#theodore decker

Back to roots (this is my first film with Finn wolfhard))

And some sketches:3

CONTENT : 18+ content, ANGST (sorta), SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v.

SUMMARY : when late night assignments turns into angry fucking..

A/N :: twisted my ankle and i’m mad so y'all receiving my anger too!

“Que cazzo— what the fuck is going through that small head of yours?” Theodore yells, pressuring you into backing up against the wall, hands flying all over the place corresponding with his attempt to show his seriousness.

You stare at him, dumbfounded, almost offended he has the audacity to scream at you like this. Hands placed on his hard chest, immediately trying to push him away yet proving futile. 

Your brows tightly knit, feet aggressively tapping on the cold floor. “Of course someone as daft as yourself wouldn’t know.” You bite back, clearly trying to hit every nerve you’re getting on with a cruel punch.

He pauses. His gaze lingering on you for a fraction of a second, almost long enough to reveal the sting he felt from you implying he’s beneath you. Yet the anger immediately returns when you taunt him with that irritating smile of yours.

“It’s already punishing enough I have to deal with you on this assignment. But Merlin, you’re just a nuisance, aren’t you?” He snaps in response, calloused hands grabbing at your shoulders, shaking them once furiously, fingers digging into you.

You wince ever so slightly, finally pushing him away before storming out of the classroom, stomping your way to your common room.

Theo paces behind you, calling out your name as he begins to catch up, already mumbling curses under his breath he’s sure you’ve heard.

By the time you realise where you are, your dorm door shuts behind you. Theo’s essence cloaks over you like an unknown entity. Goosebumps creep up on your skin as the hairs stand up.

You turn around, walking towards him while clenching your hands into fists. “You are the most sufferable person I’ve met. Instead of being an envious, insecure loser, you could try and learn from me for once.” You sneer, hands unclenching yet landing on your hips.

He glares at you for a moment, his demeanour unreadable. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He replies in a low tone, “I am equally capable, if not more.” He states, making his way to your bed before sitting on the edge, the soft mattress dipping beneath him.

A long period of silence fills the atmosphere, almost unbearable. Sounds of the heavy gust and rustling leaves being the only form of sound to be heard.

The persisting floral notes of jasmine cloud Theo’s senses, hints of gooseberry making their entrance as a reminder of who’s room he’s in. It mocks him, criticises him for ending up in your room.

“Who would fuck you unconscious?” you utter, arms crossing as you look away, bitterly avoiding his regard. However, the awkward taps of your finger betray your unconcerned act.

He leers at you, unable to fathom a universe where you have the courage to even stand up to him, let alone call him unfuckable, no, aggravating.

Theo’s hands instantly reach out for you, grabbing onto your waist before pulling you down onto his lap, the contact sending jolts through your body as you squirm.

“Sit here and i’ll show you who’d fuck me.” He  confirms, hands running up and down your body, deep blue eyes darkening into yours. Thick brows slowly releasing the tension of them furrowing.

Theo’s lips crash onto yours, like he’s been waiting a lifetime to feel you. Practically needy from the way his nose clashes with yours, tongue only delving further into yours. Moving at a rhythm that leaves you stunned.

He impatiently takes off your robe, revealing your pink-laced bra, his lips slightly curve upwards. Besides being vexing, you had exquisite taste.

You whimper, trying to cover your mouth but being stopped by Theodore’s firm grip. He needed to hear every fucking sound you made to keep him sane, to know he can shut that running mouth of yours even when you babble on about doing better than him at every subject.

He fondles your bare breast, pinching at the nipple as retribution for driving him insane all these years. “Not so talkative now…” he trails off, “i’ll make you feel good, tesoro, don’t worry.” He promises, whispering into your ear, hot breath warming your cold ears.

You ride back and forth on his laps, chasing any sort of friction you can get. You were a virgin, this was only natural of you to do after fantasising about being folded over like a pretzel for ages.

But you hadn’t expected it to be from Theodore Nott, your academic rival. The one guy you could not tolerate in a pool of seemingly more tolerable people.

Your thoughts are interrupted from Theodore’s groans. He commands you to arch doggy style, gaping at the sight of your pretty cunt spread out.

He lines up his blushed tip with your entrance, inserting it in, a low grumble escaping him. god he would need to wash his mouth out with soap after this.

You cry from pain and pleasure, the feeling of your hole being filled with his length only arousing you more. “Nngh— ah fuck, I’m— s’ too much!” Your eyes shut as your wet lashes flutter. Tears trickling down your rosy cheeks.

He chuckles in response, the satisfaction of you crumbling beneath him hardening his rock-hard cock more. He can tell you’re embarrassed, the shameful resistance in your cries makes it clear as day.

He dips his head back, letting himself enjoy being inside of you. “So good for me, principessa…” he whispers to himself, pounding into you rougher each time, reaching your sweet spot and promptly hitting it over and over again, earning deafening moans from you.

A heat puddles in your belly, you can feel yourself about to burst, your hands clutch your freshly washed sheets tighter. The loose strands of hair from your almost undone braid sticking to your forehead as you listen to his grunts and moans. 

You finally release, milky digits coating his member as he shoots his own into your hole, mixing itself with yours, filling your hole to the brim. The excess flowing out in a steady line.

He wipes his bud, tucking his length back into his trousers before bringing it all together with his belt. He brings you a glass of water right after, helping you sip the cup.

“I’m not heartless, love. Have something to eat later.” He mutters, still new to the whole aspect of having to be nice to you. He’s trying.

You scoff in return, drinking the water as you sit up, trying to locate your clothes with your blurry eyes as you watch him fall into your bed with a soft ‘oomph’

April 3rd: Rarepair/Crackship or Underrated Dynamic

im prbly gonna get crucified for this one

I actually dig romantic madwheeler but in like a bi4bi toxic yuri tgirl!Mike x Max type of way

07/02/26

None of us ever find enough kindness in the world, do we?

bor eo 🤤

they stink so bad I’m going to nuke them

extra trad. doodles vvv