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evergone · 2 years ago

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Hypocrite

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (sex), swearing

Description: The reader is embarrassed by the hickies Theo left on her, but she's not one to speak.

Merlin, you were pissed. Or, maybe — maybe you were embarrassed. Afterall, there were purple and yellow bruises all over your breasts and along your collarbone and up the sides and back of your neck. Despite your best efforts, your makeup hadn’t covered them all, and the collar of your blouse kept smearing the foundation and exposing more of them to the entire student body. A student body who couldn’t stop talking about you.

“Trip down the stairs did you, Y/n?” Pansy teased.

“Our very own Slytherin slut,” Daphne laughed fondly.

“By the name of Salazar,” Blaise breathed heavily at the sight of them.

You could only sigh in frustration, your head in your palms, “Guys, stop, please. Everyone and their mothers are giving me shit about it, you don’t need to join in.”

You weren’t lying. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape had practically burnt a hole through your neck, and then, in Transfiguration, McGonagall had quietly asked if you needed to step out to touch up your makeup. The worst, however, was Potions with Slughorn. His opinion of you since the beginning of the year had been purely positive since your family were fairly wealthy and you achieved some of the highest grades in his class. When he saw the hickeys all over you, though, his bulbous nose had turned up in disgust and he made a most unpleasant grunt of disproval. You were sure you had made his blacklist.

“This warrants murder,” said Pansy.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You asked, “I am so fucking mad at him for this.”

Oh, but you could hardly speak.

You and Theo (your boyfriend and hickey-giver) both received invitations to a party that was held the night before, and despite knowing you had school the next day, you went. Once you were about ten drinks in, you were completed sloshed, and when you were completely sloshed, you got horny.

Though the crowd of party-goers stood between yourself and Theo, you could still see every part of him. He was just standing there, chatting with Blaise and Draco, a can of cheap beer held lazily in his right hand while his left was barely touching his hip. He was so, so hot. You bit your lip sexily then made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing the back of his white shirt, and leaving stains of red lipstick all over it.

“Hey, Y/n, baby,” he hummed, happy from all the drinks he’d downed in the three hours prior, “What’s up?”

“Teddyyy,” you mused and stared up at him as he looked over his shoulder at you, “I want sex.”

Blaise and Draco snickered and Theo shot them a glare. After that, you can imagine what happened. Lots of moaning, groaning, grunting, panting. Enough snogging to last you both a lifetime, but not really because there was no such thing as “enough snogging,” and love making that lasted well past the rise of the sun that peeked through the window to Theo’s dorm room and illuminated every gorgeous curve of your body.

While Theo was the kind of sexual partner to want to leave marks all over you — not because he was the jealous type, just the prideful type, he liked everyone to see that he’d won you — you were the kind of sexual partner who liked it rough. You liked to feel his dick more or less pounding against your womb, so close that it almost warranted a trip to Madame Pomfrey. You liked when he thrusted into you fast, but not sloppy, always obeying your comments of ‘faster, Theo’ and ‘honey, please, I need it faster.’ But he couldn’t obey too much, you were very particular about that. He had to make you feel good, but he still had to be in control. It was always best if he gave in to every third or fourth demand, so that you had to beg for it. But the best part about rough sex with Theo? Well, it was what made you such a hypocrite.

“Mate,” Draco gaped at Theo’s back in the locker rooms before quidditch practice, “Did you get into a fight with a werewolf or something?”

Theo frowned in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

Draco motioned for Theo to move into view of the mirror and when he got a good look at his reflection he joined in the gaping. Long, red lines ran down his back like the British army at the Battle of Balaclava. He had become a canvas and you had painted him with your claws. He ought to have them clipped, Merlin’s beard.

The scratches were mostly up and down (go figure), but there were are couple that ran horizontally which Theo couldn’t place the origin of. You had torn him apart, you freak.

And that’s when you stormed into the locker room. Pucey had squealed, that was the first sign that you had entered. The second was the smart-ass warning that escaped Draco’s mouth ( “Look what the cat dragged in… or maybe she herself is the cat,” he said.

“She is the cat’s mother,” you responded, annoyed, and kicked him in the shin.

“My point still stands,” he laughed painfully).

Your hands were covering your eyes so as to not expose yourself to the privates of the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, and Theo thought you looked like a total dork in the cutest way. A pout had settled on your lips to make up for the fact that your frown was also hidden behind your hands.

“Theodore Nott!” You huffed and the locker room broke out into a chorus of ‘ooh’s, “Shut up, all of you — Theodore, look at what you’ve done to my neck.”

“I can’t really see behind your hands, lovey,” said Theo and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Use your imagination then, I’m sure you remember what you did to me last night — Oh, aren’t you all so mature,” you hissed as the boys erupted into laughter like little children.

You felt Theo’s hands settle on your hipbones as if they were arm rests. He pulled you in until your nose hit his chest and removed your hands from your face. So safe you were in his presence that you couldn’t see any of the other boys around you. With his big eyes that were more ocean-coloured than sky, he stared down at you, and flashed his brilliantly white grin.

“You aren’t much better, you know?” He said with a tone of question in his voice and continued to talk when he realised you didn’t know what he was talking about, “My back?”

He turned for you and upon seeing the mess you had evidently made on his back, you shut your mouth.

“Even?” Asked Theo.

“Even,” you nodded.

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sunflower1experiment · 2 months ago

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Risks

Risk

Work, work, work! Thats all you did, you worked for those children told Stella this was wrong, you know you aren’t innocent but dang it did you love those children!

“What did you do with his parents?” Pierre looks away when you confront him, your shaking hands and heart filling with fury. “I told you to not let him take over! Sawyer does not care-“

“Thats enough Mz…..you were supposed to teach them to obey, not…nurture and fill them with fantasies.” You glare at him, this man, Lieth Pierre….of course, him and Harley are no different.

“I tried to raise them like my own, you both told me you wouldn’t bring them harm and- I was foolish!” You back away and then leave, “I’ll talk to him.”

Harley sighs as he rubs his face in annoyance, of course Pierre couldn’t keep you at bay. He never did, it was his mistake for liking you. Offering those poppy flowers as a treaty, it was cruel but he assumed you wouldn’t do anything naive again…but to have them thrown at his face. Well, he was amused honestly, again…he held no grudges.

But this, this was new for you.

“Mz, you can’t simply just hide in the control room and release every toy! They will kill you! 1222,1188,1170, all of them! 1322-“

You turn when you hear his voice, sighing shakily. “They have names, Riley, Theo…I- those two, Kevin, Matthew….Andy…I…” You place your hands on your chest.

“No matter how much I try to look, I was no better…if they kill me, I hope I can ease their pain…I’m so sorry children..” You pull the lever…

“Whatever happens next, maybe, someday, one day. They’ll forgive me..”

“Open the door!” The other scientists yell angrily, banging on the door, you sit down and wait. Leith left the scene, seeing no point anymore, you made your choice…

As the hour of joy begins…

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blackthunder137 · 9 months ago

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⋆.˚✮˚.⋆imagine sucking on theo's cock while he's working- smut

you were making your way towards theo's dorm after a long day of classes. you opened the door towards his dorm when you saw him sitting shirtless at his desk and working on something. you closed the door and made your way to his desk and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. you set your books and coat on his bed, put your hair into a messy bun, and sat back on top of his desk. his tired eyes were focused on a sheet of paper, which you assumed was his homework. you pulled his chair so that it's closer to you and ran your hands through his hair. he got back to his work, and you kept caressing his hair. you could see that he was obviously really tired and did not want to do his work, but he didn't have any other choice. suddenly, you had an idea. you pushed his chair back, and theo's face was etched in confusion. you got on your knees and whispered, "let me make you feel good, and you go back to working on your homework." his lustful eyes took you in, and he replied, "yes ma'am." after which you undid his pants and boxer. his big, thick cock sprung out and the sight still made your core heat up. you got to work. you licked his tip swirling your skillful tongue and when you looked up to see theo close his eyes and let out a groan. you smirked and took him all into your mouth. his cock hit the back of your throat which made you gag a little but as you sucked in and out of his dick, you eventually got used to it. while your mouth was fucking him, then would say things like, “oh fuck, that feels good ma belle”, “i am not able to concentrate baby” and his vocabulary would also include some really colorful italian curses. halfway through, when your mouth goes in and out of his cock, his hand would automatically hold your hair and keep you in place. your movements became faster and easier as you moved your mouth in and out of him. his eyes would always land up to where you are. on your knees, with his cock in your mouth, mascara running down your face and completely devoted to make him feel good. he would try hard to go back to finishing his work but that doesn't happen because he is busy moaning and grunting. his grip on your hair tightened. his homework was long forgotten and he was now reaching close to his orgasm. he is more of a “swallow it” guy so when he came in your mouth he said the same thing but you could always make things even more spicy by not obeying to him.

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nottsstar · 20 days ago

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tocca, theo nott

“tocca,” theo says, half amused half irritated that you wouldn't believe he had real, hard abs. He wasn't going to show it though, his smirk and smug look was still evident on his pretty face. He raises up his black shirt, revealing the muscles on his chest. And boy, oh boy, you wished you could take it back.

You pretended to be disgusted by him. “ew, I'll assume that whatever you said means you want me to touch them it... Which I'm not going to do.” you stole a quick glance at his exposed chest.

pick ur answer–“why not, huh? Scared you might break your hand?” he was being so smug about it that you just wanted to kiss punch his smirk away from his face. He was definitely going to force you.

“you're so good at guessing games cara, so you can guess what I want from you.” he completely ignored the last sentence you said. He didn't really care if you didn't want to, he'd just force you to.– and continue.

you just huffed, not answering him. You weren't going to let him force you. You crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair.

“c’mon, give me your hand.” you don't obey. He doesn't particularly care, he just kinda... Takes your hand without any fighting for it.

You gasp as he does. You try and wiggle your hand out of his grip. But it's not gonna work, it's a lost cause. His grip is too tight. “give me my hand back!”

“and what if I don't?”

You groan. “you're so frustrating— oh.” thry say he probably worked magic. Because the instant your hand touched his chest, there was a funny feeling in your stomach. It also got him an ‘oh’ and a shut up version of you. Your cheeks were bright red.

“see? Your hand isn't broken. Not yet at least." He says smugly. You regain your composure, somewhat. You glare at him.

“I never said it will.” you thought of it though.

“it wasn't that bad after all cara, let's go a bit further, yeah?” that didn't sound too good. But deep inside you wanted to.

“...what do you mean by that?” you ask cautiously, and then you gasp. Theo had now put your whole hand on his chest. It felt like hard rock. Rock hard. He dragged your hand over his toned muscles. He looked pleased. And you didn't like that. Your face was redder than a weasley’s hair by now.

Theo’s gaze shifted from your hand on his chest to your red face. “cara you alright? Your face looks like a tomato.” he chuckled at your current state. You glared at him as your face reddened even more, if that was even possible.

“been dreaming of this day.”

“oh so what? You have dreams about me now?” your voice dripped in sarcasm.

“never said I didn't. I mean, that pretty face of yours appears in a lot of my dreams...both normal and naughty.” he smirks as you turn your face away in embarrassment. “don't hide the masterpiece now,” he took his free hand to your chin and tilted your face back. You were now death glaring at him. If looks could kill, theo would be dead by now.

But he'd be happy, since it was you who killed him.

a/n: ... I'm not convinced. But it's alright. Didn't have time to make it longer than this, sorry. Remember to drink water! (Don't if you're fasting...)

wc: 540 words.

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cruel-seduction · 1 month ago

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Jealous, Rabid, and Out of Control part 2

Werewolf!theo au. || Click here to read Part 1

A/N - Hello, my certified cute red flags!! This is part - 2. It only have smut but to understand how they got in this situation you gotta read part 1. Read tin order otherwise it wouldn't make sense. I am posting like this since Tumblr doesn't allow more than 4k words at once. And I wanted too add so much smut element that I exceeded the word limit.

Summary - He smelled another man on you. That was cute. Really fucking cute—until he had you on your knees, crying, begging, ruined. Until he edged you for hours, tore you apart, and put you back together exactly how he wanted. You swore you’d never break, never beg, never let him have that power over you. Too bad. Because now? Now, you were nothing but a dumb, wrecked mess, pleading for the release he refused to give. And Theo? He was just getting started.

Contains - Degrading, Manhandling, Slapping (tits & cunt), Spanking, Choking, Edging, Overstimulation, Forced Submission, Power Imbalance, Mocking, Humiliation, Hair Pulling, Begging, Dumbification, Forced Eye Contact, Possessive!Theo, Rough Handling, Size Kink, Light Worship, Mean!Dom, crying, forced blowjob. Tell me if there is more.

The room went still.

Then, before you could even breathe, Theo moved.

A gasp tore from your throat as his hands snatched your waist, yanking you down with brutal ease. You fought. Arms swinging, thrashing, shoving at his shoulders, trying to get away, but his grip was iron, unshakable. He caught your flailing wrists with one hand, the other forcing you down, pressing against the small of your back until your knees hit the fucking floor.

Pain shot through your joints from the impact, your hands bracing against his thighs, panting, shaking, your face burning with fury and something else, something dark and unspoken.

Your eyes burned. Tears threatened. But deep down, beneath the rage, beneath the shame—you were fucking thrilled.

Theo’s fingers curled around your cheek, tilting your face up to him, forcing you to meet his gaze. His pupils were blown, dark, a hunger in his stare that made your stomach twist.

"Open your mouth."

You clenched your jaw, shaking your head, eyes flashing with rebellion. No. His smirk didn’t falter. Didn’t even waver.

Then—a sharp yank. A gasp tore from your lips as his fingers snatched a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back, forcing your mouth to part just slightly, just enough—

And he took the fucking opportunity.

Two fingers shoved past your lips, pressing against your tongue, the taste of his skin, his salt, his cruelty flooding your senses. You choked, trying to jerk away, but his grip only tightened, his fingers pressing down, claiming space in your mouth like they fucking belonged there.

"Suck."

You shook your head, humiliation twisting in your chest, hands pushing at his thighs, but he only yanked your hair harder, tilting your head further back, sending a sharp sting across your scalp.

Tears blurred your vision. Humiliation burned hot in your throat, and your body betrayed you again, heat curling deep in your belly. “Suck.”

His voice was razor-sharp, commanding, and it broke something in you. Slowly, hesitantly, you obeyed. Mouth closing around his fingers, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling—

Theo groaned, low and dark. And when you glared up at him, eyes still burning, still furious, all he did was smirk, thumb stroking against your cheek. "Look at you,” he murmured, mocking, taunting, his voice laced with nothing but pure fucking cruelty. "Thought you liked gentlemen, sweetheart? But here you are, on your fucking knees, sucking on my fingers like a desperate little thing."

Your humiliation burned. And Theo? He fucking reveled in it.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, hot and burning, spilling over your cheeks as Theo’s fingers stayed shoved deep in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, forcing you to take it, to accept it.

“Crying already?” His voice was a low, condescending drawl, thick with mockery as he tilted his head, watching the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. “God, you’re fucking pathetic. Pathetic—and so damn pretty.”

You tried to jerk away, to push back, but he tightened his grip on your hair, yanking you back into place like you were nothing more than his to control.

Then, in a tone so low, so casual, it sent a chill down your spine, he murmured, "Grind on the floor, dove.” Your stomach twisted. A hot pulse of something shameful curled deep inside you, but you shook your head, immediate, instinctive.

No. Absolutely not. There was no fucking way you’d do that—even if you wanted to. Even if the ache between your thighs was already unbearable. Even if your body was screaming for relief.

Theo exhaled sharply, a deep, annoyed sound that vibrated through the room, and just as you braced yourself for whatever would come next—

A sharp sting seared through your chest.

You gasped around his fingers, eyes flying wide. The bastard had slapped your breast. The pain was sudden, hot, electric—but the worst part? The absolute worst part? Your body fucking liked it.

A sound tore from your throat—a moan, a whimper, a gasp—you didn’t even know what the fuck it was. Your back arched, hands fisting the fabric of his pants, and before you could recover, before you could reel yourself back in—

He did it again.

Harder. Rougher. The impact sent a sharp pulse straight to your core, and fuck—fuck—you knew he could get worse. You knew if you kept pushing him, if you kept testing his patience, he’d do something crueler, filthier.

And so, with your pride cracking, with arousal dripping down your thighs, pooling beneath you in a humiliating mess—

You moved.

Slowly, hesitantly, you rolled your hips, pressing yourself against the cold, unforgiving floor. Theo groaned, low and rough, his fingers twitching in your mouth as he watched you, devouring the sight of you with a hunger so intense it made your stomach clench.

“Fucking hell.” His voice was thick, wrecked, but still laced with mockery. "You’re actually doing it. Look at you."

You burned, the shame, the arousal, the overwhelming heat twisting into a mess that left your brain mushed out, barely able to process anything but the friction, the ache, the way your body betrayed you completely.

Theo chuckled—low, dark, full of something vicious as his fingers pressed harder against your tongue, keeping you filled, controlled, helpless.

"Thought you were too proud for this, dove," he taunted, watching you with those dark, gleaming eyes, like he was memorizing every second of your humiliation. "Turns out, you’re just a little thing who needs to be told what to do."

Your face burned, your breath hitching, and he smirked, seeing right through you. "Keep grinding, baby. Make a mess of yourself."

And fuck—you did.

Finally, Theo pulled his fingers from your mouth, glistening with your spit, and your head swam—hazy, messy, wrecked from the relentless grinding against the cold floor, from his sharp words slicing through your pride like a blade. Your body was betraying you, trembling, soaking, desperate, and you hated it—hated him—hated the way your thighs clenched at every cruel little thing he said.

And he knew. He always fucking knew.

His spit-slick fingers dragged down, moving toward his belt, and your breath hitched. No. No, you wouldn’t want this. You shouldn’t want this.

But when you saw the way his hands worked, the smooth pull of leather, the sharp click of the buckle coming undone, your mouth went dry. His zipper slid down, and then—fuck.

Thick. Heavy. Hard. Precum dripped from the flushed tip, smearing against his fingers as he pumped himself once, twice, dragging the motion out, making sure you were watching.

“Open up,” he ordered, voice low, rough, dripping with amusement.

And this time, you didn’t resist.

Didn’t fight. Didn’t curse him. Didn’t spit something vicious back in his face like you should have.

Instead, you obeyed. Your lips parted, tongue flicking out ever so slightly, and Theo chuckled, shaking his head. So fucking easy.

“Look at you. Didn’t even have to beg this time. What happened to all that fight, dove?” His fingers ran through your hair, deceptively gentle. “You talk all that shit, act like you don’t want me, but the second I pull my cock out, you get all quiet.”

You should’ve told him to go to hell. Should’ve slapped him, pushed him away. But instead, you leaned in, let your tongue swipe over the leaking head, let the salty taste coat your lips as he groaned low in his throat.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice strained. “That’s it. Take it. Be a good little thing and—�� He pushed in. Too fast. Too deep.

Your hands shot up, grabbing at his thighs as he forced himself further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat before you had time to adjust. A choked sound escaped you, tears springing to your eyes as you tried to pull back, but his grip in your hair tightened instantly.

“Uh-uh. You wanted to act like a brat? Now you can choke on it,” he growled, dragging your head forward, making you take more, more, more.

Your nails dug into his jeans, breath coming in desperate little gasps through your nose as he set a ruthless pace, fucking into your mouth like it was his right. His filthy, degrading words spilled into the air between you, mixing with the obscene, wet sounds you were making—sounds that only seemed to spur him on.

“Crying already? Pathetic. And you thought you could handle a ‘gentleman’? You’re fucking made for this.”

You gasped around him, throat tightening as he pushed in deep, holding you there, his cock buried so far down you swore you could feel it in your chest. The tears you had been holding back spilled over, rolling down your cheeks in hot, humiliated streaks, and Theo only laughed.

“That’s it,” he groaned, shuddering as your throat convulsed around him. “Look at you, dove. A fucking mess for me.”

You hated him. You hated how wet you were. You hated how every cruel word made the arousal between your legs pulse, made you clench your thighs together like it would do anything to stop the ache.

And then he tensed.

You felt it—the way his hips jerked, the way his cock twitched on your tongue, how his fingers in your hair turned bruising. You knew what was coming, and you tried—really fucking tried—to pull back.

But Theo wasn’t having it.

The second you so much as twitched, his hand fisted your hair, yanking you down, shoving you back onto him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he snarled, voice raw, breathless.

You tried to shake your head, tried to mumble something around him, but it was useless. Hopeless. His cock pushed deep once, twice, and then— Heat. Salt. A choked sob escaping your lips as he came down your throat, holding you there, making sure you took it all.

“Swallow,” he demanded.

Your body obeyed before your brain could protest, throat working around him as you swallowed every last drop.

When he finally pulled back, you gasped, coughing, lips swollen and wet as you wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand, tears still clinging to your lashes. Your body trembled, a mixture of exhaustion, humiliation, and something else—something dangerous—coiling low in your stomach.

And Theo?

He just grinned.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he murmured, dragging his thumb over your spit-slick lips. “And you thought you wanted a gentleman.”

You barely had time to catch your breath, saliva smeared across your lips, throat burning from how roughly he’d used your mouth. Your body trembled, knees aching from being kept on the floor for so long, but before you could even think about moving—Theo grabbed you, hard.

You barely had time to gasp before he threw you onto the bed like you weighed nothing. The air left your lungs in a sharp exhale, the rough treatment sending an embarrassing rush of heat straight between your thighs. You should hate this—hate how easily he manhandled you, how strong he was compared to you—but fuck, it was hot. No one else had ever picked you up like that, no one else had ever taken what they wanted from you like you were theirs to ruin.

You were still reeling when you heard the sharp rip of fabric.

Your dress—your fucking dress—was nothing more than torn scraps in his hands, carelessly discarded like it was worth nothing. You should be mad, you should be cursing him out, but all that left your mouth was a desperate little sound when his fingers hooked into your panties next, yanking them down with no hesitation.

Theo clicked his tongue, eyes dark as they dragged over your exposed body, taking in every mark he’d already left on you—the bruises on your thighs, the raw bite marks on your chest. His marks.

"You really let me do this to you," he murmured, voice thick with condescension, fingers tracing over the bruises like they were a masterpiece he’d painted on you. "Little miss ‘I don’t need you’—letting me tear your clothes off, letting me spit in your mouth, letting me make you fucking cry just from how bad you want it." His fingers snapped against your thigh, making you jolt. "God, you’re disgusting, dove."

You should have shoved him off—but instead, your thighs clenched together, heat pooling at the base of your spine. He saw it too. That flicker of weakness, of arousal. His smirk grew sharper.

"You like this," he sneered, grabbing your knees and spreading them apart roughly, exposing how soaked you were for him. "Fucking pathetic. Can’t even pretend anymore, can you?"

You hated him. You hated him. But you ached for him.

Before you could spit something venomous at him, two fingers shoved inside you in one swift, merciless thrust. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping your lips at the sudden stretch. Fuck.

"That’s it," Theo muttered, watching you keen against his hand. "Think you gonna cum just from my fingers, dove? Gonna roll your pretty eyes back and lose your fucking mind? No wonder you had to go on a date with some pathetic little gentleman—probably thought you could pretend you don’t need me. But look at you now." His fingers curled just right, pressing against the perfect spot, and your hands clawed at the sheets, body jerking at the sheer pleasure of it.

You tried to talk—tried to curse him out, but when his thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, all that left your lips was a broken "Theo—"

His smirk turned cruel. "What was that?" He slapped your thigh, making you gasp. "Say it louder."

You refused. You wouldn’t. You had your pride.

But then he thrust his fingers deeper, scissoring them inside you while his mouth found your breast, biting down with no mercy. You wailed, body jolting from the pleasure-pain of it, your mind turning fucking blank.

"You’re such a fucking liar," Theo murmured against your skin, licking over the mark he’d just left. "All that attitude, all that fucking backtalk—but look at you. Dripping for me, crying for me, letting me do whatever the fuck I want to you. You don’t need me, right? Then why the fuck is my name the only thing you can say?"

His fingers rubbed faster, harder, his teeth grazing your neck, and you were so close—so fucking close. Your walls clenched tight around him, a desperate sound escaping you as your hips bucked up against his hand.

And then—he pulled away.

The loss was instantaneous, brutal.

You gasped, eyes snapping open, hands reaching to grab his wrist—but he just laughed. Laughed.

"God, you’re fucking desperate," he mocked, licking your slick off his fingers as he watched you pant beneath him. "What, you think I’m just gonna let you cum after that little stunt? After telling me you want some pathetic fucking gentleman instead?"

"Fuck you," you spat, furious, body trembling with unfulfilled pleasure.

Theo just grabbed his cock, dragging it through your soaked folds, his smug fucking smirk never leaving his lips. "Oh, dove," he murmured, voice dark, mocking, brutal. "You will."

And then—he thrust forward.

Theo dragged his cock through your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal, letting the blunt head press against your entrance. The sensation sent a full-body shudder through you, a gasp leaving your lips as he teased you, rubbing against you like he had all the time in the world. Like he owned this. Like he owned you.

"You feel that, dove?" His voice was low, mocking, his cock sliding between your folds with lazy, deliberate strokes. "You’re fucking soaked. And for what?" His smirk sharpened, rubbing himself against your most sensitive spot, making your hips jerk. "Some gentleman, right? Did he make you drip like this? Did he make you beg?" He leaned down, lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "Or did he bore you so fucking badly you had to think about me just to get through it?"

Your nails dug into his arms, rage flashing in your eyes, but before you could snap back—he pushed inside.

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as he stretched you, the slow, unbearable drag of him sinking deeper, spreading you apart with no hesitation. Too much. Too big. Too full. A sharp cry left your lips before you could stop it, your body tensing at the sheer intrusion.

"Too much," you gasped, hands pressing against his chest. "Too—Theo, it’s too much—"

He didn’t stop.

He just grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the bed, his face inches from yours. "Oh, it’s too much?" His tone was mocking, cruel, but his hips kept pushing forward, deeper, deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. His breath was heavy against your skin as he stilled for a moment, letting you feel every inch of him, letting your body struggle to adjust.

Fuck.

You swallowed him whole. Your walls clenched so fucking tight, your body trembling from the stretch, and he felt it all—felt the way your cunt fluttered, felt the way you clenched, trying to handle him.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight," he murmured, his grip on your wrists tightening. "Like your body knows exactly who it belongs to."

You wanted to curse him, wanted to snap something back—but when he withdrew slightly and then slammed forward, the air was knocked from your lungs.

Your back arched, your mouth opening on a soundless cry as he set a brutal, merciless pace. No hesitation. No restraint. Just pure dominance, pure force. His hips snapped forward, pushing you deeper into the mattress, his hands keeping you pinned beneath him, his mouth crashing against yours to muffle your screams.

His teeth scraped against your lower lip, his tongue shoving into your mouth, not kissing you, not seducing you—just owning you.

"You take it so fucking well," he growled against your lips, his hips slamming into you, deeper, harder. "Look at you. You can’t even talk anymore. What happened to all that attitude, dove? What happened to the girl who told me she liked gentlemen?"

A desperate whimper left your throat, your body overwhelmed, shaking.

"That’s what I thought," he sneered, thrusting harder.

You were so close—so fucking close. The pressure coiled in your stomach, building, building, burning—

And then—he pulled out.

A strangled, desperate sob left your lips, your hands grabbing for him before you could stop yourself.

Theo just laughed.

"Pathetic." His palm cracked against your inner thigh, sending a shudder through your body, making your breath hitch. "Did you really think I was gonna let you cum after you insulted me?"

Your body ached, pleasure still curling at the base of your spine, your mind turning hazy, desperate, ruined.

Still—you forced your lips into a mocking smirk, voice breathless but taunting as you muttered, "Is this the best you can do?"

Theo’s eyes darkened.

"Oh, dove," he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr. "You just made the biggest fucking mistake of your life."

And then—he ruined you.

Your body was wrecked. Shaking, trembling, ruined.

Your mind had long since melted into nothingness, the world around you a blur of sensation, of desperation. Theo had pushed you past your limits, past sanity, past pride. You couldn’t form a single coherent thought—only need.

And he knew it.

Theo’s hands gripped your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. His lips were curled into a wicked smirk, dark amusement gleaming in his eyes as he watched you come undone beneath him—watched the way your body twitched, the way your breath hitched, the way your nails dragged over his back, leaving stinging red lines in their wake.

He only groaned, low, deep, utterly wrecked himself, at the pain you inflicted, at the way you clung to him, no longer fighting, no longer resisting—just needing.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice like silk drenched in venom. "The girl who swore she'd never break. The girl who told me she'd never beg."

A pathetic whimper left your lips. Your body was too sensitive, too raw, every nerve ending burning, pulsing, crying for release.

"You don’t even have the words anymore, do you?" His thumb traced your swollen bottom lip, his other hand gripping your hip like a brand. "Can’t even tell me what you want."

You tried—tried to force the words out, but all that came was a soft, desperate plea, a sound so broken, so utterly wrecked that his smirk only widened.

He leaned in, lips brushing over your ear, his voice a low, taunting murmur.

"You want me to let you cum, don’t you?"

You nodded frantically, breath hitching, eyes rolling back.

He chuckled, dark and cruel.

"Beg for it."

Your pride screamed at you to resist, to fight, to hold on to the last shred of defiance you had left. But your body betrayed you, arching, trembling, reaching for him, the sheer desperation consuming you whole.

"Please," you choked out, a whimper, a plea, a total surrender.

Theo groaned, dragging his teeth over your throat, his grip tightening.

"That’s my girl."

And then—he gave you everything. And you finally came.

You barely registered the moment he pulled out, barely noticed the way his weight left the bed. You were too tired, too spent, too utterly wrecked. Every muscle in your body ached, but in a way that made you smile—a lazy, unfiltered, thoughtless smile, one that was soft, genuine, without pride or sarcasm.

Theo saw it.

And for the first time all night, he hesitated.

But only for a moment.

Then, he leaned down, brushing a slow, lingering kiss against your forehead, his lips warm, tender, contradicting every filthy, degrading thing he had said just minutes ago. Another kiss followed, this time against your lips—softer, slower, without demand.

You barely responded, too tired, too comfortable, just humming softly in contentment before sleep dragged you under.

Theo watched you for a moment, something unreadable flickering behind his sharp gaze, before he exhaled, shaking his head as he pushed himself off the bed.

The room was quiet, the only sound was his steady breathing and the faint rustling of fabric as he grabbed one of small clothes and a clean towel before heading to the bathroom.

He returned moments later, his expression unreadable as he sat beside you. Slowly, carefully, he began cleaning you up—wiping away the mess he had made, making sure every part of you was taken care of.

Then, without thinking, his hands moved to your legs, his thumbs pressing into the sore muscles, massaging the ache away.

You sighed softly in your sleep, your body instinctively melting into his touch, trusting him even in unconsciousness.

And fuck, that did something to him.

He swallowed hard, his gaze drifting over your exhausted form before his fingers trailed lower, over your ankles, down to your feet.

And then—he kissed you there.

A soft, reverent press of lips against your skin, like you were something holy, something untouchable.

His jaw clenched. He hated this. Hated how much he fucking wanted you.

But for tonight, just for now, he allowed himself this moment.This moment of worship, of possession, of something he would never admit.

Taglist - @empath-bunny @gipsonnikki @emptyachingblue @syymplypotter @a-little-funny @chimchoom (comment/dm to get added)

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years ago

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Kid MC: Papa? I'm going to meet Grandpa?

Simeon: Yes. He wants to see you.

Raphael: *walking ahead of them*

Raphael: You seem worried, Simeon.

Simeon: ...

Simeon: No.

Raphael: I've reassured you many times.

Raphael: Father won't do anything.

Simeon: ...

Kid MC: Papa, I'm tired...

Simeon: *chuckles* Here. Papa will carry you. *lifts them up*

Kid MC: *rubbing their eyes, seems to be sleepy*

Raphael: Don't think of heading back. We're already here.

Simeon: I'm not saying anything.

Raphael: But you were about to. I know you, Simeon.

Simeon: Too bad.

Kid MC: Will Grandpa let me sleep?

Raphael: *stern* You should be wide awake when you stood in front of the heavenly father.

Simeon: Raphael.

Raphael: ...

Raphael: Just put them down. Father wants to have a private conversation with them.

Simeon: *hesitates for a moment*

Simeon: ...

Simeon: MC, Papa is waiting for you behind this door. Okay? *smiles*

Kid MC: *smiles* Hm!

Raphael: *opens the door for them*

Raphael: Remember your manners.

Kid MC: *runs into the room*

Raphael: I've just said— *sigh* Nevermind. *closes the door*

Simeon: *his arms crossed* Raphael, I think we should have our conversation elsewhere.

Raphael: What? Are you going to lecture me?

Simeon: I'm glad you know.

Raphael: Simeon, I'm still above you.

Simeon: Why? Are you using that as an excuse?

Simeon: *his face turned serious* I'll teach you how you should act in front of children. Especially to my child.

Kid MC: *looks around* Grandpa?

Kid MC: ...

Theo: I'm here.

Kid MC: Where? I don't see you.

Theo: *chuckles* I'm somewhere in the room. You don't have to look for me. I could see you just fine.

Theo: Instead, Michael will accompany you while he listens to our conversation.

Michael: *appears to their side* Hello~. Still remember me? I'm your Uncle Michael.

Kid MC: Uncle! *goes to hug his leg*

Michael: !!!

Michael: *chuckles* You're quite sweet, young one.

Theo: Michael.

Michael: Yes, father?

Theo: ...

Michael: *smiles to himself* Right.

Michael: MC? Do you know why father have summoned you here?

Kid MC: *shakes their head*

Michael: Well, he has something important to say.

Michael: So you should listen very well and take it to heart.

Simeon: *came back* *expecting MC to come out of the room*

*the door opens*

Kid MC: *slowly walks out of the room*

Simeon: MC? How's your conversation with fathe— *his eyes widened*

Kid MC: *crying* Papa...

Theo: You are a beautiful child, MC.

Kid MC: Thank you, Grandp—

Theo: But not perfect. You have one ugly thing about you.

Theo: Those unsightly horns you have on your head.

Kid MC: What do you mean, Grandpa...?

Theo: Right. You're still young to fully grasp the situation. However, it's best that you understand it sooner.

Theo: MC, you don't belong here.

Kid MC: *has ended up falling asleep in Simeon's arms after crying a lot*

Simeon: *kissing their temple as a way of comforting them*

Simeon: It was Papa's fault. I shouldn't have left your side for even a second.

Kid MC: Papa...

Simeon: ...

Simeon: My child... If they don't want you here, then we'll just have to leave this place.

Mammon: What?! Simeon's coming here?! Why?!

Asmo: What's going on, Lucifer?!

Lucifer: It's for the safety of his child.

Satan: *annoyed* Seriously? We haven't settled yet and there'll be more joining us?

Lucifer: I don't need your opinion on this, Satan. Simeon is still our family.

Satan: Family?? After they banished us?!

Lucifer: *sigh* We'll talk later. *and walks away*

Satan: LUCIFER!!!

Levi: Wow... I understand, Simeon. But isn't it worse here?

Beel: Let's think about that later. We have to make sure Satan isn't going to destroy this room again.

Satan: YOU'RE ALWAYS IGNORING ME!!! I HATE YOU!!! I DESPISE YOU!!!

Mammon: Cool it, man. *sigh* What are we going to do with you when our nibling arrives here?

#obey me #obey me kid mc #obey me simeon #obey me raphael #obey me michael #obey me theo #obey me brothers #the child of sorrow

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raekensluver · 8 months ago

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savage temptations

description: when theodore nott's touch becomes more intense, he creates blending sensations that will leave a lasting impression.

pairing: dark!theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: 18+, Minors DNI, dom!theo, p in v, p in v from behind, unprotected sex, breath play, mentions of blood, spitting, name-calling (slut), overstimulation, squirting.

song rec: if you think i'm pretty by artemis- "if you think i'm pretty, lay your hands on me."

w.c: 1.4k

an: midnight thoughts are what fuel me 😝

theo's lips crashed into yours, a furious storm of passion and urgency. you could feel the stubble on his chin scraping against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. his hands, usually so gentle, now had a firm grip on your face, holding you in place as if he was afraid you might vanish if he let go. your eyes fluttered shut, and you let out a soft gasp as his tongue pushed past your teeth, dancing with yours in a fierce, desperate rhythm.

his touch grew rougher, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushed your legs apart. you felt the heat of his body pressing against you, his hips rolling into yours with an intensity that stole your breath. the sound of fabric ripping filled the room, and you realized he'd torn your lace underwear off. a thrill of fear and excitement shot through you, but you didn't stop him. instead, you reached up, your nails scratching along his back, leaving trails of red in their wake.

his teeth grazed your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a bruise, and you moaned, arching your back. theo's hands were everywhere, touching you in places you didn't even know could feel so good. his breath was hot and ragged in your ear as he whispered dark, dirty words that made your cheeks burn. every touch, every word was like a brand, marking you as his.

his weight shifted, and you felt him position himself at your entrance. without warning, he thrust into you, filling you up in one swift, brutal motion. you cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that echoed through the room. your nails dug deeper into his back, drawing blood this time, but he didn't flinch. he just grunted and pushed deeper, his eyes never leaving yours.

theo's hand slid up to wrap around your neck, his thumb resting on your pulse. he squeezed gently, not enough to cut off your air, but just enough to make you aware of his power over you. your heart raced in response, beating faster as he began to move. every thrust was punctuated by a squeeze, a silent promise that he could take it all away if he wanted to. but he never did. he just held you there, suspended between fear and desire.

you felt your body responding to his roughness, your walls tightening around him, urging him deeper. and with every movement, he whispered, "good girl," in your ear. it was a mantra, a declaration of ownership, a reward for your submission. his voice was gritty with passion, his eyes blazing with a fierce love that seemed to consume him. and as much as it scared you, it also made you feel alive.

theo's grip on your neck tightened, and he leaned in, his teeth capturing your bottom lip in a bruising kiss. "open your mouth," he growled, and you obeyed, sticking your tongue out. without hesitation, he spit into your mouth, and you swallowed it, feeling your arousal spike even higher. it was crude, it was filthy, and it was everything you never knew you wanted.

with a snarl, he flipped you over onto your stomach, your hands planted firmly on the bed for balance. your hips were pushed up high, your body arching back towards him. he slammed into you from behind, and the new angle had you seeing stars. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your cries of pleasure and his grunts of satisfaction.

his voice grew deeper, the words coming out as harsh whispers in his native tongue. "sei una troia," he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. you didn't need a translation to know he was calling you a slut in italian. it only served to turn you on more, the way the words rolled off his tongue, sounding so beautifully wrong. your hips rocked back to meet his, desperate for more.

theo's other hand found your hair, pulling it back in a firm grip. "good girl," he said again, the words sounding almost like a purr. he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin of your shoulder. the pressure built inside you, like a volcano threatening to erupt.

his hand reached around, his fingers finding their way to your clit. he began to rub it in tight, fast circles, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body. you could feel yourself getting wetter, your hips bucking back against him in response. his strokes grew rougher, matching the tempo of his thrusts, and you knew you were close, so close to the edge.

suddenly, your body convulsed, and you squirted, the wetness soaking the bed beneath you. theo's eyes widened with lust, and he swore in italian, his grip on your hair tightening. the feeling was indescribable, a release that washed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. he didn't stop, though, instead using the slickness to drive himself deeper into you, his movements growing more erratic.

with a guttural moan, he pulled out and flipped you over again, so you were facing him. your legs were shaking as he positioned himself between them, his cock glistening with your juices. he slammed back into you, and you could see the hunger in his eyes, the need to claim you fully. your nails dug into the bed sheets, desperately trying to find purchase as he pounded into you, his muscles straining with every thrust.

you whispered through clenched teeth, "i can't, theo, i can't," but he just leaned down, his mouth close to your ear, and whispered back, "you can, tesoro." his voice was a dark promise, a challenge that you felt deep in your core. something within you responded, your body begging for more despite the ache that was building.

his hand slid down your body, his thumb pressing against your clit, and you bit back a scream. the pleasure was too much, too intense, but he didn't relent. "you're so close," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "just a little more." you felt yourself rising again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until you thought you might snap.

then, with a savage snarl, he pulled out, leaving you gasping and empty. "tell me," he demanded, his eyes boring into yours. "tell me you're mine." the room was spinning, your body desperate for release, but you knew what he wanted. you had to give it to him. "yes," you choked out, your voice hoarse from screaming. "yes, i'm yours."

theo's smile was wicked, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "say it," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. "say it like you mean it." and so, you did. "i'm yours, theo. i'm your slut, your good girl." the words were like a password to some hidden part of yourself, and as you spoke them, you felt something inside you unlock, something wild and primal.

his hand moved to your throat again, squeezing just enough to make you feel the throb of your pulse. "good," he murmured, and then he was back inside you, filling you up completely. his strokes were slower now, more deliberate, as if he was savoring every inch of you. your eyes rolled back in your head, and you couldn't help but moan, the sound strangled by his grip.

his free hand snaked up to cover your mouth, muffling your cries as he pumped into you with increasing ferocity. the pressure was building again, a crescendo of sensation that you were powerless to resist. your body was his playground, and he knew exactly how to push you to the brink.

theo's breath grew ragged, his hips moving with a wild, almost desperate rhythm. you could feel the tension in his body, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining as he held himself above you. and then, with a final, guttural moan, he pulled out, his cock spurting hot, sticky cum all over your chest and stomach, painting your skin with his release.

his free hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. he kissed you there, his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "you're mine," he repeated, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "always."

edited 8.27.24

taglist: @nottsangel

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prythiansprincess · 10 months ago

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toxic! theo who is your sworn enemy.

toxic! theo who struts through the castle halls with the other slytherins who you and your gryffindor friends hate with every fiber of your being.

toxic! theo who you get into screaming matches with, hurling insults left and right, and getting underneath each other's skin like no other.

toxic! theo who fights with you during the day but fucks you desperately at night.

toxic! theo who brings other girls to parties that he knows you'll be at just to make you jealous. leaning over to whisper in her ear and gripping her hips with the same hands that left bruises on your skin last night.

toxic! theo who stares right at you as some girl is kissing his neck, smirking because he knows it'll get a rise out of you as if it's not your marks littered all over his throat.

toxic! theo who clenches his fists and glares as you grind against some hufflepuff quidditch player whose name has long escaped you, smiling innocently as you raise your red cup in his direction and wink.

toxic! theo who licks his lips and feels the front of his pants tightening uncomfortably as you down the firewhiskey, wiping the remnants from the corner of your lips and sucking the juices off of your fingers so innocently.

toxic! theo who watches with barely concealed fury, dead eyes blazing as you place your date's hands on your hips, rolling them to the rhythm of the music and putting on a show for the whole party to see.

toxic! theo who gives you a warning look, danger lurking in his eyes as he curtly nods towards the dark alcove behind him, signaling you to follow. he doesn't look back to see if you've obeyed because he knows that you will. you always do.

toxic! theo who has you pressed up against the stone wall, the hem of your short dress hiked up around your waist so he can watch his cock slide in and out of your pretty little cunt.

toxic! theo who roughly tugs at your hair, fucking into you so brutally as he growls out, “think you can tease me and get away with it? you should really know better than to test me, dolcezza. what would your date say if he knew what a little whore you are for me?”

toxic! theo who tenses as you scoff, never balking at his possessive nature. “i’m the whore? you’re the one looking at me while that girl practically ate your face for the whole castle to see. I hope she likes the way my pussy tastes.”

toxic! theo who smirks, knowing that his cockiness will only further infuriate you. “aw, that’s cute. are you jealous, little lion? maybe I should pull back this curtain, hm? show everyone who you really belong to. do your friends know that you let your sworn enemy fuck you in the middle of their party? that you’re so desperate for my cock that you’d beg to ride me where anyone could see us?”

toxic! theo who levels a a challenging look at you, daring you to step out of line as his fingers curl around the thin fabric that separates you from the rest of the party, determination written all over his face because his threats aren’t empty. theo doesn’t give a fuck, he’d be more than happy to expose the two of you right then and there if it means having you all to himself.

toxic! theo who gets a sick sort of thrill as he watches the fire ignite in your eyes, scorching every inch of him with heat as you laugh humorlessly. “oh please, like you aren’t getting off on this too. you’d probably be thrilled if one of your little friends actually walked in on us. mattheo, maybe. he’s hot. I wanna know if he could fuck me better than you can.”

toxic! theo who grips your throat and slams you back, frustration written all over his expression while you merely smile because he’s giving you exactly what you want, indulging in the rough and hateful sex that you’d come to crave. “how many times do I have to fucking tell you? I don’t share. you can play your little games, but at the end of the day, we both know that you’re fucking mine.”

toxic! theo who you probably shouldn’t push, but you still do anyways because this fucked up little dynamic turns you on so much that you’re dripping, soaking him as he glares at you. “am I? perhaps I need a reminder, nott.”

toxic! theo who thrusts into you so roughly, splitting you apart with his cock and gagging your moans with his fingers as he hisses in your ear. “you’re such a fucking brat. i’ll fuck that attitude right out of you, principessa. now shut the fuck up and take it like the good little slut you are.”

toxic! theo who makes good on his promise, railing you until your eyes roll back, making you see stars as you cum with a cry. rough kisses bruising your lips as his hips stutter, spilling into you and filling you with his cum while he curses in italian under his breath.

toxic! theo who pulls out and stuffs all of his cum back inside of you before licking his fingers and tugging your ruined panties back on. “consider that a reminder. feel free to keep dancing with your little date. though I imagine it might be difficult with my cum dripping out of you.”

toxic! theo who smirks in triumph before you raise a brow, holding your chin proudly as you huff. “yeah? watch me, nott.” with every word, his short lived victory deflates as you straighten the front of his shirt with an innocent smile. “oh and if I were you, i’d cover up. wouldn’t want your date finding the marks I left.”

toxic! theo who panics as you pat his cheek, leaning in to leave another bright red kiss print on his skin. “find me when you get bored of that little ravenclaw of yours. maybe i’ll even let you eat my pussy, if you manage not to piss me off for the rest of the night. I always did like the view of you between my legs. it’s the only time you put that smartass mouth of yours to actual use.”

toxic! theo who is swearing up a storm as he watches you strut off, hips swaying side to side as he drips out of you, biting his lip so hard that he’s nearly bleeding when you toss your glossy hair over your shoulder and glance back at him, flashing a triumphant little smile. “night, nott.”

toxic! theo who knows he’s fucked, who knows that he’s going to keep coming back again and again, because he might be toxic but he’s met his perfect match in you. you’re just as crazy and hotheaded and insane as he is and he fucking loves it. theo couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else.

#yes I am insane but i'm tired of pretending like I don't need toxic theo more than air #theo nott #theo nott smut #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #theodore nott smut #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theo nott x y/n #theo nott imagine #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n

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viperify · 3 months ago

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Drabbles | ᴛʜᴇᴏ ɴᴏᴛᴛ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ೃ༄Little Tease.

Short summary: teasing Theo in public will get you nowhere.

Warnings: 18+ only! rough oral m!receiving, slight degradation, jealous!Theo

A/N: just throwing this out here. First time writing for Theo, be nice, thanks.

wordcount: 0,5k

“Yeah, ‘s too much? Can’t breathe? Too fuckin’ bad, amore.” Theo mocks, fingers tangled in your hair as he pushes you down on his hard length, your nose flush against his lower abdomen.

What he is giving you is messy and rough, a not-so-gentle reminder on why you shouldn’t tease your boyfriend, especially not when you are out together with Mattheo.

You are well aware Theo’s got a thing for oral and you had used it against him today. Licking on your ice cream almost seductively, you kept eye contact with your boyfriend, watching him as his expression changed.

By the time you were done, the brunette was blatantly staring you down. Theo soon got up, excusing you two before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you with him. He didn’t speak to you the entire way back to his dorm, even when you tried getting yourself out of trouble—something that wasn’t possible either way once you had pissed him off.

That is also how you ended up in this situation—his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, a mix of low groans, coughing and gagging sounds echoing around the walls of his dorm. “Fuck— open up wider f’me. Gotta feel all of you,” he says, and you obey best you can, relaxing as you let him slip even deeper.

A tear rolls down your cheek at the intensity of his thrusts, mixing with the saliva that has gathered on your chin, dripping down onto your white blouse. This doesn’t go unnoticed with Theo, who pulls out of you, grinning as his gaze lowers to the now more or less see-through fabric. “Dirty girl. Look at the mess you are making of yourself.”

“Y-Mmph” is the only thing you manage to get out before he is back inside of you, shoving his thick length in and out of your mouth.

You look up at him through your lashes with teary eyes, though even with a blurred vision you can make out his slightly drawn-together eyebrows, lips slightly agape as his chest rises and falls. You feel his cock twitch just slightly, sensing he is closing in on his release.

“God— stay like this, let me have you,” Theo growls, his thrusts growing erratic, grip on your hair tightening as he leaves no room for protest from your side. “F-Fuck—“ his hips stutter, and with a low groan, he spills himself down your throat, letting you taste the familiar saltiness of his cum.

“Take it and swallow. All of it, bambina.” The brunette instructs, slowly pulling out of you. You do as he says, all while maintaining eye contact, sticking out your tongue afterwards. Without him having to ask you, you wrap your lips around his still half-erect length, cleaning him off.

His palm wipes over your tear-soaked cheeks then, and he helps you back on your feet. “Never do that again, you understand?”

A subtle grin forms on your face, and you nod, knowing that next time would go just the same way.

#for all my theo stans.#theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott smut #theo nott smut #theodore nott fanfiction #theo nott fanfiction #theo nott fanfic #theodore nott fanfic #theo nott fic #theodore nott fic #slytherin boys #slytherin #harry potter #divider by cafekitsune #divider by plutism

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bettymylove · 1 year ago

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yours

when you can't deny the tension between you and your rival what happens?

pairing: theo nott x reader

content: 18+ mdni, spanking, choking, graphic kissing, p in v, unprotected sex, oral(female receiving).

"Correct, Mr. Nott, five points to Slytherin" your professor had said for the third time in a row and you were practically seething, it was idiotic. You were sure he had devised a trick to give the right answers to tick you off.

The whole class stayed quiet, everyone knew about the fiery hatred you both possessed for each other and the rivalry that came with it.

"State one side effect of pepperup potion?" Snape had stated in a voice that made it clear he wanted nothing to do with what he was currently engaged in.

You knew this one, it had clicked in your brain, clearly showing on your face, the first words were out of your mouth until someone interrupted you midway and that delightful someone was known as Theodore Nott.

You had never given a reason for him to hate you, but you faced the repercussions of it. As a way of pure childish revenge, you had begun hating him too, although you had not one reason to do so.

Soon the class had finished and you were released from being in a state of complete anger. Theo however couldn't stand the sight of you being happy and thus began speaking. "Is our y/n jealous I'm better at potions than her?" he laughed while saying it and he was laughing after it and you being the bigger person decided to ignore it.

It had been the last class of the week and you were ready to be enamored in the weekend party life of an average Hogwarts student.

You were not much for it before, but you had taken a liking to it ever since you realized the only way to forget about Theo and his perfect little face was to get as drunk as a skunk.

Wearing the tightest dress you own was the social expectation, and you obeyed it, and after all you did like the way you looked, fixing your hair just before leaving to make sure it was perfect in every way.

Reaching the common room, you could feel the bass of the music in the pits of your stomach. Going straight for the bar, you picked up a drink, sipping on it while looking around for possible men who could end up in your sheets.

However, your eyes found a sight you decided you weren't fond of looking at, Theodore Nott sticking his tongue down some random Slytherin who by the looks of it was one year below you.

Soon the bass of the music wasn't the only thing you could feel in your stomach, a fiery feeling accompanied it which only grew when Theo met your eyes and winked. That cheeky bastard.

Another rivalry although this time quite different from the one that took place in the classroom earlier that day began. Your eyes landed on Lorenzo Berkshire, and you knew that he would go perfectly with your devious little plan.

He was an acquaintance you had talked to before and you enjoyed his company so it was not completely bad, but you couldn't help yourself from wishing it was someone else.

Quickly reaching his side at the bar you ask for another drink, the same one you had before, and downed it in one go. "Enzo, don't you want to dance with me?"

He laughed a breathy laugh and then tilted his head, "Theo will kill me if I do that" and you tilted your face in the same direction as his letting out a scoff, of course he was ruining your chance with any man you counted to be suitable.

"But I guess a little taste of heaven won't hurt right?" he said after a long pause and you pulled him to the dance floor facing Theo.

An unspoken challenge began between you two, he danced with the girl in his arms as you danced with Enzo. He kissed her, and you tilted your face back so you could capture his lips, although you could see from your not-so-closed eyes that he had stopped and so did you.

Grinding your hips on Enzo, Theo's face had become remarkably red and this time instead of locking eyes with you, he locked it with him and silently told him to go away with a slight tilt of his head and he obeyed.

You whined at the loss of contact and more on the thought that you would lose in the silent battle. However, something else happened before you could think about what happened.

Theo had joined you in dancing, putting his hand on your waist, swaying to the beat until he spun you and when you stopped you crashed right into his chest, not moving you took three deep breaths to calm yourself down. one, two, three.

That so didn't work, you were still flushed and you were entirely sure you could hear his heart beating giving you some kind of reassurance that you weren't the only one feeling like this, like how you weren't supposed to.

Soon, you both locked eyes, and it must have been a while until you blinked, which prompted him to do the same. A sigh left your mouth when his hand was just above your ass. You needed more, and you were fairly certain he was ready to give you whatever you needed.

You joined both your foreheads, lips just about to touch. You wanted him to make the first move, to do something. He tilted his head back and let out a loud groan and you thought that you misunderstood him but soon both of his calloused hands found your cheeks pulling you in.

The most awaited moment of your life had finally come, his lips made you feel like you were an angel who was being given an award for being good.

Soon his mouth opened and his tongue probed at your lips and you granted him entrance, doing the same to him. Forgetting the surroundings you both were in, all you could think about was the man who was in front of you.

"You're even better than I imagined" he broke the silence finally speaking his first words to you that night. You laughed at first, "you dreamed about me?" he nodded tilting his head once more, "Desperately so".

Soon the second kiss broke too, and you were invited by him to his dorm, to which you said yes, after all that happened your body couldn't think about saying no.

His hand found your neck as soon as you entered the room, pinned against the door. The hand pressing harder, and you loved every moment of it.

While kissing you had reached his bed, and you sat on top of him not breaking the kiss. Your kisses trailed downwards to his neck, while he groaned.

Flipping you over, so you were under him he attacked you neck, sucking and nibbling on it, so you were sure it would leave marks.

The dress you had on was abandoned along with your bra, and his shirt and pants were gone as well, you were now laying on the edge of the bed, while Theo was down on his knees.

His tongue entered you and you simultaneously entered heaven, his tongue forming a figure eight in your insides while his nose was repeatedly bumped your clit.

It wasn't long before you came, and it also wasn't long before you were thrown on the bed. Your ass in the air while his hands held yours in a tight grip, which had started to redden.

You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your clit when he asked the question, "Are you sure?" and you said yes.

Slowly, you could feel yourself enveloping him inch by inch until he was all inside you, getting used to the feeling of the slight burn along with the great amount of pleasure you gave him the consent to move.

He started with low thrusts going slowly, which then soon turned to having your face buried in the pillow while getting completely fucked out.

His other hand reached down to your ass slapping it, rubbing it, and then repeating the action. His hand left yours and you grabbed the headboard with your now free hands. He was using his free hand to collect your hair and pull it back which he let go and replaced the hair with your neck pulling you back up to engage you in a kiss.

"Dear god save me, I'm gonna come" you screamed and moaned on the verge of your release. "Even begging satan won't help now," he said in a low voice near your ear, which gave you goosebumps all over.

You had finally reached the euphoric stage, but Theo wasn't stopping, still giving continuous thrusts, until he slowly pulled out and released all over your ass marking you as his.

Laying down, he pulled close to him taking the help of his covers to engulf you both. "You were made for me, weren't you darling?" he said to you while you found a comfortable position to lie in. Kissing his lips you agreed with his statement, "always been yours".

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