poguestarkey

[poguestarkey]

theo nott and TTPD: the anthology

i have no content or writing ideas so here's TTPD: the anthology songs that make me think of theo and IF i were to make a baby fic off them what it would be about

if any stand out particularly and u want me to write feel free to request :)

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fortnight (ft. posty) - 2 week whirlwind situationship w coworker!theo at the ministry shortly after the BoH (i actually kind of want to write this but unfortunately i do not have the time rn)

the tortured poets department - this is so theo coded in general but the typewriter line gives ravenclaw!reader who is the only one theo opens up to (who else decodes you?) but theo self sabotages (per use). second verse is sooo late night in the astronomy tower

so long, london - post grad!reader and post grad!theo, nasty breakup maybe 2 years after leaving hogwarts? after being together since like fourth year (very much hs sweetheart vibes, only have ever been w that person type beat) and then reader leaves london to go teach at ilvermorny or something.

fresh out the slammer - theo being reader's longtime hookup bud during hogwarts and then reader getting out of a long term relationship with some icky man like cormac and their first call (owl?) being theo (he's happily obliging)

guilty as sin? - i actually don't even know this song is just so sexy and so theo!!! like maybe enemies to lovers, mutual pining, reader realizing they're in love w/ h0rny for theo? but has "hated" him for so long they feel guilty about it (am i allowed to cry? about not being with him bc they have "no reason" to feel that way)

loml - gonna be mean but this is theo having a longterm partner throughout hogwarts and having all the convos about marriage and kids and then completely dropping them out of the blue following graduation and never speaking again (sorry)

the smallest man who ever lived - (this is easily my fave song and probably my favorite taylor song ever!) theo and reader having a secret relationship from 4th-5th year, going public right before summer prior to 6th year, and then theo breaking up w reader during the events of HBP (probably in like october so only a monthish into the year) (reader is unaware) and reader feeling completely betrayed (this bridge is SO SUPERIOR) and blindsided (cuz it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden)(lowk might write this one eventually too)

the black dog - the black dog = the three broomsticks hiiiii need i explain more?

imgonnagetyouback - classic teenage angst after a breakup, do u wanna fuck him or fight him? let's find out. this would definitely end in hateful breakup sex. probably in an empty classroom.

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus - i think unrequited love or mutual pining that was never acted on (maybe best friends?) growing apart and reader watching theo spiral knowing that part of their heart will always be attached to him

how did it end? - theo and reader being well known and engaged, calling off the engagement, and both of them only ever hearing "how did it end?" it's like in the title y'all

i look in people's windows - reader is always looking for theo in everything, even years after he left them. yeah it's depressing

peter - outside of the obvious, theo and reader breaking up at graduation, theo promising he would grow up and find himself then come find reader, goes off and lives his own life, never sees them again

the bolter - theo and reader both being avoidant attachment style and always finding each other. that's all!

thx for coming homies

[poguestarkey]

playlist - t.nott

just the songs i have on my theo playlist for when i'm feeling really delulu (i.e. all the time)

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take me to church - hozier

pumped up kicks - foster the people

hayloft - mother mother

daddy issues - the neighbourhood

open arms - sza & travis scott

sweater weather - the neighbourhood

into it - chase atlantic

lovely - billie eilish & khalid

my boy - billie eilish

bad guy - billie eilish

kiwi - harry styles

woman - harry styles

far - sza

lust for life - lana del rey & the weeknd

the hills - the weeknd

video games - lana del rey

put your head on my shoulder - paul anka

laughing on the outside - bernadette carroll

swim - chase atlantic

or nah - ty dolla $ign, the weeknd & dj mustard

why'd you only call me when you're high - arctic monkeys

desperado - rihanna

only angel - harry styles

burning pile - mother mother

training wheels - melanie martinez

mr. loverman - ricky montgomery

smells like teen spirit - nirvana

nobody gets me - sza

cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant

all i wanted - paramore

pluto projector - rex orange county

when the party's over - billie eilish

you get me so high - the neighbourhood

idfc - blackbear

slow down - chase atlantic

don't blame me - taylor swift

another one bites the dust - queen

matilda - harry styles

castles crumbling - taylor swift & hayley williams

love is embarrassing - olivia rodrigo

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

brooklyn baby - lana del rey

friends - chase atlantic

bellyache - billie eilish

bitches broken hearts - billie eilish

moral of the story - ashe

young and beautiful - lana del rey

happier than ever - billie eilish

labyrinth - taylor swift

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

kill bill - sza

f2f - sza

la di die - nessa barrett & jxdn

dazed & confused - ruel

i still do - why don't we

look at me - why don't we

lovebomb - nessa barrett

[poguestarkey]

jesus christ i am right there with you

i am on my knees begging for full length theo nott fic recs

[poguestarkey]

i've passed away!

Champ, Sport, Buddy | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You decide to try out a few new nicknames on your husband. He's quick to remind you that there is a short list of names that are acceptable.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Based on an ask. Beautiful banner by @mak-32

"Okay, okay, I know it sounds crazy, but I had the best sex of my life the other night. It actually worked."

You were leaning up against the bar at the Hard Deck on Friday night, waiting for Penny to hand you two of your favorite beers, and you couldn't help but overhear the women next to you chatting.

"What exactly did you do?" the brunette asked the redhead. 

The redhead grinned and said, "I called my husband 'Buddy' a few times, and he got annoyed at first, but then he fucked the absolute shit out of me."

"I can't believe it worked!" the brunette replied. 

You looked over to where Bradley was throwing darts, losing abysmally to Hangman. Your husband looked hot. He always looked hot. He was always good in bed, too. But you were curious.

"Excuse me," you said as you turned toward the two women. "I don't mean to interrupt, but I couldn't help but overhear. You called your husband 'Buddy' which led to amazing sex?"

"Yes!" gushed the redhead again. "Are you married? Dating someone?"

"I'm married," you told her, glancing again at Bradley as he raked his finger through his hair. He turned and caught your eye, winking across the room. 

"Listen, I'm sure you love your husband, but the male ego is fragile and can only handle so much."

You snorted and shrugged. "Makes sense."

"So all you have to do is play into his insecurities a tiny bit. Make him feel like you've pushed him into the friend zone until he snaps a little. He'll be dying to show you that he's not your 'Buddy', he's your lover."

You pondered that for a moment as you picked up your beers. "Thanks," you told both women. "I'll give it a try."

"Good luck!" they called after you as you took both beers back to the dartboard.

"What took you so long?" Bradley rasped as you handed him one of the bottles. "I missed you."

You rolled your eyes with a smile before you kissed his scarred cheek. "I was just across the room."

He was looking at you like he was almost ready to take you home. "Across the room? That's too far, Baby Girl. I like it when you're right next to me. Where you belong." 

"Right here?" you asked, rubbing yourself against his side. 

"Yeah," he whispered. "Right there."

"The two of you are absolutely disgusting these days," Nat informed you as you kissed Bradley and tangled your fingers up in his hair. "I don't know who let you get married, but this has become distressing." She was smiling at both of you as Bradley wrapped his arm around your waist. 

"We'll just head out then," he told his friend, handing her the bottles of beer you just got. "Have a great night."

Then he scooped you up and carried you outside to the Bronco as you squealed. "You wanna do this here or at home, Baby Girl?" he murmured next to your ear as you clung to him and giggled. 

"Are you serious?"

He sucked on your neck while he unlocked the Bronco, and you ended up having sex on the backseat. You kept your bodies down low, and Bradley had one big palm planted over your mouth. When you looked up at him as you licked his hand, he groaned. 

"Baby Girl. Fuck, Sweetheart. You feel so perfect."

The sex was very good. It was always good. You liked the rush of knowing you could get caught. And when you came on his cock, Bradley filled you with his cum before quickly zipping up his jeans. He looked around, and then helped you climb into the front seat. Once you and he were both buckled in, he pulled out of the parking lot to the sound of you and he erupting into laughter. 

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But the next day, you were still thinking about those two women from the bar. You wondered if it would work. Because if Bradley was leaving you satisfied nearly every single time, what would the next level be like? Getting him a little extra wound up was always fun for you. You shivered a bit as you thought about it while you made lunch. 

You glanced out the window to where he was pulling weeds in just some gym shorts, occasionally pausing to throw a tennis ball for Tramp. He looked sweaty and delicious, and you knew that he would walk back inside soon, ready for lunch and expecting you to take him to bed. Because he was irresistible to you like this, and he knew it. 

So you made him a grilled cheese sandwich with a little side of carrot sticks, and you waited. When you heard the sliding glass door open and the sound of his shoes on the floor, you took a deep breath to stifle the giggle that threatened to escape. 

"Hey, Baby Girl," he grunted from the doorway. 

"Hey, Buddy. Can you get the hot sauce off the dining room table for me?" You glanced at him over your shoulder, trying your best not to laugh. His brow was furrowed as he leaned against the wall with his forearm, sweaty and shirtless.

"Buddy?" he muttered under his breath before turning back to the dining room. You bit your lip hard, trying to get composure as he brought you the bottle and set it on the counter right next to your cutting board. He was very much in your personal space, palm planted on the edge of the counter, waiting for you to look at him. When you glanced up, he asked, "Is there something you want to talk about, Sweetheart?"

"Nope," you replied, shaking your head slightly. 

"Right," he whispered, taking his plate of lunch when you handed it to him. "Right." You watched Bradley wander into the dining room, and you followed him, pulling out a chair for yourself instead of sitting on his lap. 

After you ate quietly for a few minutes, he set his sandwich down. "Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"

"What do you mean, Champ?" you asked, taking a sip of lemonade to hide your smile as his eyes went wide.

"Champ? Baby Girl, are you mad at me?"

"No," you told him, finishing your sandwich as quickly as you could and standing up. 

He was immediately on your tail as you took your plate to the kitchen sink. "I don't want you to be upset with me," he said, caging you in at the sink. "Tell me what I did wrong." He looked a little worried as you shrugged. 

"I'm not upset," you promised. He leaned in and kissed you. It started out sweet, and slowly but surely it progressed to some tongue and his body pressing against yours. He was warm and sweaty, and you wanted more. But you broke the kiss, gave him a peck on the cheek and said, "I need to go get the mail, Sport."

"S-Sport?" he stuttered, following you for a few steps until he was standing in the middle of the living room with his hands planted on his hips. He looked like a confused puppy as you glanced back when you closed the front door, and then you laughed all the way to the mailbox.

"I called him Sport," you said, cackling to yourself as you emptied all the junk mail and bills out of the mailbox. You took the time to make your face neutral again as you walked back into the house, only to find that Bradley hadn't moved at all.

You were sorting the mail in your hands when he closed the distance to you. Apprehension was flowing off of him in waves. "What the hell did I do?" he rasped, and you looked up at him. 

"I already told you, Buddy. Nothing."

He ran a nervous hand through his messy hair. "So, I'm not doing enough? Are we- are we getting divorced or something, Sweetheart?"

You had to try so hard not to touch him or laugh. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you're calling me Buddy! And Sport!"

You bit your lip and shrugged again, taking in his muscular form and shocked expression. "I'm just trying out some new nicknames."

"New nicknames? The fuck? You never call me those things!"

"I just thought I might start calling you things that I would call a friend."

He took a staggering step away from you before gesturing to himself with both hands. "A friend? Do I look like your friend? I am not your friend."

"I thought you said you were my best friend, Champ," you whispered, trying to hold it together as the flushed color on his cheeks grew darker. 

"Of course you're my best friend, Baby Girl!"

You pressed your lips together before you said, "Then I don't see the problem?"

His eyes were wide and his lips were parted as he closed the distance to you and grabbed you a little rough. "You don't see the problem, huh? You ride your friends' dicks like you ride mine? You moan for your friends when you're a horny mess?"

His hands were on your hips as he held you against his semi hard cock. "Well, no-" you gasped.

"No. You don't. I'm your husband. I'm not your friend."

You bit your lip and then whispered, "Okay, Buddy."

And then he snapped. His lips were on yours in the roughest kiss. You had to grab for his shoulders so you didn't trip as he pushed you back against the bannister. His body was heavy against yours as the wood dug into your back. "That's enough," he growled. "There are four names you call me, and Buddy isn't one of them. Neither is Champ. Neither is Sport."

"Four names?" you asked softly, moaning as he sucked on your neck until you squealed. And then he wedged his thigh between your legs, and you whined, "Roo!"

"Yeah, Baby Girl," he whispered against your neck as he started yanking your shirt up. "That's one of them. Keep going."

You looked up at him as he peeled your shirt off and unclasped your bra. When you started to ride his thigh, he brought his hands up to your nipples, stroking softly at first. Then he was dipping his head down and brushing you with his mustache until you cried out, "Bradley!"

"Yeah, I'm your Bradley. Keep going, Sweetheart," he commanded before sucking your nipple into his mouth and unzipping your denim shorts. You were whining so loudly as he ran his tongue in lazy circles and looked up at you. Then he kissed his way down to your rooster tattoo as your shorts and underwear slid down your legs. 

He licked your tattoo before turning his attention to your pussy. When he guided one thigh up over his bare shoulder, you met his eyes and whispered, "Daddy."

Your husband groaned, dragging his tongue and mustache through your wet slit before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. "Daddy!" you screamed, digging your fingers into his hair and scalp to keep yourself upright. The wood against your back was painful where every other part of my body was drowning in pleasure as Bradley ate your pussy. 

"Say it again," he demanded before licking from your opening to your clit over and over while you told him he was your Daddy. "I'm your Daddy," he growled, getting to his feet and scooping you up as well. You were whimpering as he carried you to the steps and set you down on your hands and knees. You could feel the warmth of his body behind you and over you as he gently kissed along your bare back until you were practically in tears, needing more. 

When you wiggled your butt back against his shorts, you could feel him pull his cock free. "You're forgetting one name," he rasped, dragging his tip through your wetness before resting himself right at your opening with a little pressure. Then one big hand wrapped around to your clit and the other found your breasts as he said, "I'll help you remember it."

And then he fucked you, so hard and so good, filling you with each fluid snap of his hips. He bottomed out until you were rocking forward against your hands braced on the steps. 

"Oh god, Roo!" you screamed. He was so rough and yet so fucking sweet when his lips met the back of your neck. 

Then he filled you all the way and stayed there, pushing a little harder still as he wrapped his hand around your hair and pulled. "Fuck!" you screamed as your back arched, pressing him to your g-spot until you were panting and ready to beg. "Please!"

He licked your neck and rasped, "I'm not Buddy. I'm Roo. Got it?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"I'm your Daddy, Baby Girl," he whispered as you whined, stroking his fingers along your clit and yanking on your hair. "But you're forgetting one name."

He started fucking you again in earnest, fingers tapping your clit until you were babbling nonsense. The slap of his thighs against the backs of yours was mesmerizing as he hit every spot just right. 

"Come on, Sweetheart. You're my good girl. So smart," he grunted. "You know what to call me when I'm in charge. You know what to call me right now. You pinned it on my chest."

You were keening as you felt that first delicious clench around his cock, but when you didn't answer him, he eased his fingers away from your clit. "No!" you gasped.

"Say it," he growled, thrusting a little harder. "Fucking say it."

"Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw!"

Then his fingers were right there, and your pussy was clenching as you moaned every variation of his name as you came. But he kept it going, almost to the point of over stimulation, extending your orgasm until your eyes were filled with tears. His fingers were still stroking you as your legs shook, and then finally he was groaning your given name and grabbing your hips as he fucked you until he came in your pussy. 

He collected you in his arms, pulling you up so your back was against his sweaty chest, and he kissed your shoulder. You leaned back as you caught your breath, and he pressed his lips to your ear. "I never want to hear any of that shit again. Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," you told him with a smile playing on your lips. "Never again."

He kissed you and stroked his hands all over your body. It worked. The women from the bar were right. That was absolutely next level. 

Then Bradley pulled his cock from your pussy as you whined, and he slapped your ass. "Okay, Sport. Let's get a move on. We've got chores to do." You looked back at his smug expression as he pulled his shorts up. "You coming, Champ?"

"Bradley," you groaned, glaring at him. 

You managed to stand on your shaky legs and chase after him, but he scooped you up. "I got ya, Buddy," he whispered with a grin, and you smothered him with kisses until he couldn't talk.

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[poguestarkey]

not in the same way- t.n.

back after a quick 8 month hiatus my b

decided to write a little blurb about reader not being in love with theo since i feel like it's always the other way around.

yes i am eating up the tiktok ideas of him being italian don't start w me

warnings: just angst on angst, destruction of a friendship, theo being sad (that's a trigger in and of itself tbh), sickly sweet adorable girlhood moment btwn the GryffGirlies, like one potty word, i plucked that one scene right out of TSITP don't come for me, horrifyingly unedited cuz i just dont care

theo nott x gryffindor!reader

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Dread.

That's all that washes over you when you finally meet his eyes. It runs ice-cold through your veins and you can practically hear what he's going to say before it even leaves his mouth. You're sure he can see the way your head shakes slowly as you realize because he reaches for your hand and holds it tightly between his. Not out of comfort, but as a plead.

Please, please don't do what I think you're going to.

Theo... oh, sweet Theo. Theo, with his huge blue eyes and endlessly large heart. Theo, always the first to celebrate the small wins with you. Theo, who in theory, should be the perfect man for you.

But Theo, who no matter how hard you tried, never made your heart sing the way your friends giggled about.

You never thought twice about the way his hands would linger over yours as he explained Arithmancy problems or how he always pulled you close in by the shoulder while chatting with his Slytherin friends, his fingers mindlessly tracing patterns into your sweater. His sweater. You've been friends since third-year, best friends. So many years of being close to him desensitized you to the constant comments of "That's Nott's girl," and "Would you look at the lovebirds!" They never hit home and you always scoffed them off with ease.

With ease, until last weekend in your dorm after an open-mic night at the Three Broomsticks. You and Theo had performed the most atrocious duet rendition of the new Weird Sisters song, "Why Can't You See."

"Y/N, do you even see the way he looks at you?" Parvati asked. Your head shoots up this.

"What?"

"C'mon, Y/N/N. The man is absolutely smitten with you. It's almost painful to watch, really," Lavender piped in, causing Hermione and Padma to sit up and join the conversation. Eyes widening, you realize who they're talking about.

"Theo? No... No, Theo and I are just-" You're cut off.

"Just friends. We've heard. A million times," Hermione sighs. "I mean Merlin's beard Y/N, you have to have noticed by now. Nott can't keep his hands off of you."

"'Mione, that's not- no, that's different. He just likes physical touch and that's fine-" You're cut off yet again by a slurry of teenage girls throwing evidence at you.

"-ever touch Malfoy-"

"-actually lights up when you enter a room, I've never-"

"-bigger heart eyes for you if they were cartooned on him in the Prophet-"

Your hands grow shaky and your breath becomes heavy in your lungs as the weight of what this means washes over you. Hot tears prick at the corners of your eyes and you fight the burn in the back of your sinuses with everything you have.

"Wait!" Hermione nearly shouts, and the cacophony of squeals and stories comes to a halt. "Y/N? Why are you crying? Are you alright?"

Her words make the first sob break out of your chest, and your hand shoots to your mouth to try and stifle the sound. Padma, ever the lover, is immediately at your side.

"I- I- I can't... I don't lo- if he really feels that way, it will destroy us," you cry, leaning further into her touch. Quickly, and with increasing amount of concern written on their features, the rest of the girls surround you.

"What do you mean, love?" you can't see her, but you know it's Lavender's breathy voice. "Isn't this a good thing?"

"No, no, no, no-" Your breath begins to hitch again, and 'Mione rubs gentle circles on your back. "Lav, him being in love with me is the worst thing that could happen."

"I don't mean to be insensitive, but the rest of us are quite out of the loop here and, er, well- why?" You let out a chuckle at Parvati's bluntness, but still felt the squeeze of the answer in your heart. You've known, deep down. You denied it as hard as you could manage but still, it creeped up on you, terrorizing your thoughts.

"He will never forgive me. I know he'll try so hard, but it'll never be the same, because he will never forgive me for not loving him the same way. Because he's done everything right. He is kind, and patient, and loving, and all of the wonderful things I've always said that I wanted but still, I just don't love him like that. And I want to- fuck, I want to so bad. It kills me that I can't. But he can never know that I know, because he will never, ever forgive me when I can't say it back." The last few words come out nearly inaudible as gasping sobs take over your body. "And I am so afraid to lose my best friend."

A squeeze from Hermione saves you from your thoughts. No one knows what to say, and Padma pulls your pillow and quilt from underneath you before grabbing her own, forming a pile on the floor. The corners of your lips perk up as you realize what she's doing, and soon the room is filled again with the sounds of girlish giggles and gossip and your four closest girlfriends do their best to keep your chin up for you.

The rest of the week, you can hardly look Theo in the eyes. You're not trying to avoid him, but every time you're in the same room you feel so overcome with guilt that it's hard to breathe.

On Sunday, you skip breakfast and hole away in the library under a stack of potions textbooks, shooing him away with a curt "Sorry, Teddy. Too busy."

Monday, you sit at Gryffindor's table for every meal and only speak in DADA to tell him it's his turn to practice defensive spells.

It's Tuesday night when you get the owl.

Y/N/N,

please talk to me. i need to see you, i'm worried. you're not alright.

i miss you.

-T

You write him back on the same piece of parchment, your shaking hands causing ink to splatter into tiny dots across his script.

I know. I'm sorry. Friday night.

Wednesday and Thursday are a blur of forced smiles to him and the burn of his stare from across the Charms classroom.

Friday comes, and you're damn near ready to pull Mrs. Norris' tail just to get a detention.

You know the exact bench in the courtyard he'll be sat at, and you count your paces as you walk. His eyes catch you and he swings his feet off the ledge, shutting his book.

"Y/N," He breathes, the sweetest smile on his face. "What's going on, cara mia?"

Every strategy you had for keeping him away from the elephant in the room goes flying out of your head faster than a Firebolt.

"It's nothing, really. Please don't worry. I know I've been distant but it's really nothing to be concerned about so-" your voice is getting louder and faster, a tell-tale sign that you're not telling the truth.

He cuts you off with your name.

"Y/N." You're eternally thankful that it's late enough that no one is outside with you. "Tell me what's happened. Please." His eyes grow even larger with pure concern and he moves his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. You pull your lip between your teeth while thinking about how to respond.

"I just... Teddy, I can't tell you. I just can't. I promise it's alright, I just don't want to talk about it." You're lying through your teeth and you're sure he knows it too.

"Alright," he whispers, voice dropping. His hand hasn't moved from the side of your face since he fixed your hair, and his eyes move to scan the slope of your lips. You can feel the pit in your stomach start to form as you fear what's coming next. "You are the most beautiful thing on this planet, you know that?"

His thumb is tracing the plane of your cheek.

"Theodore..." He smiles at his full name, and his eyes start to close.

No.

No.

This is what you feared so much.

That you would lose everything over one moment, just like this.

He can't be more than a breath from your mouth when both of your palms find his firm chest and push him away.

"Wait- wait, Theo. No. I don't- I'm sorry, but I-" His eyes snap open, that beautiful blue full of confusion. "I'm sorry, Theo." You can already feel hot tears threatening to spill over, and your stomach is churning.

"I.... What?" He says it so quietly you aren't even sure he meant to say it aloud. His hands move from your face, now salty and wet, to run through his hair, tugging on the strands.

"That's what I've been off about. I've been scared that you're gonna..." You gesture wildly between the two of you, not sure what to call it.

"Kiss you?"

"Yes."

"Why would you be scared of me kissing you, Y/N?" He looks genuinely, honestly puzzled.

"Because... because I don't... I didn't know, and then this weekend the girls were all on about it and I had no idea what they were talking about, and they told me, and I just panicked, Theo. I had no idea." He's stood up now, and you're seconds behind him, standing still in the chilly air as he paces and presses his hands into his eyes. "If I'd known sooner, Teddy... I would've- I could've done something, I don't know, could've tried-"

He stops, now just in front of you. "If you knew?"

"If I knew that you felt that way-"

"I thought you knew!" The crack of his voice splits your chest in two, unaided by the tears beading in his eyes. You've never seen him cry. "I thought you knew! From the moment I crashed your cabin on the train, I thought you knew."

The two of you just stand there, staring at each other, as cold, biting raindrops start to fall from the sky. You fight to form words but absolutely comes to your brain and you can't do anything but stare at him as he continues.

He hasn't even opened his mouth to start the next sentence when you realize what you're going to hear. You can't tell if it's the rain or the pure dread coursing through your veins that's turning your fingers ice-cold as you shake your head "no" to something he hasn't even said yet.

"I've been in love with you since I was 13, Y/N/N." He's holding onto your hand with both of his like it's his only lifeline while he desperately spills words. "I am so in love with you. You turn my world. You are my absolute everything. It consumes me. I can't hold it anymore, Y/N," He cries. Your eyes are squeezed shut and it's a wonder you haven't broken his hand with how tightly you're holding it between you. "Please, please, please say something."

"I love you," He sucks in a breath and you open your eyes to meet his. "I love you so much, Teddy. More than anything." His hands are now on either side of your face, and your fingers are laced around his wrists. "But I'm not in love with you," You choke out, grip relaxing.

His forehead presses against yours and he does nothing to quiet to sobs racking his body as you pull him against you, wrapping your arms around his warm frame.

You whisper dozens of apologies and "I wish I dids" into his ear before he releases you and sits back on the bench, moving the thoroughly soaked book to the side so you can join him. His head is in his hands and his elbows rest on his knees, and you think that you've never seen him look so defeated.

Finally, you tear your eyes away from him and stare straight ahead at the ivy covered walls, praying that the silence swallows you whole.

It's practically deafening, actually, because the sound of his heart breaking is echoing across the stone.

Eventually, you speak up.

"I think... I think I should probably go, right?"

He picks his head up but doesn't look at you as he replies:

"Yeah, I think that's for the best."

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COMMENT ON OLD FICS, I BEG YOU!

I swear to god after like a week people will still be reading but nobody leaves comments anymore and I just want to make it absolutely clear that I would be excited and elated to get a comment on these fics one hundred years after I post them.

A FIC IS NEVER TOO OLD TO LEAVE A NICE COMMENT ON. GO FORTH AND COMMENT!

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send fic recs!!

plz plz send me dramione or theo nott x reader fics that you loved!!!

i haven't found any full length theo x reader, but ive read manacled, secrets & masks, the auction, the right thing to do, all the wrong things, and BM/BS. my preferred platforms are here and wattpad but im open to others!!

i say theo and drank one cuz those are my big fixations rn but i also read for

-joe burrow

-drew starkey/rafe cameron

-cale makar

-oliver wood

-draco x reader

-jj maybank

-harrison osterfield

-spencer reid

-mitch marner

-luke hemmings

and if there's anything else truly outstanding that i must read feel free to mention it!!

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conrad fisher's "i though you knew, i thought you knew" moment is so theo nott coded

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holy fuck i write one fic after nearly 3 years and yall go crazy thanks guys for validating my sza obsession

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i am such a SLUT for the coastal grandma/old money/new england rich aesthetic (think we were liars) I GENUINELY CANT CONTAIN MY LOVE FOR IT

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i’ll believe that rafe cameron’s full name is rafferty until jonas pate proves me wrong

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masterlist

$-smut %-fluff &-angst !!-personal fave

wizarding world:

THEODORE NOTT-

nobody gets me - $&!!

not in the same way - &!!

playlist 

obx:

RAFE CAMERON-

incoming call - $

dear john (hc) - no warnings

gallagher - %ish

illicit affairs - &!!

mary’s song - %!!

marvel:

PETER PARKER-

dancing with your ghost - &!!

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i enjoy tits

what is your cishet male trait mine is being a car fan

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nobody gets me - t.nott

i haven’t written in.... years. so here’s a blurb/drabble (blurble?) (post writing: this turned into a whole one-shot) that i thought of instead of watching my lecture.

based on the line from sza’s song: “hurry now baby stick it in ‘fore the memories get to kickin’ in”

warnings: smut (p in v), angst, crying during sex (1000% consensual i don’t write noncon ever), this is depressing i can’t even lie, potty words, choking if you squint

pairing: ex!theo nott x female!slytherin!reader (sixth year)

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His room is cold. 

Your skin flares with goosebumps, and whether that’s from the temperature or his breath on the back of your neck, you aren’t really sure. 

Something in you knows this is it. Despite your two year relationship falling with the leaves in October, Theo was the one warming your bed all through winter. It’s barely March now, and the trees are beginning to thaw. 

His hands gently turn you to face him. “Y/N-” He starts, but you cut him off with a kiss. 

“I don’t want to talk, Teddy.” You whisper against his mouth, working your fingers in his tie to remove it. Nodding, he moves his mouth down your jaw, taking care to pause just below your ear, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. He knows exactly how you work; what makes you grip his arms tighter or arch your back or make the sounds he loves so much. He’s had years to learn. While working his way down your neck, he works your tie off.

Your fingers slowly undo each button of his stark white shirt, tie discarded on the floor. “Fuck,” He breathes, your hands running down his torso. His hands move to your hair, gently pulling your head back to gain better access to your neck. 

Moans barely louder than a hum escape your mouth as he moves his way down the column of your throat and your fingers naturally find their way to his dark mop of curls. 

“Merlin, always so pretty,” He says as he pulls your shirt off your shoulders, revealing your white lace bralette, stark against your skin. You know better than to do the same. He stopped letting you when he came back to school after Christmas. 

You suspect why. 

“Theo...” You whimper, growing impatient despite your wish for this night to last as long as possible. 

“I know, love. I know.” He moves his large hands under your thighs, carrying you to the bed. You bounce against the mattress and pull him against yourself. He reaches behind you and you arch in response, waiting for him to unclasp the fabric. He peels off your socks, tossing them with everything else on the floor, and his lips find your pebbled nipple. His arms are wrapped around your entire torso, holding you impossibly close, so close you can feel his heartbeat against your stomach. He moves to the other breast, kissing directly over your heart, and your breath catches in your throat. 

You know it’s the last time. You’ve known since he sent the paper crane to your desk during Charms. 

“my room, 9?

~Teddy <3″

He hasn’t been yours since before Halloween, yet in a way, it’s like he never stopped. Theo was your first everything. First crush, first boyfriend, first kiss, first time. You never planned to have a second. 

You refocus as you feel him move his way down your body. When he reaches the waistband of your skirt, his blue eyes flick up to meet yours and you fight the tremor in your hands. You nod, worried that if you speak, your voice will betray you. 

“Words, angel.”

“Please, Theo?” At your affirmation, he quickly unbuttons it and pulls the pleats down, leaving you bare except for your panties. He stands above you for a moment, taking in the sight below him. Your eyes track down his tall frame until they land on the tent in his dress pants. Sitting up, you work off his belt, button, and zipper until you can remove them. Your fingers ghost over his length strained against the material of his boxers, dampened with precum. 

“Y/N, don’t tease,” He tenderly chastises, pulling your body further onto the bed so that your head rests on the pillows and he has room to crawl on top of you. He brushes a stray hair out of your face and you have to bite your cheek to hold back your emotions. He runs his hands down, moving from your chest, to your ribs, to your waist before he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your knickers. 

He locks eyes with you, and the sharpness of his gaze leaves you unable to say anything but “Mhmm.” The feeling of his fingers grazing your thighs as the cold air hits your core has you already gripping the silk sheets underneath you. He parts your legs with his knees, fingers finding place against your entrance, dipping into the wetness that’s collected there. 

“Baby,” He mutters into your shoulder. “So wet.”

Your breath quickens when he sinks his middle and ring fingers into you, the coolness of his rings a sharp contrast to the heat of your skin. He works them slowly, but with force, against the places he knows will leave you mewling and gripping his arms, unable to say anything coherently except his name. 

“Fuck, Teddy,” You toes curl as his digits do, and you can feel your hair tangling into his other hand when you arch even further into him. Right as you feel the knot in the base of your belly begin to form, he pulls away, leaving you whining in frustration. 

“Just a second darling, just a second.” Theo chuckles at your state. He quickly removes his own boxers before returning to his place above you. Your hand instinctively reaches between you two to grasp onto his cock, slowly pumping him. His arms are caged around you and he buries his face into your hair when he lets small moans of your name slip. “Y/N/N...” You know the tone and release him, hands finding their way back to his shoulders. 

He presses his forehead to yours, stroking your cheek. Your eyes screw shut in a last ditch attempt to hold back tears. They well against your eyelids and it’s all you can do to keep them in.

“My sweet girl...” He murmurs, and your dam breaks. Bottom lip trembling, his thumb catches the first tear to fall, but you can’t hold back the rest, feeling them stream down your temples. He presses gentle kisses to your nose, continuing, “I’m so sorry that it has to be this way.”

“Theo,” You catch your breath, fighting away every memory riddling your brain. “Theo, please, just... Just please.” Your eyes open to see him nod and the hand on your face disappears to line himself up. He braces himself with his right hand, the left coming to rest on your throat. No pressure, no squeezing. Just a reminder of what once was. You move to grip his wrist, thumb moving back and forth. 

Gently, he pushes into you, inch by inch. He stills for a moment, allowing you to collect yourself, only pulling back out when he can feel your walls clenching him. “God, love. You feel so good. So good.” He snaps his hips against yours, keeping with his hard and slow pace.

“So deep, Teddy. Don’t think you’ve ever been this deep.” You babble, trying to soak up each second of his skin on yours. You’re sure your nails are leaving indents in his forearm, even through his shirt, but you can’t bring yourself to loosen your grip. “Wanna be closer, please.” 

“Always so polite,” The hand on your throat moves to wrap back around your waist, allowing him to hit that spot inside you. It sends you into a spiral, tears still falling, and you reach a hand out to rake down his chest. He hisses and catches your mouth in a sensual kiss before sitting back on his knees, thrusts continuing. He pulls your right leg onto his shoulder and presses his lips against the bone in your ankle.

You think you might pass out from both the pleasure and the intimacy. The knot is back in your stomach, growing bigger and tighter with every stroke. “Theo,” You whine, volume rising. He knows, he knows and he drops his head back down to yours. Both hands cup his face, and you can feel the way your walls flutter around him, your tell-tale that you’re right on the edge. You’re nearing blackout-level pleasure, and your eyes threaten to close again. 

“Ah-ah,” Theo tuts. “Eyes open, baby. Need to see your eyes when you cum for me.” 

“So close, Teddy. So, so, so close.”

“Gonna cum on my cock?” He’s fueling you further, and you feel like a car without brakes hurdling towards your orgasm. You ferociously nod and his hand,  so large it practically swallows your face, grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“Teddy! Fuck-” Your words are cut off when your orgasm rips through you like a freight train, the only thing remaining in focus being the iris of his eyes. Theo works you through it, never letting up in his pace. 

When you can finally notice your surroundings again, his voice is in your ear, switching between guttural moans of your name and sweet nothings. “Y/N, Y/N... Gonna paint you white on the inside. Gonna make sure you don’t forget,” He pants. “‘s just so good, ah hell-” He stills inside you and his nose drops to the space between your shoulder neck as he cums, hot streams filling you up even further. 

He collapses onto you, and your thumbs gently trace lines on his cheeks. When you’ve both calmed enough to breathe normally, he removes himself from you. 

“Jus’ grabbin’ a tissue, love. Don’t move.” He presses a kiss to your forehead to finish his sentence. You both clean yourselves, and when you’re sat upright in a t-shirt and he’s in clean boxers, he asks, “Can I braid your hair?” 

Your hand twitches. Back before, he would braid your hair constantly. It started as a method of aftercare after a rough night and quickly became a consolation tactic for the both of you. For you, after a bad class or test and him after a quidditch game went sour or a fight with his parents. He hasn’t done it since the breakup. You aren’t sure you could handle it tonight. But you find yourself saying, “Of course.”

The feeling is so familiar it makes your heart physically ache. His fingers work diligently through the strands and he only stops to ask you for the hairband on your wrist. 

“Y/N/N?”

“Yes, Theo?”

“Will you stay the night?” His eyes are pleading, begging you to. It wasn’t what you planned, but then again, when has Theodore Nott ever been something you can plan?

“Okay,” You say. With a flick of his wand, the lights are out. You pull the covers over your shoulder and lay facing him. 

“Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Teddy.”

You swear you heard him mutter an “I love you.” before you drifted off. 

According to the clock on the wall, it’s 2:29 when you stir awake. 

He looks so childlike, lashes brushing his cheeks as puffs of air leave his mouth. You slide out of the bed, so careful not to wake him. It’s easier if he’s asleep. You change, silently, from his t-shirt back to your uniform. Inside your bookbag, you’ve shoved every jumper, jersey, and shirt of his you could find in your dorm. 

The tears start again as you fold them methodically at the foot of his bed, recalling how you received each item. The sweatpants, when you unexpectedly got your period in his dorm and bled through your own. The jersey, at the first quidditch game you attended as his girlfriend. Sweaters from endless nights of complaining that “I’m cold, Teddy.”

It takes every ounce of resolve you have to not crawl back into bed with him, into the safety and familiarity of his arms, his heart, his eyes, him. You contemplate writing a note, but ultimately decide that it’s better to rip the bandage off. You’ve been pulling at it hair by hair for months now. 

You pray the door doesn’t squeak on it’s hinges and finger your now messy braid as you take a last look at him.

“Bye, Teddy Bear.”

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spencer and reader are best friends. one day spence curiously asks reader how many orgasms she’s had in one night bc he’s reading about refractory periods and such. reader is like uhhh 😳 and spence is like i wonder how many you could have before you have to tap out and reader is like “we could try?” its very scientific at the start, spencer just watching intently while he uses a vibrator on y/n then after a few orgasms she’s grasping for any closesness. she grabs his hand and holds it tightly. after a few more she’s begging for his cock and obliges even tho it’ll compromise his data

she was used to his insane questions. he was always thinking about something to do with a case, or a paper, or a book. so she’d just learned to answer them honestly. it was like a knee jerk reaction at this point.

“how many orgasms have you had in one night?” he doesn’t even look up from his notes as he asks.

“2 i think?” she says on instinct and immediately slaps a hand over her mouth.

“only 2?” he looks up then, a puzzled expression on his face, “that’s a slow night, typically women can cum between 3 and 4 times during one session, but studies show that 7 out of 10 women are actually capable of climaxing up to 20 times during one session” he says it like its nothing. like it doesn’t make her breath hitch in her throat.

“i wonder if two’s your limit or if you could handle more?” he ponders, and that one almost makes her heart stop entirely.

“we could...try?” it barely comes out above a whisper, “you know, as research?”

and that’s how they end up in her bed. there’s something a little clinical about it though. she’s still got a short nightgown on, but no panites as she’s splayed out on top of the bedsheets. 

without really realizing the connotations, spencer asked if he could tie her arms and legs to the bed, to keep her position the same so as not to corrupt the data. she had to pretend that the though alone didn’t turn her on as she nodded her head. 

so he set up shop between her legs, pressing a wand against her clit, steadily bumping up the vibrations until she was shaking and moaning, and pulling against the restraints. once she’s come down he writes something in his notebook, giving her a few minutes to recover before diving right back in.

and it keeps going like that for a while, until sometime around orgasm number 5 when tears start to slip from her eyes as she cums, begging and pleading, for what she had no idea. but she just kept whimpering ‘please, please spence” 

so he gave her a breather, “what do you want?” he asks in a soft voice, his fingers coming up to wipe at her tears.

“i just— can you untie me? i want to, i dont know, i just—” he doesn’t need a reason, he’s just unfastening them before she can even finish the sentence, rubbing softly at the marks they’ve left in her skin.

“is that better? do you want me to stop?” he asks, the look of concern plain on his face, but she shakes her head.

“no! no i can keep going, please?” 

so he gets back to work, placing the vibrator back against her clit. but she’s squirming a lot more this time, her legs and her arms moving in spite of her efforts to keep them still. once she’s hit by orgasm number 6 one of her hands grabs at a fistful of the sheets, the other grabs onto spencer’s free hand. squeezing it tight as she moans his name louder than she’s ever moaned anyones.

“fuck! i need you spencer” she whimpers

“im right here” he tries to comfort but she shakes her head

“no i need you spencer, not some toy, i need to feel you inside me. i know it’ll compromise your data but i-”

"fuck the data” 

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