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lov3notts-recs · 1 day ago

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"Besides," you continued, finishing up your soup, "we've been holding hands for, like, the past fifteen minutes."

how did this even happen, it’s so cute 😩

"I don't even have a camera or anything." "But I do. Smile."

Theo was blinded by a flash from Mattheo's camera from behind you.

he so quick with it 😭

Theo stopped. The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks.

"WAIT - talk - coffee - yes, Y/N, YE-"

sometimes he really is dense, but that just makes him even more attractive

fml (a Manchild by Sabrina Carpenter inspired fic)

you rope theo into going to a party with you and accidentally fall for his juvenile mannerisms (theo nott x ravenclaw!reader)

a/n - decided to polish this up and publish it in honour of the man's best friend announcement!! I know how controversial the title and cover art has been but i have Thoughts about it if anyone wants to hear them/discuss hehe (I rlly need to stop using this as my sabrina sideblog help) also lets pretend u can actually see shit from alllll the way up in the Ravenclaw towers and the 'decent' joke is (quite obviously) plagiarised from tumblr I think, I did not come up with that lmao

tropes/warnings - fluff, comedy, technicallyyy fake dating? but it's not the focus here

word count - 3.7k

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Theo pushed his hair off his clammy forehead for the hundredth time that morning. He was long overdue for a haircut he kept forgetting about except on mornings like these, when his overly long fringe kept falling in his eyes during the laps he ran with the rest of the Quidditch team around the perimeter of the pitch. It was barely 9 am when most students were still enjoying breakfast. It was far too early for him to already be sweating buckets.

Theo slowed to a stop, pushing his hair back once again as he seriously considered ripping it from his skull. He scanned the pitch. It was barely 9 am, and he could hear the usual faint murmur of students having breakfast in the Great Hall. There was a diffused quality to the light of the cloudy day and the grass was still damp with morning dew. It was peaceful. Typical. Calm.

And yet.

Theo looked around, an uneasy feeling in his gut. Something felt...off. He gently rolled out the ankle he had strained last week, starining his ears. It felt fine. It didn't even ache from the humidity of the morning. He watched his teammates jogging along the other side of the field. The pitch was quiet, but no quieter than it usually was. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, the way they did in Quidditch games when he would sense rather than see a Bludger coming his way.

Mattheo jogged past, pausing briefly.

"Ankle?" he asked breathlessly.

Theo shook his head mutely, still thinking hard to the sound of Mattheo's panting as he caught his breath. Just as he gave up on figuring out the strange feeling, he noticed Mattheo frowning at something over his shoulder.

Theo was beginning to hear a set of quick, light footsteps distinct from the rest of the team's sluggish yet relentless footfalls. He turned and immediately got barrelled over by a blur of white and navy blue, knocked flat on his back with a tongue stuck down his throat.

Blinding sunlight rushed in as the figure pulled away. Dazed, Theo was distantly aware of Mattheo gawking at the sight while someone told him off in a waspish tone. He regained his wits just as Mattheo jogged off, sniggering under his breath. Tentatively, he turned his sight to the Ravenclaw girl peering down at him.

"If anyone asks, we were celebrating our 1-month anniversary last night."

Theo shut his eyes briefly, willing himself not to pass out. There was an awful ringing echoing in his skull. Was this what a concussion felt like? And what was that about a one-month -

His eyes popped open despite the searing pain. "Month?"

The girl gave him an impatient look. "Yes. As far as anyone is concerned, we've been dating for the past month."

Theo gaped at you. He had to be hallucinating. How much pain medication did he take last night?

"We have?"

Her lips thinned into a line.

"I can't tell if you're being purposefully dense," she muttered, sitting back on her heels. Theo propped himself up on skinned elbows.

"You, and I," her silhouette repeated, stabbing a finger between the two of you, "one month."

Theo squinted up at her through the sunlight she wasn't blocking. "W-"

"One. Month." she repeated firmly as she stood, brushing imaginary dirt off her pants. She scanned the pitch casually, appraising the rest of the team with a mildly critical look.

"That is all. Enjoy your laps."

Theo watched her walk off back to the castle, befuddled.

After feeding Madam Pomfrey some fib about running laps the wrong way, Theo had his elbows bandaged up. He was barely in time for Ancient Runes and was too restless to pay attention. By the time class finished, all Theo wanted was to tuck into a warm, comforting lunch, even if it was a little early.

He walked into the Great Hall and there you were, like a bad penny, already halfway through a bowl of soup at the Ravenclaw table.

He visibly winced. You had the gall to look cluelessly concerned.

"Merlin, what happened to your elbows?"

Theo just about had an aneurysm.

"You," he forced out through clenched teeth. "You happened."

You looked genuinely surprised.

"Don't tell me you're still upset about this morning?" When Theo remained stony-faced, you rolled your eyes, turning back to your lunch. "God, that was so three hours ago."

Theo stared at you, speechless.

"Don't you think you owe me some kind of explanation?"

You glanced at your watch impatiently. "Fine. I've got 20 minutes before Transfiguration anyway. Sit down."

He didn't. You cleared your throat anyway.

"So, I have this stupid roommate who will not get off my back about bringing someone to this 80s-themed party her cousin's hosting at Hogsmeade this weekend, because she's convinced I'm still hung up on my ex from 5 months ago."

You didn't sound like you were going to be done anytime soon. Theo reluctantly slid into the seat opposite yours.

"Are you still hung up on your - ?"

You nodded, waving a hand carelessly. "Oh, yeah, totally. The pining - it's a whole thing. Don't worry about that. Anyways, she was going at me again last night, and the only way I could get her to shut up was to say that I was bringing someone. So, obviously, she asked who, and - now this part is kind of your fault - and I looked out the window, and there you were, decked out in your Quidditch gear and whatnot, and I thought you were as good of a choice as any. So I said I was bringing you."

Theo blinked at you.

"You told your roommate you're bringing me to a party I'm only just hearing about."

"Mhm."

"And it's my fault," Theo continued tonelessly, trying to make sense of what you were saying, "for going to Quidditch practice...as part of the Quidditch team."

You shrugged. "Yeah, I 'spose. Anyway, she was like, no way, and I was like, way, and I knew she wouldn't believe me if I said we had only just started seeing each other, so I had to say it was, like, our one-month anniversary. But she was still watching me like a hawk, so I had to spend half the night outside of our room. And I think she could still tell I was lying - "

"Still? Are your lies always this elaborate?"

You looked a little embarrassed. "I might have a bit of a problem with...telling the truth, or the whole truth, sometimes." You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

"Anyway, I had to get to you before she did, but you both take Ancient Runes together on Thursday mornings, so I had to catch you before then, so..." you gestured vaguely. Theo raised his eyebrows.

"That's it? She's never seen the two of us in the same room, but my word is enough to convince her we've been dating?"

"Oh, please. She hardly sees me. I've got quite a bit on my plate."

Theo eyed your book bag, bursting at the seams with textbooks and parchment.

"I'll say. When do you even find the time to, er, pine after your ex?"

You shot him a withering look. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"

"Right now? The person who didn't tackle me at eight in the morning."

You rolled your eyes. "I can't believe you're still going on about that," you muttered. "It wasn't even eight."

You continued eating your food while Theo mulled over your story. His mind drifted to your face, to the sharp, strong cut of your nose and the plain, straightforward edge to your words. You had a bit of a problem with the truth, there was no denying that, but something about your story didn't seem fabricated or exaggerated. It was a largely unappealing scenario that would only be too easy to refute, which made it all the more convincing.

Theo tilted his head. Huh. Maybe it was the concussion talking, but you were starting to seem a little less insane. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

"Why don't you tell your stupid roommate to pi- erm, go away?"

You glared at Theo.

"Stupid Roommate is my best friend. I would kill for her."

It was like he couldn't say anything right. Theo sighed, massaging his temples.

"...okay. What's stopping me from telling her I don't know you?"

You put on a pained look.

"Babe. You can't be saying those things about your one-month girlfriend."

"You're not my - "

"Besides," you continued, finishing up your soup, "we've been holding hands for, like, the past fifteen minutes."

Theo glanced around at the students filing into the Great Hall for lunch, some of whom were eyeing your clasped hands with interest. He yanked his hand away.

"So good luck explaining that to...literally everyone here." You stood, gathering your things. Theo marvelled at the resilience of your book bag when it didn't split open as you pulled it up to your shoulder.

"I'm off for Transfiguration. See you Saturday at 6."

And when you bent to press a kiss to Theo's cheek, he didn't bother leaning away.

Theo was staring into a mirror, hair slick with gel, trying to fix this cowlick that kept falling right in the middle of his forehead. Around him, chaos ensued.

Enzo was studying a retro muggle video game for his Muggle Studies project and, naturally, Mattheo had to screw with him as much as he could. All the while, Blaise was yelling at them to take their scuffle elsewhere, telling them off for crumpling the plastic sheaves of his good binder. Somewhere in the background, there was a knocking sound. Did ankle sprains cause tinnitus?

Empty weekends like these were always rough, but they were especially so when all four of the boys were cooped up together. The air outside was heavy and sticky with the week-long drizzle that refused to let up, making the walk to Hogsmeade downright unbearable.

Theo shook his head, separating his curls. The knocking got louder. It was definitely real, presumably by someone coming to tell them to keep it down. The cowlick fell stubbornly against his forehead once again. From outside the bathroom, there was a violent crash.

That was it. After multiple warnings and 'don't make me come over there's, Theo had finally reached the end of his fuse. He stepped out of the bathroom.

"Oi! Cut it out, all of you. Mattheo, give Enzo his game back. Enzo, go sit in the corner 'til you've calmed down. Blaise, get over yourself and get a new binder."

The thudding on the door increased in volume.

"And somebody get the fucking door!"

Theo retreated back into the bathroom. The noise immediately ceased. He sighed in relief. Finally, some peace and quiet.

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

"Theo, someone's here for you."

Theo fiddled with his hair, only half-listening. "Tell them to go away."

"It's a girl."

"Tell her to go away."

"Are you decent?"

Theo looked up at the sound of the striking voice. He had only heard it a couple of times, and never before this week, but it had the kind of piercing quality that made it stand out in a crowd. He glanced at the clock. You were 15 minutes early.

And too impatient to wait for a reply, apparently. The door swung open to reveal you, dressed in frills and ribbons with gigantic hair, carefully shielding your eyes, next to a shit-eating-grin-wearing Mattheo.

"Is he decent?" you asked Mattheo.

"Morally? Debatable. But he has pants on if that's what you're asking."

You dropped your hand. Your eyes swept his outfit. You didn't look too pleased.

"You're not even dressed yet?"

Theo looked down and scanned the very outfit you were eyeing disapprovingly.

"This is what I'm wearing."

He looked up and caught a glimpse of your face.

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

You looked visibly aggrieved by his fashion choice.

"It's so...boring. I said '80s' and you thought black shirt, black jeans?"

"What's wrong with a black shirt, black jeans?"

"Nothing. Unless you're going to an 80s-themed party."

You stepped away from the bathroom's threshold while Theo frowned over what he had thought was a simple, perfectly acceptable outfit.

"This was the best I could come up w - yeah, sure. Go ahead. Go through my clothes. Turn my wardrobe upside down. Go right ahead. It's not like this is my room. Or my clothes. Merlin forbid I claim an inch of this space as m- "

"Are you done?" You asked, extricating yourself from the recesses of Theo's wardrobe. He couldn't tell if your hair looked more or less frizzy. You held out a frilly, powder blue suit Mattheo had bought him as a gag gift for his seventeenth birthday.

"No."

"Just try it on!"

"Absolutely not."

"Come on, please? I probably won't even like the look of it."

"Brilliant. Then what I'm wearing is perfect."

You gave him a look. "But I have to make sure that I won't like it."

Between his roommates and you, Theo's resolve was worn out. Grudgingly, he changed into the suit. If anything, his cowlick made him look even more stupid in this get-up.

"You look so much better," you chirped happily, approvingly examining the patterned insides of the jacket's pockets. "Don't you think?"

Theo narrowed his eyes at your too-innocent smile.

"I think," he said, "you're wasted in Ravenclaw."

"It's just one night, Theo," you continued, like you hadn't heard him. "I don't even have a camera or anything."

"But I do. Smile."

Theo was blinded by a flash from Mattheo's camera from behind you. He scowled at Mattheo, who was too busy pulling out the printed polaroid. He eyed it with satisfaction as it began to develop. "I always knew this day would come," he murmured.

Meanwhile, you doubled your wheedling efforts.

"Please? For me? The girl who knocked you down in front of all of your teammates and won't hesitate to do it again?"

Theo glared at you. "You're not helping your case, you know."

But you must have been doing something right, because five minutes later, he was waving goodbye to his roommates in the powder blue suit. The two of you walked up to the castle's gates into the Muggle car Theo had rented for the evening. As Theo turned the key in the ignition, adjusting his mirrors and seat, you reached over to fix his hair.

"Don't touch my - " Theo swatted your hand away, warily checking his reflection in the rearview mirror. Shockingly, his cowlick was gone. His hair was exactly how he wanted it.

"Long hair suits you. Did you know that?" you said, following his gaze into the mirror, in that assertive, know-it-all tone of yours, like it was a universally agreed-upon fact that Theo looked good with long hair. Grumbling, Theo shifted the gearstick into drive, turning down the road to Hogsmeade.

"Can I try?" you asked for the sixth time, perched on the boot of the Cadillac convertible. Theo pushed his fringe out of his eyes, feeling the back of his neck grow moist.

"I've almost got it," he replied from somewhere underneath the hood for the sixth time.

You rolled your eyes, fanning yourself with a magazine you had found in the backseat. Halfway to Hogsmeade, the car decided to sputter and choke to a stop. What Theo had initially diagnosed as a five-minute problem had grown into a twenty-minute problem and showed no sign of ending.

“I thought you said it was the carburettor,” you called out, already feeling sluggish in the heat of the setting sun.

“I said I think it’s the carburettor.”

You rolled your eyes.

There was a loud clang, a muffled curse, and an alarming hissing sound. Sighing, you abandoned your magazine and hopped off the boot. You came around the hood to see Theo shaking out his hand, like he had been burned, swearing colourfully under his breath.

While he had the sense to leave his jacket in the car, the front of his shirt was splattered with windshield wiper fluid. A rogue curl had escaped and was now sticking to his forehead. His collar had wilted in the heat, and half of his sleeves were probably crumpled beyond help from where they had been folded to his elbow.

And yet, infuriatingly, he still managed to look good. Good in that maddening, ravenous way where you couldn't decide if you wanted to ditch him on the side of the road or climb him like a tree.

Theo tapped at a knob tentatively with his wrench, dropping it when the knob sparked. You had to physically shut your eyes. He was so pathetic, so hot.

“I'm pretty sure I’ve isolated the issue,” Theo was saying, wiping his hands on a cloth. “Definitely a leak of the, erm, braking fluid.”

You fixed Theo with a look. You narrowed his eyes at him.

“You made that up just now.”

“Did not,” he replied, a little too fast.

“Did so.”

Theo frowned, squinting into the hood. “Just five more minutes,” he mumbled, picking up his wrench again.

You muttered something rude under your breath and pushed him out of the way gently, not that he resisted much. You pushed back your hair and studied the interior of the hood.

"See?" came Theo's slightly whiny voice from somewhere cooler. "There's too many fiddly things, it's impossib-"

You pulled out your wand. After a little trial and error, a few whispered spells, the engine gave a healthy sputter and purred back to life.

You stepped back and closed the hood. Theo blinked.

“Huh.”

“Huh,” you repeated mockingly.

You examined your watch and hurried back to the passenger seat. "Now let's get going before it gets too dark."

"Yes, ma'am," Theo said, climbing into the driver's seat.

You flicked his ear in response. You could see the smile biting into his cheek as he checked his mirrors, not noticing that his cowlick was back with a vengeance.

You looked out the windshield, watching the trees go by as you tried to ignore how you were half in love him.

The party was more fun than you expected. And it did feel a little less lonely having someone to drive you there and back, all the while patiently taking the brunt of your teasing. Theo took you back to the castle, walked you up to your common room with surprising stamina (he didn't run all those laps for nothing, then) and bid you goodnight.

And that was the end of that.

Only, you were realising, part of you didn't want it to end. Against your will, everywhere you looked, Theo kept catching your eye - in the corridors, on the staircases, in the Great Hall, on the pitch. It was his fault, really, taking up so much space with all that height. Taking up so much of your mind with all those lazy half-smiles and crinkled eyes.

A couple of mornings later, Theo was jogging laps on the Quidditch pitch again. His grey shirt was soaked in sweat, his fringe falling into his eyes. The early morning air had that familiar crisp edge and the rhythmic murmur of his teammate's footfalls. Theo slowed to a walk, wiping his face with his shirt, when he felt it - that same pricking at the back of his neck. That same unease. He looked in the direction of the Great Hall warily.

“Stopping so soon?” you called out suddenly, from where you had been watching him in the stands.

Theo startled so hard he almost tripped.

“Fuck - how long have you been there?”

"Long enough," you replied languidly, taking in the endearing rosy flush of his cheeks. You waved Mattheo's Potions textbook in the air as Theo walked towards you.

"You can't be doing that to people with already elevated heart rates," he scolded weakly, taking the book you were holding out to him.

You grinned. “Mattheo’s. Try not to get too much sweat on it.”

Theo nodded. "Thanks. I've been needing to level my bed with something."

You swallowed the smile that threatened to break across your face. Merlin forbid he realised you found him funny. You tried to keep your tone light, casual.

“So… what’re you reading these days? Anything interesting?”

Theo looked a little lost. “Like...books?"

You held back an eye roll. “Yeah, I guess.”

"Oh. I've been re-reading Gatsby lately."

You nodded. “Classic. You should tell me about it sometime, over coffee."

Theo’s brow furrowed.

“You've never read The Great Gatsby?"

You gave Theo a dirty look, unable to maintain your polite veneer. "Of course I've read The Great Gatsby. I just wanted to hear your take on it."

Theo stared at you some more. "You want to hear...what I think, about Gatsby?"

"Yeah, sure." It was almost insulting, really, of how disbelieving he appeared of your good, perfectly innocent intentions.

“Uh… okay?” Theo said cautiously.

You stood, partly disappointed, partly peeved. “Great," you said flatly. "Good chat, then.”

You turned away and started walking back to the Great Hall, kicking yourself. How much plainer did you have to make the invitation?

Theo watched you walk off, still a little confused. He jogged back to the pitch, resuming his laps. What was all that about? You wanted to hear what he thought about Gatsby? Not much, especially in comparison to you. He'd hardly have anything to contribute to the conversation that you didn't already know. Why, the two of you would be better off talking about literally anything else.

Theo stopped. The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks.

"WAIT - talk - coffee - yes, Y/N, YE- "

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nottswitch · 5 months ago

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need us having a guy over and hooking up with him while sister’s bf!theo is there and he can hear. how would he react?

꒰ sister’s bf!theo hears you fucking his bsf mattheo ꒱

cw: 18+ mdni, voyeurism, masturbating (m), implied unprotected p in v, implied creampie, hair pulling, cursing, mentions of cheating

a/n: well hi there. we’re fucking his bsf matty here, i hope you don’t mind. i’ve been waiting to write this for so long, and finally we’re getting to it, so buckle up !!

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the sound of music coming from of your room is pretty much a habit at this point. theo isn’t surprised when he hears a faint sound of some chase atlantic song, chuckling to himself – god, you’re annoying with this band, much like his best friend, who always puts them on when he’s on aux duty. theo places his spare keys on the small vanity at the door – he’s come to wait for your sister, who had to run some errands this afternoon.

but as he walks further into the apartment, planning to make himself some coffee in the kitchen, he has to stop and listen closer. the music is suddenly not the only thing he can hear. his eyebrows knit together as he starts to distinguish… moans? he’s never heard you moaning like that before, that freely and loudly. whenever you were with him, under his mouth and fingers, your sounds were always low, stifled, always under threat of being exposed. now… you were unashamed and loud as hell.

despite himself, theo starts walking in the direction of your room. he can’t help being drawn there, and he curses quietly as he feels his cock starting to harden in his jeans – you sound that good. however, as he closes in, he hears something else, something that makes his frown deepen significantly. another set of moans and groans, male. there’s no fucking way.

surprisingly, or not, the door to your room is cracked open. of course, theo is a weak, weak man, and he has to know, has to confirm his assumptions. as he peers into the crack, he nearly chokes on air. there, on your bed, you’re in a very delicious position, ass up face down, your hands fisting the sheets as a guy pounds into you from behind, his fingers firmly digging into your hips. and not just any guy – theo’s very best friend, mattheo.

fucking chase atlantic. should’ve been a dead giveaway.

theo feels a wave of pure jealousy wash over him as he watches his friend take you in a way that theo could only dream of. he’s gonna kill him, he thinks – mattheo is fully aware of everything going on between you and theo, and still, he decided go against every single variation of bro code in existence… he almost groans aloud, having to bite his bottom lip to silence himself. the scene in front on him has no business being this hot.

without really thinking, theo unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers, his hard cock eagerly springing out and already leaking at the tip. his hand closes around the base, his breathing turning shallow as he watches mattheo grab a fistful of your hair to pull your body up against his chest.

"you feel so fucking good, baby," he hears his friend growl into your ear, thrusting deeper and eliciting a sweet, high-pitched moan out of you. theo grits his teeth as his hand starts stroking his cock, the rage he feels towards mattheo mixing with his burning arousal. precum drips down his length, his fingers smearing it all over, and he has to be slower than he wants to be in order not to give himself away by the slick sounds of him jerking off.

"my mate is a fucking idiot, missing out on all this." mattheo’s words make theo’s free hand curl into a fist, the desire to punch his friend overridden only by the pleasure he’s feeling as he starts pumping his other hand faster. he knows mattheo is right – theo has been the one refusing to fuck you so far, because apparently that would be cheating on your sister, and him dry humping you into oblivion every chance he gets isn’t. but this realization doesn’t make it easier; it makes it harder, in more ways than one.

mattheo’s pace inside of you grows quicker, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room, and at this point, the entire apartment. theo’s lips part as he watches your body move along with his friend’s thrusts, your tits bouncing up and down and making his mouth go dry. his cock twitches in his hold, and he feels his orgasm inching closer and closer with every moan you let out.

"you close, baby?" he hears mattheo’s ragged whisper, and your frantic nod is almost all it takes to bring theo over the edge. he can’t believe himself – he’s jacking off to the sight of his best friend fucking you, and he’s about to witness you cum on his dick. no wonder you will, he’s seen mattheo’s dick himself, it’s a goddamn fuck machine…

when your whole body shakes, and your voice grows hoarse from the pleasured moan you let out at your orgasm, theo can’t hold himself back – he spills into his hand, bracing himself against the wall by leaning on his forearm. the sticky mess of his cum seeping through his fingers is a shameful reminder of what has just happened – he jerked himself off watching his best mate fuck you. god, was it really worth it? the post-nut clarity is strong, and it only gets worse when he witnesses mattheo not even thinking of pulling out when he cums. this fucking bastard…

theo decides for himself right that moment that he absolutely needs to fuck you, his pride be damned – not like he has much of it left anyway. and maybe punch mattheo a couple of times.

au. more.

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lov3notts · 3 months ago

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⟡ ݁₊ .Boyfriend’s Enemy!Theo watching you makeout with Cedric

a/n: bless the anon who sent me so many ideas<3 still no smut(sorry)& a tag list for this au is now available

Navigation; m.list; r.r; bf's enemy!theo au;

He hadn't meant to stop.

He really hadn't.

Theo had just been walking through the corridor, quiet and empty at this hour, hoping to avoid people. But then he heard it-the soft sound of laughter, a low voice, a breathy sigh. And instinct made him pause, melt into shadow.

That's when he saw you.

Back arched gently against the stone wall, lips parted as Cedric pressed kisses down your neck. Your jumper was rumpled at the waist, his hands lost somewhere beneath it.

"You're so pretty like this," Cedric murmured, voice thick and low, almost reverent.

You smiled faintly, letting your fingers slide into the hair at the back of his neck as he leaned in again. His lips moved against yours, deepening the kiss with the kind of tenderness that made your heart clench-and your hips shift slightly beneath his touch.

“I want you, baby” he whispered, voice thick with want. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

But just as you were about to melt into the moment completely, you felt the shift in the air.

A heat. A prickle on the back of your neck.

Your eyes opened slowly, and there he was. Theodore staring right at you.

Standing just a few feet away, tucked into the shadows of the corridor, leaning against the archway like he hadn't just stumbled onto something he shouldn't be seeing.

Only... he wasn't leaving.

He was watching.

Your lips parted against Cedric's.

He didn't see him. He was too focused on you, his hand now skimming under the edge of your jumper, his thumb brushing the bare skin at your waist in that way that usually made your heart stutter. But now all you could feel was Theo's gaze. It burned hotter than Cedric's hands.

You felt frozen and electrified all at once. Heat surged through you-and not because of the boy kissing you. It was knowing that someone else, someone you shouldn't care about, was seeing all of this.

You should've pulled away. Should've felt embarrassed, even. But something in you shifted.

So you didn't stop.

You tilted your head a little, let Cedric's kisses trail down your neck. Your breath hitched, louder than it needed to be. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulled him closer, and rolling your hips up just slightly so Theo could see the way you responded.

You let your head fall back, exposing more of your neck for Cedric to kiss-and kept your eyes on Theo as you moaned

"Cedric." your boyfriends name left your soft lips, a breathy moan. Almost like a whimper.

Deliberate. You felt Cedric shudder against you. He groaned like it undid him.

But it was Theo's reaction you were waiting for.

Theo's tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, slow and sinful. His head tilted just a bit more, eyes practically glowing now in the low light.

He didn't look jealous.

He looked hungry

And the worst part?

You liked it.

Cedric whispered your name, sweet and unaware, grounding you for a second. You made a soft sound in reply, still keeping Theo in your peripheral vision.

But when you looked again-he was gone.

Vanished as silently as he'd appeared.

But your body still burned. Not from Cedric's kisses.

From Theo's eyes.

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nottsluvv · 3 months ago

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he places his hands on either side of your head and you hold his wrists tightly as he rubs the head of his cock against your clit, making you whine and moan under him. “sei pronta, bella (are you ready, beautiful)?”

theo leans down to capture your mouth with another kiss, his tongue slipping into yours as he explores your mouth. he pushes the tip of his cock into you at the same time, and you whimper into his mouth at the sudden contact.

he slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, dragging his cock against your walls before finally bottoming out, the head of his cock pushing up against your cervix. you arch your back, his name moaned out loudly as you grip his wrists tightly.

“theo!”

theo ceases his movements, letting you adjust to his size, your body writhing underneath his. you could feel him everywhere, and you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt more full.

“cazzo—so fucking tight, so fucking good f’me,” theo bites out, his head falling down, his forehead resting against yours as he groans. he starts to slowly pull out and push in, thrusting in gently, letting you feel his cock along your folds deliciously.

whimpers of his name fall from your lips as you cling to his wrists, his fingers digging into the sheets next to your head. with each slow thrust, he kisses you softly, slipping his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your pretty moans.

he continues at this pace for what seems like forever, leaving you a whining, moaning mess under him as you roll your hips against his weakly, eyes rolled back at the overstimulation. you can feel his hard cock everywhere inside you, making you feel overwhelmingly full.

theo smirks against your mouth as he feels you clench around him, and he quickens his pace, pounding into you a little harder, your tits bouncing lightly underneath him.

“does that feel good, cara mia?” he coos, smirking at the dumb face you were making, your eyes rolled partway back, your mouth open, glossy red lips parted.

you let out a strangled moan in response, making him smile at you and kiss the tip of your nose. “i know it does, principessa. look at you, taking my cock so well, hm? like you were made for it.”

his words alone make a pressure appear deep inside your core, growing with every thrust of his cock and every word he speaks. “così bagnato per me, così facile scoparti (so wet for me, so easy to fuck you),” theo mumbles between grunts as his hips snap against yours.

the only sounds in his room are his whispers and the wet noises his cock makes when he pushes deep inside of your pussy. theo drives his cock slowly into you, making sure that he feels every single inch of your pussy around him, and that you feel his cock everywhere inside of you. and you do. the pressure inside you increases significantly as he finds an angle that makes his cockhead rub right up against that spot, making you moan out unintelligibly, your whole body shaking with intense pleasure.

“‘m so close theo, so so close,” you manage to mumble out quietly, pussy clenching around his cock as he maintains that angle and continues drilling into you.

your orgasm moves through your body in waves, leaving your legs shuddering around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

theo grunts as he pulls out and pushes back in slowly, a soft squelching sound as he buries himself in you, emptying his cum deep inside your pussy. he continues his pace, speeding up with each thrust, until you’re completely overstimulated, legs shaking, tears falling from your eyes, eyelids half-closed.

“c’mon bella one more. one more for me, yeah? i know you can take it, baby. that's right, cara mia,” theo mumbles into your ear as you let out a weak yelp, creaming around his cock for the third time that night.

he pulls out all the way, leaving on the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, before bottoming out inside of you with one rock of his hips, sheathing his whole length until his cockhead rubs up against your cervix. warm strings of his cum explode inside of you as you orgasm at the same time, eyes closed as your breathing hitches.

"sei così carina, tesoro (you’re so pretty, baby)," theo murmurs into your ear as he rocks his hips against you, making sure all his cum stays in, his voice barely above a whisper, "non ti meriti niente di male (i’m not letting anything bad happen to you)."

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lov3notts-recs · 1 day ago

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“wrong person” but baby i’m the right one😩

you looked down, seeing his cock in hand. Stroking fast. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth, tugging back a groan he so desperately wanted to let out.

And with that stupid comment and a wink, he left, leaving you with his cum glistening all over your face.

WHERE YOU GOING THEO??? WE AREN’T DONE HERE

“Accidental” dick pic

summary: an “accident” turns into more

warning: not proof read, NSFW, mdni, piss kink, bj, sexual references, nudes

pairing: brothersbsf!theodorenott x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

a/n: supposed to be working on a part two to another fic but….enjoy!

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Theo was off limits. Completely and utterly forbidden. Why? Because he was your brothers best friend. The brother? Mattheo.

However, that never stopped you two from flirting. Theo’s favorite way to get under your skin was his pet names for you. Pretty girl, Mi amor, Tesoro, the list went on. But those were his favorites.

Mattheo and Theodore were best friends, practically brothers. You knew Theo from birth to now. It was an understatement to say that Theo came over a lot. He practically lived in your house. You never really questioned it though, considering you knew how horrible his father treated him. Besides, your parents acted like you and Mattheo didn’t exist. So what was the harm in having friends over constantly?

Speaking of having friends over, your best friend, Daphne Greengrass was over tonight. You both decided to watch a muggle film in the living room while gossiping.

Theo had already been at the house all day with Mattheo, hanging out in his room. After a few hours you simply forgot that he was there. You hadn’t seen him leave mattheos room so he didn’t really cross your mind.

Daphne had finally arrived, the living room was already set up for her and you both. Blankets, pillows, snacks. The essentials. She got to choose the movie this time considering that last time you got to choose. It was an unspoken decision that you two would switch turns seamlessly.

She chose some romantic film that disinterested you. The title of the fill was something cheesy. What was it? Me and you? You couldn’t remember. She seemed so pulled in by the plot. Nearly on the edge of her seat, so tuned in by the almost nauseating scenes.

You had been scrolling through your phone, not thinking much of it until a notification popped up.

‘Dumbass’ sent you a picture

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered what you put as Theos contact name. He had pissed you off and you wanted to retaliate. After that, it simply stuck.

You clicked on the notification and opened it, eyes widened as far as they could go.

Sitting on your phone was Theodore Notts dick pic.

You had flirted sure, but never sexted Theo!

As soon as your fingers started to type out multiple question marks, he sent another text.

Sorry, wrong person.

Your brows furrowed faintly, wrong person? You knew he didn’t have the courage to talk to girls unless they approached him. Did he have a new chick? Merlin, you hoped not. It was nice being the only girl he talked to.

You were speechless, couldn’t help but stare at the picture. Bloody hell was he well endowed or whatever it’s called.

It was certainly long, but a bit on the thinner side. Whatever he lacked in girth he definitely made up for in length. The tip was a light red, a few drops of precum making it shimmer. You looked closer and noticed he was circumcised. It made you feel a bit better considering the last guy you hooked up with, you had to force him to clean out the gunk. It was extremely gross. But Theo…? He was completely shaved and it looked freshly washed. You never expected that to turn you on, but it did.

He had his hand wrapped around the bottom of his shaft, not quite squeezing. His balls weren’t visible from the angle but you could certainly imagine them. Heavy and filled with cum. He had some slight veins running through the shaft, they only served to turn you on. You only wish you could run the tip of your wet hot tongue over them until you memorized every single one.

You looked back up at the movie. It was at a scene where the brunette girl was shaving the man’s beard. You nearly gagged despite what you were just looking at.

You closed your phone and gave Daphne a soft, yet polite excuse, leaving to the restroom. You got up and walked over the bathroom and sighed when you heard the water running from the sink. You waited a moment or two until the bathroom door opened. There stood Theo, lingering over you just enough to make you have to ever so slightly look up. Your face flushed, his did too until it cracked into a smirk.

He looked…satisfied. Ugh, you could practically see what he had done in there. You arched an eyebrow. No words exchanged, the silence and facial expressions said it all. He lightly grabbed your hand and tugged you back into the bathroom. Shutting and locking the door. Smirking as he tilted his head to the side

“Couldn’t get enough? Had to come see it in person?”

You rolled your eyes as soon as you heard the words spill from his lips

“No, actually. I had to use the bathroom like a normal person. Not jerk off like you.”

He only smirked more, as if you were feeding his ego. It was like it thrived off of insults. You happened to glance down and notice that he really did thrive off insults. His bulging crotch was all the evidence you needed. Before you could comment on it, he spoke

“Ah, so the princess needed to piss? Go ahead.”

It was clear as day he didn’t plan on leaving. Your gaze hardened but you weren’t a quitter. You lifted the toilet seat, pulled your pajama pants and panties down in one go. Sitting on the seat and peed. Your eyes locked on his. You both were too stubborn to leave the bathroom now. You continued to watch his face until you saw it slightly contort into pleasure. Confused, you looked down, seeing his cock in hand. Stroking fast. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth, tugging back a groan he so desperately wanted to let out.

You had been so focused on eye contact you hadn’t noticed him pulling his dick out. You soon finished, stood up to wipe but he forced you back onto the toilet. Smirking down at you as he spoke.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Finish what you started?”

You nearly scoffed at that. You wanted to push him away and tell him how he started it. However, despite it all, you couldn’t deny the wetness dripping from you, and not from your piss.

Before you could say anything, his thumb opened your mouth and swiftly shoved your mouth full of him. He groaned quietly at the feeling of your wet mouth wrapped around him. Your hands immediately found his thighs in a desperate attempt to try to stop the gagging on him. He was definitely lengthy. You gagged around him continuously, yet it only served to turn him on tremendously. After a few pathetic thrusts in your mouth, he pulled out, finishing all over your face as you looked up at him. Almost smiling at the feeling of his warm white liquid decorating your face.

He wiped the saliva off his now slowly softening cock, pushing it back into his boxers and smirking at you. That same stupid satisfied look on his face from earlier. You wanted to bash his face in and kiss it all over at the same time. Just as he was about to slip out, he turned back to you and spoke in a sly tone

“Not too bad, pretty. Although, you might wanna clean up before your brother sees you. Wouldn’t want him seeing how much of a slut you are for his best friend.”

And with that stupid comment and a wink, he left, leaving you with his cum glistening all over your face.

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rainynightwrites · 4 months ago

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take me as you please - t.n.

content warning: 18+ content mdni. fem!reader. oral f!receiving. anal fingering. brief mentions of sex. implied fwb. spit (one time). poorly translated italian (I'm sorry). university setting. very little plot. all characters are 20+. not proofread. ᯓᡣ𐭩

It wasn’t everyday you found yourself in Theo’s dorm— he did however, have his hands on you at least once a day. At first it was just glances from across the library, then it was small touches under the table in lab. It even progressed to quickies in the lecture hall before philosophy. You weren’t dating, just simply…blowing off steam.

This time, you weren’t even sure which of you initiated it, all you knew was that you were in Theo’s dorm, at his mercy, and by gods was that a beautiful place to be.

Theo loved the little interactions he had with you, but his favorite was getting you in his dorm, throwing you onto his bed, and either, burying his face between your thighs, or sucking and biting your nipples until you begged for release. Well, those were his favorite things until he buried his cock inside your warm, welcoming cunt. The noises he could pull from you inflated his ego more than you could ever imagine.

Today though, Theo had pressed your face into his pillows and lifted your hips until your ass was in the air. He promptly flipped your skirt up, groaning as he saw the lacy thong adorning your body. “Tryna fuckin’ kill me, I swear, tesoro.”

His touch was light, reverent, as he dipped his index finger between your skin and the lace. He pulled it back towards him every so slightly, then released the lace causing it snap against your pussy.

You turned your head to the side, resting your cheek against his pillow, straining as you tried to watch him from the corner of your eye. Theo pulled the lace down, letting it pool around your thighs, exposing your dripping cunt, and your tight hole.

Theo lowered himself until his breath was fanning over your wet heat. He didn’t hesitate to grab your hips, and pull you back against his mouth. Moaning as his tongue delved between your folds, and he began to feast on your cunt. He could do sinful things with his tongue alone.

“Theo…” You whined in response, your body igniting at his touch. Your hands grasped at the cotton sheets and your chest heaved, forcing your nipples to rub against his sheets. You fought not to push back against his face as his tongue swept over your clit.

Eventually, Theo pulled back just enough to spit on your tight ring of muscle. Your body tensing as his thumb circles over the muscle, spreading around the mixture of his saliva and your release. “Relax, bella,” His voice, smooth as satin, “Gotta stretch you out first, unless you want me to-“

“No! No.” You interrupted, knowing exactly where that statement was heading. Theo said he wanted to do anal with you, at first you weren’t sure, but you made him promise he’d take it slow. Plus, getting to feel his cock in your ass for the first time? That was enticing.

Theo huffed out a laugh and shook his head, pressing a chaste kiss to your soaked cunt, “Just relax, I promise I’m not gonna fuck your pretty little asshole tonight, tesoro,” Theo mumbled, a smug smirk forming on that handsome face.

Theo’s mouth found its way back to your cunt, his lips attaching to your clit and he sucked, hard. You bucked your hips back towards him as a moan tore from your throat. Theo took that opportunity to push his thumb past the tight ring of muscle.

He worked open your hole until he was able to push his index and middle fingers inside, and still, you were impossibly tight. Theo had sat back on his heels, using both of his hands, in both your holes. Two fingers in your ass, and three in your cunt. “Atta girl, takin’ m’fingers so well, your little asshole is gonna suck my cock right in. How ‘bout you cum f’me, yeah?”

“Yes! Yes, Theo. Fuck, I-I need to cum, please,” The words spilled effortlessly from your lips, nodding your head eagerly. Your body was drawn taught, your legs already shaking, a sheen of sweat covering your brow. The tingling in your stomach had only gotten stronger the past few minutes.

Theo only chuckled darkly at the desperation in your voice, but his fingers never stopped their devastatingly accurate assault to your holes. “Brava ragazza, piccola. Cum for me, and then, I think I will actually fuck your ass tonight. You’d let me do that, right?”

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nottslove · 2 months ago

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—SPORTS MANAGERS!MATTHEODORE X TENNIS PLAYER!READER

WARNING: 18+, forced proximity, forbidden relationships, not for minors.

—SPORTS MANAGER! MATTHEO and SPORTS MANAGER! THEO who have been enemies since they both entered their respective careers.

—SPORTS MANAGER! MATTHEO and SPORTS MANAGER! THEO who are at each other's throats constantly, trying to sabotage each other and trying to get you to sign with them.

—SPORTS MANAGER! MATTHEO and SPORTS MANAGER! THEO who are well aware of the fact that you are one of the most famous tennis players in the world, a rising star, and the benefits of being your sports manager, thus fighting for your attention, trying to convince you that the other will ruin your public image.

—SPORTS MANAGER! MATTHEO and SPORTS MANAGER! THEO who try to prevent you from signing with the other, and often try to control every single thing you do.

—SPORTS MANAGER! MATTHEO and SPORTS MANAGER! THEO who despite being two of the best managers in the country, are both only in it for the money until they somehow find themselves sexually attracted to you.

i don't know if this au makes sense to y'all, it makes sense to me... i don't know if i did a good job of trying to portray what is in my mind...

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this au is an original, please do not copy/steal/use.

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blackthunder137 · 1 year ago

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⋆.˚✮˚.⋆imagine theo asking you to ride his cock- smut

you wore a skirt and a petite tank top to one of the annual parties that the slytherins organize. when you showed all dressed up, you instantly caught theo's attention. god, he would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by just looking at you. his gaze was on you the whole time. you made your way towards your friends who were obviously drinking recklessly, and you joined them. later, when you were on the dance floor swaying to the music, you could see from the corner of your eye, theo adjusting his pants while looking at you. he had enough, his cock was nearly going to explode if he had to endure watching you dance for another hour. he stood up, walked stealthily towards the dance floor, his movement swift and precise. he grabbed your wrist and took you to his dorm. he locked the door behind him and cut straight to the chase. he grabbed your face roughly and kissed you. you couldn't so much as take a breath when he undid your dress except that little skirt of yours which he said "made you look like his whore." he finished undressing himself and made his towards his bed, afterwhich his gaze fell to your entire body, taking you in like he was going to completely devour you. he then commanded, his voice hoarse, "sit on my cock, sweetheart." after you slowly sit on his cock, adjusting yourself to his length. he would simply lay back, his hands behind his head and say "ride my cock, sweetheart." and while you're riding him, he would say things like, "so pretty, so mine.", "you wore this pretty little skirt so that you could get fucked in later, didn't you, sweetheart?", "mhmm, just like that ride my cock like a good fucking slut."

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julesinsummer · 1 year ago

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Unbelieveable! (Theodore Nott x Reader)

theo nott x fem!reader | drabble | fluff

... in which theo is distraught by the news you've given him

"you are unbelievable!"

"theo, my love, it's really not-"

"you are an evil, wretched witch!"

y/n sighed heavily and dropped the book she'd been trying to read so desperately. "honey. it's not that big of a deal."

theo shook his head and grimaced at her, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazed down upon her. "it is. it's a big deal to me and that means it's a big deal."

"just because i said i couldn't go to italy with you all summer doesn't mean i'm evil or wretched," y/n drawled, crossing one leg over the other. theo had been pouting for the last ten minutes, all due to the fact she'd informed him that his grand plan to spend all of summer break in italy with her had been immediately shot down by her parents.

theo dropped his body weight on the couch beside her, groaning as he laid his head on her shoulder dramatically. "yes it does," he mumbled, "you hate me."

y/n laughed, running a hand through his hair. "they were never going to say yes to that, babe," she informed him, watching as he seemed to curl up to her side. oh, how clingy he could be. "they said i could stay a week at a time, no more and no less."

"that's like not seeing you at all!" theo shouted out, latching his arms around y/n's waist.

"it's definitely not," she corrected, shifting around until she found a comfortable position for the both of them. "my grandparents are staying the summer with us and would absolutely disown me if they knew i was spending the entire summer with my boyfriend and not my family."

theo grunted in what seemed to be annoyance or disapproval. "they suck, then."

"they do," y/n agreed, twirling his hair between her fingers. "but they're rich and spoil me, so i must submit to their whims."

"i'm rich and i spoil you," he added miserably, "and i'm way hotter than your grandparents."

y/n recoiled a bit, snickering at theo's antics. "don't use my grandparents and hot in the same sentence," she retched internally, "and i'll do my best to come as often as i can. besides, after next year we can just move in together."

theo perked up at that, the prospect of never having a second away from y/n delighting him. "you're never allowed to leave the house. you have to stay with me all the time."

"not happening," y/n deadpanned.

"worth a shot," theo chuckled, tightening his hold on y/n's body. "can we go to bed so i can actually hold you and not get a fucking neck cramp?"

y/n laughed and nodded, moving to get up from her position on the couch, waving her wand at her book to transport it to her own bookshelf. theo followed her as she took steps away from the common room.

"i can't believe you'd still want to sleep in the same room as an evil and wretched witch like me," she joked as she opened the door to her dorm room.

theo pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "as evil and wretched as you are, you're mine and i'll always want to be with you."

y/n smiled up at him, meeting his eyes. "unbelievable."

"mine."

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motherearthlovesus · 10 months ago

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using mattheo riddle...to get back at theodore nott

parings: mattheo riddle x reader, theo nott x reader

warnings: 18+, spanking, toxicity

word count: 500

mattheo’s arm rested lazily around you as you sat perched on his lap. his free hand barely held your hip. he was talking to blaise and enzo about last weeks national quidditch match, something you couldn’t care less about. you were staring off into space when you heard the common room door open and the same time you saw enzo’s eyes light up. he never could resist adding fuel to the fire. “looks like someone stole your girl, nott” enzo called out. you casually turned your head around to see theo walking straight towards you with his jaw clenched. mattheo and theo hadn’t been on the best of terms recently, that had actually been the main appeal of using mattheo. “up.” theo demanded. “im not yours anymore theo, you can’t demand whatever you want of me” you reply smoothly. “i told you, im sorry principessa, daphne - she could never compare to you.” he squatted down so that he was looking up at you. you held his stare and repositioned yourself on matteo's lap in response. “looks like she’s chosen mate” matteo crooned. you could feel matteo harden beneath you and couldn’t help but smile. as theo stood up, now glaring down at you, you could’ve sworn he knew exactly what you were thinking. his grip, firm but not painful, swiftly pulled you off matteo's lap. matteo's gaze remained unruffled, amused by the fury that simmered beneath theo. you didn’t look back as theo dragged you away. without a word exchange the entire walk to his room, theo pulled you down the corridor and into his room and swiftly shutting the door. “hands on the edge of the bed. lift up your skirt." he demanded. you did. without hesitation. you could already feel heat radiating from between your legs. theo approached from behind, his hand connecting with your ass, hard enough to sting. "you are mine” he growled. he spanked you again, the stinging of the slap mingled with the pleasure in an addictive sensation you found yourself immediately craving more of. theo lowered your skirt back over your ass and effortlessly lifted you onto his lap. he grabbed your face with the hand that was not wrapped around your waist and new you in close. "this is the only lap you can sit on." his gaze bore deep into your eyes “do you understand cara mia?” you rotated your hips into him, a little harder than you did with matteo. “yes” you replied in barely a squeak. he grabbed both hips firmly and pressed back into you. “needy girl”. you let out a soft whimper that made theo smirk. “mattheo might’ve had his turn, but you’re exactly where you belong now—right here with me.”

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nottsangel · 2 months ago

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love island!theo desperately craved some privacy with you, which was nearly impossible with the cameras rolling at all times. that’s why he decided to drag you out of the villa in the middle of the night for some alone time in the pool.

“so… why couldn’t you just fuck me in the bed?” you giggle, your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs secured around his waist as he holds you up against the pool’s edge. his fingers eagerly tug at your bikini strings underwater, and you can tell he’s growing impatient, his hard erection firmly pressed against your throbbing cunt.

“because there’s no night vision in these cameras here.” he explains in a low tone, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as subtly nods at the cameras pointed right at you. curiously, you glance around, suddenly hyper-aware of them, but you trust him—and quickly forget about the cameras as desire fully consumes you.

you feel his hand creeping towards your dripping core, fingers tantalisingly teasing you over the fabric of your bikini bottoms, drawing a soft, needy whimper from your parted lips as your brows furrow. his other hand possessively squeezes your ass, enjoying how you respond to his touch as he gazes down at you with an amused, cocky expression on his face, knowing exactly how to turn you into putty in his arms.

“don’t want anyone seeing you when i fuck you— not even the other islanders.” he adds, his thumb now gently rubbing circles on your swollen clit, the ache between your legs only growing stronger. the hunger and desire are evident in theo’s stunning blue eyes, illuminated by the moonlight as they linger on your lips, his head slightly tilted.

“possessive much, huh?” you tease, eyeing him with that seductive gaze he can’t ever resist. this side of him—raw, possessive, dominant—turns you on more than you’d like to admit, your breathing becoming rapid and uneven and your hips eagerly grinding against him, earning a low, needy groan from him.

“mhm, ‘course i am. don’t want anyone hearing those pretty moans.” he growls against your neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as his hand dips inside your bikini bottoms, a soft moan escaping you. his digits tease your soaked entrance, your cunt fluttering around emptiness as your arousal builds with each second, desperate to feel him deep inside you.

“and that face you make when you cum?” he whispers right into your ear, his hot breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. “that’s for me and me only.” your manicured nails press into the skin of his shoulders in desperation and yearning, your body silently pleading for more— signaling that you need him. now.

“theo… please—”

“so needy, hm? i got you, baby. i’ll fuck you so good, you won’t even think about coupling up with another man after i’m done with you. you’re my girl and i’ll make sure to keep it that way.”

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lushleona · 1 month ago

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── .✦ the first encounter with therapist’s son!theo

warnings: implied fem!reader, mentions of therapy & mental health, invasion of privacy (?) note: hello! here is what i consider kind of an intro to this au. trying to ease into it so this drabble is nice and chill

you’ve always hated coming here.

not the therapy part — dr nott is fine, in the polished, soothing, clearly-did-her-training way. she keeps tissues in every corner of the room and never looks surprised when you say something ugly, which is probably what makes it worse. you don’t like being known in that clinical way. examined. sorted into little boxes she writes down in your file, words like attachment issues and self-destructive behavior patterns scribbled in tight handwriting behind your back.

but it’s better than talking to your mother, or your friends, or your mirror. at least here, no one expects you to smile.

still, it’s a weird setup. the office isn’t in some downtown building or clean little suite in a medical park. it’s in a house — her house. you have to knock on the door like you’re here for dinner, walk past a sitting room that smells like expensive candles and old books, and follow the creaky wood floors down a hallway to the in-home office, which is professionally separated from the rest of the house.

you always feel like you’re trespassing.

today, though, it’s different.

the door swings open before you knock, and for a split second you think you’re early — too early. that you’ve walked in on something you shouldn’t have. the hallway light is on and there’s someone else standing just inside, barefoot and shirtless, rubbing a towel through wet hair, water dripping from the ends onto the hardwood.

he looks at you like you’re the one who doesn’t belong here, like you don’t literally have an appointment scheduled.

before you can say anything — before you can even think of anything to say — dr nott appears at the end of the hallway, smiling like nothing is unusual at all.

“oh, i’m sorry about him,” she says, waving a hand, as though she’s embarrassed to have had something so unprofessional occur. “that’s my son, theo. he’s back from uni for a few weeks. theodore, go upstairs.”

you try to nod, try to pretend you didn’t just see him, all golden skin and dripping hair and ocean eyes that flicked over you like a scanner. he doesn’t speak or move. just steps aside, barely, and lets you pass by him in the hall with a kind of slow, smug look that sticks to your spine.

he smells like clean laundry and something faintly spiced, like cologne that hasn’t fully been washed off, and the scent sticks with you long after he’s away.

you sit through your session like normal, or at least you try. dr nott asks the usual questions, you give the usual deflections, but you’re distracted. you keep thinking about the boy by the door. his presence in the hallway, the look on his face.

you almost think you imagined it until the very end — when you open the door to leave and see him appear at the top of the stairs, fully dressed now but still barefoot, like he knew exactly when your session ended.

he walks you to the door in silence — why, you have no idea, but you’re too dazed after your session to question it out loud. you step out onto the porch with a mumbled thank you, fumbling in your bag for your phone, but he doesn’t go back inside right away.

instead, he leans against the doorframe, watching you like he has all the time in the world. the corners of his mouth pull up into a slow, quiet smile.

“you always talk that much in there?”

you freeze, your hand clenching tighter around your phone, and you turn to look at him, confused, unsure if you heard him right. he lifts a brow, lazy and amused.

“just wondering. walls are thin, piccola.”

your stomach drops.

he grins like he likes that, like he meant for that to happen. and then he slips back inside, door closing behind him with a soft click, leaving you alone on the porch, your heart hammering against your ribs and the weight of his voice crawling under your skin.

piccola.

the word sticks with you. soft, almost sweet, if it hadn’t come from him.

you don’t know what it means, not exactly, but it sounded practiced, easy. like it belonged to someone who always got what he wanted.

you take the long way home that afternoon, trying not to think about how he looked at you. trying even harder not to wonder if he’d been listening the whole time.

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#therapist’s son!theo #theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott x fem!reader #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x fem!reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theo nott drabble #theodore nott drabble #harry potter #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys x you #— ; 𝐥𝐞𝐨’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 🎨 ྀི

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nottswitch · 16 days ago

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꒰ florist!reader takes initiative with ceo!theo for the first time ꒱

cw: 18+ mdni, p in v, choking, mentions of ovulation, cursing

a/n: finally writing for this pairing, they’re literally my babies <3 decided to start off with something spicy (and i’m totally not ovulating rn)

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he was simply irresistible. you never realised just how hot your boyfriend was – well, at least not to this extent. but then again, this thought crossed your mind at the very least once a month, and every time it felt new and even more intense.

theo had just come out of the shower and had already slipped into his black, satin pyjamas. his curls were still damp, the shirt was halfway undone, leaving his lean chest on display, a small hint of his abs showing underneath the smooth fabric. he really had been hitting the gym lately – he found it a good way to relieve the stress after his tumultuous work days, filled with endless calls and meetings. and it showed, oh how much it showed…

“…and i think we’re not far off from closing the deal. tomorrow we have another meeting, i think we can do it.”

theo’s voice suddenly jolted you out of your thoughts. to your embarrassment, you weren’t listening – you were too busy ogling his body, your glistening bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you watched his hands move. his knuckles flexed just slightly, but it was enough to drive you insane with desire. unexpectedly, you found yourself wishing they were wrapped around your throat.

“amore? what’s wrong?”

theo’s eyebrows creased as he noticed how distracted you were. usually, you would eagerly listen and ask questions about whatever he was saying, but now… your mind was clearly somewhere else.

“nothing, baby. nothing’s wrong,” you murmured, scooting closer to him, your body moved by some higher force coming from the inside. “you just look so hot…” you whispered as your hand touched his chest, moving up and down over the tanned skin, fingers brushing over theo’s nipples.

a small, hesitant smirk appeared on theo’s lips at your touch. he’d never witnessed this side of you before, but he had to admit, it was the sexiest sight he’d had the pleasure of experiencing in a while. “i do, don’t i?” he murmured back, his hand automatically landing on your hip. “you’re so clingy tonight, principessa. anything you’d like to share?”

“not really. just want you, is all.”

you climbed onto theo’s lap, straddling him, your pussy settling snugly over his already semi-hard cock. his hands were skimming up and down your thighs, riding up your little nightgown, but not quite reaching the place that craved them. normally, you’d be all into the foreplay, but not today. your hormones were raging, and you felt how much it was turning theo on, which made you even hornier in response.

without saying another word, you leaned over to the nightstand, quickly grabbing a condom from the drawer. theo’s eyebrows rose, even more surprised by how proactive you were behaving, and his cock twitched between your legs – he’d always secretly wished you took more initiative, and now that it was happening? he couldn’t resist you. he wouldn’t even if he wanted to.

“oh, cazzo, amore…” theo swore under his breath, followed by a quiet gasp when you shifted on his lap, pulling down his pants and freeing his erection. he was fully hard at that point, and his cock throbbed as you rolled the condom on.

“want you, baby…” you murmured, lifting your hips up and grabbing his cock to line it up with your entrance. theo’s mind, usually busy with whatever godforsaken matter was on it at all times, was now pleasantly turned off. he could only moan when you lowered yourself onto him, your own voice breaking when he filled you up to the very brim. your nails dug into his chest, and it was a sting so pleasant, theo couldn’t hold back a small whimper. he never let sounds like that escape his mouth – but damn, if you weren’t ruining him this very moment.

“choke me.”

theo’s eyes snapped open, the pleasure overridden for a brief moment by the suddenness of your request. “a-are you sure?” he stuttered out, unable to keep his voice steady as you rode him, the slickness of your pussy gliding over his dick creating the most pornographic sounds he thought he’d ever heard.

“yes, please. choke me,” you panted out, taking ahold of his hand and guiding it to your throat. this did it for him. in a split second, you were already laid out on your back, with theo on top of you, his fingers curling around your throat. it wasn’t painful, no – he was still holding back the most primal part of himself, but it was getting harder and harder as he watched your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“you like that, huh?” he whispered, his lips hovering just above yours as he started thrusting into you, hips snapping soundly against yours. “my sweet princess likes it a little rough, yeah? cazzo, you’re about to kill me…”

and you couldn’t deny that even if you tried. as his hand around your throat cut off just enough air to feel a little dizzy, as his cock hit all the right spots over and over again, you realised that maybe it wasn’t just your hormones. maybe you really did like it a little rough sometimes.

au. more.

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