#theo nott drabble

[nottswitch]

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thinking about locking theo up in a chastity cage…

it starts out as an experiment. you had to literally beg theo to try it out for weeks, and he only agreed (very begrudgingly) since you promised him a mind-numbing blowjob afterwards. in the morning, you help him deal with his morning wood – another condition for his agreement – and then lock him up. it’s feels weird and uncomfortable at first, and theo quietly complains as you make your way towards the great hall for breakfast. you roll your eyes, thinking with great disappointment that maybe he really doesn’t enjoy it, and promise to take it off as soon as possible.

the shift happens suddenly, like a light switch is flipped. at breakfast, one of your friends asks curiously about your new necklace. what is the key for? or is it just a cutesy accessory? theo catches your glance, your coy smile and the deliberate lack of a definite answer, and it drives him up the wall. it’s the moment he realises that people wonder, which makes him think – what if they somehow… know? what if someone looks at the little key resting snugly just below your collarbones and just knows? his cock strains to harden within the bounds of the cage, and it’s a complete mindfuck, because it just can’t. theo’s insanely aroused, and the fact that he can’t get a boner messes with his brain.

by the end of the day, his boxers are completely soaked. he didn’t even know he could drip this much pre until now. every time he catches your smirk that grows more and confident as the day passes, he feels his cock twitch, straining against the metal bars of the cage. every time your fingers absently brush against the key around your neck, he dies inside a little. and you? you’re enjoying yourself, teasing theo to your utmost delight; you sit on his lap during breaks, place your hand on his thigh under the desk during classes, drop things ‘accidentally’ just to bend over right in front of him. but you’re also soaking up the feeling of control you have over theo for once. you can’t help checking him out, taking in his ridiculously handsome face, his pretty curls, his lean, tall form, and knowing that the best (and biggest) part of him is locked up just for you.

when you’re back at his dorm in the evening, he forgets all about the promised blowjob. before you know it, you’re on the bed, and he’s kneeling between your legs, begging to eat you out. his hand automatically reaches towards his aching cock, but he’s met with metal and a slick, sticky mess of his precum dripping all over his thighs and onto the floor. and when he desperately pleads for you to take the cage off so he could be inside of you while his face is buried in your pussy, you know that the experiment turned out to be a huge success.

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[nottsangel]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“theo… please—”

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

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

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He hadn't meant to stop.

He really hadn't.

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

That's when he saw you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only... he wasn't leaving.

He was watching.

Your lips parted against Cedric's.

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

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

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

So you didn't stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn't look jealous.

He looked hungry

And the worst part?

You liked it.

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

But when you looked again-he was gone.

Vanished as silently as he'd appeared.

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

From Theo's eyes.

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

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

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

“theo!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[rainynightwrites]

take me as you please - t.n.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nottslove]

—SPORTS MANAGERS!MATTHEODORE X TENNIS PLAYER!READER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Unbelieveable! (Theodore Nott x Reader)

theo nott x fem!reader | drabble | fluff

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

"you are unbelievable!"

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

"you are an evil, wretched witch!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"not happening," y/n deadpanned.

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

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

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

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

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

"mine."

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

parings: mattheo riddle x reader, theo nott x reader

warnings: 18+, spanking, toxicity

word count: 500

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

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

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you’ve always hated coming here.

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

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

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

you always feel like you’re trespassing.

today, though, it’s different.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you always talk that much in there?”

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

“just wondering. walls are thin, piccola.”

your stomach drops.

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

piccola.

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

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

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

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Blurb (Werewolf Theodore Nott)

Theodore Nott was already bleeding out when you found him—a half-shifted, feral thing, eyes burning amber, body torn apart from whatever hell he’d barely survived.

As a healer, you knew the rules.

Never help a dying werewolf.

Never get close enough for them to smell you.

Never, ever touch them when they’re in that cursed state between man and beast.

But you? You were stupid.

You dropped to your knees. Pressed your trembling hands to his open wounds. Whispered ancient incantations even as his breath came in ragged, uneven snarls. Even as his golden gaze flickered up—fixing on you.

And in return?

He bit you.

Not hard enough to turn you. Just hard enough to mark you. To stain your scent with his, embedding himself into your very being.

You feel it first in the days after—the pull, a deep, restless ache beneath your skin, a tingling awareness that never leaves. Then, the whispers start. A voice at the edges of your mind, curling around your thoughts, dark and hungry.

You lock your doors at night. Close the windows. Try to pretend you can’t feel him watching.

But on the night of the first full moon?

You wake up to find him inside your bedroom.

He’s stretched across your bed, sprawled out like he belongs there—like he’s been waiting for you, starving for you. His shirt is gone, moonlight painting the sharp ridges of his torso, his golden eyes smoldering as they drink you in.

You don’t know how he got in.

You don’t know why you’re wet before he’s even touched you.

Not until he breathes you in. Not until his lips curve into a slow, wicked smirk.

"Mine."

The word is a growl, dark and final, reverberating through your bones.

You scramble back—wrong choice.

He moves before you can react, his body covering yours, trapping you beneath heat and muscle and something otherworldly. His nose brushes along your throat, his tongue flicking out to taste the pulse hammering there, and that’s when you realize something worse than the bite.

It wasn’t just a claim.

It was a bond.

A tether tying you to him. Forcing you to ache for him just as much as he aches for you.

And the worst part?

You want it.

Want the sharp sting of his teeth. The rough drag of his tongue. The way his hands shake as he forces himself to be gentle—to wait, to hold back, to not ruin you even though everything in him is screaming to do just that.

He does.

He devours you.

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[nottswitch]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nottsangel]

Drunk… horny for stepbro!Theo to fuck me while I’m drunk. Sigh. Life is unfair.

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tw dubcon. intox kink. stepcest.

“‘m just sooo lucky to have you as my brother, teddy” you slur drunkenly, sitting on theo’s lap in his dimly lit bedroom after stumbling in from a birthday party. it was late at night—or technically early in the morning—and theo had claimed he couldn’t sleep because of the neighbours blasting music. but that wasn’t the case, though.

obviously, he had to stay up to make sure his drunk stepsister was okay. he didn’t necessarily plan on doing anything, but how could he refrain from touching you when you barged into his room all giggly, your hair a mess and your skirt riding high enough to show off your thong? he wasn’t made of fucking steel.

“is that so? i think i’m the lucky one here, sweetheart.” he purrs into your ear, his hot breath on your skin making you squirm, thighs instinctively rubbing together, your intoxicated mind too fuzzy to focus. one of his hands possessively grips your waist, while the other slowly inches up your bare thigh, closer and closer to where you crave him the most.

“no one else gets to touch you like this, baby. only me. fuckin’ hell, i’m so lucky.” theo growls, making you giggle as you feel your cheeks heat up. he truly does feel like the luckiest man alive— instead of spending the night with some drunk fratboy who’d come in thirty seconds, you were here. in his room. on his lap. practically begging your stepbrother to ruin you. and oh, he’s more than happy to help.

you part your glossed lips to respond, but before you can speak, theo swiftly flips you over, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. with his weight pressed into you and his erection rubbing against your damp panties, his lips eagerly trail kisses along your neck, his hands roughly pinning yours above your head. “you gotta be quiet for me, a’ight? don’t wanna wake up mum and dad.”

“hm, i don’t care ‘bout them. just want you to fuck me, please!” you whine, not thinking clearly as you tightly wrap your legs around him, his boner pressing against your swollen clit through the thin fabric. he groans at the sensation as he smirks down at you with half-lidded eyes, the words slipping from your lips nearly making him cum in his sweatpants.

“shh… i’ve got you. anything for my favourite girl.”

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[lov3notts]

hi mora!! just popping in to officially request that bfs!enemy!theo part 2 👀 the one i mentioned where cedric tries to win the cat back and theo hits him with a “you’re embarrassing yourself.” still think it is too short btw. feel free to ignore it if you don't like it

thank you, love you!! <3

a/n; you already know i love anything your brain comes up with ivy!! the second you mentioned it i started to write it. i hope you love it<3

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Cedric was nothing if not persistent.

Weeks had passed since The Incident—the day your cat committed the ultimate betrayal and made herself at home in Theodore Nott’s lap like they were long-lost soulmates. You’d tried to tell yourself it was a fluke, a one-off, a weird cosmic glitch.

But it kept happening. Every time Theo was around, your cat made a beeline for him like he was catnip in human form. And every time, Cedric looked like someone had taken a bat to his pride.

But he wasn’t giving up. Not yet.

You’d tried to reason with him. “She’s just weird sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Cedric had looked genuinely hurt. “She purrs when he talks.”

And now, here he was—crouched on the common room floor like he was in a wildlife documentary, slowly inching a treat toward her like she was a wild animal he was trying not to startle

“Come on,” he whispered. “This one’s chicken. You love chicken.”

Your cat blinked at him slowly from her perch on the armrest. She did not, in fact, love chicken. At least not from him.

Cedric inched the treat closer.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice soft. “No sudden movements. I’m your friend. I’m your—"

“She’s not negotiating a hostage release, mate.”

Cedric got startled so hard he nearly dropped the treat. Cedric didn’t have to turn around. That voice was already burned into his soul.

“Nott,” he said tightly, standing up.

Theo stood behind him, arms crossed, expression flat and vaguely amused, like he’d been watching this unfold for a while.

Cedric straightened up quickly, flushed. “I wasn’t—”

“Trying to bribe her with poultry again?” Theo drawled. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Your cat chose that exact moment to yawn, stand, and trot casually across the room—directly to Theo. She rubbed against his leg, tail high, like he was her favorite person on the planet.

Theo looked down at her fondly. “Hey, princessa .”

Cedric looked like he might burst into flames.

“She really hates you, huh?” Theo said, not even pretending to hide the amusement in his voice.

Cedric’s jaw clenched. “She doesn’t hate me.”

Theo raised an eyebrow. “She ran away from you like you’re contagious.”

“She’s just taking her time!”

“Give up, mate. It’s embarrassing.” Theo said smugly, scratching behind your cats ears.

Cedric’s nostrils flared. “You don’t even like animals.”

Theo smiled like it was a secret he didn’t mind sharing. “No, but they like me. Besides” he added, glancing at Cedric with a glint of satisfaction, “I didn’t steal your girlfriend. Just her cat.”

“Don’t test me, Nott,” Cedric muttered, pulling you closer.

“Relax,” Theo said dryly. “She’s way out of my league. But her cat? She knows what's up.”

Your cat purred loudly from his lap like she was confirming it.

Cedric looked like he might cry.

You rubbed his back soothingly. “She’ll come around, babe.”

“No, she won’t,” Theo said. “But it’s cute that you still think so.”

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[nottsluvv]

Just an idea….high sex with Theo?? Personally it would heal me

Also I love your work!! It’s sooo good!

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your hand limply wraps around the joint as you bury your face into the sheets, sobs of pleasure racking your body as theo rails you from behind. a strangled moan escapes your lips as you claw at the sheets, trying to wiggle away, but theo has a tight grip on your hips.

“tsk, are you running away now, dolcezza?” theo says roughly, reaching down to yank up your hair. “you asked for this.”

you lick your lips, too weak to take another drag from the joint in your hand, trying to swallow and consume anything you can.

his cock ravages you from behind, forcing you to lurch forward with every thrust. theo grits his teeth, his fingers digging into your hips.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you see stars for the third time that day, your pussy clenching around theo tightly as unintelligible sounds fall from your lips.

“fuck, give me that joint,” theo growls, pulling your hair back. your arm gives out, making your torso fall into the bed. a stinging pain suddenly appears on your backside as theo smacks your ass.

“the joint, principessa,” theo repeats himself, his grip on your hair tightening as he forces you to arch your back into him.

you oblige and theo brings it to his lips, taking a long drag as his hips slap against yours relentlessly.

“fuck… yeah, good job bella, such a good slut for asking for this,” theo mumbles, his cock drilling into that spot.

you yelp, legs shaking and tears falling freely from your eyes as you try to escape his grip, his pace speeding up as he leans down.

“are you running away, bambina? don’t you dare,” theo whispers, jerking your head back to carress your neck. you know you’re done for, and he’ll be fucking you long after the effects cease.

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hey i have a request! can you do theo/mattheo with a dyslexic reader? like how they would help you and how they would help your mind clear🔥. thanks if you do, if you don’t no biggie!

NOTES! hi ml i hope it’s what you were looking for && thank u for the request 🫶🏻

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THEODORE was always observant, noticing things about you that others often overlooked. when you first confided in him about your dyslexia, it wasn’t because he asked directly, but rather because he’d noticed how you hesitated whenever you had to read aloud in class, or how your notes were sometimes a jumble of letters and words that didn’t quite fit together.

“it’s not that i can’t read,” you’d explained one evening in the library, your voice low, barely above a whisper. “it just . . . gets all mixed up sometimes. it’s like my brain sees the letters, but they don’t always make sense.”

he didn’t respond immediately, which at first made you anxious, but when you finally gathered the courage to look at him, you found no judgment in his eyes — only understanding. theo was silent for a moment, processing what you’d shared. then, he nodded slowly, as if he’d just pieced together a part of the puzzle that was you.

“how can i help?” he asked simply, his voice gentle, as though he were afraid of overwhelming you.

from that day on, theo made it his mission to support you in ways that felt natural and unforced. when it came to reading, he never pushed you to do it aloud, but instead, offered to read to you, his voice calm and steady, making the words on the page come alive. whenever you wanted to try reading something yourself, he would sit beside you, patient and attentive, ready to help if you stumbled over a word or lost your place.

he even started writing notes in simpler, clearer handwriting, knowing that the usual cursive or fast scrawl many students used could be harder for you to decipher. his notes were always clean and organized, with extra spaces between lines to make it easier for your eyes to follow.

theo also helped you find strategies to cope with the difficulties. he suggested using colored overlays for your textbooks, something he’d read about somewhere. at first, you were skeptical, but when you tried it, the colors helped the letters stay in place, making it easier for your brain to process the information. he never made a big deal about it, just handed you the overlays one day without a word, and when you thanked him later, he just shrugged and smiled as if it was nothing.

when studying felt overwhelming, he’d suggest taking a break, pulling out a book of poetry or short stories that he knew you liked. he would read to you in that soft, calming tone of his, the words flowing easily from his lips, allowing you to focus on the rhythm and sound of the language rather than the struggle of reading it yourself.

MATTHEO knew you were bright, your mind sharp as a blade, but he also saw the frustration lining your eyes whenever you were handed a text-heavy assignment. you’d never mentioned it to him personally, preferring to deal with it on your own.

you sat in the quiet corner of the library and the weight of your frustration was palpable. the words on the page were a blur, a tangled mess of letters that refused to cooperate no matter how hard you tried. the more you stared, the more your mind seemed to rebel.

your boyfriend, sitting across from you, noticed the tension in your shoulders and the way your fingers gripped the edge of the table. he’d been watching you for a while, recognizing the signs of your struggle. without a word, he reached over and gently covered your hand with his, his touch warm and grounding.

"you’re doing it again," he said softly, his voice cutting through the fog in your mind.

you looked up at him, your eyes tired and defeated. "doing what?"

"trying to force it," he replied, his thumb tracing a small circle on the back of your hand. "you're not giving yourself a chance to breathe."

you sighed, pulling your hand away to rub your temples. "it just feels like i should be able to do this, you know? like, everyone else can read without it being such a hassle."

"everyone else isn't you," mattheo pointed out, his tone calm but firm. "and that’s not a bad thing."

"i know," you muttered, glancing down at the book in front of you. "but it doesn't make it any less frustrating."

he leaned back in his chair, studying you with those intense, thoughtful eyes of his. "what if we try something different?" he suggested. "take it one step at a time, like we’ve been doing."

you met his gaze, searching for any hint of pity or condescension, but found none. all you saw was his steady resolve, his quiet determination to help you however he could.

"i just feel like i’m wasting your time," you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "like, you shouldn’t have to —"

"hey," mattheo interrupted, his voice gentle but insistent. "you’re not wasting my time. if anything, i’m glad i can be here for you. we’re in this together, remember?"