get confused again, cara mia. you’re mine forever.”

he places quick, hungry kisses on your legs, moving upward as his strong hands press against your inner thighs to spread them wide open. you let out a giddy, inebriated laugh, completely melting under his touch. “gonna show you that no one can make you feel better than i can, amore. all. fuckin’. mine.”

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[nottsangel]

Licking up Mattheos blood after a fight completely taking him off guard because he expected u to lecture him 🙏🏾🙏🏾

“listen. before you say anything, he was talking shit about you, alright? and— and you know me. i can’t let him…” his erratic words, going a thousand miles per hour, slowly trail off as his brown eyes land on you, sucking his blood-covered fingers slowly and seductively while gazing intensely at him. “i— uhm, okay. what— uh, what are you doing, exactly?”

he cocks his head to the side, eyes narrowed in confusion as he stares at you with a puzzled expression, but you nonchalantly move closer, cupping his face with both hands and slowly licking up the blood trickling down from his cheeks. he freezes at your touch, unsure of how to react at this unusual situation, yet relieved, as he had been bracing himself to get lectured by you.

“you just look so fucking hot when you’re covered in blood, i can’t help it.” you whisper right into his ear, making him groan at your seductive tone as his wandering hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly in a way to compose himself. “you know what? im not even gonna question it.” he grins, staring up at you with a mix of surprise and satisfaction written all over his face.

you then lean down to his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as you taste the bitter, metallic tang of blood in your mouth. “that’s a good boy.” you murmur, causing him to throw his head back at your words, his grin only widening. he then pulls you towards him, forcing you to sit on his lap as he eagerly licks his lips. “maybe… i should get into fights more often, huh?” “don’t you fucking dare.” “uh, yep. got it. sorry ma’am.”

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[nottsangel]

Theo × mattheo × reader plsss 😩😩‼️

“shit, look at her takin’ us both so well.” mattheo chuckles while relentlessly pounding into you from behind, hands gripping your hips firmly. “hmm. didn’t know she was this fuckin’ naughty.” theo agrees, pushing your head further onto his throbbing cock while casually chatting with mattheo as though you aren’t even in the room. “bet she’s been fantasising about this.” mattheo was right— you had been fantasising about having sex with your two best friends, eagerly imagining what it would be like, but this certainly exceeds all your wildest expectations.

“is mattheo making you feel good, piccola?” theo questions, his italian accent noticeably thicker than usual as pleasure clouds his mind. he firmly grips your jaw, compelling you to meet his piercing gaze with saliva running down your chin onto his hard, pulsating cock. “god, yes— feels so fucking good, fuck!” you gasp, your body swaying with mattheo’s harsh thrusts while theo holds your hair in a ponytail. “good fuckin’ girl.” theo praises, guiding your head to his aching erection once again and letting out a hiss of pleasure when he feels your lips wrapped tightly around it.

“gonna fill you up so good, baby. so fucking good.” mattheo growls, his hand reeling back before harshly slapping your ass, making you let out a small squeal and topple forward. “you want that? you want me to cum inside of you? huh?” you pull away from theo’s cock to respond, panting heavily as your vision begins to blur. “please— fuck, please! want it all inside of me! need it so bad, god” you babble erratically, causing both of them to chuckle condescendingly at your fucked out state. “such a fucking slut for us. adorable.” theo taunts while gazing down at you, his hand gently brushing your hair away from your drool-covered face.

the pleasure becomes overwhelming when mattheo reaches under you, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit, causing your legs to tremble and your eyes to roll back. “cum for us, baby. let go.” theo urges softly when he senses your release nearing. with a few more thrusts, your orgasm washes over you, making you arch your back with your screams muffled by theo’s cock.

“that’s it, baby. there you go, fuck.” mattheo groans, his thrusts becoming sloppier before he paints your walls white with his cum, filling you to the brim. theo reaches his orgasm shortly after, shattered breaths and a string of curse words slipping from his lips as you feel a pool of warmth inside your mouth and in the back of your throat before you swallow it all.

“fuck. you did so well, bella.” theo praises softly, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips to wipe away the excess drool. “that— that was fucking amazing.” you murmur, chest rising and falling rapidly as you wearily reach for your clothes from the bed, only to hear mattheo chuckle behind you. “oh, you think we’re done? nah. it’s my turn to fuck that pretty face now.”

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[nottsangel]

George Weasley is litteraly the biggest boobs man, he just love to peek into your shirt to see them, touch them, suck on them litteraly a baby

(Please can u do a mini-fic with it?)

ugh yeah george is so fucking obsessed with your boobs that he’ll try to get peek whenever he can, subtly tugging at the top of your shirt and sneakily stealing a glance as you eye him disapprovingly with a raised eyebrow. and when you’re talking to him while wearing a low-cut top, his eyes are mesmerisingly glued to your chest, your perfect tits slightly spilling from your tiny shirt, making your words go in one ear and out the other.

and even in public, in the crowded common room, he has no shame whatsoever. “george, stop it!” you command with a firm, stern tone, swiftly swatting his hand away that wanders under your shirt towards your bra-covered tits. you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassments as you quickly glance around to see if anyone saw his inappropriate behaviour. “well, that’s just mean…” he whines, fake-pouting at you before his gaze is already drawn to your tits once again as you roll your eyes at him. “…keeping them all to yourself like that.” he playfully huffs, his eyes still fixed on your chest, staring intently with his head slightly tilted, drool almost spilling from his slightly parted lips.

and during sex, all his attention is on your tits and hardened nipples— either his strong, firm hands are massaging them and his fingers toying with your nipples or his mouth is wrapped around them, sucking on them them eagerly. he also loves to cover them completely in hickeys, fully claiming them as his, before fucking you at a fast pace, hungrily watching your tits bounce in synchronisation with his relentless thrusts. “bloody hell.” george groans, completely entranced by the mesmerising sight beneath him, as he licks his lips with a hungry and lustful twinkle in his eyes. “so… perfect…”

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[nottsangel]

Now hear me out, Stalker!Theo seeing y/n touch yourself in her dorm room for the first time?

it is so, so risky. one sound and he’s fucked. but he’s too entranced to even care as he stares at you with your delicate hand between your pretty legs, rubbing your aching clit at a slow pace, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy. he almost can’t believe it— you look so heavenly, and your moans sound like those of a sweet angel. he caught fleeting glimpses of your stunning body before, but this? you, blissfully unaware, fully naked on your soft bed, masturbating merely inches away from theo? this is more than he could ever wish for. how did he get so lucky to have ‘found’ an invisibility cloak? he will return it to its rightful owner, eventually. but right now, he has far more important things occupying his mind.

he can feel his entire body react instantly to the breathtaking scene unfolding before him— his breathing becomes rapid and shallow, his heart rate increases and the blood in his veins surges towards his cock, which grows fully erect in merely a matter of seconds. so fuckin’ beautiful. one day, you’ll be all mine. theo thinks to himself, his hand slowly wandering towards his hard, throbbing cock, begging to be touched as he palms himself over his tight pants. he attempts to mirror your rhythm, his hand moving in synchronisation with yours as if an invisible, irresistible connection binds you both.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, feels— feels so good.” you moan softly with your mouth agape as your fingers speed up, legs instinctively spreading even wider, giving theo an even better view of your glistening, dripping cunt. and that’s when he completely loses control— shattered, ragged breaths uncontrollably escape from his lips as a warm, wet patch starts forming on his pants.

“oh, fuck.” he mutters softly under his breath, for two reasons— first, he has just come in his fucking pants. but second, and far more alarming, your eyes snap wide open and lock in fear on the exact spot where theo’s standing. he anxiously holds his breath, but luckily for him, you quickly brush it off, thinking it must’ve been your mind playing tricks on you while you were too focused on nearing your release, so you move your hand back to your aching core, and continue where you left off. that’s my girl.

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