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kira is basically cleopatra when it comes to au’s, and i fucking live for it

i can’t wait to f**** this man until 🫣

── .ᡣ𐭩 PIMP!THEO

ᡣ𐭩 pimp!theo – a local pimp whose notoriety goes beyond the city. has his own strip club/house, but sneakily scouts in different ones, luring the girls he deems worthy into his web. has an extensive clientele from around the country, and it’s not easy to get into the circle – he’s very picky. takes care of what he considers his, which are his girls, reputation and money.

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⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN LEO

venus in leo is proud and boastful, enjoying all the attention they easily attract. they feed on validation and adoration, and won’t hesitate to make it known. this placement will find a way to make themselves the center of your universe, and you will definitely feel it, in more ways than one.

brother’s bsf!lorenzo berkshire x nott!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni, voyeurism, masturbation (m), the tiniest bit of degradation, cursing

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you had no idea what prompted you to go to your brother’s dorm this late at night. it’s not like you really needed anything, you didn’t have any nightmares, plus, you knew he’d very likely spend the night at some girl’s room. still, something was calling for you, and you found yourself at his door at the ass crack of night. surprisingly, it was cracked open, which was quite a surprise – everyone should’ve already been asleep, no? curiosity won over everything, and you peeped inside, trying your best not to make any sound just in case.

what you saw made your heart leap straight into your throat, and you barely held back from choking on nothing but air.

lorenzo was laid out on his bed, legs slightly spread, completely naked in the dim light of a lamp on his bedside table. one of his hands was moving over his hard, dripping cock colored deep pink, and the other one was massaging his balls. his cheeks were flushed, that much you could see in the dusk, his hair stuck to his damp forehead, and you swore you could distinguish freshly wet streaks of white on his stomach. so it wasn’t the first–

you shook your head, trying to will away the image, but it was damn near impossible when the object of said image was right in front of you, deeply indulged in the very thing you were imagining. your eyes were glued to lorenzo’s hand tightly wrapped around his cock, moving up and down with wet, squelching sounds. just how often had you dreamt of seeing exactly this, of hearing his small sighs and quiet moans as he pleasured himself… you lost count a long long time ago.

heat quickly burned low in your stomach, and you silently cursed at yourself for ending up in such an awkward position – you were still behind the door, in the corridor, and literally anyone could walk by. the last thing you needed was a random slytherin sleaze seeing you touch yourself out in the open. of course, he’d get his jaw broken by theo afterwards, but still, it was an embarrassing thought. nevertheless, your panties were rapidly getting soaked, and you had to squeeze your thighs to try and hold back waves of intense arousal.

unbeknownst to you, enzo was fully aware of your presence. he caught the sight of you peering through the crack in the door a while ago, but didn’t say anything yet. something about the fact that you were watching him while he jerked off – to the thought of you, of course – made the whole experience even more intense, more thrilling. his hand picked up the pace on his cock as he imagined you biting your lip, your pretty eyes fixed on him, your pussy starting to leak into your tiny pajama shorts that he always ogled whenever he was lucky enough to see…

"fuck," he groaned, arching off the bed and squeezing his balls in an attempt to stop the orgasm that threatened to crash into him sooner than he’d like. that single hoarse word from him was entirely too sexy, and you found yourself imagining how his voice would sound with your name on his lips… your cheeks were aflame, but you were too mesmerized by the sight of lorenzo to care.

he was getting close, he knew it, but he didn’t want to cum like that. not when an opportunity to have you presented itself on a silver platter – you were already undoubtedly turned on, he just had a very reliable hunch, and theo was nowhere in sight. he stopped suddenly, and your eyes widened, not really getting why he did that. but when his head turned, and his gaze landed on your face, illuminated by a faint stream of light coming through the crack, your heart dropped to your stomach. but the heat you felt burning down there only grew, spreading all over your body at the realization of being caught red-handed. even though technically, you were the one who caught him first.

"sweetie," lorenzo murmured, a smirk spreading on his face as his thumb lazily moved over the swollen tip of his cock, spreading shiny precum all over. "i can see your pretty face there, you little slut. come inside."

you swallowed thickly, the ‘slut’ going straight into the gutter, making your pussy clench desperately around nothing. you hesitantly opened the door and stepped inside, now getting a full view of lorenzo’s body. it was unfair how handsome he was, slick with sweat and streaks of cum drying on his stomach from the apparent previous orgasm you weren’t a witness off… he chuckled, watching your flustered but curious expression with a smirk firmly planted on his lips.

"come on, babe, don’t be shy. we just have to have some fun now, no? i won’t tell nott, i promise… if you’ll be a good girl, of course."

i’m so ready to be destroyed and used like a fuck doll by this little devil 🦭

kira is making me wet again guys, i might faint

— devil!mattheo

devil!mattheo – the devil himself. you never know he’s got you until he’s right there, his fiery breath on your neck, his raspy voice in your ear, whispering sins into your very soul. you can try praying him away, try to plead to every god you know, b u̶t̶…̵ ̸h̵e̷’̶s̵ ̶a̷l̵r̶e̶a̴d̷y̵ ̷ť̶̝͕͔h̸̬̜̉̀e̵̢̪̐́r̷̰̻͓̈́e̸̲̺͑…̶͈̠̽̾ ̸̣̬͊͜͝ậ̸̰̑n̷̞̼̎̿d̸̨̘̊̐́ ̵̼̈̍͐t̴͉͆̉h̷̯̼͐̚ẹ̷͐̐r̷̜̪̞͐̊̍ě̷̠͝’̴̠̲̂̏s̶̥͐ ̴̴̢̘̻̭̜̤̘͇͑͑̓̏̈́̃̕̕͝n̶͈̗͂̈́ò̷̝̦͔͚̗́̍̾̿̎ ̸̢͓͕̳̘͖̈́̂̚ĝ̴͇̼͈̎̎ǫ̵̨̭͇̺͒́͝ḯ̵̳͈͙̒̐͛̀ń̶̝̠̯̭g̴̡̗̪̜̪̍ ̶͍̰͇̂̍̊b̵̭̰̼̗͋͆̿̈́̚ą̵̛͍̺̘̙̯̒̋c̷̥͖͚͐ḳ̵͍́̏͌̀…̸̧̢͓̹̝̑͘

honorary tag @mattnott because she was the one who gave me this wonderful idea <3

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can you ask a nagi version of the bachira “no way he pulled that” !! thank you sooomuch

Absolutely!!! And npp!!

Also shoutout to the other people asking for a Nagi version in my requests-you've got taste.

And not to be dramatic, but I love how literally all my current requests revolve around this "No Way He Pulled That" beach idea. Like yeah, I made that concept while pacing around my room, headphones on, blasting my saved TikToks and imagining the wildest daydream ever. I was fully in my own world and now it's lowkey becoming a whole saga.

No Way He Pulled That Pt.5

Ego had declared a rare break from the brutal training sessions of Blue Lock—a full beach day, no drills, no strategy talks, no footballs (unless you brought one yourself). Just the sun, the sea, and your fellow egocentric maniacs trying to figure out how to relax without turning everything into a competition.

Nagi arrived last, of course. Board shorts hanging off one hip, hair messier than usual, a towel draped over his head like a cloak. He made it exactly ten steps before collapsing under the nearest palm tree with a soft groan and his signature phrase:

"Too much effort…"

No one paid much attention to him—because no one ever believed a word that came out of his mouth. Especially not when it came to the mystical, possibly imaginary girlfriend he always mumbled about.

"She's real," Nagi had said one night, mouth full of instant ramen. "Really pretty. Soft, too"

“Is she your body pillow?” Isagi asked, deadpan.

"...No"

Reo had stopped believing months ago. Rin never believed to begin with. And Bachira? He was convinced Nagi had made her up after watching too many romance animes while half-asleep.

But then the beach volleyball game started. And that’s when everything changed.

A group of players had set up a net near the far edge of the shore, and laughter rang out as the match heated up. But one particular sound cut through the air like a melody.

Your laugh.

It was light, breezy, warm like honeyed sunlight—too charming to ignore.

Someone spiked the ball too hard. It shot over the net and landed dangerously close to the lazy white-haired boy under the palm tree.

You chased after it, completely unaware of the dozen Blue Lock boys who had just stopped whatever they were doing to stare at you.

And how could they not?

You were a vision—skin kissed by the sun, hair tossed in a high ponytail with strands flying free, your swim top peeking through a loose-knit tank, shorts that hugged your curves, legs dusted with sand. You radiated sweetness, like something out of a summer dream. A soft energy that clashed entirely with the high-strung testosterone-choked beach.

Reo dropped his smoothie.

Chigiri blinked like he was buffering.

Rin narrowed his eyes, confused and slightly annoyed by the way the sun hit your smile so perfectly.

You bent to grab the ball, tucking it under your arm. When you glanced toward Nagi, your entire face lit up.

"Sei!" you called, practically bouncing as you jogged toward him.

The boys followed your gaze like it was a horror movie reveal.

And Nagi?

He looked up, blinked twice, then broke into the laziest but fondest little grin.

"Hey. You're here" he said, voice low and soft, like you were the only thing in his world.

You reached him, tossed the ball aside, and flopped onto the sand next to him, curling up like it was your usual spot. Then, casually, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his temple.

"Missed you" you said sweetly.

Silence.

Crickets.

Barou’s eye twitched. Otoya took off his sunglasses like he needed to confirm reality. Karasu mouthed "WHAT THE—"

Rin’s glare was sharp enough to slice metal. Bachira looked like he’d just discovered aliens were real.

:Waitwaitwaitwait," Isagi stammered. "That’s her?! That’s the girlfriend?"

Reo nearly combusted. "No way he pulled that. No—no way"

"You said she plays Animal Crossing!" Chigiri accused.

"She does," Nagi replied, already resting his head on your lap.

You?

You just smiled, oblivious to the mayhem behind you, fingers carding lazily through his hair as you fed him slices of cold watermelon from your cooler.

"God, she’s nurturing him," Reo whispered, devastated.

"Like a sea goddess nursing a shipwreck survivor" Karasu added mournfully.

Rin stood, muttered something about touching grass, and walked directly into the ocean.

Nagi yawned, totally unaffected. "Told you she was real"

— underground fighter mattheo fucking you on a break;

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mattheo riddle x fem reader. warnings: smut (mdni), pnv, mattheo being a dick, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, mentions to blood, swearing, degradation, violence (he’s a fighter).

mattheo’s breathing was out of control, his chest was rising and falling as his fists pounded his opponent. the adrenaline was taking over his body so violently that his blood seemed ready to explode from his veins; he could barely hear the screams of the crowd, who seemed furious as soon they realized they were going to lose yet another bet and money because of him.

you were a little further away than usual, clutching the small microphone between your fingers as you sat among the other organizers of the event, observing the bloody fight before you. you looked at the fight, thinking if you should feel intimidated by the force mattheo was using to give blow after blow on his opponent, or by the poor man now on the ground beneath mattheo, coughing up blood and desperately trying to get the possessed champion off of him.

the two options seemed interesting enough for ya, but from the crowd's point of view, the fight was already getting repetitive.

he always won, and it was getting tiring for everyone.

you massaged your temples, cursing under your breath, ignoring the confused looks the other organizers shot your way, the gears of your brain grinding as you thought about a way to make the fight more interesting. but nothing came. with no better option, you quickly got up and made your way toward the center of the ring with determined steps.

some of the angry people in the crowd turned their gazes to you, their eyes almost stripping you naked and making you shift uncomfortably as you made your way. yet, they knew better than to do something to you. your connection to the underground and your strange connection with mattheo—who now was pressing his opponent’s head against the bloodied floor—was enough to scare them away.

mattheo’s smirk widened when his eyes met yours, almost like he was saying that the victory and the money were already his.

at least that was what he thought, until he saw you bringing a microphone to your lips and heard the words that would make him furious. “let’s take a short break.” you said, trying to ignore mattheo’s murderous glare and focusing on the sighs of relief from those worried about losing money. “the fight will be back in 15 minutes.”

mattheo was beyond pissed, his bloody fists clenched at his sides before he gave you one last look and stormed off the ring. the crowd was still buzzing, but you could tell mattheo wasn’t interested in the break in that moment, so as soon as he entered one of the dark hallways of the cage, you followed him, calling out his name and receiving angry shouts in return.

and before either of you realized, mattheo’s cock was inside your wet folds, fucking you hard while you struggle to catch your breath.

“fuck, mattheo!” you bite back a moan, your thighs shaking from the force of his strong thrusts into your cunt and the way his fingers kneaded your flesh, leaving bloody handprints on your soft skin—handprints that would probably bruise later, but you didn't seem to care; his cock felt too fucking amazing opening your walls for you to do so.

“you like this, don’t y’a, bitch?” mattheo’s callous fingers dug even deeper into your thighs, his blood-soaked bandages tracing your curves with crimson as the pressure of his hips against yours increased more and more. “you like it when i fuck your desperate cunt, even after what you did? like you actually matter, don’t y’a?”

mattheo let out a raspy chuckle against your ear, his cock sinking even deeper into your silky folds as you nodded eagerly in response.

both of you could hear the screams of the crowd and the loud music coming from the ring at the other side of the hallway, the anxiety of being caught sending shocks of pleasure straight from his cock to your sensitive cunt—almost as if he had transmitted all the remaining adrenaline in his body to yours through the violent thrusts of his hips, tearing your inner walls apart.

“what now? y’a can’t handle the consequences of the shit you did?” his voice was raspier than usual, and he chuckled when he heard your whimpers—whimpers that, from his perspective, were nothing more than pathetic excuses to make him stop fucking you like the slut he knew you were. “what excuse of a pathetic bitch you are, huh?”

you nodded stupidly, only to feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you at your own pathetic attitude. your head spun as the burning sensation in your soaked folds grew stronger with each thrust, his cock slamming into you at a merciless pace.

he fucked you and tore you apart like you were nothing more than a doll, something to be used for his pleasure—nothing more than an outlet for the adrenaline he couldn’t shake off in the ring.

your only purpose was that.

“mattheo—”

“shut up, fucking slut,” he hissed between gritted teeth, clenching his bloodied hands on your thighs even more, his cock fucking you harder as he felt your pussy squeezing him desperately with each clumsy but precise pushings of his length.

mattheo’s bloody hands released your thighs, already marked by his blood, to move to your covered waist, pressing down and leaving crimson stains on the white fabric of your white shirt, but he only squeezed your waist tighter, burying his hips harder against your wet cunt, as if he was trying to distract you from the marks he’d left.

a smirk curled on his lips, knowing you’d be furious when you saw the dirty shirt.

“do you think it’s fair?” he began, each word being accompanied with another thrust. “making me leave the fucking ring when i was about to win the fucking fight?” he asked, trying to put his cock even deeper into your dripping pussy, though he knew it was already impossible—he was buried so deep that he was sure his dick could stay there, lost in your heat.

you didn’t respond, too focused on the sensation of being filled so good.

mattheo let out an irritated growl, his hand gripping your chin forcefully, smearing blood onto your skin and spreading it down to your neck. “when i ask you something, you fucking respond!” he snarled. each word came with a thrust—each thrust a new sensation of pleasure and pain for your pussy and a fresh wave of dominance for his cock.

“no.” you managed to respond between moans, your eyes closing as you tried to find the right words while you felt your pussy being filled, your orgasm almost there. “i don’t think it’s fair,” you said, almost cursing yourself for how ridiculous you sounded.

this man made you lose your goddamn mind; you fucking hated him!

“fuck yeah~,” he began, moving his cock inside your pussy more slowly. “just like i needed to hear,” he murmured, and without waiting for another word, he pulled his cock out from inside your tight walls, making you gasp at the lack of contact.

you blinked confused, your chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. slowly, your eyes to meet his, and even though his pupils were dilated, they still carried that cynical, almost eager look, a look that only seemed to increase as he caught the furious look you were giving him.

“why did you fucking stop?” you asked angrily, your pussy clenching around nothing in a desperate attempt to stop the frustration. “i was about to cum, fucking asshole!”

mattheo let out a dry, amused laugh, almost as if he couldn’t believe your audacity. you had interrupted his fight, and now you were mad that he had interrupted your orgasm? a little hypocritical on your part—if you asked him.

“well, you have fingers,” he mocked you, bringing his hand close to your pussy before slapping your soaked cunt. the sound echoing through the room, making you whimper as a red imprint stained on your skin, “use them, since you’re so fucking desperate.” he chuckled.

without another glance, he put on his pants and turned on his heel, ready to walk away.

“are y’a fucking kidding me, riddle?!” you asked angrier than before, knowing the other organizers would make questions if they didn’t see you in the ring at time.

“i’m fucking serious, miss,” he purred over his shoulder, a mocking smirk playing at the corner of his lips, and he almost laughed when he saw your fingers teasing your greedy cunt for some sort of relief.

“oh, and before i go… just a little warning,” he stopped in his tracks, his eyes locking onto yours.

“what, now?!”

“before you enter the ring, change your shirt,” mattheo said with mockery. you blinked confuse, making him laugh as he pointed to the bloody handprints on the white fabric. “it's a little dirty, y’a know?” his smirk widened, making you look down at your shirt. your blood boiled when you saw the prints staining it.

“you son of a bitch!” you screamed in his direction, the words practically burning with anger. but he didn’t even flinch. with that same smug smirk playing on his lips, he turned around and started walking away, completely ignoring your shouts.

mattheo’s focus was on winning the fight, and maybe, just maybe, making you lose some clients in the process.

© gibsluv; 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.

in my drafts since december :p comments and reblogs are super welcome and they motivate me a lot, so feel free to interact! 💘

A Lucky Christmas

A seemingly innocent and thoughtful gift turns out to have an unexpected surprise.

heheh more fluff! (Can you tell its my fav to write?), love triangle, lots of impulsivity, slight(?) drugging, mattheo and theo being absolutely whipped, mattheo riddle x fem!reader, theo nott x fem!reder

w/c: 1k

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a/n: so sorry this took forever to post! got sick and barely got time to sleep between puking sessions, much less write.... ANYWAY, shout out to @leona-hawthorne for proof reading for me!

Mattheo didn’t know how he got himself into this situation. He knew he and Y/n were staying at Hogwarts for Christmas. He stayed at school simply to avoid his father, but she refused to give her reason why she decided to stay. The whole thing was weird, especially because she usually looked forward to going home and spending time with her family. 

A few days into break, Y/n wanted to help the house elves decorate the Great Hall, and somehow she and her irresistible smile got him to come with her. So imagine his surprise when Theo, of all people, walks into the hall, ready to help her out too. Mattheo didn’t even know that the Italian was staying as well. Did she ask him to help too?

This girl just has the two of them wrapped around her little finger, and she’s so oblivious to that fact that it’s almost infuriating. 

So now, the three are scurrying around the huge room, hanging tinsel and putting ornaments on the huge tree. Y/n is occupied with draping garland made of popcorn and cranberries across the evergreen’s branches, with the help of some house elves. Mattheo and Theo got stuck with the job of sorting through old ornaments, with the instructions to throw away any broken baubles they might find. However, a wooden one caught Mattheo’s eye. It was engraved with y/n’s favorite flower, and it was just the perfect gift to give to the girl. 

“Psst, Theo,” the brunette hissed, looking around to make sure no one else was within ear shot. Theo turned around, an eyebrow raised. He hummed inquisitively. “You think we can give this to Y/n? She would like this, right?” Mattheo asked, passing the trinket. “You’re better at all the sentimental stuff than me.”

Theo inspected the ornament, nodding. “I think she would. Good find.” He nudged the brunette’s shoulder before waving a house elf over. 

The elf assured the two boys that they never use the ornament anyways, and so Theo shoved it in his pocket. “I’ll go put this in our dorm. We’re almost done here anyway, so you guys shouldn’t miss me much. If Y/n asks, just tell her that I’ll see her at dinner, yeah?” 

Mattheo noded, and the rest of the time spent decorating flew by. He ended up regretting his decision to help, solely because he didn’t get many chances to be with Y/n. He figured the elves must’ve loved torturing him.

By the time Mattheo got back to his dorm, Theo was pacing around. The Italian had the wooden trinket in his hand, holding it in a vice-like grip. 

“You good?” Mattheo asked him, to which Theo responded, “Yeah. Fine. Just jittery. Where's Y/n?”

The brunette gave him a questioning look, but responded nonetheless. “Don’t know for sure, but I would assume her dorm. She said she was tired when we left.” Theo nodded in response, and set the ornament he was holding down, quickly racing out of the shared space. He looked jittery and oddly excited, uncharacteristic of the Italian. 

However, Mattheo decided to shrug it off. He picked up the trinket, turning it over in his hands to examine it. This compulsive curiosity began to morph into a full-blown exploration, his mind focused on the girl this gift was meant for. Suddenly, an abrupt wave of confidence washed over him, making him feel unusually warm and tingly. 

He set the bauble down, eyes flitting toward the door. Maybe he would go and talk to Y/n too, just to have a little chat. Or better yet, he could admit how he feels. He’s had a thing for her for forever, his mind never failing to wander to more romantic places when in her presence. 

His feet moved on his own, carrying him through the castle and to her dorm; and before he knew it, his fist was knocking on her door. It swung open, and he was greeted by a fond smile spreading on her lips when she saw him. He stepped inside, and wasn’t surprised when he saw Theo standing in the room as well.

“Are you here for what I think you are?” Mattheo asked the other boy, to which Theo nodded. “Mhm. I just told her I love her.” 

The other boy’s bluntness surprised Mattheo a bit, since indelicate and direct comments were usually the brunette’s forte. It must just be an odd day. 

“Well,” Mattheo gently took Y/n’s hand, getting her attention, “I feel the same way about you that Theo does. I love you, darling. You’ve been such a bright light in my life.”

Her eyes went wide with surprise, and she went still. Mouth floundering a bit, the girl struggled to form a response. The boys noticed and chuckled, Theo reassuring her. “I'm not sure about Mattheo, but I know I’m not going to make you choose. I just want a chance.” 

Mattheo nodded in agreement. “God no, I wouldn’t dream of putting you through that stress.” Y/n relaxed a bit at that comment, but she was still a bit weary, due to their odd and overly impulsive behavior. 

“You guys are always a bit reckless, Mattheo especially.” She gives him a little nudge. “But what’s up with you two?” 

They both shrug. “Dunno. Just got you this present, which made me think about you a ton. I guess thinking about you so much made me want to tell you?” Theo guesses. “I felt the same way. Hey- did you get that weird rush when you held it too?” Mattheo queried, now invested. 

“Weird rush? What, was it laced with liquid luck?” Y/n asks with a laugh, albeit a slightly apprehensive one. Her comment earned shocked looks from the boys, quickly followed by laughter. 

“That’s it! I didn’t think much of the weird giddiness, though I should have,” Theo said between laughs.

“Nor of the sudden rush of confidence,” Mattheo agrees, his shoulders shaking with amusement. “We should get her a new gift, huh?” 

Theo nodded in agreement, and the group laughed about it for a while. The boys certainly didn’t hear the end of their accidental potion mishap for quite some time, Y/n teasing them about it relentlessly.

Thank you all for your patience while I've been sick! I'm not too happy with this, but I needed to get it out lollll <3

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© riddleshire 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.

theo with a breeding kink who just wants to get y/n pregnant, he will literally do them for hours just to make sure the chances of them getting pregnant are high. this w maybe some spanking and mommy/daddy kink

Anon holy fuckkkkkk the fact this is one of my biggest kinks LMAO, alright let’s get into itttttt

Breed Me

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is so determined to breed you that he goes all night long

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, modern au, chars 18+, bf!theo, boyfriend!theo, PIV, rough sex, doggy, creampie(s), breeding kink, impregnation, spanking, rough sex, dirty talk, degrading, daddy kink, dom&sub, Theo filling us the fuck up

Two hours, two fucking hours later and so many creampies you had both lost count, your body and mind were in a haze. —Swat swat swat!— Theo’s heavy hand landed across your already welted ass cheek.

“Fuck! Yes, daddy—“ Crying out in sheer pleasure, your body was a mess. A mess made by Theodore Nott. And fuck— Did he absolutely adore the mess of you. “That’s right, does my little cumslut wanna be filled up again, hm?”

Pounding into you at great force, you perked your ass higher for your boyfriend. Your knees shaky against the dampened bedsheets. “Y-yes, p-please give me that cum, daddy!”

Little did you know, besides the crazy breeding kink you both had, Theo was hoping for one thing tonight. Getting you pregnant. It wasn’t that you were against it either. “Cazzo- I bet you feel so full, don't you? So full of my cock and cum?”

Through your whimpers, you could feel him drilling into your cum soaked pussy even harder than before. His previous seed spilling out from each thrust, His cock twitching between your stretched-out walls. “Mmhmmmm- Gods— I love it! I love it- fuck!- so…so much!”

Your whimpers, moans, everything was almost too much for your boyfriend. Ramming into you even harder, He smacked across your ass once again. “Gonna fill you the fuck up- Breed you, Cara— Fuck!-“ His toned body jerked, feeling the warmness of his hot sticky cum shoot along your cervix.

But Theo didn’t stop- Oh no. You both were riding out the high of unprotected messy sex together. The entire night he fucked you, destroyed you, filled you the fuck up. Switching you in every position known to man. Breeding you until the chances of pregnancy were so high, it had to happen.

AHHHHH I had sm fun writing this Drabble! I’m a slut for breeding hehehe

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Santa’s Little Tease

12 Days of Dickmas - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Roleplaying in the new lingerie your boyfriend got you certainly gets spicy👀

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, modern au, dom!theo, bf!theo, dombf!theo, rough sex, anal, slight roleplaying, lingerie, clit stim, slight spitting, spanking, degrading, dirty talk, dom&sub

—Smack smack smack!- The sound of Theo’s heavy palm swatting across your ass echoed around the room. Feeling the burn spread across your cheeks.

Meanwhile, Theo was balls deep inside of your ass. Your bright red and green lace elf lingerie rode up your back as he mercilessly plowed deep inside of you.

Feeling the way your knuckles already started to turn white from gripping the bedsheets so fucking hard. “God— I love fucking your tight little hole-“

Theo physically spat down onto his cock and your ass— getting it even wetter as he used you to his liking. You turned your head back to look at him.

“F-fuck! I love it when you—“

Your words got cut off as you felt Theodore snake his hand around your body, firmly pressing down on your swollen clit. The room swirled with your moans.

The way your body tensed and clenched around his length was driving your boyfriend mad— holding back his climax as much as he could. “What was that? My naughty elf seems to have lost her words hm?”

Taunting you and incorporating the little bit of roleplay from the lingerie he had bought you— You were a babbling mess of bliss. Feeling his fingers run faster on your cluster of nerves.

“I-I— just feels s-so good!”

Managing to squeak out your words, you perked your ass higher for Theodore. Anal was something you both loved and did quite often. Being something of a kink for both of you.

Another loud and hard smack landed on your already reddened ass cheek. Wincing from the pain he railed inside of you even harder. “So good hm, Tesoro?— Dirty fuckin’ girl.”

An orgasm was approaching you— and quickly at that. The mix of anal, clit stimulation, and Theodore’s dirty talk in that thick Italian accent? Fucking Hell—

“Your dirty girl, Teddy— Fuck! Please don’t stop— Please!” You begged your boyfriend who was already drilling into you like a fucking jackhammer. “Stop?— Cazzo- I wouldn’t even think of stopping…Gonna cum for me, hm? Cum for me like the little anal slut you are?”

It was almost too overstimulating— In the best way possible. “Y-yes! Yes— Fuck I’m gonna—“ Your moans turned to screams as you felt yourself hit a very intense and pleasurable orgasm.

Your body convulsed from the euphoria that streamed throughout your body but Theo kept his rough pace, not even a glimmer of him stopping. Wanting you to feel nothing but pleasure throughout your entire climax.

“What’s my girl want hm?— Where do you want my cum?”

Theo asked, still not stopping, still going hard inside of you. Your mascara was practically dripping down your face by now, letting out a little groan before replying. “I- Fuck! I want it inside of me— please…pleasepleaseplease!”

Begging him like the good and obedient little sub you are, your boyfriend couldn’t help but smirk down at the marvelous view of you. “Fuck— Don’t have to tell me twice, bambina-“

Growling out his words, he pounded into you even faster. Something you weren’t even sure was humanly possible. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head while you felt your body go spiritual in a sense.

“Gonna fill up that perfect little hole of yours— my little anal slut- fuck— I’m gonna fill you up, Tesoro— Cazzo-“

On the 10th day of Dickmas we get…Anal, just…Anal hehehe👀🎁

Hope my bbys enjoyed! Thank you for being patient during the holidays and since I’m on vacation!

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side, allowing him better access to your neck. His breath ghosts over your cheek as he leans in, placing a kiss on your delicate skin before his fangs graze over his favourite spot on your neck, slowly piercing through your flesh.

i was already wet, like GENUINELY

soft moans and gasps spilling over your lips, swallowing as a dark red drop of blood leaks from the corner of his mouth.

you can’t do this to me… YOU KNOW HOW MUCH A SUCKER FOR BLOOD I AM

genuinely giggling at the smut like GTFO AND LET ME HAVE YOUR BRAIN

There's no trace of them-there never is.But as you look around you, a note placed on your nightstand catches your attention.

ok now i’m mad at you (lowkey at window waiting for them to come and ]%]%%]%]%] yk?

LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

AU | ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ!ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟꜰᴏʏ

Shared Bites.

Short Summary: Sometimes sharing your favourite meal isn’t all too bad.

Warnings: 18+ only! threesome, oral f!receiving, fingering, biting (obv), dub con if you squint, mentions of blood, slight choking

wordcount: 1,2k

Tom showing up in your dorm as the clock strikes midnight isn’t unusual. Not when the moon is at its brightest, its energy wrapping around you tighter than normal, a gentle reminder of the impending return of your favourite vampire that night.

However, what is unusual about today is that he’s brought someone with him. Not just anyone, though. It’s Draco.

Draco, who happens to be a vampire as well. Draco, who has been begging Tom to let him have a taste of your sweet, sweet blood. And Tom, who couldn’t help but look forward to sharing his favourite prey after you agreed. 

A shiver runs down your spine as they make their way towards you, their glowing, scarlet eyes burning through the darkness of the night, practically pinning you in place. Before you realize it, you’re pressed against a nearby wall, Tom’s lips crashing onto yours while Draco’s skilled fingers work your skirt’s zipper, soon letting the fabric drop to the cold marble floor.

“Fuck, she is gorgeous,” he murmurs, palms trailing up and down your thighs, urging you to part your legs for him. Only then does he rid you of the last piece of fabric on your lower body—your lace panties, leaving them to pool at your ankles before his thumb finds your clit, rubbing soft circles over the sensitive bud.

The brunette watches the both of you intently, and though he would never admit it—a slight pang of jealousy hits him as he sees how eagerly you lean into Draco’s touch.

“Ready?” Tom whispers, one of his hands gently tilting your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. His breath ghosts over your cheek as he leans in, placing a kiss on your delicate skin before his fangs graze over his favourite spot on your neck, slowly piercing through your flesh.

A familiar euphoria spreads through your body as he starts feasting on your blood, muffled groans and soft sucking noises coming from the brunette. Drops spill down your neck, tainting your blouse with the red liquid.

You don’t complain—not now, when you feel everything so intensely, the slight sting of Tom’s bite with Draco’s fingers buried inside of you ridding you of any sanity you had left.

Tom pulls back slowly, fangs retracting from your neck when he hears soft moans and gasps spilling over your lips, swallowing as a dark red drop of blood leaks from the corner of his mouth.

“Are we making you feel that good, darling?” He purrs, his face inching closer to yours before he presses a soft kiss to your slightly parted mouth, the metallic taste of your blood on his lips flooding your senses.

A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes in your state, eyes closed and brows furrowed, your mind too hazy to form coherent words. The pad of his thumb softly swipes over your now crimson-painted lips, admiring how pretty you look with your own blood staining your perfect skin.

“Sweetheart. Answer me.” The brunette drawls, head dipping down again, tongue trailing along the fresh wound on your tender neck to gather any spilled blood.

“Yes, Tom— fuck—“ you manage, eyes fluttering open as you feel the knot in your stomach winding tighter with each passing second, your legs trembling as the man between them finds that one perfect, sensitive spot inside of you with the pad of his fingers.

“Oh- oh God, Draco—“

You feel the blonde hum in recognition, and just like on command, his fingers curl, lips wrapping tighter around your swollen clit, sucking softly on the sensitive bud. Your vision grows cloudy with stars, and you are right there, right at the edge, ready to let the built-up pressure in your lower stomach explode into fireworks of ecstasy.

But just as you are about to tumble over the edge, he pulls away.

You want to complain, tell him to get his head back to where it was. However, when you open your mouth, the only sound you manage is a sharp hiss as his pointed teeth pierce the soft skin of your inner thighs, his cold, strong hands keeping your legs from closing.

A smirk tugs at the corner of Tom’s lips as he takes in your expression. So beautiful, he thinks. So helpless, yet so eager to let both of them have their fair share of you. And you would get your reward—but you are still his after all, and the only way you get to come is on his mouth, his fingers, his cock.

With that thought, his lips meet yours for a hungry kiss once more, hand softly wrapping around your throat, thumb caressing over your pulse point. You are out of breath as you break apart, watching him drop to his knees in front of you, switching positions with the blonde.

“N-No more,” you whimper, trying to steady yourself on the wall, Draco’s laboured breath hot on the tender skin of your neck as his head dips down, sharp teeth grazing over your crimson-coloured skin.

Tom nudges your legs further apart, inhaling sharply as his gaze locks onto your glistening folds right in front of him. “Yet,” he starts, his thumb swiping through your slit, coating himself in your arousal, “look at how eager you are for us.” 

“It’s only fair—“ he purrs, one finger slipping inside of you, then a second, stretching you perfectly, fingertips finding your weak spot without even trying. “If we get our share, don’t you think, darling?”

Your mind is beyond hazy at this point, dizzy as your body reacts to the blood loss, dizzy with the need to come. 

Fuck it.

“Yes— God, Tom— have me.”

It’s not only a simple answer—it’s a plea. And just as the words leave your lips, Draco sinks his fangs into your neck with a low growl, the brunette in front of you flicking his tongue over your clit. Heaven or damnation—you don’t quite know which is closer. However, with the way both of them work your body—you practically see the gates to paradise opening right before your eyes.

Naturally, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build once more, and Tom notices, obviously. The way you squeeze tighter around him, walls fluttering in anticipation and lips slightly parted, he sucks on your puffy bud, just the way he knows you like it—slowly.

Your ears ring, thighs trembling as fireworks set off behind your eyes, your vision fading into a blur as the brunette works you through your orgasm, loving the way your cunt clamps down on him as you come. How next time he would have you all for himself again.

“Were so good for us.” is the last thing you hear coming from the blonde before your eyes flutter close, Tom’s arms wrapping around your waist before your knees give in, fainting in his embrace.

By the time you wake, it’s morning, and you are tucked under your sheets, weak sun rays warming your skin. There’s no trace of them—there never is. But as you look around you, a note placed on your nightstand catches your attention.

And then you see it—your thighs are covered in bite marks.

Especially around the area Draco left his.

A/N: I am getting started on the full fic now. I promise😭