#theodore nott hc

[pizzaapeteer]

Carnival HC with Matty & Theo

Mattheo

he's an adrenaline junkie, def going to be wanting to go on all the rides (loud as fuck laugh while people scream)

makes it very clear in his mood if the ride doesn't live up to his expectations, as well as letting everyone else know.

you thought this was going to be a fun couple day, think again. this boy will turn in half the little arcade skill games into a competition.

he wants to kick your ass. jokingly, sabotage you

he'll make sure you're still having fun after every game, by giving you a big grin and a kiss

does give you the prizes when he sees your sulking when you lose

then he'll help you cheat in the next round

literally an overexcited 10 yr old!!!

will chase you through a spooky maze

as well as push you into a nearby bush whether that's to make out or to get in front of you in a race

grabs your ass when your waiting in line, his fingers idly tapping on it as if he's bored

will buy you food and take pictures of you

clingiest motherfucker the times when he's not energetically fighting you especially at the end of the day when he's all worn out and ready to leave

Theo

stoic protective bf who wants you to have fun

also competitive

but does it because he wants to win you things

wants to brag that he's a good boyfriend, show you off that he can spoil you

buys, your heart contents of food and but then steals most of it

Checks himself out in the mirror walls and then tries to spook you forgetting you can see him

gives you deadpan looks when you want to go on a ride after consuming food

will sit on the opposite side of the ride from you stubbornly worried your going to puke

if you do though, he'll tell you he told you so but then console you.

death stares anyone who complains your taking too long at a game

then smiles adoringly at you when you finally catch a duck on the string

Gives you loads of kisses and praise when you compete the task

takes pictures with you in the photobooths, as long as you sit on his lap

as well as clambers over you in a ride to try make out with you and eventually gets you both kicked off

when your feet get tired and you start to complain, theo would lift you easily over his shoulder and carry you - or piggy back

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[ginevrapng]

I just want to put an idea in your head that’s been living in mine.

George Weasley x reader x Theo Nott

Smut and all I just feel like a 3sum with them would be nice 😭

thats a good idea omg! i've been ruminating about this concept since i got this ask a couple months back! so i've got a couple of headcanons about them (readers hogwarts house isn't specified) i hope you enjoy this bestie<3

- both are very house proud people. george is much more louder about being a proud gryffindor whereas theo doesn't talk about how much better slytherins are but likes to prove it.

- because of this sex with them together would be super competitive, they both want to give you more pleasure than the other one and love hearing you say their name out of the two of them.

- theo would smirk after you move your hips upwards and arch your back while he's eating you out, trying to get more from him. "who's making you feel this good princess? tell weasley how good you feel."

- george would chuckle as you grab hold of his forearm trying to ground yourself as he fingers you. "that feel good sweetheart? yeah i bet it does. you keep holding onto me tight baby and moan my name."

- theo prefers anal and fucking your thighs, george prefers blowjobs and vaginal sex

- they're definitely not into each other... they don't find each other attractive... if they constantly makeout with each other every time you're sandwiched between them that's no one's business and they won't bring it after.

- if theo will make goading comments to george about how george left hogwarts early and he personally has always been more academic all while wrapping his hand around his throat or pulling him down by his hair so he can help you suck his cock then that's no one's business.

- theo will stay away from teasing about topics that he knows will actually upset george though or make him feel insecure in anyway.

- for example he never brings up fred, even after sex or in a joking matter, knowing that it makes him anxious and insecure about his self worth. all the time you're unknowingly making george feel one of the most amazing men in the world as you babble about how perfect he is, and how he's so hot and big and feels so good as he's thrusting into you. all either you or theo care about is george, neither of you have time for any other weasley or any other gryffindor and george has no other time for any one that isn't the two of you.

- if george teases theo about how he's sleeping with a weasley of all people, a blood traitor and a gryffindor while kissing his neck and leaving love bites across his collarbone and chest that only the three of you to see then that's no one's business. if he's telling knott that he's the only slytherin he knew back in hogwarts who he could ever stand that's no one's business.

- both were serial dating hoppers before they met you, george more than theo though. they both liked being with a new girl every couple of weeks and having one night stands but then you came into both of their lives. before you neither of them had been with a man either.

- definitely have all said 'i love you' in the heat of the moment but never actually talked about it.

[pizzaapeteer]

Theodore nott love language right here, let this boy bake his hearts content for you!!!!

food is THE love language. let me bake you some fucking bread.

[stqrgirlie0]

⋆boyfriend!theodore⋆

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who only has two moods in terms of music: either pnd or the nbd🙏🙏🙏 when you’re not around he’s always listening to music any chance he gets

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who writes you little love notes during class because he knows you get so cringey and embarrassed about it

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who is all over you alll the timeee. he needs to be close to you and touching you at all times, even if it’s just your pinkies interlinked

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who has a strange addiction to your collarbones, gets him going at any moment in time, such a pervert always looking at your neck (or even down your blouse🙂‍↔️)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who eats 24/7 ,even in lessons, and always forces you to go down with him to the kitchens for a lil midnight snack

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who always falls asleep in your lap when you force him to study or read with you

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who let’s you accompany him on a late night walk around the school when he’s smoking because he knows you need your downtime from socialising with all the others

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore such a goofball and always pulling pranks on you, you’ll always see him snickering with lorenzo, thinks it’s so cute when you act all angry at him after

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who loves you and trusts you so much that he willingly talks about his mum in front of you whenever it’s just the two of you up at the astronomy tower talking

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend!theodore who is soooo observant, if he sees you looking at a book at the bookstore or a dress at the boutique for too long, you’ll find it wrapped up in tissue paper on your nightstand the next morning

#another one since you guys liked the mattheo one so much🫡 #if you guys have ideas drop me a few!😚 #enjoy xoxo

[nottslove]

I was thinking “Sports car” by Tate McRae reminds me of Theo so much 👀

okay so my song requests for my mini-fic series are actually closed right now as i have SO MUCH to write, but i LOVE this song, and it really is theo, so i had an idea to write something little small... tags: @dracosprettygirl, @nottsstar warnings: slightly suggestive content, mdni.

THEO WITH A SPORTS CAR theo's filthy rich, and he most definitely owns a sports car because why not?

he LOVES driving...

he often likes to turn up the music high leave the windows down as he zooms down the streets waaayyyy faster than the speed limit without even bothering to wear a seatbelt.

however, after your insistence, he does eventually wear a seatbelt, eyes constantly drifting sideways to check on you, his precious passenger princess.

he drives with one hand most of the time, the other is resting on your thigh, it's designated spot. he will allow you to control the music sometimes, and when you put on your girly music he complains, but secretly, he doesn't mind it.

in fact, even when he's alone, you'd find him listening to your girly music, and when you'd confront him about it, he'd merely give the excuse that those songs were already playing and he was lazy to change the playlist.

(he also hums these songs in the shower.)

his car is his baby, and you're the only thing more precious than his car. he will let you drive it sometimes, but he's constantly telling you to be careful and teaching you how to drive.

"i don't see why you need to learn how to drive when i'm right here to drive you around wherever you want..."

of course, during long car trips, he will finger fuck you whilst driving, or if he needs a little break, he'll take you in the backseat... maybe eat you out as well if there's time..

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[piastappies]

˗ˏ` THEODORE NOTT HEADCANONS! ´ˎ˗

NATIONALITY. i truly believe that this man is half polish from his mother’s side and half scottish from his father’s side.

his maternal side of the family settled in northern scotland during the world war two to escape the german occupation. at first it was supposed to be temporary — to stay there until the war ends, but they settled down in the outskirts of inverness, though they never forgot about their heritage, speaking their native language, remembering the history and making sure that their descendants wouldn’t forget about their family’s past.

his mother would continue the tradition, speaking to her only son in her family’s mother tongue. due to the lack of conversation with his father, he barely spoke any english, when he first got to hogwarts, he understood lots of what was said to him, but communicating back was troubling for him at first.

back when his mother was still alive, she would take him to poland, to show him their family’s hometown. after she passed away due to suicide, combined with her progressing schizophrenia around his tenth birthday, he hasn’t returned to his mother’s country until post-war.

FRIENDS. he didn’t have too many friends at first nor wanted to make any in the first place. the first person he spoke to was daphne greengrass.

his poor english with a rough accent, mixed of polish and scottish, made it hard for him to be understood by his peers in the train, making theo seem as an arrogant and egocentric twelve-years old boy, who thought he was better than the others that approached him. theo felt alienated, but couldn’t speak his mind, because his peers would make fun of the way he speaks.

back in the first term of first year, his roommates weren’t speaking to him. thanks to daphne, who let him took his time to figure out what he wanted to say, he met his gang and switched dorms with one of them, which resulted in sharing a room with mattheo and lorenzo.

even though he had a small group of friends, his closest were daphne and mattheo. the alienation he felt earlier was lifted off his shoulders, knowing that there were still people that would be there for him. ever since his mom died, he felt like his world was shattered into pieces, the feeling only intensifying, when his father forbid him from seeing the side of the family he grew up with, the good side that let him be a boy.

his friendship with daphne was strong throughout years as she often invited him to the countryside, where her family’s mansion was, often disappearing into thin air at the crack of dawn till the late evening, wandering around the streets of a muggle towns nearby her house, causing troubles with the rest of their friends.

PERSONALITY.

it wasn’t a surprise for anyone that learnt about his background that despite coming off as an extrovert, theodore was really quiet and perceptive guy, who kept lots of things to himself. not a lot of people knew about his mom’s life and the way it ended as his father made sure that everyone thought she died of an unspecified illness.

seeing his mom’s schizophrenia progressing in his early years, leading to her suicide had taken a toll on him. he believed that it was his father’s fault for everything bad that happened to the person he loved the most as he tried isolating her from her family, and when that didn’t work out the way he wanted, abusing her mentally and physically. after her passing, the abuse continued, this time, theodore was at the end of the stick. his father’s behaviour making theo distrustful and hostile towards male figures in his life, especially authorities.

despite his quietness, lots of girls at school were falling in front of him to get at least an ounce of his attention for themselves. it might be the brooding state he’s often is in. he, as well as his friends, is often the subject of interest of people in his year and below. usually, he attends the parties in the common rooms to keep up with his reputation.

theo’s really indifferent towards things that don’t matter much to him, like said reputation, or for example his grades. though, he doesn’t care about his academics as much as he does about quidditch, he’s exceptionally intelligent and talented, picking up things in a speed of light. he’s not one to refuse helping others (=his friends) and he often tutors mattheo before exams to make sure they both pass the year.

he gets angry, whenever someone compares him to his father, what happens when someone hears his last name. during this time or immediately after, he can get outbursts of anger and needs a smoke (preferably a joint) to numb his mind. if he doesn’t have anything on him, which rarely happens, then if you’re in a line of fire, a visit to hospital wing is the only way out.

whenever he comes back to school from the christmas break, his panic attacks are more frequent, usually accompanied by the image of his dead mom. the panic attack that he would never forget was during his third year, when his boggart showed him his mom’s lifeless body, triggering something inside him.

MISCELLANEOUS.

theo’s super tall, making him stand out from the crowd. when he was measured by miss pomfrey in year five, she told him that he’s around six foot five. he used to be a short kid, but once he started growing, he couldn’t stop — stretch marks on his stomach has fainted over the years.

he doesn’t like mixed alcohol. as a teenager with polish genes, theodore doesn’t mix his alcohol with any juice or soda to make the bitterness go away faster. when he drinks, he does it neat, no matter the type. whether he drinks tequilla, vodka, whiskey or wine, he never adds anything. and when he does want to make the taste go away faster, he eats pickled cucumbers.

has bad anxiety. as i said earlier, theo’s bad anxiety and with each year passing, it only gets worse. his panic attacks are more frequent and it often goes in a pair with any contact from his father.

music taste. the music he listens to is dependent on his mood. whenever he’s alone in his dorm, he blasts polish songs and bands, especially dżem, because it was his mom’s favorite rock-blues band. he’s also a big fan of the smiths and simple minds.

blood status. he doesn’t care about any of it, mostly because that’s what his mom taught him — blood status doesn’t define a person, their actions do. even if she didn’t, he would probably still pretty much indifferent to the blood status of people around him, just to do the opposite of what his father wants.

substances. he’s go to substance is weed. he doesn’t smoke as much as people think, he likes to smoke a joint on a chilly summer morning or after a stressful day. he definitely drinks much more, but not to the point, when he can’t live without it. it’s not a secret that once in a while, he pops mdma at parties.

AS A BOYFRIEND. or more specific, your boyfriend.

possessive. as much as he doesn’t like admitting it, he doesn’t like sharing too much. he’s an only child, who grew up alone most of the time, so sharing never came easy to him. he tries to fight it though, knowing that being super possessive isn’t something healthy. he knows how to read people, so when there’s a guy hanging around you, who’s clearly interested in you, he makes sure to be somewhere around you to shift your focus from the annoying prick to him, while still being gentle with you. he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side to leave a kiss on the top of your head, before glaring expectantly at the boy.

communicative. being able to communicate his feelings and thoughts with others weren’t a bother to theodore, he hardly ever spoke to anyone about his troubles, bottling everything up until it popped. but when it comes to you? this guy makes sure that you know he has nothing to hide from you. he’s upset? you’re the one he talks to. he’s angry? you’re the only one able to calm him down. he wants you to know that you’re the one he cares about the most.

protective. this guy loves you to bits and loves everything you do, so when you show him the outfit you plan on wearing, he doesn’t comment on it in any way that could come off as negative, not that he wants to but forces himself to shut up, no, theodore couldn’t even think of something else to say that comolimenting the way you look or telling you all the things he’d love to, and will do to you later. back, when the two of you started dating and you went out somewhere, he always repeated the same thing, wear whatever you want, baby, i can fight. and he definitely would fight for you if you ever asked (what probably will never happen, because no matter how hot he looks sometimes, you hate seeing him hurt). or fight anyone, who does as much as look at you funny, and knowing his friends? they wouldn’t pull him away from the fight, no, they would jump right in to help him.

love language. his love language is acts of service and physical touch. his hands always have to be somewhere on your body, whether it’s his arm slung around your shoulders or wrapped around your waist, his hand on your hip, thigh, his thigh touching yours. it’s not only that he likes to touch you, but he hates when you’re next to him, but not close enough to calm his mind that he might lose you. also, theodore is not the best with words, so he won’t write you a few pages long letter, but what he will do is remember small details of what you tell him, like your favorite brands of sweets, crisps, your favorite flavor of cakes or cookies to always have at least one of those in his bag. he’s the guy who would drive from inverness to the south of england if you ever needed him. you’re sick? one message and theo’s there to take care of you. you like a book, but have no one to talk to about it? he’s gonna read the book just to hear you ramble.

[realsp1ke]

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[cash-111]

Random filth,

My hcs for the Slytherins

Pairings: female reader x Theodore/Mattheo/Draco/Enzo/Blaise/Tom

CW: explicit talk of sex and kinks under the cut.

A/N: it’s that time of the month. Don’t come for me.

You can tell I got tired near the end lol

Theodore is an absolute munch. I see him being obsessed with oral far more than any of the others. He’s had a rough day? Smothering your lips until you squirm, and everything else is drowned out by your cries of pleasure, will cheer him up. He’s had a particularly good day? Gotta celebrate with his favorite activity, which, coincidentally, includes his favorite person.

on this line of thinking, I could see him being into food stuff. Especially for Italian!theo, food is super important in Italian culture and I can see it being a big comfort for him, if not just something he finds pleasurable. He’ll feed you strawberries, fill you a nice glass of wine, and ‘accidentally’ spill some chocolate fondue over you… well, your clothes are ruined now, so you might as well take them off? Just lay down and let him take care of the sweet mess he made, just for him to make an even worse one out of you. <3

Hot take, but I think Mattheo is a switch. He’s got that sweet burnt out golden child flare: high expectations and in turn high standards for himself, all the while upholding a public reputation (good or bad). I think this flows into spikes of dominance and/or submissiveness; he can absolutely be arrogant and imposing, he’ll have you melting and behaving for him one way or another, but we all crave intimacy and the freedom to be vulnerable too, and he’s no different.

Those times he wishes you would take care of him too, let him be whiny and delicate, breakable. He’ll grip at your flesh like a thirsty man grapples at water, thrusting up with you lazily, whimpers against your soft skin about how “you feel so good… so good” spilling over and over from his mouth.

I also think he carries a lot of guilt with him, so on a particularly bad day he’ll let you completely ruin him, rub him so raw he cries for you to stop. His throat is soar, his chest puffing, and his lips a slick blood red from all the biting and drooling. The overstimulation is too much, but even though he could easily break free, he surrenders, hoping the hot of his skin will burn down all of his impurities.

I’m sorry to all my tall girlies, but I think he’d have a thing for size difference. If you’re shorter, it’s just so perfect to him: he loves to make fun of you, rile you up and savor the cute spectacle you make for him; he loves how he can encompass you when you sit on his lap, and has to fight the urge of eating you up every time you’re in public; and when you hug his waist, hold his bigger hand, or do anything stupidly cute, he just wants to scoop you up and whisk you away. And he probably will.

Draco is similar in the way he also has high expectations to deal with, but I think he’d see it more as a loss of control, with his father cutting out a perfect path for him, his wish is to take his fate into his own hands. This results in a more domineering nature during sexy times, but I don’t think he’d ever be outright disrespectful, even on the spur of the moment.

Unless you ask for it, he’s not the type to let all instinct take over and risk hurting you. I adamantly believe in mama’s boy Draco, he may not respect dreadful Potter, or be influenced by a strict purist household, but he surely respects women.

One word. Possessive. What’s his is his and once you commit there’s no going back. He’ll guard you like a dragon does to his stash, a hand unconsciously always searching for you: an arm draped over your shoulder, curled around your waist, fingers laced with yours, or a firm grip on your wrist when he’s more nervous.

For this reason I think he’s hand-dominant when it comes to pleasure. He wants to feel, feel, feel. When he’s caught up in the delicious delirium you cause him, his hands will be all over you: your breasts, neck, arms, thighs, waist, there isn’t a stone left unturned. He’ll definitely lose himself in the trance of all the sounds he can get from you while his fingers are buried deep into your warm, pulsing core. And don’t you dare look away from his eyes, Merlin knows what happens when you do.

Some would have you believe Enzo is the most innocent of the group, but I actually think that boy is a wolf in sheep’s clothing: with a fervid imagination and a lot of love to give, Enzo is helpless to his mind’s work when it comes to you.

He will try not to let it show, but images of you plague his mind and blur his vision, so much so that he tries to avoid you, but, instead of toning it down, your absence just makes his fantasies that much more desperate.

Only one freaky (and with a solid parental background) enough to consider sharing you. He’s obsessed with your pleasure, he wouldn’t mind sitting back for a bit and just observe you, he knows all the sweet sounds you make are for him.

Hot take, but kind of a sadist (in a sweet way). Mf loves to watch you unravel and ‘humiliate’ you about it; would coo and say filthy things in your ear, a hand to the neck or on your hair when you both get really into it. I see him having switch up moments sometimes where something more primal engulfs him, it’ll have him rail you to the end of tomorrow in a way so contrasting to the sweet person he is, you’d wonder if it’s even him, but you can’t really think during those times…

Blaise is a chill man, I don’t think he’d have many depravities, but he’ll try anything at least once, if it’s to your liking. And you can bet he’ll give it his all, he just wants to have a good time with you, so it’s only natural he’d give everything a fair shot. Very soft top of him.

Only more out there thing I really see him actively bringing into your relationship, would be semi-public escapades. I think he loves the thrill of having you two almost caught, and certainly enjoys making it into a game of who can get the other to break first, before going back to a more secluded, private, area.

He will have you squirming in your seat during meals, or in the back of the classroom, hand stuffed down your panties. You’re helpless to stop him, a hand gripped tightly around his wrist, while the other tries to muffle any whimpers he tears from you. He’ll smirk as he wets his lips, acting like you’re the only compromised one (while his cock strains painfully in his tight uniform trousers, tip leaking and crying for attention), and whisper into your ear, his other hand tracing featherlight on your other side. “Just admit you need me”. He’s an ass, but you do.

What I need you to understand for Tom, is that, in French spirit, his whole stigma is about being grand and iconic (💅) , he’s a psycho and you’re his devoted pet.

Will hold you a collaring ceremony. You’re his pretty little thing, in the literal sense. You’re his possession, and as such you will do anything for him. If you’ll be good, he’ll make sure to take care of you. Since you’re an extension of him, he can’t have you being damaged or neglected (in the face of the public. That’s very important). You need to shine for him, like a pretty jewel: make him proud. Unless you want to be bad, reject him, demean him. Then he’ll have no mercy, using you as an outlet, bullying you with his cock, until you forget where you are, and throwing venomous words at you, until you remember your own place. (… and who knows, maybe you planned for it)

Isn’t affected much by physicality, but is absolutely obsessed with lingerie. He finds it classy, intriguing. He’ll bring you endless racks of it: you’re expected to try each and every one, and always wear it when meeting him. Also perfumes, he’s very opinionated and has a sensitive nose, which he’ll push deep into your neck when he unravels upon you, groaning against your marked skin.

[suugarbabe]

theo never really liked smoking. growing up his dad would always smoke really expensive tobacco in a pipe or the fanciest cigarettes. the ones people usually coveted and were hard to get. theo and his dad never got along. theo was always doing something wrong in his dads eyes. too weak. too shy. overall not what mr. nott ever pictured for a son. the smell of tobacco made theo think of his father. so theo hated smoking.

then his mom died the summer before year three.

and theo found himself at the counter of a muggle corner shop, the cheapest pack of cigarettes he could get with the bills he found on the pavement when he went off exploring one day. He smoked one on his way back to diagon alley. The first inhale burned his lungs, but it was a nice distraction than the pain that usually sat in his chest lately.

[ashisgreedy]

The Slytherin Guys HC - Taking off your bra

⚠︎ Suggestive content MDNI | Everyone is over 18+

Mattheo | Theo | Enzo | Draco | Blaise | Tom

Mattheo Riddle - *pop* You’re making out and you wrap your arms around his neck but.. your bra is loose. You have no idea when he reached back and unclasped it, but he was skilled and quick about it.

Theodore Nott - He’d tease his finger along the edge of the bra, cupping your breasts while pushing your bra out of the way. It takes him a few moments, but he manages to get the bra off with both his hands at work on the clasp.

Lorenzo Berkshire - Makes a whole show of having you turn around, kissing your neck and shoulders while teasing the strap of the bra. He slowly unclasps it and then pushes the staps down your shoulders. He loves to do it while you stand in front of a mirror so he can watch as your breasts come into view while the garment slips off you and drops down to the floor.

Draco Malfoy - He’d try (and succeed) by just pulling your bra up and over your head like he did your blouse. His mind is mush since he's about to get laid and he doesn’t have time to think about tiny clasps or how bras work in general. Just get it off!

Blaise Zabini - He reaches one hand back and uses just two fingers to skillfully pinch and unhook the clasp. Your bra is loose in a nanosecond. Then he’s pushing you onto the bed and tossing the garment over his shoulder.

Tom Riddle - He would mostly ignore it in lieu of trying to get into your panties first. You’d have to remove the bra for him and only then will he pay attention to your chest. It's not that he doesn’t care, he’s just in feral mode and desperately wants to be inside you.

[snetofed]

Cigarettes after sex

WARNING_(Sex, male to female, penetration, moaning, orgasm, jealousy, possessiveness)

The Slytherin Common Room was unrecognizable.

The usual darkness had been broken by hundreds of small green lights floating in the air, spells clumsily cast by a half-drunk Theo and an overly competitive Blaise. Wizarding music played softly, and bottles of Firewhiskey—obviously smuggled—were passed around.

Elizabeth Custer sat in an armchair, her legs elegantly crossed, a glass in hand, surveying the elegant mess with an amused smile.

Mattheo Riddle was at her side, one arm casually draped over the back of the chair behind her, but his body clearly leaning toward Elizabeth, as if subconsciously wanting to keep her close.

"Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to kiss me right now?" she murmured without turning around.

Mattheo smirked.

"Don't tempt me, Custer. I don't want to put on a show in front of these idiots."

"Idiots?" "Theo said, walking right past them, two glasses in hand. 'That's offensive, Riddle! I demand an apology… and one of those biscuits Blaise stole from the kitchen.'

'They weren't biscuits, genius,' Blaise sneered from across the room. 'They were brownies… very suspicious.'

'Why suspicious?!' asked Lorenzo Berkshire, who had just arrived, his shirt half-tucked into his trousers, his hair still wet from a hasty shower.

'Because the kitchen elves looked at me strangely when I asked for them,' Blaise shrugged.

Draco Malfoy, leaning against the fireplace with an elegant glass in his hand, rolled his eyes.

'Everything you do, Zabini, is suspicious.'

Pansy Parkinson, sitting on Draco's lap (because, obviously, there weren't enough "decent" seats), let out a high-pitched laugh.

"Half of us are going to end up in St. Mungo's tonight. How exciting."

Mattheo leaned toward Elizabeth, lowering his voice as if they shared a secret.

"If Zabini starts seeing dragons dancing on the ceiling, we're out of here."

Elizabeth laughed softly, her laughter vibrating in her throat, and Mattheo looked at her as if there was nothing else in the world.

"Stop looking at me like that," she whispered, somewhat embarrassed.

"I can't." Mattheo took the glass from her hand and placed it on the coffee table. "You're much more entertaining than these idiots."

Elizabeth was about to reply when Theo dramatically launched himself into an armchair opposite them, spilling part of his glass.

"I propose a game," he announced, waving his wand to summon a spinning bottle. "Or are we too mature for that?"

"Definitely not," Lorenzo said, already pouring himself another glass.

"Perfect!" Theo rubbed his hands together. "Truth or dare. And whoever doesn't want to answer or do his dare…" He smiled like an evil genius, "takes off an item of clothing."

"What are we, Gryffindors?" Draco growled, but slumped down beside Pansy nonetheless.

Blaise raised his glass.

"I'm in. But be warned: I have no dignity to lose."

Everyone laughed, and Elizabeth felt Mattheo slide his hand slowly up her thigh under the guise of "getting settled." Slytherin, after all, knew how to play it his way.

The bottle spun in the center of the table. It went round and round, making everyone sneer at each other. Finally, it stopped, pointing straight at Elizabeth.

"Oooh!" everyone shouted.

"Truth or dare, Custer?" Theo asked, with a wolfish grin.

Elizabeth glanced at Mattheo out of the corner of her eye. He raised an eyebrow, as if challenging her.

"Dare," she said fearlessly.

Theo clapped his hands as if he'd just won the House Cup.

"You have to sit on the lap of someone other than your boyfriend for three minutes."

Mattheo, sipping from his glass, stopped.

"What kind of idiotic Gryffindor dare is that?" he snarled, glaring at Theo.

Theo just grinned.

"What's up, Riddle? Don't you trust your girl?"

Elizabeth stood up with all the theatricality she could muster, walking slowly through the laughter and catcalls. She looked at Draco. No, that would be too awkward. She looked at Blaise. Nah, it would be fun, but Mattheo would kill him. She looked at Theo. Too easy.

Finally, smiling, she sat quietly on Lorenzo Berkshire's lap, who nearly choked on his drink.

"I'm honored, truly," Lorenzo said, not daring to move a muscle.

Mattheo looked at her as if he were recording the scene in his memory… only to get revenge later.

Three endless minutes later, Elizabeth returned to her place next to Mattheo, innocent as an angel.

"Everything alright, love?" she said with a sweet smile.

Mattheo didn't respond. He just put his arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against him.

"We'll talk later," he murmured in her ear, his voice heavy with dangerous promises.

The night continued amid ridiculous challenges, stupid bets, belly-aching laughter, and looks that burned hotter than Firewhiskey.

Slytherin knew how to throw parties.

But Elizabeth knew better: Mattheo Riddle was hers. And when the party was over… it would be all his too.

As the green lights began to dim and the laughter turned to murmurs, Mattheo Riddle grabbed your wrist.

"Come here," he said softly, leading you out of the Common Room with a firm stride.

Without protest. You knew this was coming. And, deep down, you wanted it.

You went up to your room. He closed the door, and before you could say anything, he had you against the wall, his hands on your hips, his body pressed against yours.

"Did you have fun, Custer?" His voice was low, dangerous.

You smiled innocently.

"With what part? With the game? With Lorenzo?" you joked, challenging him.

A low growl escaped his throat.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

His lips descended to your neck, marking his territory with fiery kisses that made you arch against him. His breathing was heavy against your skin.

"Don't ever sit on anyone's lap again," he murmured through gritted teeth. "You're mine."

"What if you provoke me again?" you whispered, amused.

Mattheo lifted his head; his gray eyes burned.

"Then I'll have to remind you… again and again."

He kissed you then, madly, claiming you in a way that left no room for doubt. His hands ran over you as if every inch of your body was rightfully his.

"See how you want me…" he said, separating his lips from my chest and smiling wickedly.

I didn't respond, then he leaned closer to my face and kissed my lips again. Every now and then, we had to break the kiss for a second because we were short of breath.

Suddenly, I noticed Mattheo lower his hands to my thighs and begin to drag my thong down my legs, causing it to fall to the floor. Then, I grabbed his pants and unbuttoned them with great enthusiasm. I could see him smiling as I did so.

When I unbuttoned them, I also pulled down his boxers and began to caress his member with my hands. I could see how big and hard it was.

"Look how you've got me, slut," Mattheo told me, looking down at his member. While I was masturbating his member with my hands, Mattheo took a condom he had stashed away from his pocket. Then, he opened the packet and took it out.

"You put it on me," he ordered, showing me the condom. "But with your mouth…" he added with a seductive smile, looking at my lips.

I stood still, staring into his eyes for a few seconds. I could see his eyes, desperately wanting me to do it.

So I obeyed him and slowly bent down, dropping to my knees on the floor.

Mattheo handed me the condom, and I grabbed it with my hand. Then, I placed the tip of the condom over my lips, holding it.

I began to bring his penis toward my mouth and opened it slightly to let the condom in.

I slowly inserted his penis into my mouth, sliding my lips until I was almost completely inside.

Mattheo gasped as he felt my mouth touch his member, and I felt myself getting more and more choked and almost nauseous, but I finally managed to put the condom on him and pulled my mouth off of it.

"That's my bitch," he said, looking down at me.

He immediately grabbed me by the neck and lifted me back up to face him.

He then grabbed my legs and lifted them so he was holding me in his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders. Suddenly, he began to penetrate me, and I moaned softly. This time, it didn't hurt as much because I was already very wet.

At first, he started slowly, but as the minutes passed, he began to thrust harder and faster. We both moaned with pleasure and breathed heavily. It was the first time I heard Mattheo's moans, and I won't deny that they were very gratifying sounds, and they made me get wetter and wetter.

I closed my eyes as I grabbed Mattheo's hair and bit my lips in pleasure. He seemed to like it because every time he did, I gasped and he pounded me harder. The position we were in was truly exhausting, especially for Mattheo, since he had my legs wrapped around me, holding my entire body up, so it was increasingly difficult for us to stay upright and breathe.

"Mattheo… I-I can't take it anymore…" I moaned. Hearing that, Mattheo didn't say anything, but instead, he began to speed up his thrusts.

I felt a release of hormones and moaned carelessly as I felt I finally reached my climax. Mattheo came after me, and we both released all the moans we were hiding inside. It was the best feeling…

That night, between whispers, bites, and desperate caresses, Mattheo Riddle not only punished you… I adored you.

As only a Slytherin in love could: With intensity. With madness. With everything

[sailorgoon13]

Theodore Nott

Basics:

Full Name: Theodore Nott

Nickname: Theo

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 4 November, 1979

Heritage: English/ Italian

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Blackthorn, Unicorn hair, 11 3/4", Slightly Flexible

Appearance:

Hair Color: Dark brown, a bit fluffy

Eye Color: Striking baby blue

Skin Tone: Olive

Height: 6'

Body Type: Lean and athletic. Tall, well proportioned

Style: Well-fitted jeans or chinos paired with a crisp button-down shirt or a cashmere sweater. Accessories are key to his look, with luxurious touches like leather loafers, silk scarves, and perhaps even a designer watch or cufflinks. His color palette leans towards darker tones like charcoal, navy, and deep burgundy

Features: Confidence, Mysterious aura, Sharp wit, Distinctive voice, Leadership

Personality:

Traits: Reserved, Loyal, Manipulative, Intelligent, Emotionally Complex

Likes: Privacy, Fine literature, Refines tastes, Debates, Chess

Dislikes: Arrogance, Lack of ambition, Betrayal

Hobbies: Quidditch, Reading, Playing Piano

Fears: Vulnerability, Rejection, Turning to the Darker side

Family and Friends:

Father: Mr. Nott

Valued Pure-Blood status

Supporter of Voldemort's cause/ Death Eater

Mother: Mrs. Nott

Died when Theo was young

Instilled his love for literature and fine art

Taught him Italian

Friends: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle

Magic:

Special Abilities: His father taught him darker magic when he was young, though he doesn't like to use any of it. Particularly good at charms and hexes

Boggart: A memory of when he witnessed his mother dying

Patronus: Fox

Polyjuice: Would look velvety black with sparkling flecks of gold and silver. Smell like earthy Italian herbs and leather books with a hint of roses. It might taste like dark chocolate infused with hints of espresso and blackberry, with a subtle undertone of smoky oak and vanilla

Amortentia: Bergamont, Sandalwood, Freshly Brewed Coffee, Dark Chocolate

Backstory:

Theodore Nott was born into a prestigious pure-blood wizarding family, his childhood filled with the enchanting landscapes and rich cultural heritage of Italy. His mother, a talented witch with a passion for art, literature, and music, imparted upon him a love for the finer things in life. She taught him how to speak Italian, play the piano, and appreciate the beauty of the magical world around them.

However, Theodore's childhood took a tragic turn when his mother passed away, leaving him with a profound sense of loss. Compounding his grief was the revelation that his father, though also deeply devoted to his family, had been a follower of Voldemort. With Voldemort's downfall, Theo's father met his demise, leaving Theo with conflicting emotions and a sense of isolation.

Despite his father's past affiliations, he distanced himself from his family's dark legacy, choosing instead to honor his mother's memory by embracing the values she had instilled in him. He found comfort in the company of his friends, particularly during Christmas vacations and over the summer, when he would often stay with classmates Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, and Enzo Berkshire.

Throughout his years at Hogwarts, Theodore excelled academically and athletically, distinguishing himself as a talented and ambitious student. His keen intellect, strategic mind, and refined tastes set him apart from his peers, earning him both admiration and envy. Despite facing teasing and discrimination for his softer side and Italian accent, Theo remained resilient, drawing strength from the bonds of friendship that sustained him.

He discovered a passion for Quidditch, becoming the star keeper for the Slytherin team. With each dive and save, he felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration, leaving behind the weight of his worries and losses, if only for a moment.

Academics:

Best Subject: Charms

Favorite Subject: DADA (But he won't tell you its really Astronomy)

Favorite Professor: Flitwick

Worst Subject: Ancient Runes

Least Favorite Subject: Divination

Least Favorite Professor: Slughorn

Student Life:

Academically excels in his studies, particularly in subjects like Potions and Charms

A regular fixture in the Hogwarts library, spending hours poring over ancient texts and refining his magical skills, teaching himself a new language, (Or really just hiding behind a romance novel)

Respected by his classmates for his intellect and admired for his cool demeanor, though some may find him enigmatic or intimidating.

He enjoys spending time in the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, honing his skills as Keeper

He also indulges in his love for art, literature, and music

Girls at Hogwarts are drawn to Nott's confidence, intelligence, and refined tastes, finding themselves mesmerized by his cool demeanor and mysterious aura

While he remains discreet about his romantic interests, there is no shortage of girls vying for his attention and affection.

Template: @hazyange1s

[phefics]

hi phe!! do u think u could write some headcanons as to how the slytherin boys (blaise, draco, & theo) eat pussy?? tysmm💚🐍

blaise zabini is a total tease — he’ll kiss his way from your mouth all the way down your neck, chest, stomach…and then move right past your pussy to kiss your thighs. he wants to hear you beg for his tongue to go right where you want it. once he’s satisfied with your desperation, he’ll go right to your clit, chuckling against you as your body squirms beneath him. he likes eating pussy, but at the end of the day, he’d rather be inside of you, but he does find it fun to work you up.

draco malfoy…isn’t big on eating you out, i’m sorry to report my headcanon. it’s just a little too messy for his taste, and he strikes me as a man who would find going down on a woman as an inherently submissive act. but, if you two were actively dating and you asked him to do it, he’d try it, because he’ll try almost anything once. he’s a little unsure, but once he finds the right rhythm, he can make you cum pretty quick. he likes to finger you while he does it, thinks it’s more efficient that way.

theodore nott is the biggest munch of the three, but like blaise, he’s mean about it. he’ll do it achingly slow, stay between your legs as long as it takes to get you screaming. he’ll start off just barely making contact with your clit, his tongue feather-light. you beg and plead with him to give you more, and he does, gradually, until he’s sucked your clit into his mouth and has no intention of letting up until you’ve cum as many times as he seems fit.

[tateshifts]

forbidden love - battle of hogwarts - right person, wrong time - pure-blood supremacy - rivals - corrupt government - slytherin > gryffindor.

hp dr concept ~ mattheo riddle moodboard

masterlist!

[lavishl0ve]

Slytherin Group HC’s

Some silly hc’s i had and wanted to share lol (reader, pansy, theodore, mattheo, enzo, blaise, draco)

no warnings ‼️

give me suggestions on what to write next 🫶 enjoy !!

• once a week you and the group are sitting around the fireplace in the common room playing muggle board games whilst everyone else is asleep; draco, always complaining about it but is literally the most competitive.

 

• if anyone needs drugs, they go to theo. (he gives you them for free bc ur his fav).

• you & lorenzo have a sibling relationship fs, always poking fun at one another as pansy is stuck in between the two of you as y’all walk to charms.

• study sessions with blaise since he’s really the only group member which would take it serious (and also bc he’s really smart).

• skinny dipping at the black lake with mattheo when it’s late night.

• shooting knowing glances at pansy whenever something silly happens.

• Theodore giving Mattheo a bloody nose at quidditch practice by accident (he’s very competitive…) mattheo held the grudge for a while.

• giggling with your partner, blaise, in potions at draco since his potion exploded- leaving his and pansy’s hair a mess (you can hear them arguing across the room).

• mattheo and pansy’s dance battles at parties, you and theo watch on the couch laughing at them.

• deep late night astro tower talk with theo or mattheo, like- SUPER high (you guys are giggling about the stupidest stuff).

• teasing enzo to ask the girl he likes- that’s obviously into him, out

• painting pansy’s nails in the common room and accidentally spilling polish on the sofas… oops.

• enzo losing beer pong at a party and being so mad he flipped the whole table over, accidentally landing on theos foot- he released the chain of swears in english AND italian. (ouch)

• mattheo super high on acid or something, just pupils blown out as he watches you in a trance with those big brown eyes, blaise had to snap him out of it.

• forcing them to play just dance with you and pansy… it took a couple shots for everyone, except mattheo. He was ecstatic to play. 

• blaise crashing out on the sofa on game night murmuring incoherent things. 

• drunk mattheo kissing theo. 

• u and pansy helping enzo pick out a tie for the yule bc he can’t decide on two different shades of purple.

• drunk draco.. (it’s a mess).

• theo accidentally giving u the wrong drug or you taking too much- your literally motionless staring at the ceiling laying on the floor. “should we help her..?”- mattheo.

• you having to call blaise over to handle drunk pansy (u ship them together bc their literally so cute).

[volturissideslut]

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖙

It's 7am so here's drop number 7

The cold crisp air of Scotland pierces through your skin, even on a warm day like today. Sunlight wafts through the curtains and you can almost smell the dewey grass from your place in bed. Not that you’re going to leave, anyway. The warmth sucks you back in, as well as your human radiator of a boyfriend who has his arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe and secure, pulled against his chest.

The rise and fall from his breathing has you entranced in your bleary morning state, and while you would love to stay and keep cosy and work you really, really, need to pee. However, one slight predicament is that your squirming in attempt to get out of his hold is doing absolute nish. 

“Theo, theo please” you tap at his arm incessantly, getting nothing but a tired hum from him. Fine, if that’s how he wants it to be time to pull out the big guns. With one forceful gesture you sit up straight, not that he's bothered, and then loudly announce that you’re headed back to your own common room  to ‘study with Charlie from potions’, a shy guy with an obvious crush on you according to Theo.

Now he’s up.

“Oh, no your not,” his voice is deep from the morning “I’m top of class, you’ll study with me” his arms wrap around your sides and tug you closer. Not so gracefully, you fall back and your head hits the pillow. If your darling boyfriend had opened his eyes and saw then he would definitely be smirking right now from how that was just meant to be.

“You won’t have a girlfriend to study with if you don’t let me go to the loo Theo!”

With a dramatic huff and a fake whinge he lets go, sitting up with a dopey smile to watch you scurry off. 

When you get back you just straight back into his bed, huddling close and stealing his warmth. A welcome change from the cool air. Theo sits back, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. Teasingly, he pokes your side. “Thought you had to leave and study with good old Charlie?”

“I lied” you cling to him, physically moving his arms for him so that they wrap around you like earlier.

"I know" he chuckles.