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“pussy’s pussy— passed out or not.”

ok i’m wet now 🫠 need him to say that to my face as he’s ruining me next, just before i lose consciousness. ughh this is delicious ari !!

theo who fucks you while you’re drugged out and unconscious and records it to watch later…. hmmmm

tw noncon/rape. drugging. unconscious reader. recording and sharing a sex tape (nonconsensual)

and not just to watch it later on his own… but to proudly show it off to all his friends, because he knows they’d kill to be in his place. yeah, you were unconscious and unresponsive. but that doesn’t fucking matter to him. he got to feel you, he got to feel your tight pussy around him, and that’s all he cares about. why? because him and his friends even had a little competition— whoever fucks you first wins.

“mate, she was fuckin’ unconscious. nice try, but this doesn’t count.” enzo lets out a dry, humourless laugh, more air than sound coming out as he shakes his head. he doesn’t even seem fazed by the fact that he drugged and raped you— all he’s focused on is keeping theo from taking the crown.

“so what? i fucked her first, i win. simple as that.” theo retorts, a devilish smirk plastered on his face, arms crossed, radiating self-satisfaction and pride. the boys’ reactions are mixed— enzo is still brainstorming ways to win, mattheo mesmerized as replays the video on theo’s phone, draco silently aggravated as he rolls his eyes, and blaise amusingly watching it all play out.

“shit, if i were him i would’ve done the fuckin’ same. pussy’s pussy— passed out or not.” mattheo chuckles, eyes glued to the screen, scanning every part of your lifeless body, already plotting how he’ll ruin you next.

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LEONA FUCK YOU BITCH I’M SO HORNY RIGHT NOW FUUUUCK 😤😤😤 i’m so glad you took my precum experience to heart too

you pull the toy away without warning, leaving his slick, red cock untouched, dripping and leaking.

this is what i’m gonna see every time i close my eyes from now on

his cock's leaking so much precum it's dripping steadily onto the sheets, pooling under his twitching hips.

yes. just yes. this single fucking sentence has the power to make me cum so hard i—

he whines helplessly, hand sneaking down to fist his cock, jerking himself off in messy, desperate pumps.

i’m actually whimpering. the way you describe everything is just so damn vivid, i can see the fucking vision of him doing it and it’s the most delicious food

"yeah? you gonna cum from getting your ass fucked like a little bitch?"

AHHHHHHHHH this piece of dialogue has me in shambles 🫠 pegging with mattheo is the yummiest fucking thing, you did it so well leona i hate you and love you at the same time

https://x.com/rpr_media/status/1913426317061791964?s=46&t=dZIMTaiKXcIoqLJJRhvvbw 😵‍💫

「 mattheo riddle 」 (p link) warnings. pegging, dom!reader, degradation

a lazy little smile graces your lips as you lay beside him, watching him fuck himself on the fleshlight you’re holding steady for him, watching the way his hips grind and jerk, all helpless and desperate.

“fuck— fuck, baby,” mattheo chokes out, voice muffled, forehead pressed against the mattress. “this is— fuck, this is so fuckin’ stupid—”

“awh, poor thing,” you mock gently, dragging your free hand down the slope of his sweaty back, nails scratching lightly, making him shiver. “you don’t like me watching you fuck your little toy, hm?”

he groans, fucking into it harder without meaning to, cock twitching as you twist the fleshlight just a little, making him gasp.

“you’re so fuckin’ needy, mattheo,” you coo, tilting your head. “look at you, drooling over a fake pussy. pathetic.”

he whines low in his throat, hating how bad it turns him on, how fucking hard it makes him to hear you say it.

“gonna cum already?” you tease, feeling the way he’s trembling, barely holding himself up on his forearms. “fuckin’ desperate little thing.”

“no— please, no, not yet, i—” he pants, hips stuttering.

you pull the toy away without warning, leaving his slick, red cock untouched, dripping and leaking.

he gasps, a broken, desperate sound, hips searching for friction that isn’t there. “fuck— baby, please,” mattheo gasps, forehead pressed into the mattress. “please, fuck me, i can’t— i need it, i need you.”

you smirk lazily from behind him, running your hands slow down the arch of his back, just to watch him twitch, muscles jumping under your touch. maybe you shouldn’t push your luck this much — it’s taken a lot to even get to this point of vulnerability and submission from him. but oh, you just can’t help yourself.

“what was that?” you ask sweetly, grinding the thick strap against the curve of his ass, teasing, cruel. “didn’t quite catch it, baby.”

he groans, punching the pillow under his head, the tendons in his neck straining. “please, please— just fuck me, i’ll be good, i swear, i—”

you lean over him, your hand winding in the messy curls at the back of his head, yanking him up just enough to whisper against his ear. “yeah? you gonna be my good little boy tonight?”

“yes— fuck, yes,” he gasps out without hesitation, fighting the bratiness clawing at this throat; he’s too needy to fight back right now.

you laugh softly, sick with power, drunk on it. “god, look at you,” you murmur, guiding the head of the toy to his entrance, circling slow, mean. “the big, bad mattheo riddle, begging to get fucked like a bitch.”

he whines — an actual, broken whine — hips rocking back, trying to chase it, trying to take you inside already. you slap his ass, sharp and fast, making him jolt.

“patience,” you scold, voice thick with amusement. you finally, finally push in — slow at first, just the tip — and he lets out the softest, filthiest moan you’ve ever heard, high and wrecked, burying his face deeper in the pillow.

“fuck, fuck— oh, fuck, baby, yes, yes,” he babbles mindlessly, his words muffled by the pillow that he’s too prideful to lift his face from.

“embarrassed, baby? humpin’ the bed like a little slut?” you murmur sweetly, shifting to get a better angle — and fuck, the sight of him nearly makes you feral. his cock’s leaking so much precum it’s dripping steadily onto the sheets, pooling under his twitching hips.

he whines helplessly, hand sneaking down to fist his cock, jerking himself off in messy, desperate pumps.

“oh, you are,” you laugh breathily, snapping your hips hard, fucking into him without mercy. “so fuckin’ pathetic. can’t even get fucked without touching yourself.”

he’s moaning into the pillow, short, gasping sounds with every thrust you give him. “god— fuck, fuck, i’m so close,” he slurs, voice breaking.

“yeah? you gonna cum from getting your ass fucked like a little bitch?” you murmur, slamming into him harder.

he nods frantically, too far gone to be embarrassed anymore, desperate little sounds spilling out of him with every thrust. you lean over him, panting against his ear, one hand curling cruelly in his messy curls.

“cum for me, baby. show me how bad you needed it.”

he lets out a broken, shattered moan and cums all over the sheets, hand still working himself through it, hips jerking helplessly.

you fuck him through it relentlessly, savoring the way he twitches and sobs, too overstimulated to handle it but too addicted to you to beg you to stop.

huh, maybe you should take the reins more often.

i’ve never written anything like this before, go easy on me pls 😓

[witchsrecs]

despite having read it already, i’m just gonna say once again – FUUUCK THIS IS SO FUCKINGAHSGSHSHSH 😤😤😤 my belly is full of delicious food, and you are the chef ari

tw dddne. noncon/rape. rape threats. purge au theo

“you think you can just run away from me? dumb bunny.” theo growls, his tone dark and threatening, as he harshly grips a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, your neck aching from the sudden movement. tears brim at your waterline, your lower lip quivering as pure fear rushes through your entire body— it’s over.

“i don’t want to force you,” he grunts, effortlessly pushing you down into the dirt in the middle of the woods, even though you’re doing everything you can to fight back, your legs aimlessly kicking in the air and choked sobs escaping your swollen lips, “but you’re giving me no choice here.”

tears are streaming down your face hearing the menacing words mercilessly slip from his lips, and he quickly flips you over, leaving you on all fours. through your hazy eyes, you notice the dirt beneath you turn a shade darker in small circles where your tears fall, and slowly, you’re giving up. with your heart pounding out of your chest, and your nails dirty with mud from trying to escape, you catch your breath and accept your fate.

“that’s it, doll. keep still just like that.” theo murmurs, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down before doing the same to you, and the chilly breeze over your cunt sends goosebumps all over your trembling body. without a warning, he ruthlessly pushes inside of you, completely indifferent to your discomfort as he sets a harsh rhythm.

more salty tears fall down from your chin onto the ground beneath you, but the uncomfortable tightness from your cunt is only giving theo more pleasure as he aggressively grips your hips, undeniably leaving dark bruises on your skin. “dirty fuckin’ slut. bet you love it when i rape you in the middle of the woods like this, huh? bet you fuckin’ wanted this.”

his words send a wave of rage through you, but you’ve lost the energy to fight back, your weak body helplessly jolting back and forth with each of his movements. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll find you again and rape this pretty little cunt over and over again. make you all mine, you hear me? you can’t ever escape me.”

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i feel so sated right now oh my fucking god 🫠 THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT ARI I CANNOT BREATHE

your vision blurs. your body grows limp, collapsing back onto the bed.

felt that in my bones

the scent of his cheap cologne and beer

ewww he’s so disgusting, i love it

tw noncon. drugging.

what the fuck is wrong with me, you think to yourself as you sit on fratboy!theo’s bed in his messy dorm room. you glance around— open and unopened condom wrappers litter the floor, alongside cigarettes and scattered clothes. you know damn well about his infamous reputation, and yet, here you are, watching him close the curtains before approaching you.

“you want some?” theo holds out a red cup filled with booze in front of you, and you take it, giving him a small nod in thanks. the music from the party downstairs blasts through the walls, people cheering and singing along at the top of their lungs. your friends were too drunk to even notice you slipping away, as theo took your hand with a wink and dragged you to his room.

he came to sit next to you, the mattrass dipping under his weight and causing you to lean closer to him, and his eyes immediately drop to your tits nearly spilling out of your tight top. he takes a sip from his own drink, exhaling with a soft sigh, before speaking again, his voice deep and gravelly, “you’re fuckin’ hot, y’know that? you walked in and half the house started thinking with their dicks. swear to god, you’re everyone’s number one fuckin’ fantasy.”

you feel your cheeks heat up, but you couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable around his presence. he probably says that to every girl he tries to sleep with, and you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t fall for it. “thank you, but uhm… i have to go back to my friends.” you murmur, attempting to rise to your feet, but your knees buckle. your vision blurs. your body grows limp, collapsing back onto the bed.

“c’mon, you really think i’d let you leave? you’re right where you need to be, sweetheart.” a wicked grin forms on his face, and through your heavy, half-lidded eyes—fluttering open and shut—you watch him crawl on top of you, the red LED lights and the heat in the room making you feel even drowsier.

the scent of his cheap cologne and beer fills your nostrils, and your weak arms try to push him off you against his chest, but to no avail, causing him to chuckle condescendingly. his hand roughly rubs your cunt between your legs, his lips attached to your neck and planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin.

“s—stop… i need to… i need to go…” “jeez, you still whining? quit bitching and let me have it. i’ll be quick, yeah? dumb slut.” and that’s the last thing you hear before he rips your clothes from your frozen body and fucks your tight cunt as you’re too weak to fight back, just like he has with countless other girls before, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

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dealer!theo makes me wet, new girl au theo makes me laugh 🤭

⊹ ࣪ ˖ texting the different theo aus “she’s busy rn lil bro” ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[witchsrecs]

oof girl… first of all, i love the title !! and then the content under that title is so damn delicious it’s insane 😮‍💨

you fucked around and found out that his stupid threats of sticking your finger up where the sun doesn’t shine were actually true.

this made me giggle ngl 🤭

“you like being degraded, huh? hearing me call you a dirty slut turns you on?”

abso-fucking-lutely. in fact, i’d probably cum right on the spot if i heard him saying that.

the sudden feeling of his own calloused fingers on your cunt made you moan out loud, half his name rolling deliciously out of your mouth at the slightest contact of his digits with your desperate little hole.

felt that physically. felt it really deep in my soul and pussy thank you very much

your sweet desperate voice shot straight to his cock and made him twitch in his pants, his hips buckling into your ass automatically.

god just the thought of feeling theo’s cock twitch under me makes me horny af 🫠

“how many fingers on a hand, pretty?” he asked, now pumping two digits into your pussy.

“f–five.”

“three more to go then.”

that a threat or a promise? 😏 i’ll take both. god i’m obsessed with the way you write brother’s bsf!theo – the degradation, the fact that he ends up losing his control too, so so fucking good !!

1,2,3,4 i declare a finger war

pairing. brother's bsf! theo x reader

content/mdni. brother’s bsf! theo, fem! reader, bratty! reader, choking, fingering, edging, (slight) brat taming, degradation, enemies-to-lovers tension, dom! theo, manhandling, allusion to overstimulation, light restraints, power play, humiliation, dirty talk, slight dacryphilia, praise (condescending), pet names (condescending), smut with little plot word count. 1.6k

a/n. the little drabble from the poll ✨ it has nothing to do with my big theo fic! you can read it as a standalone. let me know what you think! 💖

ever since you’ve learnt what the middle finger meant, you’ve been shoving it in theo nott’s face every chance you got. be it behind your brother’s back — mostly in your early childhood —  or up front, the middle finger has substituted the classic wave when it came to ‘greeting’ theo.

now, you weren’t doing that out of your own accord.

no.

rather, theo was the first one who refused to greet you like a normal human being.

a snot-nosed brat like you is not deserving of his kindness, he would always say, pushing you away from his face and threatening to snap your middle finger in half.

mattheo never intervened between the two of you; in his eyes it was all just playful banter. it was also quite funny to see the two of you practically wrestling one another, each pressing middle fingers into the other’s skin to assert dominance.

neither of you would have expected to end up like this one day though.

you, almost naked, spread open across theo’s lap, with your well-known middle finger slowly pumping into your cunt.

guided by theo’s larger hand.

his legs were curled around your ankles, stopping you from clamping your thighs around your joined arms. his other hand was latched around your throat, fingers gripping underneath your jaw and redirecting your stupid face down to your needy pussy.

“is this what you wanted, huh, brat?” he grunted in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your skin.

theo was angry, that was for certain, and it was allll your fault.

you fucked around and found out that his stupid threats of sticking your finger up where the sun doesn’t shine were actually true.

you also made the mistake of underestimating theo and his strength, challenging him like you did when you were little. unfortunately for you, theo was now a strong young man who easily managed to fold your body as he pleases.

and there you were, fully trapped by him, each and every movement of yours being controlled by his hands.

his current task? keeping your fidgety eyes on the steady movement of his hand. so, forcing you to lower your gaze, your eyes now observed the way his long and sturdy fingers were guiding your shorter middle finger in and out of your tight hole.

each thrust of his was agonizingly sluggish, yet it made you wetter and wetter, more of your arousal oozing out, staining your inner thighs and both of your hands in the process.

what a slut you were.

“take in the consequences of your actions.”

you were literally taking them in, at a tortuously slow pace.

your hand was twitching in his, eager to add more fingers into your cunt, or at least to speed up the rhythm of your middle finger. but no, theo had to teach you a lesson about flipping him off so arrogantly all the time; and that meant using that exact finger of yours to torture you to death.

“you’re so fucking wet, bloody hell!”

theo was shocked by how drenched you were from something that could barely be considered fingering. he has been taunting your poor pussy for a while, yes, but your body reacted like it has been edged for hours. what could have possibly made you respond so well to him?

oh.

“you like being degraded, huh? hearing me call you a dirty slut turns you on?”

you could feel theo smirking against your face, his lips curling upwards right against your cheek. he was so close, yet you didn’t dare turn around; the pressure of his fingers against your throat was too strong to be defied. he was definitely leaving big circular bruises from how hard he was digging into your skin.

that made more arousal pool in your stomach.

theo should have realized sooner what a nasty girl you were. you like being degraded — your long gasp of pleasure was a clear signal that he guessed it right.

and you were in luck! he loves humiliating you at every step. he might as well take advantage of that, no?

“is this how you usually do it, hm? finger-fucking this greedy pussy with your small fingers?”

forcefully turning your face towards his, the image of your weeping cunt was changed to a closer view of theo’s blown out pupils and grinning lips. he was indeed enjoying himself, having the time of his life subduing you and your bratty attitude.

“faster...”

you managed to bite back, throwing at him a defiant half-smile.

a part of you was begging for it, so overwhelmed with need that release was your only goal. another part of you, however, was still sticking to your rebellious self, striving to regain control and command theo around.

no matter the reasoning behind it, your hand already stiffened against his grip, expecting a serious increase in speed.

too bad theo didn’t think the same.

“you don’t deserve it, baby.”

such a sweet pet name for such malicious words.

simply hearing his cruel verdict made you whine in agony, your entire dream shattered by his refusal. your eyes began to flood with tears when theo ceased the thrusts of your hand completely, removing your finger with a wet squelch from your hole.

nononononononono.

there was no point in trying to plunge your finger back against his will, as theo caged your entire hand in his own, blocking any sort of friction with your poor cunt.

“why–why–why– i hate you so much– ugh–”

tears rapidly spilled from your eyes from frustration, your lips crushing one another into a pout. you looked so devastated, it almost made theo feel bad. almost.

he knew better than to fall for your cheap tricks.

“you think i give a fuck? oh, you’re so dumb.”

you started trashing against his hold, trying to escape the entailment of limbs theo had trapped you in, cussing at him the best you could.

the ache between your legs turned unbearable, and the strong squeeze of his hand against yours, gatekeeping any sort of release, only made you more restless.

“i will finger myself then.”

allowing theo to do as he pleases with your dominant hand, you made use of your spare hand to resume your prior engagement. it was a bit sloppy to finger yourself with your other hand, but you would do anything to defy theo and get that sweet sweet orgasm.

he did not like that.

“behave.”

one word of his and a harsh tug against your throat made your bratty outburst stop. any possible whiny remarks were cut of by his fingers tightening against your airpipe, silencing you for good. your free hand immediately jumped away from your pussy, reaching towards your neck to lessen the pressure on your throat.

you looked so cute like that: wide-eyed, tear-stained, gasping for air.

a quiet mouth that doesn’t bitch about anything.

a stray tear made its way down across your cheek, your eyes swelling with a new wave of tears. was it the actual lack of air or was it his behaviour that made you react like this? perhaps a combination of both.

then what about your needy pussy getting wetter?

“you wanna cum, baby?”

the glint is his eyes told you he was planning something terrible. but the painful throb of need told you he was the only way to orgasm.

the compression on your throat only allowed you to nod, so that’s what you did. eagerly bobbing your head up and down, you offered theo a clear answer.

“ah– th–o–…”

the sudden feeling of his own calloused fingers on your cunt made you moan out loud, half his name rolling deliciously out of your mouth at the slightest contact of his digits with your desperate little hole. just feeling him press against the exterior of your entrance made you dizzy with lust.

“pathetic slut.”

he could see the way you so easily became putty to his touch. and, shit, if it wasn’t a sight to behold. he would memorize the way your entire face was washed over with relief, your tears practically vanishing from your face in an instant; if it weren’t for your red eyes, he could have sworn you never cried.

“i will finger this dirty cunt with my fingers…”

loosening slightly his grasp on your neck, theo allowed you to form full words again.

“yesyesye–”

his middle finger prodded at your entrance, slowly dipping into your cunt up until his first knuckle. his digit was thicker and longer than yours, so the stretch of your warm walls felt so much better with this second intrusion.

even if he was just one knuckle deep.

“but...”

pressing his forehead against the side of your face, theo was gathering up his thoughts to create a condition for you. to torture you more and more.

“yes– plue–ease, theo. anything, please.”

he groaned loudly at your pleas, vibrations running across your tear-stained cheeks, down along your spine.

your sweet desperate voice shot straight to his cock and made him twitch in his pants, his hips buckling into your ass automatically. his arm strained against your leg, veins protruding against his skin from the tension; he was trying his best to not throw you on the bed and fuck you.

self-control, self-control, self-control–

you never say please. never. so for you to do that now?

self-cont–... fuckkk.

if he wanted to impose a condition on you before, he now had no willpower to do so.

“you’re impossible, really.”

you really had each other wrapped around the middle finger.

you threw your head back against his shoulder when theo finally inserted his entire finger. and when he started moving it at a nice even speed, curling his finger into that sweet spot of yours that you barely reach with your fingers— you saw stars.

“oh my god– ish so good.”

and that was only one finger.

“shit, baby, you needed this.”

digging his fingers into your throat again, theo moved your head away from his shoulder and redirected your attention back between your legs, to his hand. hand which was now carefully working in a second finger.

“how many fingers on a hand, pretty?” he asked, now pumping two digits into your pussy.

“f–five.”

“three more to go then.”

tags: @cafechichay, @downbad4reid

[witchsrecs]

i’m absolutely obsessed with all the sub!mattheo conversations that are being held lately 🫠 finally this part of him gets the recognition it deserves 👏🏻

his darkened cock twitching and leaking against his strained abs after endless teasing with no release.

this is the image that’s gonna be imprinted on the back of my eyelids from now on, thank you very much

Any sub!Mattheo / Virgin!Mattheo thoughts?

(i don’t want to write virgin!mattheo, but him as a sub? yes please.)

he’s always so cocky. he thinks he’s in control until you’ve got him down against the mattress, his darkened cock twitching and leaking against his strained abs after endless teasing with no release.

“you gonna be good for me, matty?”

he nods too fast, mouth already parted, waiting for whatever you’re willing to give him. but it’s never that easy. not when he likes to push, to test, to act like he’s still the one pulling the strings. so you make him work for it, teasing him with slow, barely-there touches, dragging the tips of your fingers over his erection.

“beg,” you say, because you know he hates it. hates giving up control, hates admitting how much he wants it. but fuck, he needs it.

“please,” he grits out, hips bucking, eyes dark and desperate.

“please, what?”

he swallows, jaw clenched, but when your featherlight fingers circle his tip, just enough to make him gasp, he finally cracks.

“please—please touch me. let me cum. need it so bad, fuck—”

his hands slip under your shirt that he really fucking wishes you had taken off two hours ago, desperate to grab at your boobs, but you catch his wrists and pin them above his head. “nah,” you smirk. “good boys keep their hands to themselves.”

he whines. actually fucking whines. and it’s so pretty, so sweet, that you almost feel bad for him. almost. but then he shifts under you, rutting up against your thigh like he can’t help himself, and any mercy you might’ve had disappears.

“please,” he whispers again, barely audible, but it’s there. and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

don’t worry, it won’t take long for the brattiness to fade and for him to turn into putty in your hands ;)

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as a long nails girlie, i’m all about this 💅🏼

theo loves when u scratch his back

theo’s always been quiet in bed, low groans, shaky exhales, the occasional curse murmured against your skin. but when your nails drag down his back? that’s when you get a reaction.

his jaw clenches, a sharp hiss slipping through his teeth as he thrusts deeper, harder. “fuck—do that again.”

you do, digging your nails in just enough to leave faint red trails along his skin, and his head drops to your shoulder, breath hot against your neck.

“merlin—” his voice is rough, wrecked, and you feel the way his muscles tense beneath your touch, like he’s barely holding on. “you tryna kill me, sweetheart?”

you smile, pressing your lips to his temple. “you like it.”

he doesn’t deny it. just groans, shoving his face into the crook of your neck as he fucks into you, desperate, chasing that high.

and when he finally comes, his back is covered in thin, angry lines, evidence of just how good you made him feel. evidence he’ll still feel tomorrow. evidence he’ll want again and again.

[witchsrecs]

omg this is so exciting and creative !! can’t wait to read more about them <3

— HACKER!THEO X SPY!READER

WARNING: 18+, exploitation, voyeurism, not for minors.

spy!reader lives a rather calm and uneventful life when she's not working. but when she is working and undercover? fuck. that's a dangerous profession. carrying around weapons strapped all over her body, she has to manage to look pretty and innocent at the same time, so as not to arouse any suspicion. she has to constantly flirt with men, and befriend women in order to get any information out of them before reporting it all to her superiors. naturally, her life is rather valuable. as a result, she needs top-notch security at her house, and cameras in every, single corner. its a real pity her enemies hired the best hacker to enter her home security database.

hacker!theo knew he was screwed the moment he entered her home security system. one glance of her through the camera displayed on his screen and he knew he was a goner. but it was too late to back out of this job now, he had already signed the contract. he knows almost everything about her just through observation and hacking into her devices— her missions, her allies, her enemies... it's a real pity for his employers that he ended up falling for her after a month of merely observing her.

i. am. so. fucking. excited.

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[witchsrecs]

um um – raises hand – i volunteer !!!

legs pulled to your chest your arms wrapped around the back of your knees, allowing your body to be on full display for him and him only as Mattheo just plays with your pussy, rubbing your clit with a smug little grin, eyes never leaving one another, he can’t get enough of the way your being such a good aider in bringing you to a pathetic whiney mess. “good girl.” “lookin so pretty for me.” Switching between the slow torturous rub of his thumb to a harsh slap over your cunt that makes you shudder and whine, a deep murmur of a laugh at every squeal and squirm you make. “Keep those legs bent for me, yeah you like how I play with you baby” “don’t make me have to restrain you…that’s it be a good girl for’me”

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okay i’m living for this ??? lemme put on my skimpiest bikini and strut around the pool for him 💅🏼

— LIFEGUARD!THEO

WARNING: 18+, voyeurism, not for minors.

LIFEGUARD!THEO, who took up this summer job just to watch hot girls prance around in their tiny bikinis.

LIFEGUARD!THEO, who puts on his sunglasses even when it's not sunny, just so he can stare at girls' asses without them knowing.

LIFEGUARD!THEO, who is such a goddamn flirt, looking for any opportunities to help (and touch) any damsel in distress.

LIFEGUARD!THEO, who finds a catch for the night, then brings them back to the pool at night when it's empty.

can i just say i'm feral for this man?? this au is an original, please do not copy/steal/use.

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[witchsrecs]

omg ari i’m obsessed !! missed dealer!theo sm, so so glad to finally read some more 🤭 actually obsessed with the fact that tits just calm him down (he can have mine any day)

"quel figlio di puttana. avrei dovuto ucciderlo."

the way i’d sink down to my knees and start sucking him off right here 🫠 ugh i need him so bad, love this love this love this

cleaning dealer!theo’s cuts after he got into a fight because he has no clue how to do it himself 🙂‍↕️

“sit still!” you mutter, slapping theo’s leg as it bounces restlessly while you try to clean his fresh wounds. his blue eyes remain narrowed, rage still flickering in them as he bites down on his lower lip. his choleric nature makes it nearly impossible for him to stay calm after being provoked, and today is no exception. another meaningless fight— another mess for you to clean up.

“quel figlio di puttana. avrei dovuto ucciderlo.” theo grunts under his breath, scowling as he stares off into the distance, still seething with fury. he hisses, followed by a string of low curses, when the alcohol-drenched cloth presses against his cuts, his rough hands flying to your hips to steady himself.

“look up a bit, please.” he gazes up at you, his eyes landing on you for the first time as you bend down to take a quick look at the open wounds on his neck. theo’s expression gradually shifts, from anger into a cheeky grin, a chuckle escaping his bruised lips. his hands slowly trail up your body, tracing your figure, before landing on your tits, pulling your already revealing top down even more.

“fuck…” you can feel his eyes burning into your skin, causing you to roll your eyes playfully. but mostly, you’re relieved he isn’t irritated anymore, as theo hungrily stares at your body with a cocky, lopsided smirk, his worries washed away in an instant. “the perfect girlfriend, aren’t you? already making me forget what i was angry about.”

“that’s all it takes?” “hm, you know what…” theo begins, his tone low and husky. he abruptly rises to his feet, grabs the back of your thighs, and lifts you, causing you to let out a small squeal as you wrap your legs around his torso. “maybe i need a little more distraction.”

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[witchsrecs]

ok first of all, thanks for the acknowledgment of my unyielding horniness for this man, always a pleasure 😤 second of all, i think i died. no i know that i died

his belt clinks as he presses closer

felt that physically and spiritually

"took the words right out of my mouth.”

yeah take those words out and put someth—

"bet you made such a mess of yourself thinkin' about me. bet you came so fuckin' pretty."

how did you know 🥰 (i probably sent pics)

leaving you entirely bare and vulnerable while he's still dressed in his uniform.

there it is. the sentence that makes me woof and bark and completely unravel and and—

the sound of the buckle unfastening makes your breath hitch

it really does. it really really does

he's so hard it looks painful, tip flushed and leaking

i think my eye is actually twitching at this imagery (and so is my clit)

"so fuckin' polite. what happened to my brat, huh? where'd she go?"

oh you will get it 🤭 later tho. lemme be a good lil subby for you just this once !!! (no)

keeps sliding his cock over your pussy, over and over, never giving you what you need.

felt that physically and spiritually x2

LICKING THE TEARS !!!! AND HIM BEING SO SWEET AFTERWARDS !!!!!! god leona, i’ve truly been blessed. yk we were insane about this idea when we talked about it, and i’m so fucking happy you did it 😭 on my ‘to be reread’ list forever and always 🩷

⊹ ࣪ ˖ military!mattheo fucking you in his uniform

warnings ; 18+ mdni, fem!reader, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, minor power imbalance (?), slight dacryphilia (?), dirty talk, swearing

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you don’t hear him coming.

one second, you're reaching up to grab a glass from the cabinet, and the next, he’s there—pressed against your back, arms winding tight around your waist, his broad chest solid and unyielding as he breathes in deep at the crook of your neck, the heavy weight of him swallowing you whole. it’s barely been half an hour since he got home—the clinginess is expected.

"fuck," mattheo rasps, voice like gravel. "can't fucking be away from you. tried—tried to keep my hands to myself for a little longer, but i can’t."

his hands drag down, slow, deliberate, rough palms mapping your body like he's memorizing you all over again. his belt clinks as he presses closer, and you can feel him—thick and heavy against your ass, barely contained by his uniform.

"took the words right out of my mouth," you murmur, tilting your head as his lips graze your skin, breath warm and uneven. his stubble scratches along your jaw, a reminder that he’s real, that he’s here, and your stomach clenches with anticipation.

"yeah?" he nips at the shell of your ear, his hands slipping under your shirt, palms greedy against bare skin before sliding the shirt up and off of you. "you been missing me that bad, angel?"

"you have no idea."

his chest rumbles with a low, pleased hum, hands squeezing at your now naked tits. "been touching yourself while i was gone, hm? slipping those pretty fingers inside, pretending they were mine?"

heat floods your cheeks, embarrassment prickling at your spine. you hesitate, and that’s all he needs.

"oh, baby," he drawls, dragging a hand up to wrap around your throat, not tight, just there, thumb stroking over your pulse. "bet you made such a mess of yourself thinkin’ about me. bet you came so fuckin’ pretty."

his other hand moves, fingers slipping past the waistband of your shorts, teasing along the damp fabric of your panties. "but not as good as when i do it, huh?"

"n-no," you whisper, legs trembling.

he chuckles, dark and satisfied. "good girl. now, c’mon—gonna take care of you properly."

before you can process it, he’s lifting you like you weigh nothing, spinning you in his arms and setting you down on the kitchen counter. the cold marble bites into your skin as he tugs your shorts and panties down in one swift motion, his rough hands guiding your knees apart, spreading you open for him, leaving you entirely bare and vulnerable while he’s still dressed in his uniform.

his gaze darkens, hunger carving sharp lines into his already severe features. he drinks you in like a dying man, eyes unable to leave your glistening pussy. "i think this sweet little cunt missed me as much as i missed her."

his fingers trail up your thighs, slow and taunting, before wrapping around his belt. the sound of the buckle unfastening makes your breath hitch, and then he’s unzipping his pants, freeing himself with a low groan.

he’s so hard it looks painful, tip flushed and leaking as he wraps a hand around his cock, lazily stroking as he watches you squirm.

“you gonna be good for me?

"yes—yes, please, mattheo—"

he grins, wolfish. "so fuckin’ polite. what happened to my brat, huh? where’d she go?" his cock slides through your slick folds, the thick head tapping against your clit, making you clench. "thought you’d be givin’ me a hard time."

"mattheo," you whimper, hips jerking as he keeps teasing, keeps sliding his cock over your pussy, over and over, never giving you what you need. your head falls back, frustration tightening your muscles. "please. please, just—"

he groans, grip tightening on your thighs. "fuck, you beg so pretty. c'mon, baby. tell me you want me to fuck you raw."

there’s not a single tremble of hesitation in your voice. “i want you to fuck me raw.”

his cock twitches in his hand. he leans forward, lips brushing against your ear, voice dropping to something almost mocking, almost sweet. "yeah? after all this time, think you can take me without any prep? think this greedy little cunt can handle it?"

his words send a shiver down your spine, a sharp pulse of need tightening in your stomach. "yes," you breathe. "i can take it."

he exhales a harsh breath, running his cock along your slick again, pressing just the tip inside before pulling back. "gonna split you open, baby. make you feel me for days. you want that?"

"want it so bad—please, please, mattheo—"

he chuckles, something dark, something smug. "such a desperate little thing. fine. but you better take every inch."

he lines himself up and pushes in, slow, making you take every thick inch until he’s buried deep, your walls stretching around him. a broken moan slips past your lips, hands gripping the edge of the counter as your body trembles beneath his.

mattheo lets out a strangled groan, head dropping forward. his hands find your waist, gripping tight as he starts to move, each thrust deliberate, dragging pleasure through every nerve in your body. he watches you—watches the way your eyes flutter, the way your lips part, the way your breath stutters with every push and pull of his cock.

"look at you," he murmurs, voice thick with reverence. "my beautiful little slut."

he leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath hot and heavy against your lips. "gonna fill you up, baby. gonna make you mine all over again."

his thrusts turn rougher, deeper, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you open. you’re gasping, moaning, eyes shining with unshed tears as pleasure coils tight in your stomach.

"please," you whimper, and he groans, tilting your chin up to catch a tear on his tongue, groaning at the taste. another tear falls and he licks it off your cheek in record time.

"fuck, i missed you," he breathes against your lips. "gonna make you cum, sweetheart. then i’m gonna fill you up—gonna breed this pretty little pussy until you’re dripping."

his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles as his thrusts turn punishing, precise. your body locks up, pleasure cresting so hard it leaves you breathless, your release hitting you in waves as he fucks you through it.

mattheo doesn’t stop.

he groans, chasing his own high, thrusts turning erratic as he buries himself deep one last time, spilling inside you with a shuddering moan. he stays there, holding you close, pressing soft, reverent kisses to your jaw, your neck, your lips.

"i love you, angel," he murmurs, voice hoarse.

his cock twitches inside you, and his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. "think you can give me another one, baby?"

© leona-hawthorne 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost any of my writing.

thank you kira for blessing me with this idea you’re a real one ‼️💯

[witchsrecs]

hello there ruby 😤 i’m fucking in love with this au already aaaa screaming crying throwing up

"like knowing I went out there and fucking ruined some guy—just to come back here and ruin you."

well yes, i do, in fact, like knowing that

wiping away his cum, leaving another man’s blood in its place.

SEXY AS FUCK 🫠 i’m obsessed

theo nott x reader; fight club au

theo nott's teeth are stained red, the bruise around his eye deepening every minute. he grips your hair like a tether, pushing you down onto his cock, letting you choke on the weight of him.

"fuck, look at you," he mutters his voice mixed with pain and desire, his knuckles stinging where they grip your hair, split open & still bleeding from the fight.

he drags your head back, letting spit and precum drip from your lips before pushing you back down, slow and deep. his cock twitches when you moan around him, eyes glassy and nails digging into his thighs.

"you like this, don’t you?" he breathes "like knowing I went out there and fucking ruined some guy—just to come back here and ruin you."

his cock twitches as he grabs your neck, feeling his cock in your throat "swallow," theo groans. he slowly pulls his still twitching cock out of your mouth and tilts your head up towards his. his thumb swipes over the corner of your mouth, wiping away his cum, leaving another man's blood in it's place.

[witchsrecs]

i am actually very unwell, but also incredibly content. like a missing piece of my soul has been found.

so he kisses it, every time. presses his lips there and murmurs, "don't think too much, baby." like you don't have to. like he'll do all the thinking for you.

i think this just healed me. need a tough military man who does all the thinking for me, like, yesterday.

he holds you like you're the only thing in the world worth holding.

i am 🥹👉🏻👈🏻

the amount of love i have for military!mattheo cannot be described in simple human words.

military!mattheo’s favorite things about reader orrr what it’s like before he goes away WINK WINK

⊹ ࣪ ˖ military!mattheo’s favorite things about you

warnings ; nsfw 18+, fem!reader, fluff, smut

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there isn’t a single thing military!mattheo doesn’t love about you. not one. he’s tried to think of something before—some little habit that might get under his skin, some quirk that should annoy him—but he always comes up empty. especially when he’s been away for so long, when all he has are memories of you, replaying like a goddamn prayer in his head. it only makes him love everything more. every little thing.

because you’re perfect to him, made for him, and no matter how hardened he’s become, no matter how much blood stains his hands, you’re the one thing that’s still soft, still untouched by the ugliness of the world. here are some of his favorite things, just to name a few:

the way you always make sure he’s taken care of when he comes home.

when he steps through the door, dusty and tired, he’s greeted with a warm meal—something homey, something familiar. a plate of his favorite food, even if it’s just something simple, with a glass of whiskey on the side. and there’s always a hot bath waiting for him, the water perfectly steamy, the bubbles just right.

but it’s the little things you slip under his pillow that get him—your letter. handwritten. always waiting for him, like you’ve been waiting all along.

how you fold his uniform when he’s home.

you’re careful, gentle, like it’s something delicate and not something that’s seen blood. you smooth your hands over the fabric, over the creases and patches, your fingers lingering at the frayed edges like you can will them whole again. he watches you do it, watches the way your brows knit in concentration, and he thinks—if anything in this world is holy, it’s you.

the way you hold his dog tags between your fingers.

as though they haven’t stuck through war. like they don’t weigh heavy with all the things he’s done. you twist the chain around your knuckles absentmindedly, press the cool metal against your lips when you think he isn’t looking. but he sees. he always sees.

the way your fingers trace the veins in his forearms.

following the lines like a map, like you’re learning him by touch alone. you press down where his pulse is strongest, smiling a little when he shivers.

“still alive,” you murmur, half-teasing, and he grabs your hand and kisses your fingertips like a prayer.

how you kiss his scars.

not just the old, faded ones, but the fresh, angry ones too. the ugly ones. the ones that still ache when he moves a certain way. you never ask where they came from, never make him speak about things he’d rather forget. you just kiss them, soft and slow, like your lips alone can rewrite history.

the way you never let him leave without a kiss.

even if he’s already got his boots on, even if his bags are packed and waiting by the door, you pull him down and kiss him like you can anchor him here, like you can press your love into his skin so deep it’ll never leave him. he doesn’t know if you realize how much it wrecks him. how he carries the taste of you like a ghost, like a promise, like a reason to come back.

the little crease between your brows when you’re focused.

he sees it when you’re curled up with a book, when you’re doing something mindless but deep in thought—folding laundry, stirring tea, brushing your hair. sometimes, he watches you in the mirror, that soft little furrow between your eyes, and it makes something ache inside him.

so he kisses it, every time. presses his lips there and murmurs, “don’t think too much, baby.” like you don’t have to. like he’ll do all the thinking for you.

how you hum when you cook.

not a full song, just little bits and pieces, half-formed melodies that drift through the kitchen as you move. sometimes, it’s a tune he recognizes, sometimes it’s just soft nonsense, but it stays with him. when he’s away, crouched in some cold, godforsaken place, he swears he hears it. swears it keeps him warm.

how you run your fingers through his hair when you’re half-asleep.

slow, lazy, dragging your nails against his scalp in a way that makes his eyelids go heavy. he pretends not to need it, pretends he’s too tough for it, but you know better. and when he finally does fall asleep, his head in your lap, you kiss his temple and whisper, “i’ve got you.”

how you always know when he needs to be in control.

he doesn’t have to ask for it—you sense it, feel it before he does. the way you let him flip you onto your stomach, let him take you from behind like he’s claiming you, letting him hold you in place with one hand on your back while the other digs into your hips. you don’t complain when he gets rough, don’t beg him to slow down—you love it when he takes what he wants, when he uses you like his own personal playground.

you just let him fold you in half, pressing your knees to your chest as he drives into you. the breathless little whines you make, the way you blink up at him, glassy-eyed and dazed. he knows you could squirm, fight, tell him no, be gentle—but you don’t. you let him toss you around, pin you down, grip your waist hard enough to bruise. you want it, and fuck, if that doesn’t drive him crazy.

“missed you so much,” he pants against your throat, and you nod, gasping, “missed you too, missed you so bad.” it does something to him. makes him want to keep you like this forever, pretty and pliant and his.

how you taste when he finally presses his lips to your cunt after a long deployment.

like honey and desperation, soft and sweet but with a hint of something darker. he can’t help but moan into you when you pull him closer, when you tug at his hair, pushing him deeper. you beg him to take his time, but he’s fucking starving, needs to devour every inch of you until you’re trembling and crying out his name.

the way you sound when he’s got you beneath him.

when he’s stretching you open, murmuring, “easy, baby, let me in.” the little whimper that catches in your throat when he bottoms out. the way your fingers clutch at his wrists, your nails digging into his skin, like you’re barely holding on. he loves that. he loves ruining you.

the way your nails leave marks on his back.

long angry red lines and deep crescent shapes from where your fingers dug into his skin, desperate for something to hold onto. he never tells you, but he loves it. loves the way it stings when he runs his hand over the scratches later, feeling the indentations like little imprints of you. it’s like you’ve marked him, branded him, and it gets him hard every time he so much as notices them in the mirror.

the way you bite him when you cum.

sometimes, it’s nothing too hard, nothing painful—just a little scrape of teeth against his shoulder, his neck, his jaw. sometimes, it’s straight up animalistic, going deep enough to leave marks. you bury your face in his throat, gasping against his skin as you tremble in his arms. and it makes him fucking feral. makes him rut into you harder, chasing after that feeling, after the little please that falls from your lips when it’s too much but you still want more.

the simple feeling of you beneath him.

wet and warm, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you slow, each movement deep and deliberate. he never wants to rush these moments—wants to savor how you squeeze around him, how you moan when he presses deeper, closer, until you’re clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

how you always cry a little when you’re cumming.

not sobbing, not loud, just quiet little tears slipping down your cheeks as you tremble beneath him. he brushes them away with his thumbs, licks them up, shushing you, kissing you, whispering how good you are, how sweet. he tells you he loves you then, like it’s a confession, like it’s something fragile and sacred. and you always say it back. always.

how fucked-out and pretty you look when he's done with you.

glossy eyes, swollen lips, breath coming in short little gasps. you always reach for him after, even when you're boneless, even when you can barely move. you curl into his chest, soft and sleepy, and he holds you like you're the only thing in the world worth holding.

© leona-hawthorne 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost any of my writing.

this was fun to write, i wanna do more of these lists

[witchsrecs]

i’ve been waiting to read some circus freak!mattheo, and i still have to get to the other drabble, but girl ??? this was so fucking hot 😤

the scent of fire oil and sweat clinging to his skin.

physically took a whiff when i read this, why is it so yummy 😋

“bet you’re soaking yourself right now. bet i could shove my hand between those pretty thighs and find you dripping.”

why yes, i am, in fact, soaking myself right now. would also not be against his hand between my thighs (pls this is a need)

“messy little thing,” he murmured, watching spit drip down your chin. “gonna have to clean you up when we’re done.”

waiting for the cleanup, legs spread wide 🧎🏻‍♀️

plsss this was so good !!! can’t wait for more circus freak!mattheo, have a feeling it’s gonna be delish

circus!freak mattheo seeing reader sword swallowing

and like... blowjob after??? you see the vison???

⊹ ࣪ ˖ giving circus freak!mattheo a blowjob after a performance

warnings ; 18+ mdni, fem reader, oral m!recieving, throatfucking, praise, spitting

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the moment you stepped off the stage, wiping the back of your hand across your lips, you knew.  

mattheo’s eyes had been on you the entire time—watching, waiting. the second your routine ended, he was already moving, cutting through the backstage chaos like a blade through silk.  

“you’ve got a filthy little talent, don’t you?” his voice was a low murmur against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “swallowing swords like that.”  

you didn’t need to look at him to know the expression he wore—that slow, wolfish grin, dark eyes glinting with something wicked.  

“whatever you’re thinking, don’t.” you tossed him a glance, feigning exasperation, but the heat pooling between your thighs betrayed you.  

mattheo only chuckled, his fingers ghosting over your wrist before curling around it. his grip was firm, not enough to drag you, but enough to make sure you followed when he pulled you past the velvet curtains, deeper into the shadows of the empty tent.  

“you already know what i’m thinking,” he said, backing you against one of the towering support beams, the scent of fire oil and sweat clinging to his skin.  

his hand tipped your chin up, thumb pressing against your bottom lip.  

“so show me,” he murmured.  

next thing you knew, your knees were aching against the cold wooden floor, but you barely noticed. all you could focus on was mattheo’s cock—thick and heavy on your tongue, pulsing against your lips as he guided himself deeper, fingers wrapped tight in your hair.  

“fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, his head dropping back against the post. his grip tightened, a silent command. “look at you. my good little freak, taking me so well.”  

you whimpered at the praise, at the way his voice dropped lower, rougher.  

his other hand slid down to your throat, fingers curling around the sides—not squeezing, just holding, just feeling how his cock stretched you from the inside.  

“feel that?” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your head swim. “feel how deep you’re taking me?”  

you tried to nod, but the movement only made him groan, his hips twitching forward.  

“you can take more.”  

he didn’t wait for permission.  

his grip in your hair turned ruthless, guiding your head until your nose brushed against the sharp line of his hips. your throat protested, spasming around him, but he only groaned, his grip on your neck tightening slightly.  

“there we fucking go,” he growled. “that’s my girl.”  

tears pricked your eyes as he held you there, cock buried to the hilt, waiting until your throat relaxed around him before he pulled back.  

he didn’t let you breathe for long.  

his thrusts were slow at first, teasing, his grip forcing you to take it how he wanted. the control made your skin burn, your thighs pressing together as wetness pooled between them.  

“knew you’d be good at this,” he murmured, his fingers slipping down to drag over your cheek, smearing spit and precum across your flushed skin. “so fucking eager to please.”  

you moaned around him, making his cock throb.  

“fuck,” he groaned. “bet you’re soaking yourself right now. bet i could shove my hand between those pretty thighs and find you dripping.”  

you clenched at his words, heat flooding your stomach.  

“messy little thing,” he murmured, watching spit drip down your chin. “gonna have to clean you up when we’re done.”  

his hips snapped forward sharply, pushing himself back down your throat, making you gag.

mattheo groaned at the sound, his fingers tightening in your hair.  

“fuck—that’s it. choke on it, love. show me how well you can take it.”  

trust.  

that’s what he always talked about. what he demanded.  

and right now, with his hand tight in your hair, his cock stretching your throat, your body entirely at his mercy—you trusted him.  

you couldn’t breathe. could only let him use you how he pleased, his cock sliding deep, over and over, until your vision blurred. and it felt good.

his groans grew rougher, his grip almost painful, his pace turning brutal.  

“shit—gonna come,” he warned, voice strained.  

you hummed in response, making his hips stutter.

warmth flooded your throat as he spilled into your mouth, his hips shuddering, his curses breaking into breathless laughter as he watched you swallow every drop.  

his hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking over your cheek as he watched you swallow.  

when he finally pulled back, you gasped for air, your lips slick, eyes glassy.  

mattheo crouched down to your level, his fingers tilting your chin up while his other wrist rested on his knee.

“open,” he murmured.  

you obeyed, sticking out your tongue just enough to show him you’d taken everything.  

his smirk was filthy.

“good fucking girl.”

© leona-hawthorne 2025. please do not copy, translate or repost any of my writing.

[witchsrecs]

cheating kink going crazy, i’m deceased 🫠

“besides, she’s been telling me that the sex has been much better lately… all thanks to my sweet little sis for letting me practice on her.”

this is absolutely diabolical. i love it. i’m going to hell, and i’m gonna have a lit ass party down there.

step bro!theo who has a girlfriend but uses you as his cocksleeve while apart from her. has completely corrupted and dumbed you down into letting him play with you and use you at will. meanwhile his girlfriend is none the wiser that the reason he's better at sex than ever is because of you, his sweet, ever willingly step sister.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. tw stepcest. cheating. corruption kink. coercion/manipulation. choking.

“but what if… what if your girlfriend finds out? i really like her, teddy.” you whisper worriedly into theo’s ear while he hovers over you in your bed, his rough hands hungrily roaming all over your half-naked body. he chuckles in amusement at your nervous innocence, the sweet nickname making his already hard cock twitch in his pants.

“that’s nothin’ for you to worry about, sweet girl… or are you saying you don’t want to help me out? are you really gonna let me walk around with blue balls all week? am i hearin’ that right?” theo drawls, the smile slowly fading from his face, replaced by exaggerated disappointment— he knows all too well how to manipulate his naive, unaware stepsister into doing whatever he wants.

“no, no! that’s not it! i really don’t want you to be in pain! i’m just… i don’t want to get you into trouble or anything like that…” your shaky voice trails off as you fidget with the strings of his black hoodie, your eyes dropping down, guilt immediately overtaking you for feeling like a bad sister. he brings a hand to your flustered face, gripping your jaw to gently lift your head, his blue eyes staring intensely down at you.

“aw, aren’t you adorable— looking out for your big brother like that, huh? i’ll be fine, doll. just let me make you feel good, yeah?” you hesitantly nod, his reassuring words somewhat easing your worries as you shyly meet his hungry gaze for the first time. that cocky, mischievous smile from before reappears on his handsome face as he bites his lip, his hand travelling to your neck, fingers tightening around your throat.

“besides, she’s been telling me that the sex has been much better lately… all thanks to my sweet little sis for letting me practice on her.”

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