#theo nott drabble

[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

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 !!

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

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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[lov3notts]

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

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

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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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[nottsangel]

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

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“‘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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[nottsluvv]

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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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[blackthunder137]

⋆.˚✮˚.⋆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."

[motherearthlovesus]

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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[cruel-seduction]

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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[pizzaapeteer]

maybe a little drabble or oneshot about theo who's usually not shaken by anything or anyone but he get's super flustered when confident!reader starts flirting with him💕

Gobsmacked - Theo Nott blurb

a/n: hehe loved writing this, muah bb for the idea and thanks to @suugarbabe for helping me with some of the dialogue <3 cute divider found here wording: 840 Warnings: f!reader

He watched from afar, eyes drinking in your every move, the lively chatter that bubbled around you, laughter buzzing from the surrounding audiences. Mostly aggregating sucks ups who sought advantage in your kindness, at least that was Theo’s clouded impression. His fingers lift the dying cigarette to his lips, inhaling the last sweet release of nicotine as it fills his lungs. 

The afternoon sun shone upon you, radiating the sweet glow of your face, the epitome of sweetness displayed in your expressions. His eyes stayed trained on you, struggling to comprehend how someone could be so mesmerizing, even by the little things they did. From the way you walked gracefully, with a spring in your steps or to how you carried your books, a generally simple task, could entice him in, admiring the way you held them close to your chest tenderly, almost protectively. 

Merlin, you were fucking pretty. 

At the sight of you departing the crowd and heading inside, Theo stood with eager legs following you, ambling afterwards with a determined goal set in place. Flicking the butt of the cigarette in the nearby bin, his mind whirled with positive thoughts. Today was the day he’d speak to you. You had been quite the challenge in trying to approach, that was clear by the multiple of others accumulating around you. Something Theo wasn't used to, making him stall his advances. 

Not that Theo was afraid of seeking you out amongst a crowd, knowing undoubtedly he could grab a girl's attention, even in a throng of other guys. Confidence wasn’t what he was lacking, but rather he found gratification in hitting on a girl alone. Quite presumptuous of him, relishing in the cat-and-mouse ploy that occurred, watching a girl get flustered from the direct, intimate conversation. 

Theo knew now as he trailed behind you entering the library that once he got you alone, he’d be able to win you over. It normally only took one or two lines before a girl was swooning at his feet, and from how he had studied you, he was quite convinced you wouldn’t be any different. His usual surge of confidence pulsed through him while he made his way towards the desk you had situated yourself at. Helping himself to a chair he sat, his tall frame looming over you even while seated. A brash grin stretches on his face as he opens his mouth to give his signature line. 

Taken by surprise at the sudden interruption, the sound of a chair creaking and the darkness that loomed over your lighting had you lifting your eyes, instantly consumed by a vision of deep blue eyes gleaming. The infamous debauchery Theodore Nott had been anything but subtle lately. It had been easy to take notice of the tall boy observing you within the shadows of his own Slytherin pack. You knew he was probably there to give you a line, but instead chose to beat him at his own game. 

“Oh, if it isn’t the Italian Stallion himself,” a small smirk graced your plush lips. “That is what they call you, isn’t it?” Tilting your head in a cheeky manner, watching a pink hue cross over the freckles of Theo’s cheeks. “Well, I am flattered to have caught your undivided attention. It is my attention you want, right? That’s why you’ve been staring at me all those times. So sweet can’t seem to take your eyes off of me, can you honey?” You watch his cheeks flush redder, his mouth parting slightly. It was an amusing sight, seeing someone who oozed confidence freeze up, causing you to smile complacently.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty boy? You’re looking a little shaken up there for a confident lad like yourself.” You couldn't resist the opportunity to continue teasing the flustered boy rendered speechless at your bold words. Unable to help yourself, your hand reaches across to pull out a trick you’d seen him do a dozen of times, caressing his face gently, you tauntingly move his jaw side to side playfully. “Aw, are you blushing? Is this the first time? Am I witnessing a momentary occasion in history?” You keep going, voice laced with a distinct mockery, and hints of sarcasm with your sharp tongue on a roll, basking in his silence. It takes all your strength not to explode into a fit of giggles as Theo's jaw still hangs open. Moving your fingers, you push at his chin, closing his mouth for him. “Don’t go catching flies, Theodore.” Your eyes gleam with a playful tease. 

His astonished expression marks your cue to leave, as you gather your belongings, not wanting to spoil the moment, soaking in the satisfaction of playing Theo at his own game. At your leave into the depths of the library, Theo stays sat behind at the worktable, watching your figure disappear amongst the scrapers of bookshelves. Wracking his brain on how the bloody fuck you had just bested him at his own game. And why it made him that much more infatuated with you.

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I walked with you once upon a dream

warnings: astronomically large usage of the word "laugh", "whine" and "blush". not proofread ?? kinda ?? found this in my notes #fuckitweball

pairing: theodore nott x hufflepuff!reader

a/n: Part 2? 😊

The night had been unforgiving on you. You tossed and turned under your blanket, the wooly cover being too thick at one point and too thin at another. Every time you closed your eyes, they rolled back uncomfortably and as soon as you somehow managed to get somewhat comfortable, a song your friend had been singing the day began to play on loop in your mind, haunting you.

Finally, you somehow managed to succumb into a half awake half asleep state, but it seemed like Merlin wasn't done with you just yet.

Your mind was plagued by at least three different dreams, each one stranger than the last. War, pregnancy, the muggle movie Avatar all made a fashionable appearance, and thats why currently you're sat at the Hufflepuff table, your hair nearly not neat enough as you'd like it to be, your eyelids swollen and heavy, your under eyes tinted purple.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Cedric chirps happily as he slides into the seat next to you, his plate filled with his usual breakfast: toast and some grapes. Usually, you'd greet him right back, giving him a tight hug before discussing over both of your classes for the day, whining over the homework.

Today isn't an usual day, though. You manage to give him a small smile, weak enough to be called a grimace, even. His face is instantly taken over by a frown, his hand placed upon your forehead.

"Are you well, love? Did you manage to catch a bug of sorts?" He says, his worried expression reminding you of a mother hen. You can't help but let out a soft laugh at the thought, his worry replaced by an eye roll.

"Laughin' at me, are you now? Pffft, and to think I was worried," he huffs like a first year, offering you a glare. You've always been exceptionally good at reading people's eyes, though, so you see through his act instantly, the playful glint giving it away.

"No, mother hen Cedric. I'm fine, I just kept tossing and turning alllllll night," you giggle, the lovely sound turning into a groan halfway through. You cover your face with your hands, rubbing slow circles over your eyelids, the colourful shapes of all sizes giving you little relief.

Cedric starts going off about how you need to sleep earlier, get those very much needed 8 hours but you tune him out (like always), looking around the Great Hall instead. Most people are groggy while eating their breakfast, leaning their heads on their friends' shoulders, lids half shut.

Your eyes unconsciously drift over to the Slytherin table, curiously taking a peek at their expressions. People are wary of them, everyone knows that. Their mean faces and cold eyes leave little to the imagination, making most people grasp their wands tighter whenever walking past them.

You know better. You see better. You see their faces; their eyes bright and shining, their mouth's pulled into smiles despite the early morning hours, laughter echoing from all around the long table. It brings a smile to your face. You've always been fond of them, to everyone's surprise. You've managed to make quite a few surprising friends, too. Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Enzo, Mattheo, and Theodore.

Theodore Nott. You say his name with a dreamy sigh even in your thoughts. He's sole reason your heart skips a few beats whenever you're looking over at their table, the sole reason you check your lipstick and mascara before hanging out with them, the sole reason you've bought a new, ridiculously overpriced perfume to spray on whenever you know he'll be near.

Most would call this a silly little crush, but you swear on Merlin's beard you're in love. You're completely infatuated with that dark haired boy. He's fascinating, only speaking a few words every so often to express his opinion. He's not shy, by all means. You're smart enough to realise that. He observes, not interrupting unless necessary. You're pretty sure you've seen him smile only once. That was the day you learned the Italian boy had dimples. You haven't stopped thinking about them since.

You like to think that the rare sight called Theo Nott's smile was most of the time, directed at you. The first time you caught a glimpse of one you were walking by the shore of the Black Lake alongside him, the sun setting in the distance, casting gorgeous golden hues all over the place. You rambled on about your day, this particular one having been extremely exhausting, more so than usual.

You're not really sure what made him crack one of those precious smiles, but you suppose it was a joke about your misery. Seeing him like this, it made your heart skip a few beats. The rest of the walk continued in silence, but you wouldn't have had it any other way. You wouldn't have been able to stop yourself from declaring all of your bottled up feelings to him.

Most of your walks happened in comfortable silence, but you preferred that. You liked how with him, you could just, be. Exist, without a need for a meaning. After a long day, you didn't have to force a smile to your face. You could just appear in the Slytherin common room and ask for him to come and walk. He'd always come with you, without a single utter of complaint. You'd walk with him, ask for a few puffs from his cigarette, complaining when he'd shake his head, telling you how the sunshine girl of Hogwarts could in no way be caught smoking with Theodore Nott.

Youre shaken out of your daydreams as your eyes land on a pair of grey ones. Your cheeks heat up instinctively and you pray to Helga up there that he can't see it from that far across the room. You offer him a warm smile and your heart skips a beat (or two) as you see him biting his cheek to hold back a one of his own.

A little smirk still comes through and it makes you grip the table from giddiness, butterflies swarming all around the inside of your stomach. You smile even brighter and somehow manage to tear your gaze away, trying to focus on Cedric's rambling.

".....You're not listening, are you?" He deadpans, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. You don't say anything, just offer him a sweet smile and press a kiss to his cheek before standing up and making your way back to your dorms to grab your books for the day.

First class of the day is divination. You don't think there's ever been a class that makes your eyelids heavier than that. Maybe you'll get to catch up on some of the lost sleep?

The bells rings, indicating the start of the first class. Students scurry off into different classrooms, but you're still quite far from yours.

"Shit, fuck fuck fuck," you curse softly, quickening your step. You grip your books closely against your chest and make a run for it, the sound of your shoes hitting the marble floor echoing across the massive hallway.

You burst through the trapdoor, panting softly from having to climb the ladder with your books in your hands, cutting off professor Trelawney in the middle of explaining today's lesson. She sighs and shakes her head, making you smile sheepishly at her. Hushed apologies spill from your mouth as you make your way to your usual seat in the back of the classroom but you're caught off guard as its taken already. Well, almost taken.

One of the seats seems to be unoccupied, but the other is supporting a very, very good looking Slytherin.

"Theo," you breathe out in surprise, cheeks flushing. You look at the free chair, then back at him. "Is it, is it okay if I sit here? I'm usually alone back here. Didn't expect for you to make an appearance."

He nods curtly and you thank him with a little smile, dropping your books on the desk. You sit down and try to tune yourself into Trelawney's teaching, but the heat radiating from Theo and his addictive scent are clouding your senses.

"Now, for the practical part. You are to be paired up with the person next to you. Tell each other about the dream you had tonight and search for the meaning in your books. You've got half an hour for the task."

That certainly snapped you out of your thoughts. You hear a cough next to you and you turn to face him, rolling your eyes playfully as he motions for you to start.

"Well, I don't even know where to start. I could not fall asleep, no matter what i did. When i finally managed to pass out after 5 hours of tossing and turning, i had this weird dream about snakes wanting to kill me." You start, grimacing as you begin to remember. You grab a quill and write a few keywords to the parchment in front of you.

You look back up at him to ask about his dreams but instead, you find Theodore Nott quietly chuckling to himself.

"Stop laughing, you bloke! I've had weird dreams ever since i was a kid!" You try and defend yourself, opening your book to try make sense of at least some aspect of the psychedelic visions. "What about you, though? What did you see?"

He hums in though, chewing on his inner cheek. "I saw me and you on a date at Hogsmeade."

That definitely catches you off guard. "....you what? Actually?

"Yes, actually," he chuckles, shaking his head, looking up at you. "I'm not making this up, i swear!" He adds, raising his hands in defence.

You cant help but laugh, writing that down as well.

"...we could make it a reality. If you're up tor it?" You murmur softly after a few seconds, pretty sure you're on the verge of passing out at any second. You keep your gaze down, not daring to look up. Not wanting to see his grey eyes sparkle with amusement for suggesting something so silly.

"Sure. Three Broomsticks, Saturday, eleven o'clock?" He inquires, and you barely have time to nod in agreement before the bell rings yet again. He leans closer and presses a kiss to your cheek, his signature lazy smirk painted onto his face before he mutters a simple goodbye, literally disappearing into thin air.

You sit still for a good few minutes as the classroom empties out, your hand hovering over the spot that his lips touched, a faint smile adoring your face. Holy fuck.

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venus in aquarius values friendship as the most important foundation of their relationship. the connection of minds is something that an aquarius venus considers to be essential to build a solid relationship on.

sister’s bf!theo nott x reader ft. mattheo

warnings: 18+ mdni, cuckold, degradation, oral (m receiving), throatfucking, mentions of gagging, hair pulling, praise, cursing

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"fuck yeah, that’s it, baby girl… taking it so well…" mattheo groans loudly, his hand roughly fisting your hair as he pushes your head back and forth on his cock. your fingers dig into his strong thighs to steady yourself as you eagerly take everything he’s giving you down your throat, feeling the pleasant stretch of your walls around his thick length.

theo’s eyes are wide and dark as he watches the scene in front of him, his own cock standing straight, neglected and desperately twitching in the air. precum drips down his shaft, following a prominent vein where blood is rushing at light’s speed. he thinks it’s completely unfair, yet his body doesn’t seem to agree at all.

"shit, baby, your mouth is heaven," mattheo rasps out, his eyes flicking between your fucked out face and theo’s frustrated one. when his eyes lock with his friend’s, mattheo smirks, his hand pushing you onto him with an especially hard thrust.

"see that, mate? could’ve been your girl," he taunts, and theo really feels like punching him this time. he wouldn’t do it, of course, he fully realizes that, but still, the desire to do so burns hot in his chest. instead, he clenches his fists at his sides, his eyes back on your bobbing head.

mattheo chuckles darkly and looks back at you as well, pulling on your hair. you release him from your mouth for a moment, a thick string on saliva connecting your swollen lips to his tip, as you look up at him, then at theo, then back at him again.

"you love this cock, huh?" mattheo grabs his hard length and slaps it against your stuck out tongue, wet sounds briefly filling the air. "tell me. tell nott how much you love it."

"i love his cock," you mumble mindlessly, not even glancing at theo this time, your whole attention focused on mattheo’s cock in front of you, crimson red and throbbing with arousal. theo grits his teeth, trying to contain a snarky remark – he knows that if he says anything, he won’t ever get a chance to feel your lips on him, and that’s the last thing he wants to achieve.

"good girl," mattheo murmurs in a low voice. "now get back to it."

he pushed you back onto him, his hips thrusting forward to slide right into your throat, and you eagerly take him in once more. theo feels himself growing closer, and it would be so fucking embarrassing to cum untouched at the sight of you sucking off his best friend, but his body deems otherwise. just one more gag from you, this utterly sinful sound, and…

theo jolts up on his bed, his breath short and shallow, beads of sweat tickling his forehead. he grunts in frustration, running a hand through his damp, messy curls. these dreams have been haunting him ever since he saw you in your room with mattheo, and he hates himself for giving in back then – jerking off to his best mate fucking you raw. that was a totally new low, and it’s only overshadowed by the fact that he came in his sleep, into his boxers, like a damn horny teenager – again.

no, he absolutely has to fuck you now, or he might just go completely off the rails.

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⟡ ݁₊ .Boyfriend’s Enemy!Theo taking an interest in you

warnings: flirting, reader in a establish relationship, no smut (yet)

a/n: i just need to write something about him, he lives in my head rent free. also feel free to send thoughts about him <3

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The corridors were mostly empty this late in the evening, the distant hum of students in their common rooms fading into silence. You had just finished helping Professor Sprout with some extra Herbology work—something Cedric usually did with you, but tonight, he had Quidditch practice.

You didn’t mind walking alone. At least, you didn’t until you heard the footsteps behind you.

Slow. Measured. Unrushed.

You didn’t turn around immediately, but you felt it—the way someone was watching you. Following you.

Then came the voice. Smooth, smug, and entirely too amused.

"You shouldn’t walk alone at night, tesoro. Dangerous things lurk in the shadows."

You sighed before turning. "Nott," you said flatly, crossing your arms. "Shouldn’t you be off somewhere making Cedric’s life miserable?"

Theodore leaned against the wall a few paces behind you, hands shoved into the pockets of his robes, looking entirely at ease. He was always like this—calm, confident, like he had already won whatever game he was playing before anyone else even realized they were part of it.

"Now, now," he tsked, pushing off the wall and closing the distance between you. "You wound me. Maybe I’m here for you”

You rolled your eyes. "I highly doubt that."

"Really?" He tilted his head, considering you with that sharp gaze of his. "You’re Diggory’s little prize, aren’t you? Always holding his hand, sitting pretty in the stands during his matches. A perfect little girlfriend."

Something in his tone made your skin prickle—not exactly mocking, but curious, like he was picking you apart, trying to figure something out.

You lifted your chin. "Is there a point to this, Nott?"

He stepped closer. Not enough to be threatening, but just enough that you could smell the faint trace of cologne on him, something dark and expensive.

"You’re feisty," Theo murmured, his lips twitching. "I like that."

Your stomach did something annoying, and you hated that you even had a reaction at all.

Unfortunately, Theo noticed.

His smirk widened just slightly. "Oh," he drawled, eyes flicking over your face like he was committing this moment to memory. "I think I’m going to have fun with you."

You huffed, shaking your head. "If this is your idea of fun, you need a new hobby."

Theo chuckled, low and deep. "Oh, tesoro" he murmured, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed your cheek, "I think you’re my new hobby."

You froze.

And then, just as quickly as he’d appeared, Theo took a step back, his smirk firmly in place.

"See you around," he murmured before turning on his heel, walking away like nothing had happened.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

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Theo nott blurbs you say? How about Theo nott being a munch?

Theo Nott is the biggest munch and no one can convince me otherwise<3

18+ MDNI

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The sounds of Theo passionately making out with your pussy and your moans fill his dorm room. Theo desperately licks and kisses your aching core, in attempt to taste all of your sweet juices. Every last drop.

Theo Nott was a munch and would eat your pussy like he was starved as often as he could. You question, very regularly, whether the act turns you on more or Theo. The way he desperately grinds his hips into his mattress tells you this brings him as much as it brings you.

“Theo baby-“ is all you can moan out as he explores your pulsing pussy with his tongue; fucking you with the soft muscle as he moves his hips at the same speed. Bringing your hands to his hair, you attempt to push his face further into your heat, his nose occasionally rubbing against your clit; begging for some attention.

“Amore mio,” he groans, “your pussy tastes incredible… I’m addicted… Sono ossessionato da te, piccola,” he kisses your clit before diving back into your dripping hole; your arousal leaking out of you as he laps it up desperately.

You don’t fully understand Italian, only bits and pieces… not like you can fully comprehend anything right now, mind fuzzy and focused on his oral assault on your weeping pussy. As you feel your orgasm approaching; your hips grind against his face, and he groans desperately; his movements becoming more urgent, as he craves the taste of your sweet release as you soak his face.

His hands make their way to your tits; grabbing them as he encourages your orgasm with further simulation. You place your hands over his as your ride your face, until the knot in your stomach snaps and your coming all over his beautiful face as he moans; sending vibrations throughout your entire body as you cum with a loud sob.

He only continues through the orgasm, overstimulating you beautifully as his hips are now grinding into his mattress even faster as he chases his own release. When he’s lapped up every last drop of your cum, he immediately comes up to kiss your lips, his hard cock now thrusting against your sensitive folds.

“Bambina, I can’t wait to fuck your beautiful pussy,” he smirks before sinking into you. Oh how you loved Theodore Nott, your munch.

Translations;

“Amore mio” my love

“Sono ossessionato da te, piccola” I’m obsessed with you, baby

“Bambina” babygirl

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

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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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Theodore Nott x Reader; Warnings: Degrading, Slapping

“Fucking Slut. Look at me!”

His voice hit your soul like a blade. You shouldn’t have done that.

“I- Theo, I am sorry.”

“You’re sorry? Maybe if you weren’t so useless, you’d spend less time begging for forgiveness.”

You raised your gaze, noticing his dark eyes looking down at yourself, still kneeling on the floor.

“But Theo- please, I- ” 

His palm struck your face quicker than you could react.

“Pathetic. You stupid bitch can’t even talk properly, huh? Forgetting your place as always.”

He raised his hand again, making you flinch. 

“Aww, are you scared? Well... you should be.”

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