#slytherin boy edits

[saintlikelex]

Bunch of goofys 💚

[starzioo]

He’s so Salvatore.

Like oh my god.

[motherearthlovesus]

first theo nott edit eeeeeeee <3333

[myfeetrcolddd]

...why am I here?

Too hot, is what is going through her mind as she tries to rid herself of her unusually warm and heavy blanket. Not only was she too warm, but her head hurt, aching with the memories of the night before, the party, the alcohol.

Groaning, she turned over, trying to stay asleep and simultaneously get that damned blanket off her. It doesn't work, so with a huff she opens her eyes and glares at the ceiling. Only to be filled with horror.

She recognized that ceiling, but it wasn't the one from her room in Ravenclaw tower, no it was one from the dungeons of Slytherin. A ceiling she only knew because of a damned project.

With her mouth agape and her eyes wide she turned her head and saw that there was no blanket on her, only a very underdressed Theodore Nott who had his head in the crook of her neck, his lips pressed to her skin, his arm around her, and his leg between hers and only in a pair of black boxers.

"Oh my gods." She whispered in horror, then took note of her own attire, which was a large tee shirt thrown over her underthings.

Not only was he hardly dressed but he still looked amazing. It was rather infuriating, she imagined she looked like death itself. He always looked rather perfect, even when he was just off the quidditch pitch or walked into class late and had clearly just woken up.

Wrapping her hands around his muscled arm she tried to pry him off her. After a few futile attempts Theo lets out a low growl-like noise that has her freezing all movements. Wrapping his arms tighter around her he pulls her so that he's completely on top of her, covering her completely.

As she tries to wiggle out of his grip it only tightens, "Stop moving." He mumbles, nuzzling into her neck.

"Nott." She warns, "Let go of me."

"I'm trying to sleep." He says, not moving an inch.

"I couldn't care less, Theodore." She grits, trying to ignore how much she likes the feeling of his body against hers, the warmth of it. "Get off of me."

"Mmmh, no thanks." He hums and she huffs, so she grabs him by his hair and drags his face from her neck, she glares at him. "Morning, love." He grins lazily at her.

"How many times will I have to tell you to stop calling me that?"

"Innumerable amount of times."

Her glare hardens, "Get off me." His grin falls and he sighs before flipping them over and holding her to his chest.

"I'm not on you." She let's out a frustrated noise, "Why can't you just enjoy this?" He says into her hair.

"Because I don't remember coming to sleep in your bed," Actually, she was planning to go and crash in Blaise's bed, so she tells him such.

A low noise rumbles from Theos chest, a noise of disagreement. Still, she continues, "So why am I here? And how come you're not in anything, and who the bloody hell changed me?"

"You're here because I'll be damned if I let you sleep in someone else's bed." He grumbles, "As for who changed you, that was all you, you ripped off your dress before the door even closed and I had to give you my own shirt before I saw anything you wouldn't want me to see."

Blushing from embarrassment she forced herself to frown, "And what of you, hmm? What happened to your clothes?"

"I run hot in my sleep." He shrugs.

"Don't I know it." She says with an eye roll. But then she remember the situation she's in and tries to push herself off from the Slytherin. He lets her up, though only enough for her to straddle him, and she feels that thing she's been trying to ignore all morning.

When she tries to get farther than that his hands tighten around her waist and he holds her down.

Staring up at her Theodores eyes are dark and filled with an emotion she was trying not to notice. "You are beautiful, you know that?" He mutters.

This stumps her. Normally Theo would just tease her and make fun of her, never had he ever said anything like that to her. As far as she was aware Theodore Nott didn't know the concept of a compliment.

"I-I- shut up!" She stumbles over her words, flustered by him.

"Afraid I don't know what that means." He says smoothly.

"I'm serious, Nott, let me go." She says, hoping she sounds stern and serious, and not as flustered as she feels, "You can't keep me in bed all day."

"I very much can," He muses, "And I can think of a few things we can do."

So could she, many things she would only dream about, dreams she hated having but kept having them anyway. It was a blessing that Theo had a dorm all to himself, she didn't know what she would do if there were other people in this room. Probably die of embarresment.

Theos hands were large on her waist, his thumbs stroking at her sides, slowly dissolving her resolve.

"Are you thinking about them too?" He smirks and she turns a deep red.

"Let me go."

"No."

"Why not!" She asks, exasperated.

"Because I rather like having you in my arms, in my bed." He muses, "With me."

"Well, I don't like it!" She protests and Theo raises a brow.

"Is that so?" He asks, his tone making her stomach flutter, "Then how come you haven't tried to get out of my grip?" Her attention moves to the fact that he's no longer gripping her waist. She wondered when he had let go of her, her cheeks flamed with embarrassment and she could practically feel him throb beneath her.

"You're ridiculous." She grumbles and goes to get off him once more, his eye seems to twitch at her movement and in one swift move grabs her wrists and flips them over. Her back lands on the bed with a soft thump, her hair spreading around her like a halo as he holds her hands down, pinning them to the sides of her head.

"And you're no fun." There's a tilt to his lips as he speaks and low smooth tone. "Couldn't you just enjoy this morning like a normal person?"

"Can't you let me leave like a normal person?" She huffs and he smirks, moving his hands to lock fingers with her.

"Ouch, don't you know me, princess? I'm not normal."

"You're right, you're more crazy than anything." She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"Mnh, even so early in the morning you're feisty." He grins and lowers himself down, releasing her hands in favor of wrapping them around her waist. "You're lucky I like it." He mumbles, burying his face into her neck. Her scent mixing with his.

"More like unlucky." She grumbles and can't help the yawn that leaves her lips. Without thinking she drapes her arms over his back, one of them landing in his soft hair, earning a hum from him. "Ten more minutes; and don't think this conversation is over." The words aren't as harsh as she'd like them to be, instead they're soft and tired.

Theo chuckles against her neck and she can feel the soft whisper of a kiss he places to it.

[artzyleen]

Sketch I did couple of weeks ago and edited digitally

[sommerregenjuniluft]

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Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier | E | 7163 words | chapter 1/2

This is a story about two boys raised by the sun.

Florida heat, being a teenager, best friends and how falling in love works when you’ve already loved them for as long as you can remember.

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25.3.2024

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[lovebotmo]

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chapter two - moly blossoms

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pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 2589

author's note: i want to thank each and every one of your for the likes and reblogs on my first chapter!!! big smooches to you lil cuties.

song inspiration: japanese denim by daniel caesar

Trailing behind Hermione, you eventually made it to the dungeons where your first Potions lesson of the year awaited. Walking across the threshold of the entrance, you made sure to keep the door open for two of your classmates walking a little ways behind you. The first of the two, Lorenzo Berkshire, flashed a bright smile at you in thanks. The two of you had been friendly over the years at Hogwarts, sharing a number of advanced classes. You had spent a few late nights at the library together cramming for finals, only to celebrate at The Three Broomsticks with a congratulatory butterbeer when you both received prefect scores. Enzo, the nickname he preferred to go by, was an absolute sweetheart and kind friend.  

The second of the pair walked behind his more cheerful friend in stony silence. He muttered a barely discernible, “Grazie,” to you as he passed into the Potions classroom. You caught a whiff of his cologne, something that reminded you of crackling fires, balsam firs, and fresh snow.

His name was Theodore Nott.

In comparison to his friend, you didn’t have much to say to or about him. In fact, Nott didn’t have much to say, well, ever. Among the gaggle of Slytherins he and Enzo hung around, he was the quietest and the most brilliant—often giving Hermione a run for her money for the top spot, especially when it came to Potions. You knew he played on the Slytherin quidditch team, but you hadn’t the foggiest as to which position he occupied. But that was it. You didn’t really know him, only of him.

Realizing you had been standing and propping the door open long after the two boys had walked through, you moved to shut the hefty door. You turned only to see the small number of your classmates huddling around a piece of paper, a list of some kind. As you entered your seventh year, your Potions classes had steadily thinned out as the requirements became increasingly more stringent. Even through Professor Slughorn was more than happy to accept students who received Es on their N.E.W.T.s, Snape’s years of teaching had put many students off the subject. Frankly, you couldn’t blame them.

In your third year, while brewing doxycide, you had made an error in adding wolfsbane essence instead of the required cowbane essence. The contents of your cauldron proceeded to explode on you. The potion was particularly foul-smelling and disturbingly thick; it had also ended up in your eyes. Rather than sending you immediately to the infirmary, Snape had made you clean it up—bloody blind, you might add—before you were on your way to Madam Pomfrey. You had lost ten house points. Safe to say, you loathed the man. You had only agreed to Hermione’s pestering to join her in the advanced courses of Potions because Slughorn had taken the post…and the promise that she would help you should you need it.

Shirking the memory, you moved to Hermione’s side in hopes of seeing what she and the rest of the class were peering at. The parchment in front of you listed out eight pairs of two students—assigned Potions partners for the year.

You quickly pulled Hermione back from the fray by her arm. “You promised you would help me if I took this class with you! Now you can’t even be my Potions partner!”

Hermione batted your arm away. “Oh, please Y/n! No need to be so dramatic all the time. I can still help even if I’m not your partner. Besides you won’t even need it.”

You squinted your eyes at her, “And why is that? Because I’m so bloody brilliant? I’m out of practice and you know that!”

Your reply was met with rolling eyes. “For the love of Godric, Y/n, you’ll be fine. You and I both know you can handle this class.” She paused. “But that’s not what I meant. Didn’t you see who your partner is?”

“Um…no.” In the fuss of realizing you wouldn’t be with Hermione you had failed to check just who your partner would be. “I was a little distracted by the fact that I’ve practically been abandoned—betrayed even—”

Hermione flicked you on the forehead. “Enough with the melodrama. Nott’s your partner. It’ll be grand. He’s… brilliant in Potions.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at her hesitation. If there was one thing Hermione Granger did not enjoy, it was academic competition, something that Nott’s proficiency in Potions promised. “Killed you to say that didn’t it? How does it feel to be one of us mere mortals of average intelligence, ‘Mione—"

Hermione let out a huff before pinching you lightly on the arm. “Oh, shove off. Go to your station, your partner is impatiently waiting. He’s been staring at you for the past two minutes.”

That got you to quickly spin around to meet Nott’s blue-green eyes looking fixedly into your own.

Oops.

You quickly moved away from Hermione and shuffled over to where Theodore stood. Turning to your partner, you tried to make some small talk while waiting for Slughorn to begin class, “I’m guessing you wish you had been paired with Enzo, right?”

Theodore stared at you. He blinked once. Then again. Before replying, “…Right.”

Well, he certainly isn’t one for pleasant conversation. Godric bless the soul that gets stuck talking to him at a cocktail party, you thought to yourself.

“’Spose it won’t be too bad though, yeah? Everyone knows you’ve gotten the best scores in Potions each year—we’ll be alright.” Your attempt at conversation was once more met Theodore’s stoic façade, your efforts to converse metaphorically falling into the awkward silence between you.

Theodore just repeated his monosyllabic reply. “Right.”

Smiling self-consciously, you placed your books on top of your station as you sat down, just as Slughorn finally made an appearance.

Thank Godric for the silly old man.

“Welcome to the second sequence of Advanced Potions! In order to determine if you’ve all properly reviewed your Advanced Potion Making texts over your summer holidays, I’ve crafted a little exercise with the help of Professor Sprout.” Pausing his speech, Slughorn waved his wand, drifting eight blooms of moly flowers to each station. You let out a quiet gasp.

Ever since your third year, moly flowers had been your favorite. First encountering them in Potions while brewing wiggenweld potion, you had become enamored with the gentle and elegant white blooms and its distinctive black stems and leaves that denoted moly flowers. It didn’t escape your notice either that they were able to counteract a number of enchantments, but that fact didn’t measure up to the quiet beauty of the blossoms you had grown to admire. When you wound up in the infirmary after your adolescent explosion of doxycide, Hermione had brought a single stem of a moly flower to your bedside—a feat not easily done. It had involved begging Professor Sprout for some of the moly she grew in the greenhouse.  Despite Professor Spout’s reluctance to part with the blooms, due to the flower’s value, both monetarily and magically, Hermione had successfully commandeered one. Hermione was, for a lack of a better term, ‘that witch.’ And you loved her for it. Hermione’s efforts and that sweet memory had solidified the ardent admiration you had for molies from that moment onward.

One of the blooms floated towards you and gently, you grasped the onyx stem. Lightly touching one of the four pearlescent petals, you smiled at the memory you forever associated them with before someone brought you out of your haze.

“Y/n.” You turned your gaze to your left where Theodore was watching you expectantly.

Shaking your head, you brought yourself back to the present. “Sorry, what was that?”

Your obvious confusion at what was going on seemed to bring the smallest of smirks to Theodore’s lips.

So, he can smile…Interesting.

“We’re meant to identify the thirteen potions moly blooms are used in along with its medicinal capabilities. Think you can handle the task, L/n?” Besides the fact that you were in awe that Theodore could string that many words together all at once, you were stunned at the challenge he seemed to set forth. His tone seemed to question whether you could do anything besides dumbly stare at a flower bloom, completely unaware as to what Slughorn tasked you to do.

The man probably thinks I’m going to slack off since he’s so proficient in Potions. Even if I am not as naturally talented as him at the subject, I am still a good student—with principles, nonetheless! The gall of the man!

You scoffed, placing the flower on the table before turning fully towards the Slytherin. “Please, Nott. Have a little faith. Contrary to your belief, I do know what I’m doing…at least most of the time.”

Theodore picked up the moly bloom from where you had placed down on the table. He gently twirled it in his large hands, which easily dwarfed the small blossom. “Guess we’ll just have to see then, won’t we?” Those stormy eyes returned to your own. It was the first time you had seen them without a veil of indifference.

“Just you wait, Nott. I’m going to be the best Potions partner you’ve ever had.” Theodore raised his eyebrows at your bold conjecture. “Now, hand me a quill and a piece of parchment.”

Later that day, you trudged up to your room with Hermione following behind you. As you were both Muggleborns, you and Hermione had bonded over Muggle fiction over the years; it had brought you closer among the sea of Purebloods and Halfbloods who were more than content to disdain at your blood staus. Over the last summer, you had both agreed to select a book for the other to read. Hermione had already given you her copy of Little Women, so you were eager to give her your battered edition of Wuthering Heights. Chatting about your respective choices of literature, you unlocked the door, eager to flop onto your bed. However, as you neared your bedframe, rest seemed to be the last thing on your mind.

Hermione’s nose was still buried in her gifted copy of Little Women. “I’ve put a couple markers in places I want you to pay attention to. There’s this once instance with Amy, where Laurie just—oof!” Having not noticed your silence and lack of movement, Hermione bumped right into your back. “Sorry, I didn’t realize—wait…what’s that there?”

Hermione’s attention now turned towards the thing resting upon one of your pillows. Her thick brows furrowed as you cocked your head in confusion. The thing was a small bouquet of moly flowers in full bloom. They were carefully bound together by a thin white silk ribbon, perfectly matching the delicate petals. In the afternoon light coming through the windows, the flowers seemed to glisten. The flowers were gorgeous…but why were they here?

You turned to Hermione. “You mean, you didn’t put them there?”

Your friend quickly shook her head ‘no.’ “How could I? I’ve been with you all day, remember?”

You nodded mutely. Hermione was right, there would have been no opportunity for her to put them on your bed, let alone procure them from Professor Sprout. Considering her account of trying to obtain the precious blossoms in your third year, you doubted Hermione would have gone through the trouble without good reason.

You mentally scratched your head. “I suppose you didn’t do it, ‘Mione, but who else?” You gingerly picked up the bouquet, thoughtfully considering the angelic blooms. You gently rubbed the silk ribbon between your forefinger and thumb. “I reckon you’re the only one who knows how much I like them. Did anyone ask you about what flowers I like recently?”

Hermione shook her head. You trusted that Hermione wouldn’t lie, not about something like this. For two of the brightest students at Hogwarts, the pair of you were stumped.  

“Maybe it’s someone from our Potions class—did you mention that you liked them to anyone? To Nott maybe?” At her last question, you couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips. You shook your head.

“Please, Nott spoke all of three sentences to me today and it was the longest conversation I’ve ever had with the guy. Besides, I didn’t mention anything to him.” You handed the flowers to Hermione as you sat down on your bed, hands behind you as you leaned back. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, trying to wrack your mind for who could have possibly sent it, you felt something just under your fingertips. Grasping it and bringing it forward, you found that it was a folded piece of parchment, which you opened slowly, half expecting something odd to pop out given the strangeness of the bouquet’s appearance. Instead, all you found was a note written in handwriting that could only be described as a boyish scrawl. It read:

Y/n,

Moly flowers, for you. Beautiful, for a beauty.

Yours,

Teddy

You reread the note, perhaps ten times, before asking the question on both of your minds, “Who the fuck is Teddy?”

Thirty minutes passed. By now, you had scrounged up a vase to place the flowers in by your bedside. You and Hermione lay sprawled across your bed, trying to solve the mystery of who this elusive ‘Teddy’ was.

“I don’t get it,” Hermione said, “There’s no one at Hogwarts named ‘Teddy.’ It must stand for something. Maybe an acronym. Oh! Maybe a pseudonym or a pen name.” Hermione continued to prattle off possibilities as you stared blankly at the fabric hanging off your bedframe.

Breaking your reverie you conjectured, “Maybe it wasn’t meant for me?” At that, Hermione flicked your forehead for the second time that day. “Ow! Stop that! I think you enjoy doing that a bit too much for my liking. I’m going to bruise.” She gave you a blank look.

“Y/n.”

“…Hermione.”

“Your name is in the bloody note. It’s most definitely intended for you.”

Solid logic, ‘Mione.

“Well, regardless, I haven’t the faintest idea who fancies me, who this Teddy is, or how he got his hands on an entire bouquet of molies,” you said. “Godric knows you had a difficult enough time getting Professor Sprout to part with one blossom, let alone a whole bunch.”

Hermione hummed at that and replied, “He either stole the blossoms from Sprout’s greenhouse, somehow managed to ger her to depart with twelve blooms willingly, or he’s wealthy enough to have purchased them. Either way, he’s gone through a good deal of trouble—possibly literal criminal trouble—to do something sweet for you. Whoever he is, he clearly cares about you.”

Turning to face her, you cheekily replied, “Are you sure this isn’t some grand plot to express your sweet, passionate love for me?” You batted your eyelashes at her, causing her to laugh and hit you with one of the nearby pillows. “Hey! Not near my molies!” You pleaded.

With a mirthful smile, Hermione said, “As much as I love you, I don’t like you enough to go through all that trouble. Sorry!” This time, your hit her with the pillow. The two of you roared with laughter as you swatted and swung at the other with the various pillows on your bed. Eventually the both of you settled down, resting on your bed once more. In the silence, your mind turned once more to the puzzling question at hand.

Who was this ‘Teddy’?

[yanxidarlings]

"they say the wizarding elite aims to have heirs within a few years of each other, so that when they begin attending hogwarts, they can form a gang, a clique, whatever it is, to represent the prosperity of the pureblood circle, to uphold the values of the sacred twenty eight" "didn't nott's grandfather write that list?" "no- well, yes, his father did. but the idea of the wizarding elite predates it. the slytherins have had their heads stuck up their arses since 990 a.d — salazar slytherin himself is who we have to thank for the glorification of pure blood — and so centuries of inbreeding has led to what we now know as the slytherin elite" "so it's like the wizarding nobility then?" "not.. exactly. it used to be, many family's from the sacred twenty eight used to hold very real titles and power, but when the magical government became centralised in the 1700's, they were given hereditary seats on the wizengamont to keep them happy, but the power they once held slowly faded — that was around the time when the concept of slytherin gangs began" "merlins beard, they've been at this for nearly three hundred years? haven't they run out of purebloods to inbreed with yet" "some have, that's why you don't see any gaunts, beowulf's or volants in the group-" "if i'm being honest, they all look like the same stuck up gits, you absolutely positive some pureblood lady didn't just pop out fifteen of them at once" "there's only nine, malfoy and zabini are pretty distinguishable from the others, but you do have a point, i'd bet my left leg they're all at least fifth cousins" "how do you know so much" "i read you know, and people watch" "a'right then, which one is which" "why do you want to know so much? that's... caster rosier, best avoid him, apparently by the third year he had dated all of slytherin house" "you're kidding, right" "and then he moved on to hufflepuff and ravenclaw, but i suppose that's what happens when rita skeeter raises you" "rita skeeter? poor bloke" "and he does nothing but gossip, we once had to work together for a potions project and i mentioned that i had a cough and he started a rumour that i had mono" "i take that back, stuff him" "and he's supposed to be one of the nice ones. the one sitting next to him, pollux black, is the biggest prick i've ever had the displeasure of meeting, bumped into him once on my way to herbology, the bloody bastard has had it out for me ever since, calls me every foul word you could imagine, told me i was better off dead, i think i'm the reason he's started bullying you as well" "i thought i was getting bullied by one of the riddles" "you probably are — if he hits, it's mattheo riddle, if he snitchs, it's draco malfoy, if he's rude, it's pollux black, if he ignores, it's blaise zabini, and if he smokes, it's theodore nott. berkshire, greengrass and rosier are the 'nice ones', by slytherin standards" "which is the one with the punchable face?" "eulalio greengrass" "i was paired with astoria greengrass in transfiguration the other day, and messed up the spell, which cost us the grade, you know what he did when she went crying to him? broke my fucking wand" "i thought you said you stepped on it-" "he threatened to have me kicked out of hogwarts if i told anybody!" "that's just how those people are, think they're above everyone else because of their blood status and house. i think berkshire is the only one with redeemable qualities" "which one is that" "are you faceblind-"

[saintlikelex]

I just love them sm ☺️

Merry Christmassss Eveeee 🥰

[suugarbabe]

Hi I was wondering if you could possible do one where Theo and Enzo have begged the reader all week to help them study for their owls but she has refused saying it’s their fault for not taking their classes seriously, so they sneak in her room looking for her notes and instead find a box with dirty romance novels and her toys?

You can choose how the ending goes, smut or no smut whatever your comfortable with, thank you ❤️

thanks for the request lovie! (sorry it took so long) 18 + MDNI

The two Slytherin boys were doing their best at what they considered whispering as Theo quietly mumbled the spells to unlock your door. "I swear to Godric, Theo, if she catches us I'm hanging your arse off the astronomy tower." Enzo was grumbling through his teeth as he peeked his head into your room, glancing around and making sure the room was as empty as Theo guaranteed him it would be.

"Don't be a pussy, Berkshire. Just find the notes so we can duplicate them and get out of here." Theo walked toward your desk, starting to shuffle through the parchments on top. He pointed Enzo toward your bookshelf, telling him to 'make himself useful and help him look'. Enzo grumbled, picking through your books and the different pages stuffed into random textbooks.

Theo moved on to the draws of your desk, essentially emptying the contents of each as Enzo moved around the room, trying to at least look like he's being helpful. Which is how he found himself lazily sitting on the edge of your bed and digging through the drawers of your nightstand. He found the top drawer very boring, but different vitamin and glamor potions, your sleep mask and most other miscellaneous items.

Opening the drawer underneath it had him pausing. In this drawer there was a box and a small stack of books whose covers looked a little...steamy. "Uh, Theo...you might want to come look at this." Enzo took the box from the drawer, setting it atop your bed before grabbing the stack of books and spreading them out. "What is it, Enz, did you find the notes?"

Theo walked over, eyes growing wide and a smirk growing on his face as he took in the books Enzo had laid out. Each cover had a different couple on them, and on each cover the male had his mouth on some part of the woman while her head was thrown back, mouth agape clearly in pleasure. Theo picked one of the books up, flipping open to a random page and started to read out loud.

"His hands ghosted down her sides, fingertips teasing her skin as goosebumps rose in their wake. 'You look so perfect like this, laid out and bare, just for me.' His hand dipped between her legs, a finger gliding through her heat and gathering the wetness that pooled there. Brining his finger to his mouth, he sucked it cleaned, moaning as he did so. 'Oh, darling, I'm going to devour you.'" Theo let out a school girl giggle, "Our little y/n/n is reading porn. What a dirty fucking bird, you think she wacks off to this stuff?"

Theo held the book up, finger still holding the place of the page he was just reading. Enzo scrunched his nose, "Do girls wack off?" Theo rolled his eyes, "I mean, whatever it is they do to get off on their own. What's in here, hmm?" Theo flicked the top of the box off and on to the bed. At this, both his and Enzo's mouth's fell open in slight shock.

Inside the box were your private things. Enzo grabbed hold of a silicone toy, it was about four inches, the end larger and rounder than near the handle, with an extra bit hanging from the top, "What the bloody hell do you think this does?" Theo couldn't help the smirk gracing his face. "Enzo, my boy, that," he pointed his finger at the object in Enzo's hand, "and those," he pointed towards the box that held a few more items, "are how she wacks off."

Enzo's eyes grew wide, looking from the object in his hand, to the others in the box. "You mean this goes," Enzo made a swooping motion with his hand, his eyebrows shooting up. "Yes, Enzie, that goes inside of me. And it vibrates too," you flicked your wand in the doorway, the object in Enzo's hand giving off a low hum, causing him to drop it immediately. Theo's mouth immediately began moving, trying to explain himself and his friend.

"Y/n/n, we're sorry we were just-, and then we found-, you see, it was an accident," Theo's face wore an uncomfortable smile that he was trying to pass off an innocence. You walked slowly further into the room, not breaking your gaze as you picked up your toy from the bed and placed it back inside the box. Both Enzo and Theo had yet to move, watching your movements meticulously, essentially awaiting some sort of hex for digging in to your personal belongings.

You gathered the remaining books on your bed, stacking them back in the drawer Enzo had taken them from. Turning round you faced Theo, quickly grabbing the book from his hand. You held it open, eyes scanning the page. You shut the book abruptly, both boys jumping slightly at the action. A devilish smirk adorned your face as nervousness spread throughout the boys. "So, which page did you want to do?" Theo's eyes widen, glancing at Enzo then back to you, "W-what?"

Slowly, you began unbuttoning your blouse, "I said," you pulled your blouse off your shoulders, letting it slide down your arms, "which page...do you want to do." You slid your skirt down your legs, leaving you clad in just your bra and panties. Enzo's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "Oh don't be shy now boys, you were so curious just a moment ago."

Theo grabbed the book from your hands, flipping through the pages before stopping. He turned the book in his hands, pointing to a page. You leaned down, scanning it quickly before giving him a quick wink, "Cheeky." You climbed on to the bed, getting on to your knees as you faced them both. Slowly, you reached up behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall down your arms before tossing it to the floor.

Their eyes only grew wider. "Bloody fucking hell," Enzo's mouth felt completely dry while Theo's eyes never left your chest. You laid down on your back, sliding your panties down your legs. "Are you guys going to join me, or are you just going to watch? Personally, I'm fine with either." You let out a shaky breath as you dragged a hand down your chest, dipping it between your legs.

As you spread your legs wider, slowly dragging your finger through your wetness. You let out a gasp, being slightly more exaggerate than need be. In an instant both boys were ripping off their clothing, Theo nearly tripping trying to get out of his trousers. Enzo got to your first, his mouth leaving hot and sloppy kisses across your chest. You ran your hand along his abs, groaning at the feeling of the divets and muscles before wrapping your hand around his hardening cock, giving him a few strokes.

"Fucking hell, Angel," he mumbles against your chest, tongue swirling around your hard nipples and Theo settled between your legs. "Oh, dolcezza...such a pretty little cunt, hmm?" You glanced down at Theo just as he flattened his tongue, taking a long lick between your folds before delving his tongue into your hole. "Oh my fuck, Teddy," your hand shot to his head, fingers tangling in his soft brown locks.

Enzo's lips were on your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth and leaving harsh bruises. His breath was hot on your skin as he whispered in your ear, "Gonna have to stuff your mouth full, Angel. Don't wanna hear a name fall from your lips unless it's mine." You groaned, hips bucking as Theo sunk two fingers into you, his lips attaching themselves to your clit.

Enzo got on his knees, tapping your cheek with an open palm. Turning your head you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue. Enzo tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue before sliding his dick into your mouth. You did your best to relax your throat, trying to fit as much of him in your mouth as possible. "Merlin, Angel, it's like your throat was made from my cock." You tore your hand from Theo's hair to wrap it around Enzo, pumping what wouldn't fit in your mouth.

Theo separated himself from your cunt with a lewd sucking sound, kissing the insides of your thighs before sitting up, giving himself a few good pumps. "Think you're ready for me, dolcezza? Want us to fill you up at both ends?" You gave a slight nod, the best you could with Enzo pumping his cock in and out of your mouth.

Theo braced himself with your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh and spreading your legs wide open. He pushed the tip of his cock through your folds, a low groan escaping his lips as he sank deeper and deeper into your cunt. "Fanculo a me," Theo threw his head back as a series of Italian curses left his throat. Each thrust of his hips caused a fire to stir in your belly, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot with a delicious rhythm.

Each thrust also had you jolting slightly, causing you to deepthroat Enzo's cock. "Fucking hell, mate, keep that pace on her and I'm gonna fill this pretty little mouth," Enzo brush a thumb along your bulging cheek as a moan rippled through your throat. The vibrations against him causing his fingers to tangle through your hair like a vice. "You close, Angel?" Enzo spoke in breathy moans. He was close if the twitch of his cock against your tongue was any indicator.

"Oh she's close, mate. Pussy's got a vice grip on my fucking cock, isn't that right, dolcezza?" Theo's thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles, the fire in your belly getting tighter and tighter. The best response you could give was a moan around Enzo. "Fuck, c'mon, Angel, let go for us, then we'll fill you up. You can do it, go 'head."

It was like his permission was all your body needed, the rubber band snapping as your orgasm rushed over you. Enzo pulled himself from your mouth as a loud and near pornagraphic moan left your lips as Theo buried himself to the hilt, sheathing himself inside you as he spilled himself deep within your walls. He continued his assault on your clit, letting you ride out your high as he did his own.

Enzo gave his cock a few pumps before covering your tits in his release, his breaths short and rapid as he held onto your bedpost for stability. "Fucking Salazar, I don't know how that happened, but it was amazing," Enzo had a boyish grin on his face and you couldn't help but giggle. With a flick of his wand Theo cleaned the three of you up before settling down, his head laying on your stomach.

Enzo settled behind you, you leaning against his chest while his arms were wrapped around your shoulders. You played lightly with Theo's hair as he finally spoke up, "If I had known this would happen, I would've snuck into your room and dug through your stuff months ago, dolcezza." You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Next time though, you guys need to switch. I need to see what Berkshire's big mouth can do between my legs."

Both boys' heads snapped toward each other before glancing back to you, their question in perfect unison. "Next time?"

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posting an edit here to see how it does

[myfeetrcolddd]

Say Please

The word 'Please' was foreign to Theodore Nott, he never needed to say it because he always got what he wanted, and with all things said he was never rejected.

When Theo had set his sights on the girl of the week his friends hadn't been surprised, they only figured it was a matter of time before he noticed the girl, she was beautiful, stunning, like she was blessed by the gods themselves, and she seemed oh so innocent. And they all knew Theo liked the idea of ruining seemingly innocent things.

What none of them, all but Pansy it seemed, had expected, was for her to reject Theo. Not that she wasn't capable of it, Theo had technically been rejected plenty of times, but it was all by girls who were trying to play hard to get, and at first Theo had told himself it was just that, her playing hard to get.

But a week passed and she was still rejecting him, rolling her eyes and scoffing at the sight of him, and Theodore was becoming effectively obsessed with her, and everyone saw it, everyone but her it seemed.

"Get lost, Nott." She scowled at him as she tried to walk around him.

"Can't, I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame." He said and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure there are plenty of things you can't do, like take no for an answer. Now, get out of my way." She shoved past him and shook her head, "Bloody prick." She mumbled to herself, and despite herself she glanced back to see if he had walked away, but instead she found him staring after her he faraway look on his face.

She looked straight ahead and tried not to think much of it.

It'd been a week of this, of him following her around the school like a dog on a leash begging her to even talk to him and her trying her best to ignore him.

She hadn't expected him to be like this, to be so persistent, everyone knew about Theodore Nott and his habit of going from girl to girl without a second thought. She had always disliked the way girls were always falling at his feet, how he never had to ask for it, for the girl to even look his way let alone consider do things with him.

If he wasn't such a man whore Y/N was sure she would have already done things with him, because she'd be dumb not to admit he was hot.

She was in one of the farther corners of the library, hiding from the messy haired Slytherin boy. And she was thinking about how, throughout the past two weeks, Theo hadn't even actually said the magic word, he never said please.

She smirked to herself, and decided that she would finally put both herself and Theo out of their misery.

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"So you've finally decided to talk to me?" Theo smirked at the girl who stood in his door frame.

"Can I come in?" She asked, and he nodded. So she walked in and closed the door behind her. "You know, Theo," She said lowly, her voice filled with lust as she walked slowly around around him like a vulture circling its prey. "I always thought you were quite nice looking."

"You flatter me, princess." He said, breathlessly, waiting for her to initiate something.

"I know." She smirked at him, coming to stand right in front of him, "But i realized something earlier," She stepped closer to him, "You've never, not once, in the past two week, said please." Soon she was so close that if he really wanted he could just lean down and kiss her.

Theo found himself leaning in, and he was only a breath away from her lips when she pressed a finger against his lips, keeping him from kissing her. "Nuh uh" She tutted and pushed him back towards his bed, forcing him to sit down so she could look down at him.

She let her fingers trace the outlines of his face. She leaned down and started to kiss his neck, sucking and licking and going lower. The reached to grab her hips, but she stopped him and stopped all together. "No touching, only if you say please."

Theos eyes darkened and he growled slightly, she grinned. "C'mon Theo. Say it." She teased him, rubbing his bulge and kissing his neck. She could see him making fists with his hands, stopping himself from touching her. "Just one simple word and we'll both get what we want." I whispered, nipping at his ear.

"God," He groaned, and his hands were on her and soon she was flipped onto her back on Theos bed with him above her, "Please." He said, his voice raspy and dripping with lust, she grinned at him before she pulled his head down and smashed his lips onto hers.

She could feel his hands feeling everything, anything, and soon his mouth wasn't on her lips, but they were on her neck, the soft spot behind her ear, her collar bone, her breast, and down, down, down.

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poppy being her sweetest self

@espressoristretto-patronum here you go 🫴🏻🌼