#stalker!theo nott

[motherearthlovesus]

stalker!theo moodboard but you’re already in a relationship with someone else and he will do everything in his power to sabotage it

again, inspired by @nottsangel ‘s version on stalker!theo

[evaslytherpuff]

Oh my!!!🥵

THEODORE NOTT'S EYES STARED INTO YOUR FIGURE as you were seen laughing with some Gryffindor bloke who was shooting his best attempt at flirting with you, his girl. You didn't know it yet but you were his. His hand clutches his glass, the pressure bound to break it as his once nonchalant eyes morphed into fury and rage, and mostly possession. You didn't get it did you? After all the boys who mysteriously went missing after talking to you or trying to pursue you, you still didn't get that you were his and that he wouldn't stop. Hell, he was tempted to gouge out the eyes of every male in the school, including his friends. Theodore was going to make you his, the easy way or the hard way. You were going to be his.

[nottsangel]

Now hear me out, Stalker!Theo seeing y/n touch yourself in her dorm room for the first time?

it is so, so risky. one sound and he’s fucked. but he’s too entranced to even care as he stares at you with your delicate hand between your pretty legs, rubbing your aching clit at a slow pace, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy. he almost can’t believe it— you look so heavenly, and your moans sound like those of a sweet angel. he caught fleeting glimpses of your stunning body before, but this? you, blissfully unaware, fully naked on your soft bed, masturbating merely inches away from theo? this is more than he could ever wish for. how did he get so lucky to have ‘found’ an invisibility cloak? he will return it to its rightful owner, eventually. but right now, he has far more important things occupying his mind.

he can feel his entire body react instantly to the breathtaking scene unfolding before him— his breathing becomes rapid and shallow, his heart rate increases and the blood in his veins surges towards his cock, which grows fully erect in merely a matter of seconds. so fuckin’ beautiful. one day, you’ll be all mine. theo thinks to himself, his hand slowly wandering towards his hard, throbbing cock, begging to be touched as he palms himself over his tight pants. he attempts to mirror your rhythm, his hand moving in synchronisation with yours as if an invisible, irresistible connection binds you both.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, feels— feels so good.” you moan softly with your mouth agape as your fingers speed up, legs instinctively spreading even wider, giving theo an even better view of your glistening, dripping cunt. and that’s when he completely loses control— shattered, ragged breaths uncontrollably escape from his lips as a warm, wet patch starts forming on his pants.

“oh, fuck.” he mutters softly under his breath, for two reasons— first, he has just come in his fucking pants. but second, and far more alarming, your eyes snap wide open and lock in fear on the exact spot where theo’s standing. he anxiously holds his breath, but luckily for him, you quickly brush it off, thinking it must’ve been your mind playing tricks on you while you were too focused on nearing your release, so you move your hand back to your aching core, and continue where you left off. that’s my girl.

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[theostrophywife]

Theo + crush pls <3

crush | theo nott ♡

theo with a crush is intense.

with his dead eyes, he'd stare at you across the room with absolutely no shame. making you wonder if he's staring or glaring.

you'd be in class answering the professor's question when you feel those watercolour eyes piercing into you. or sitting in the great hall eating and laughing with your friends only to look up and see a certain slytherin watching you intently. or reading underneath the willow tree in the courtyard and sneaking a glance at the dark haired boy smoking by the stairs to find theo already looking at you.

despite what everyone else thinks, theo's actually quite introverted and reserved. he learns by observing. he watches you. reads your body language. gauges what you like and dislike by your expression.

in class, he'd start interacting with you more. he'd mutter sarcastic comments under his breath because he knows it makes you smile. he'd lean in close when he's handing you back your quill because he know how flustered you get. he'd fetch the ingredients from the tallest shelves and place them on your desk cause he knows you can't reach and that you're too shy to ask.

as soon as you start getting more comfortable around him, he knows its the right time to make a move.

this man is a mastermind. he knows what he wants and he gets what he wants.

he'd come up to you while you're reading under your designated spot and casually bring up the fact that he's going to a book release in hogsmeade that weekend—the same book you've been raving to your friends about for weeks.

"that's my favorite series."

"is that so?" he'd ask with a little smirk. acting like he didn't already know this information. "well, it just so happens that I have a plus one. would you like to come with, dolcezza?"

"i'd love to, theo."

[slytherinsrule89]

them as your stalker !!!

Here you go lovely :) sorry it took so long

Tom

So many pictures of you in his dorm

Watching you 24/7 whether it be through cameras or in person

You won’t be able to catch him unless he wants you to

He’ll know more about yourself than you do

If you’re struggling in class he will become your tutor within minutes just so he can spend more time with you

Watches you sleep quite frequently

After stalking you for so long he ends up kidnapping you and keeping you all to himself

Blaise

He wants you to know he’s your stalker

Constantly leaving you notes and flowers so that you’ll know he has access to your room

Even when you do find out he keeps it up ignoring all your threats to tell someone

Steals your clothes just so he can smell you all the time

Mostly your underwear

He’ll watch you through your window most times

Even going as far as putting a peephole in your bathroom

Theo

Insanely good at being low radar

He’d never talk to you in person before so when you realize you have a stalker you don’t even take him into consideration

He buys you clothes and small gifts, leaving them in your dorm all the time

Just like Tom he has like a collage of pictures of you

Always watching you across the Great Hall but somehow never gets caught doing so

He’ll also write you beautiful love letters leaving them everywhere for you to find

Mattheo

Mattheo makes it quite obvious he’s stalking you

Always asking you about things you’ve never told anyone

Catching him staring 24/7

At first you just assume he’s got a small crush on you but as time goes on you realize it’s much more

You started finding small cameras in your bedroom and bathroom

Pictures of you were left in your dorm, ones where you thought you were alone at the time

You also started noticing that most of the boys that talk or flirt with you end up in the hospital wing, all except Mattheo

Enzo

Now Enzo on the other hand is very inconspicuous

You and him become friends and you end up talking about your stalker

He’s very kind and listens to you like he’s not the one who’s been stalking you

And when you bring up things that might get him caught he changes it up real quick so you don’t find out

He says he’ll instal cameras for you dorm so you might be able to catch them but really those cameras are just so he can watch you as much as possible

[finalgirllx]

confession: i haven’t been fully broken by theodore nott. mattheo and enzo have had a chokehold on me for months and yes, i liked theo, but he hadn’t ever bodied me yet.

i fear that my resistance is dwindling.

more theo edits may be coming soon. i’m fighting.

[lorenz0servant]

You’re his stalker...

stalker behaviour

kinda short (sorry!).

maybe TW?

(i have been so busy with school so sorry if this is a bit bad😭)

Theodore Nott, the enigmatic Slytherin boy with tousled dark hair and brooding eyes, had captured your attention since the moment you stepped into the grand halls of Hogwarts. Known for his charm and quiet confidence, he effortlessly drew the admiration of his peers, yet you found yourself drawn to him in a way that went far beyond mere infatuation.

Though your paths had never truly crossed, your feelings for him grew deeper with each passing day. You became a silent observer, following him through the bustling corridors and concealed corners of the castle, your heart racing at the thrill of being close to him. In the dim light of the library, you would watch him engage in witty banter with his friends, the way he tilted his head back with laughter or frowned in concentration over a difficult text.

Driven by a mixture of admiration and shyness, you took to leaving little tokens of your affection. You slipped handwritten notes into the pockets of his robes, each one a confession of the emotions building inside you, though you dared not sign them. Small, thoughtful gifts began to appear on his bed—an antique quill, a rare book you thought he might enjoy, or a potion ingredient you knew he needed for his studies. Each item carefully wrapped and left as a small mystery for him to discover.

As the months rolled on, you chronicled your secret obsession in your diary. With flourish and youthful exuberance, you penned your thoughts and fantasies, weaving tales of how he might one day notice you, of the conversations you could share, and of the laughter that might echo through the halls if only he knew your heart belonged to him.

However, despite your efforts to remain undetected in the shadows, Theodore began to sense an unseen presence trailing him. He would occasionally glance over his shoulder, furrowing his brow as an inexplicable sense of being followed tugged at his mind. Yet, he could never quite figure out who this mysterious admirer was, lost in the throng of friends and admirers surrounding him. The cat-and-mouse game between the two of you danced on the edge of the possible, pulling you deeper into the labyrinth of your unspoken longing.

Today was his quidditch game.. you constantly left messages in dark red lipstick on his locker before the game so he could see, it was about 6 am before everyone was up, you put on your hood and your Hogwarts robes, you snuck out of the castle too the quidditch locker rooms, slickly and quietly stepping through the locker room, you had approached his locker and unlocked it, of course, you knew the locker code, he alter it every time but you always figured it out.. you grab your lipstick out of your pocket and take off the lid, you begin to write out in cursive “May fortune favour you” but then you hear the locker room door open. You looked back and saw that gorgeous face of his.. but you had to go QUICKLY then he called out “Hey you!? You're the one who’s been stalking me” as soon as you heard that thick Italian accented voice you ran, you saw an open window that would let steam out from the locker room showers. You vaulted up and mounted out the window, you heard his quidditch bag drop and he chased after you, as he sprinted behind you, you ran directly towards the black lake, he got closer and closer but you kept running, you reached the dock that was forbidden for people to even dip their fingertips in the waters because of the selkies but you couldn’t risk being caught.. so you dived into the black lake. You started to hear the selkies making screeching sounds and it was unbearable but you had to escape, you swam all across the black lake as the selkies were grabbing your ankles, you were running out of oxygen, you had reached the other side of the lake and gasped for air, you looked back and had no sight of that handsome boy Theodore, you coughed up water then stood up and began to walk back to the castle, the back corridors so you wouldn’t get caught.

Later in the day at the Quidditch stadium, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement, the stands filled with fans clad in house colours, all eagerly awaiting the match to begin. You were feeling quite comfortable in your freshly dried robes, which clung to you just as snugly as your earlier ones. A camera was gripped tightly in your hands, a trusty companion on your clandestine mission to capture Theodore’s every move on the pitch. Over the past few weeks, you had amassed an extensive collection of photographs, each click of the shutter documenting his athletic prowess, much to the chagrin of your friends who teased you about your “stalker” tendencies.

As the horns blared to signal the start of the game, a thrill ran down your spine. You lifted your camera, thumb poised over the shutter button, and began capturing the action. Your heart raced as Theodore soared through the air on his broom, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow on his figure as he darted skillfully across the pitch. Intent on your task, you lost track of time, snapping away as the game roared into motion.

To better conceal your identity, you pulled your hood up, hoping the shadows would hide your face. But just as you focused on capturing a particularly dynamic shot of Theodore zooming past, you felt a shift in the air. Glancing up, you locked eyes with him for a brief moment. His expression flickered from concentration to surprise, and you could see the realization dawning that someone had been taking far too many pictures of him. You felt heat rise to your cheeks; it was a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline.

Thrumming with urgency, you noticed that his distraction had affected his team’s performance. Points were being lost to the rival team as they soared ahead, and you couldn't suppress a pang of guilt. Panic surged through you when Theodore's gaze intensified, and before you knew it, instinct took over. You sprang to your feet, adrenaline fuelling your escape as you rushed down the bleachers, desperate to avoid confrontation.

“Hey! Get back here! I know it’s you, stalker!” his voice rang out, cutting through the cheers and groans of the crowd. Lee Jordan, the commentator, caught on and began narrating the unfolding drama with great enthusiasm, adding fuel to your embarrassment.

In a burst of speed, you dashed towards the castle, your heart pounding in your chest. The heavy thud of Theodore's footsteps echoed behind you, urging you to run faster. Your hood threatened to slip off, but you clung to it, determined to remain hidden. You darted through the grand entrance of Hogwarts, the familiar stone walls offering a mix of comfort and trepidation as you weaved through the dimly lit corridors.

Finally, in a moment of desperation, you spotted an empty broom closet, a sanctuary amid the chaos. You slipped inside, the air thick with the aroma of wood polish and old broomsticks. Heart racing, you pressed yourself against the cold wall as Theodore's footsteps thundered past the door, echoing in the silence that followed. You exhaled deeply, relief washing over you as you realized you had evaded him—at least for the moment.

(if you guys want something more just say something!! i will gladly take any opinions!)

[xoblondie]

The winner will be out tonight <3

I spent all last night editing this one, my shorter blurb and a Theo fic 😼

[deadghosy]

SLYTHERIN BOYS MASTERLIST

(Ordered by post date/hogwarts legacy is included)

HARRY POTTER

🐍 If you missed the hoop while playing basketball

🐍 Platonic Slytherin boys with a keeper friend

🐍“I’m allergic to bullshit”

🐍 Reacting to you saying “you’re gonna pass out”

🐍 React to you saying “someone is staring”

🐍 Taking an ugly picture of them

🐍 Reacting to you clogging up their toilet

🐍 React to you being outside despite being allergic to mosquitoes

🐍 React to you passing out

🐍 Reacting to you oversleeping

🐍 Curly hair! Reader (poc friendly)

🐍 React to you giggling at your phone

🐍 Platonic Slytherin boys with adhd friend

🐍 The type of drivers they are as memes

🐍 Texting them “I think someone is following me”

🐍 When someone tries to bully you

🐍 How they react to you saying “I’m hungry”

🐍 React to you driving crazy

🐍 React to you saying “I hate you” to them

🐍 Reacting to you saying “ima kill myself”

🐍 Mattheo with a male roommate pt.1

🐍 Mattheo with a male roommate pt.2

🐍 Coquette! reader

🐍 Reacting to you being a telepathic/having telekinesis

🐍 Best friend! Mattheo headcannons pt.1//pt.2//pt.3

🐍 Modern Slytherin boys with a male figure skater

🐍 Chaos magic user! Reader

🐍 Platonic modern Slytherin boys with an insomniac male roommate

🐍 Reacting to you dancing alone

🐍 Reacting to you falling asleep during a movie

🐍 Percy Jackson! Reader w/mattheo

🐍 Reacting to m! Reader shaving

🐍 Platonic high! mattheo

🐍 High Theo x reader

🐍 You being scared awake by thunder

🐍 Slytherin boys when they miss you

🐍 Werewolf M.R, T.N, & L.B

🐍 How they would pick you up

🐍 Crybaby! Mattheo

🐍 Teddy-T.N

🐍 Vlogger! Mattheo pt.1//pt.2

🐍 Slytherin boys w/ blind!reader

🐍 July 4th with the Slytherin boys

🐍 Reacting to you falling face first

🐍 Reacting to you falling asleep to them talking

🐍 Reacting to you doing a back flip

🐍 Fanboy! Slytherins with a singer!reader

🐍 Owl!reader

🐍 French!reader getting hurt

🐍 Slytherin boys with witch beauty gf

🐍 Vampire mattheo

🐍 Vampire Tom

🐍 Reacting to their boyfriend having scars

🐍 Ghostface! Mattheo

🐍 Being mattheo’s childhood friend to lover: male version//female version

🐍 Mattheo (fem!reader) during your birthday

🐍 Slytherin boys with a black fem!reader who tall like Megan thee stallion

🐍 Reacting to you crying

🐍 Reacting to m!reader picking them up

🐍 Stalker!Mattheo

🐍“A love that burns.” Poet!mattheo

🐍 Summertime with mattheo riddle

🐍 Being best friends with Lorenzo

🐍 Beach days with Theodore Nott

🐍 Theodore Nott being your yandere best friend

🐍 Sugar daddy!Tom headcannons

🐍“All men are shit..except for you” SB reacting to you saying this

🐍 Old money!Theodore Nott headcannons + moodboard

🐍 Reacting to reader being a manipulator

🐍 Hoodie stealer-Mattheo

🐍 Toxic!theodore nott banners

HOGWARTS LEGACY

🐍 Platonic Ominis headcannons

🐍 Platonic Sebastian headcannons

🐍 Werewolf Sebastian & Ominis x reader

🐍 Sebastian & Ominis with a merfolk! Reader

🐍 Loverboy! Modern Sebastian headcannons and imagines

🐍 Platonic sliver trio headcannons

🐍 Ominis with a hufflepuff lover

🐍 Platonic brotherly headcannons with Sebastian and m!mc

🐍 Chaotic modern Sebastian headcannons

🐍 Ominis x blind!reader headcannons

🐍 Modern platonic Sebastian headcanons with m!mc

🐍 Chaotic modern sliver trio headcanons & imagines

SIBLING! READER

🐍 React to sister! Reader dating

🐍 React to their little sibling falling in their dorm

🐍 Sister!reader on her first period

🐍 Riddle brothers with a sister having a Mandy personality

🐍 Baby! Reader taking their first steps

🐍 Modern au riddle brothers with a little sibling

🐍 Reacting to eating their food

🐍 Baby sibling falling asleep on them

🐍 Reacting to sibling reader crying/bullied

🐍 Reacting to sibling reader ignore them

🐍 Draco with a twin gryffindor sister

🐍 Reacting to little sibling cling to them after holiday

[urfavfrenchgrl]

the stalker

Draco Malfoy x F!Reader ᥫ᭡ words: 5k

ᥫ᭡ warnings: 18+ | SMUT | MDNI | p in v

ᥫ᭡ summary: Draco offers his help after discovering you're the victim of a stalker Notes: been dreaming of this last night and had to write it lmao, enjoy ;)

You were on a week-long class trip for History of Magic, hoping that some distance from the castle would mean a break from the stalker who had been bombarding you with messages. But you couldn’t escape him—each message was more relentless than the last, and despite your efforts to ignore it, his words crept into your thoughts.

Tonight, at dinner, the tables were packed with students buzzing with excitement. There was nowhere else to sit, so you set your tray down beside Draco Malfoy, trying to ignore the lively conversation between him and his friends. Draco Malfoy had captured your attention since fifth year, though he was never the type to be easily approached, always surrounded by his friends Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott. You had long given up on trying to connect with him, resigned to admiring him from afar and content yourself with short interactions, mostly concerning classes.

The noise in the hall buzzed around you, students from every house chatting excitedly, the usual house boundaries slipping away in the lively atmosphere. You sat quietly, listening to the flow of conversation from his side of the table, particularly between Mattheo and Theodore, who were engaged in what could only be described as a ridiculous debate.

“Listen, all I’m saying,” Mattheo was explaining to Theo, a confident smirk on his face, “is that if dragons had wingspans just a little wider, they’d be unstoppable in Quidditch.”

Theodore snorted, rolling his eyes. “Quidditch? If dragons wanted to play Quidditch, mate, they’d turn the whole pitch into a bonfire before the whistle even blew.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, watching them with a look of mild amusement as he leaned back in his seat. “Please, we all know dragons wouldn’t even care about Quidditch—they’d just chase the Seekers and call it a day,” he added, crossing his arms.

Unable to help yourself, you chimed in, “I think you three have really cracked it. I doubt any dragon wants to spend its time chasing a flying walnut.”

Your impulsive words slipping out before you could stop yourself and you already hated yourself for it. The three boys fell silent for a second before Mattheo grinned, not ready for a smartass comment from you.

Draco looked at you, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, a glint of interest sparking in his eyes.

“Is that right?” he drawled, his voice laced with intrigue. His gaze lingered, as though he were sizing you up, and you felt your face warm under his scrutiny. You opened your mouth to respond, but just then, your pocket buzzed with a new message.

You glanced down, and your stomach twisted when you looked at the screen. It was him. Another message, complimenting how you looked today. Your blood ran cold. He was here, somewhere in the crowd, watching you. 

The excitement and noise of the room faded as dread settled over you. Fingers trembling, you opened the message app, staring at the dozens of unanswered messages, each one more invasive than the last. Before you could stop him, Draco had leaned in, peering over your shoulder at the screen.

“What the hell…” he muttered, his eyes scanning the rows of messages. His expression darkened as he took in each line, his smirk replaced with a scowl. “Looks like you have an admirer.”

You couldn’t meet his gaze, suddenly feeling vulnerable, exposed under his sharp scrutiny. “Just… someone who won’t take a hint,” you replied quietly, hating how small your voice sounded.

Draco’s eyes flicked back to your phone, his jaw clenching. “And he’s here, isn’t he?” His tone was sharp, almost dangerous. He turned, scanning the crowd, and you could feel the tension rolling off him.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “He must be,” you whispered, voice barely audible. ”It’s nothing, he will stop at some point.”

Draco’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second, his jaw still tense. “I have an idea,” he murmured, his voice low and careful, as though he wasn’t used to offering help. And maybe he wasn’t.

Draco Malfoy was known for being distant, aloof, even spoiled, and he usually only involved himself in matters that benefited him. Everyone knew that about him. Yet here he was, offering a solution to a problem that wasn’t his.

Before you could process the surprise, he added, “Meet me in my room after dinner. We’ll sort this out.”

You managed a nod, stunned into silence. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, as if ensuring you understood, before he turned back to his meal, his face once more impassive. When you finally glanced around, you realized that Theo and Mattheo hadn’t heard a word of your exchange; they were already embroiled in another absurd debate, this time on the merits of using Hippogriffs in place of broomsticks.

The rest of the dinner passed in a haze, your mind reeling from Draco’s unexpected concern and the strange, silent understanding that had passed between you. You found yourself glancing around the room, half-expecting to catch the stalker’s eyes on you, but the crowded hall only seemed to amplify your anxiety. Whoever he was, he was here, and that knowledge sat like a weight on your chest, making it impossible to relax.

After dinner, you slipped quietly from your room, heart hammering as you made your way to Draco’s quarters. The long corridors seemed endless, each step filled with hesitation. It seemed so absurd that Draco would even care enough to intervene, let alone invite you to his room to discuss it. You barely knew him. You weren’t friends or enemies, just two people who had barely spoken before tonight. And yet, here you were.

Finally, you reached his door, hesitating before lifting your hand to knock. It swung open before your knuckles could connect, revealing Draco standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Come in,” he said quietly, stepping back to allow you through the doorway. You slipped past him, your nerves taut as you took in the unexpectedly tidy room. It was the same as yours but was simple yet elegant, every item in place, as if chaos had no place in Draco Malfoy’s world.

He closed the door softly and turned to face you, studying you in that unnerving way of his, as though he could read the tension in your posture.

You swallowed hard and broke the silence. “So… what’s your idea?”

A faint smirk touched his lips as he gestured for you to sit on the edge of his bed, then he settled into the chair across from you, leaning back with an air of confidence. “It’s simple, really. I’ll make sure he understands that you’re… off-limits.”

Your brows furrowed, uncertain what he meant. “How do you plan to do that?”

Draco’s smirk widened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ll make it look like you’re already taken. He wouldn’t dare go near you if he thought you were with me.”

Your eyes widened, heat rising to your cheeks. “You mean… pretend that we’re—”

“Precisely,” he cut in, his tone casual. “If he sees us together, he’ll know better than to keep bothering you.”

It was a bold, reckless plan, and yet, as you looked at him, the idea didn’t seem as absurd as it should have.

You shook your head, disbelief evident in your voice. "Nobody will believe this."

Draco raised an eyebrow, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You think so?" he replied, voice laced with quiet confidence. He leaned forward, his gaze intense, as if daring you to challenge him. "Trust me, Y/N. When I decide to make something believable, people fall in line."

You hesitated, feeling a mix of doubt and curiosity. "Even if they don’t believe it… this is still crazy. And what exactly do you gain from all this, Malfoy?"

Draco shrugged, unfazed. "Crazy works. I'm bored and need a good distraction and it’ll keep that creep off your back. Unless, of course, you have a better idea?" His eyes held a glint of challenge, as though he already knew the answer.

Biting your lip, you felt the weight of his gaze. "Fine," you muttered. "But you’d better be convincing."

Draco’s smirk widened, and he leaned back, clearly enjoying the moment. "Oh, I will be. Just try to keep up."

The next morning, you joined the group with your friends, ready for the day’s excursion. You hadn’t said a word to them about the arrangement you’d made with Draco. Explaining it would’ve raised too many questions, and you needed to focus on the task at hand—making your stalker believe you were truly off-limits. As reckless as it seemed, it just might work. Many people, even from other houses, avoided the trio of Slytherin boys like the plague.

As you gathered around with the group, listening to the professors give instructions, you tried to look relaxed. Your mind, however, was anything but. You were busy rehearsing what this new arrangement would look like, how you’d need to play it off naturally—anything to convince the stalker that you weren’t to be messed with anymore.

Lost in thought, you barely registered the footsteps coming up beside you until you felt an arm drape over your shoulders, freezing you in place. Heart pounding, you looked up to see Draco, casually standing at your side, his usual smirk gracing his lips. His arm around you felt firm, natural, as though he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Good morning,” he drawled, his voice low but loud enough for those nearby to hear. The casual intimacy in his tone made your heart skip a beat. He tilted his head toward you, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that made it clear he was committed to the role.

“Morning,” you replied, forcing yourself to stay calm, although every nerve in your body was buzzing with tension. 

He glanced around, as if daring anyone to look, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. Theo and Mattheo were a few steps away, talking to each other but clearly aware of the act Draco was putting on. He leaned in, his lips close to your ear as he murmured, “Just play along, yeah?”

You gave a small nod, barely noticeable, trying to steady your breathing. Your friends were now glancing over, wide-eyed, and you could feel their surprise even without looking directly at them. Draco straightened up, keeping his arm firmly around you as the group started to move forward.

As you walked, he continued to chat casually, his presence beside you both intimidating and strangely comforting. You could feel the eyes of other students on you, and though it was uncomfortable, you knew it was exactly what you needed.

One of your friends finally gathered the courage to ask, her voice laced with curiosity. “Um… since when are you and Malfoy… close?”

Draco chuckled, giving her a look that could only be described as smug. “What, can’t a guy enjoy his morning with good company?” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as your friend stammered, glancing between the two of you.

You swallowed, trying to maintain your composure. “It’s… a recent development,” you managed, casting Draco a sideways look. He seemed to relish your friends’ reactions, his hand moving to rest more firmly on your shoulder.

As the tour continued, he kept you close, his presence undeniable. Every once in a while, he’d glance around, subtly scanning the crowd, as though daring anyone—especially your stalker—to challenge this new reality. 

Finally, during a break, he leaned in again, his voice low and almost amused. “Looks like they’re starting to believe it. And judging by the looks we’re getting, I’d say our friend might be getting the hint, too.”

You met his gaze, both relieved and slightly unnerved. “Let’s hope so,” you whispered.

The trip was nearing its end, and Draco had played his role flawlessly. A gentle kiss on the top of your head here, a protective hand at your waist there—just enough to keep up appearances but never enough to feel truly real. At least for you. You hadn’t received a single message from your stalker since the start of the arrangement, and for the first time in weeks, you felt a sense of calm, even safety. 

Tonight was the last night, and the teachers, worn out from days of guiding tours, allowed the students to gather and celebrate. They turned a blind eye to the alcohol discreetly brought by a few of the older students, letting the atmosphere stay light and carefree. The laughter was contagious, and for once, students from different houses were mingling effortlessly, the usual rivalries put aside for the night.

You found yourself sitting beside Draco, strangely comfortable despite the role you continued to play. You shared a drink, and the conversation between you became more relaxed, more genuine. Draco’s usual reserved demeanor had softened, and under the influence of the alcohol, he seemed more open, even smiling and teasing in a way you’d never seen.

At one point, he shot you a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a faint, amused smile. "I have to say, you’re a much better actress than I expected."

You shrugged with a laugh. “And you hide your true colors well. Who would’ve thought the great Draco Malfoy could be so… attentive?”

He raised his glass, a glint of mischief lighting up his eyes. “We all have our secrets,” he murmured before taking a sip, his gaze holding yours a bit too long. Under the influence of the alcohol, the words carried a different weight, and the air between you grew heavier, charged.

Feeling bold, a daring edge sharpening your words, you grinned. “You know, for a fake relationship, you’ve been surprisingly convincing, Malfoy. Almost feels real sometimes.”

He arched an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “Is that so?” he murmured, his voice dropping slightly, as if the words were meant only for you. He leaned a bit closer, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest of moments before flicking back up to meet your eyes. “You want this to feel more real, Y/N?” His voice was low, challenging, the smirk slipping into something darker, more intense.

Without another word, he set down his glass and reached for you, guiding you onto his lap with a smooth, assured motion. His hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing firmly, as if he wanted to make sure you stayed close. His gaze held yours, his eyes searching, as though daring you to pull away.

But you didn’t move. The air between you was charged, and with your heart pounding, you leaned in, ready for whatever was about to happen.

“Does this feel real enough for you now?” he murmured, his voice rough and low, his hand slipping over your thigh, maintaining the firm, steady contact that sent heat rushing through you. You could feel desire building within you, but you couldn’t tell if he felt the same.

“Not yet…” you whispered, biting your lip, the alcohol making you feel bolder than ever. You wanted more, though you weren’t sure what exactly—just that you knew he could give it to you.

A smirk tugged at his lips as his hand pressed more firmly against your thigh. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned closer, his face brushing the curve of your neck, lips grazing your skin. Slowly, he pressed a gentle kiss to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, a shiver rippling down your spine.

“And now?” he murmured before sucking lightly, drawing a soft sigh from your lips, the warmth of his touch making it impossible to think of anything but him.

You could feel him growing hard beneath you, pressing into you, a sure sign that he wanted you. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the heat of his touch and the growing bulge under you left little doubt about what was on his mind.

“Not yet…” you replied again, your voice barely above a whisper. You were playing with fire, but his lips moving against your neck, his hand slowly sliding higher up your thigh, sent a thrill through you that was hard to resist.

Draco’s smirk widened as he held you closer, his fingers tracing light circles on your thigh, inching closer and closer. His breath was warm against your neck, and he tilted his head, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispered, “Careful, or you might get exactly what you’re asking for, Y/N.”

You swallowed, your own breathing becoming uneven, his words sending a shiver through you that only intensified the desire building between you. But you kept your composure, tilting your head to meet his gaze, your eyes challenging.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” you whispered, surprising even yourself with the boldness in your voice.

That was all it took. Draco’s gaze darkened, his smirk fading as his hand slid further up, his touch firm, claiming. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that started slow, testing, but quickly deepened, his hand at the back of your neck pulling you closer, as if he didn’t want to leave any space between you. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his mouth moving against yours with an urgency that made your heart race.

His hands, once tentative, were now confident, exploring your body with a hunger that left you breathless. One hand stayed on your thigh, pulling you even tighter against him, while the other tangled in your hair, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

He pulled back for just a second, his breathing uneven, a fierce intensity in his eyes.

Without a word, Draco lifted you effortlessly, carrying you down the corridor toward his room. His hold was firm, steady, and each step seemed to increase the tension pulsing between you. He pushed open the door, slipping inside and pressing you against the wall, his body pinning yours, a barrier between you and everything else. The only thing that mattered now was the undeniable heat radiating from him, the intensity in his gaze as he looked at you, almost as if he were savoring this moment he’d waited for.

His hands tightened slightly on your hips, his fingers splayed as he held you in place, his face inches from yours. His breaths were heavy, his gaze dark and intense as it drifted down to your lips, and then back up to meet your eyes.

“You’re really not afraid, are you?” he murmured, his voice low, filled with a mix of desire and restraint. His tone was almost a warning, as if he were giving you one last chance to turn back.

But you weren’t afraid. Not in the least. The desire in his eyes only fueled your own, and without hesitation, you brought your hands up, tangling them in his hair as you pulled him closer, leaving no room for doubt.

Draco’s smirk faded, replaced by something deeper, something raw. His lips captured yours, firm, urgent, and you could feel the need behind every movement, every touch. His hands roamed down, pressing you even closer as his mouth moved against yours with a fierce intensity that left you breathless. 

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand sliding up to cradle your face as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, though his voice made it clear that stopping was the last thing he wanted.

You held his gaze, a small smile on your lips as you whispered, “I don’t want you to stop.”

Draco’s lips continued their path down your neck, leaving you breathless with each lingering kiss. His hand slid beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing your skin with an electric touch that made your body arch toward him instinctively. His hand moved with a deliberate slowness until it found your breast, cupping it firmly.

His thumb brushed over your sensitive skin, sending a spark of warmth through you as he began to massage, his grip alternating between gentle and possessive.

He squeezed, his fingers exploring, as if he were savoring every reaction, every subtle movement of your body. His mouth returned to yours, capturing your sighs and gasps, deepening the kiss as his hand continued its deliberate, teasing rhythm. His other hand remained on your waist, keeping you steady against him, each touch intensifying the pull between you.

Every movement felt purposeful, and with each squeeze and brush of his fingers, the heat between you built, leaving you breathless, your mind clouded by nothing but the feeling of him pressed against you, as if he were determined to learn every inch of you.

“Does this feel real enough now?” he murmured, his voice rough, a hint of dark challenge beneath his words.

You met his gaze, defiance glinting in your eyes, unwilling to give in so easily. “No,” you replied, your voice soft but daring, laced with a hunger that matched his own.

A low growl escaped his lips as he tightened his grip on your waist, his hand slipping under your skirt, fingers tracing a path along your thigh. Slowly, he reached the edge of your underwear, hooking his fingers beneath the fabric. With a swift, deliberate tug, he drew it down, letting it slide down your legs until it pooled at your ankles.

He leaned in, his mouth claiming the delicate skin of your neck, leaving warm, lingering kisses interspersed with gentle bites. He took his time, squeezing your breast with a blend of tenderness and possession, his thumb circling over your sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from your lips. His free hand slipped between your legs, fingers exploring your warmth with a deliberate slowness, tracing every inch of your skin with reverent attention.

A soft moan escaped you, and he leaned into your ear, his breath hot as he murmured, “Seems real enough to me, sweetheart. Look at how ready you are for me…” His voice was low, teasing, each word a seductive promise. "Such a beautiful mess."

Your breath hitched, heart racing, and all you could manage was a soft, pleading whisper. “Draco, please…”

But he merely chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin, his fingers continuing their languid exploration, building the tension between you with every touch, every lingering caress. The night felt endless, and all that mattered was the intensity of his gaze, his hands, the feeling of him claiming you in a way that left no doubt in your mind—this was as real as it could possibly be.

Draco’s lips trailed down the line of your jaw, his mouth ghosting over your skin with maddening patience. His fingers moved with practiced skill, sliding inside and exploring the warmth between your legs in slow, measured strokes, each touch designed to draw out a reaction, to bring you to the edge while keeping you wanting more. 

“Still doesn’t feel real enough?” he whispered, his voice a low murmur, his breath hot against your ear. His teeth grazed your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. “Tell me, love… what do I need to do to convince you?”

The words hung between you, filled with a daring challenge, but all you could manage was a soft gasp as his fingers pressed deeper, his touch firm and unrelenting. Your hands gripped his shoulders, steadying yourself as he claimed you in every way, each movement of his hand calculated, purposeful.

“Draco…” you breathed, his name slipping from your lips, almost a plea. You could feel your body responding to him, the heat building, your pulse quickening with each touch, each soft kiss he trailed down the curve of your neck.

“Not yet,” he whispered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as his fingers slowed, keeping you right on the edge. “You wanted more… so I’m giving you more.”

He pressed his lips to yours again, deepening the kiss, his hand never faltering as he continued to tease, to draw out the tension until every nerve in your body was attuned to him. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to his control, his desire to make you feel everything, to leave no doubt in your mind that this was real, that he was as consumed by this as you were.

Draco’s mouth pressed against yours, deepening the kiss, his hands moving with purpose as they explored the curves of your body. His fingers found the hem of your skirt, brushing over your thigh, before reaching down to undo his belt with a swift, practiced motion. The quiet click and rustle of fabric as he unfastened his trousers sent a thrill through you, anticipation building with every second.

With a firm hand on your waist, he pulled you closer, pressing you back against the wall as his gaze locked with yours, intense and dark with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing kisses as his hand guided your leg to wrap around his waist. His fingers gripped your thigh to raise it, pressing into your skin as he aligned himself, his other hand steadying you.

“You wanted this to feel real?” he murmured, his voice low and rough. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you met his gaze, nodding, unable to find the words.

With a slow, steady motion, he pressed into you, filling the space between you with a heat that left you breathless. His movements were controlled at first, each thrust deep and deliberate, giving you time to adjust to his size, to feel the closeness, the intensity of every inch. Your head fell back against the wall, a soft gasp escaping as he began to move, his rhythm building, more urgent with each passing moment.

His hand moved up, wrapping up around your neck, and his mouth captured yours in a series of kisses that alternated between tender and fierce, each one conveying a blend of desire and possession.

Draco’s grip on your thigh tightened as he pressed deeper, his movements growing bolder, each thrust sending waves of sensation through you. He pulled back slightly, his grey eyes meeting yours, his breath heavy as he whispered, “Look at me, Y/N.” His voice was a mix of command and vulnerability, as if he wanted you to see every emotion he was hiding beneath his usual guarded facade.

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, and the intensity there made your pulse quicken. His hand slipped up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek.

“You feel this?” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent. “It’s real, every damn inch of it.”

Your lips parted, the words catching in your throat as he leaned in, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that was both gentle and fierce, a contrast to the urgency in his movements. The heat between you intensified, his rhythm steady but unyielding as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

His hands traveled down, gripping your waist firmly as he moved, pulling you against him with a need that left no doubt in your mind. The tension, the build-up between you two over the past week, all of it seemed to culminate here, now, with every touch, every breath you shared.

Your head fell back, and he pressed a line of kisses along your jaw, his voice a rough whisper in your ear, “Fuck Y/N, look at the mess you’re making.. Moaning so loud for me.”

A shiver ran through you, his words only adding fuel to the fire already consuming you. His hands moved again, his touch both firm and careful, as if he was savoring every moment. You could feel the restraint he held, the control he was fighting to maintain, as though he wanted to draw out every second, make it last.

“Draco…I-” you breathed, voice laced with both urgency and longing. 

He met your gaze, his expression softening just a fraction. “Say my name again,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. 

“Draco, I’m so close..” you whispered back, your voice trembling as his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that left you dizzy, fully enveloped in the moment.

As the intensity between you reached its peak, Draco’s movements grew more urgent, each thrust more demanding, as if he was determined to close any remaining distance between you. His forehead pressed against yours, his gaze locked with yours, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, punctuating his words with every thrust inside you, “You’re driving me fucking insane, Y/N. Fucking. Insane.”

Draco’s lips found yours again, and this time, his kiss was possessive, almost reverent, as if he was savoring every second, every reaction he drew from you.

The rhythm between you intensified, each thrust drawing you closer to the edge, the tension building and building until it was impossible to hold back. His name slipped from your lips, soft at first, but growing louder as the wave of pleasure washed over you, consuming you completely. “Fuck Y/N, I’m gonna-” Your breath caught as his gaze held yours, his eyes dark and filled with a tenderness that took you by surprise. You felt yourself let go completely, your body responding to his, surrendering fully to the moment, and he followed, his own resolve breaking as he buried his face against your neck, shooting his hot seed deep into you.

As you came down, Draco’s hand slid up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he looked at you, his eyes softened in a way you’d never seen before. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his breath steadying.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence thick with the weight of what had just happened. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice a low murmur. “Still doesn’t feel real enough?”

You shook your head with a smile, leaning into his touch. “More than real.” 

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Hii lovely!! I'm not sure if it's alright but just hear me out. maybe a fic stalker theo completely obsessed w reader, maybe kinda dubcon but if not i totally understand !!

Very convenient timing considering I just read Haunting Adeline this weekend. I kinda used one of the parts in it for the instigation, but I hope this works!

Fuck Off

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Warnings: DUB/NONCON PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS STUFF, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, cussing, stalking.

18+ Minors DNI

You've had a stalker for a few months now. They would leave gifts outside your dorm to begin with. Then they started showing up in your dorm. The gifts were sweet and tailor specifically to your likes and wants, which you couldn't decide if that made it creepier or not.

The gifts weren't the only thing you got from your stalker. They would also send you texts from an unknown number. They weren't threatening or anything that suggested harm to you. Maybe creepy since they'd talk about what you were doing in that moment, even when you were completely alone. Sometimes they were sweet, sometimes they were sexual. And you hated to admit it, but they knew exactly how to talk dirty to you, they could get you worked up so easily. It freaked you out but you weren't in danger. Right?

You were sitting in your bed reading, unwinding from the hectic day you just had when your phone went off for a text notification. It startled you out of your little world and you opened the message.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you're reading?”

Your stalker again.

“A few times.” You replied. At this point, you've given up ignoring them since they'll just keep messaging you until you respond.

“I'll tell you a million more times. You should be reminded every day how beautiful you are.”

“You already do that.”

“Maybe next time I say it, I can say it while my cock's buried deep inside you.”

“Pervert.”

“Only for you. You know you drive me insane. You make me so hard just sitting there. Especially since I know the filth you're reading. You're not so innocent yourself, bella.”

You looked at your phone for a moment before looking around. You did read dirty books, but only in your dorm. Another ping from your phone drew your attention back to it.

“You won't find me, amore mio. You should know this by now.”

“Fuck off.” You replied, angry at him for how he's treating your privacy.

“Careful, principessa. If you say that again, I'm gonna come fuck that little pussy of yours.”

You scoffed, disgusted by his words. Would he really come do it? No. Was part of you also curious if he would and wanted to see who he was? Yeah. That's why you couldn't stop yourself from replying.

“Fuck off.”

“You're in for it now, cara mia.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. Your eyes felt heavy after a while and you put the book aside to fall asleep.

The next day, you got up and headed for the showers, getting ready for the day. You stripped and got under the hot water of the shower, relaxing for a moment before starting your shower routine.

You always got an eerie feeling of someone watching you or being right there when you closed your eyes while rinsing the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair. This time, though, when you opened your eyes after rinsing out the conditioner, there was someone right in front of you. You knew him, of course, everyone did. Theodore Nott.

You screamed and backed away from him, hitting the shower wall while you covered your body as best as you could.

“Get the fuck out!” You yelled.

“I'm not going anywhere, cara mia.” He smiled. You noticed he was fully clothed as he stepped towards you, drenching his clothes from the shower.

“You? You're the fucking creep that's been stalking me?” You made the connection after hearing him call you the same pet name as your stalker.

“If you recall that little conversation last night, I told you I'd come fuck you if you told me to ‘fuck off’ again, which you did.” He took another step closer, his shoes nearly touching your toes. “And I don't make empty threat, principessa.”

“I could scream right now and someone will come in and stop you.” You threatened, hoping to deter him.

“I'm hurt you think I'm so stupid. I put a silencing charm on the room and looking charm on the door so no one could come in and you can't get out.” He said as he brushed a strand of your wet hair from your face.

You flinched from his touch, closing your eyes. “What are you gonna do to me?” You whisper.

“I'm gonna make you feel so, so good, bella.” He said and moved to kneel in front of you.

As soon as his knees hit the tile, you pushed him out of the way and ran out of the shower, trying not to slip.

“I already told you, you cant get out, cara mia.” He called out to you.

You ignored him and tried the door to the bathroom. Wouldn't even budge. You didn't have your wand on you either since you were showering. Hands wrapped around your waist and you fought against him, kicking back to hit him, which just ended up making you both fall to the ground. He was much quicker than you, propping you on your knees so your face was down and ass up for him while he held your hands behind your back. You couldn't see him from this angle, but felt his tongue flick your clit, making you moan.

“You act like you don't want me, but your soaking, cara mia.” He said before licking and sucking at your clit.

Your words died in your throat, replaced by a moan leaving your mouth instead.

“Your body knows what it wants, amore mio.” He licked up to your entrance, prodding his tongue inside.

“Fuck.” You moaned, eyes rolling back before closing.

He moaned against you and kept his onslaught of pleasure on your pussy until you came.

“That's my good girl. That's what I wanted.” He said as he helped ride out your high.

“To force yourself on me?” You asked as you caught your breath once the orgasm faded.

“To make you feel good, principessa.” He shuffled behind you a bit as he kept a hand holding yours down still. You could hear the sound of his pants being undone.

“I think there could've been another way to fuck me that didn't involve stalking and harassing me.” It probably wasn't a smart move to mouth off to your stalker, but you were so angry. You pulled your hands out of his grip and tried taking off, but he just grabbed your legs, making you fall back on your stomach.

“I think you like this, though. I see how soaked you are from this.” He pulled you back onto your knees and held onto both your wrists with both of his hands. His cock teased your entrance, coating it in your arousal.

“You think I like you forcing yourself on me?” You said, hissing from how sensitive you were when he nudged your clit.

“You haven't told me to stop.” He said before thrusting into you, immediately bottoming out and making you cry out. “You're practically dripping from how wet you are for me, cara mia.”

You couldn't even deny that, maybe you were crazy, but you were embarrassingly wet from all this.

He started thrusting in and out of you, his grip on your wrists tight, bruises will probably form later from all of this.

“Not even trying to fight back anymore. You finally accepting that you're enjoying this?” He asked, letting go of your wrists to grab your hips. “Or maybe I got you too cockdrunk on me. Is that it? Am I making you feel so good you can't talk?” His voice was condesending.

“Fuck off.” You said, clawing at the floor to grip something.

“You love testing me, principessa. I don't mind. I'm happy to put you in your place each time.” He said and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “You can stop acting like you hate this. I can feel you clenching my cock like you can't get enough of it.”

“As if.” You said between moans. He was hitting you so deep and fast, it had another orgasm building quickly.

“Keep talking like that and next time I'll have to punish you, amore mio.” He said, moving a hand from your hip to grip your hair. “How about you be a good girl instead and cum on my cock for me, yeah?”

“Fuck, shit!” You cried out, so close to cumming.

“Scream my name when you cum. Wanna hear how it sounds from those pretty lips.” He groaned, he was getting close himself. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, principessa.”

You came around him, trembling as his name fell from your lips over and over.

“That's the most beautiful sound I've ever fucking heard. Shit!” He said before moaning, his hips stilling as he came inside you, filling your pussy with his cum.

He pulled out as you both caught your breaths and stood back up, quickly redoing his pants before pulling out his wand and undoing the spells. He left the bathroom without another word to you as you slowly got up and went back to the shower to scrub the filth of what you'd done off of you.

And hopefully convince yourself that you didn't enjoy that.

Taglist:

@jeannie-beannie @yourenogoodforme @mixvchelle @helendeath @evaslytherpuff

@soaked4abby @hpnsfwaddict @mayamonroem @motherfing-stargirl @brittney-121

@dracoslovergirl @littlemadamred @mattheoriddlesbitch @acornacreacure @opheliamalfoy236

@demieyesore

Let me know if you wanna be added!

[motherearthlovesus]

thinking about stalker!theo tonight 🧎‍♀️

[rafesthroatbaby]

as they should 😭 you fucking killing it with stalker & dealer Theo 🫠 so proud of you bby 🙏🏼

THEODORE NOTT

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all theodore nott stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) <3

MASTERLIST • SLYTHERIN BOYS • 08/17/24

THEODORE NOTT ONE

@amiableness ✰ you’re the closest to heaven i’ll ever be Reader is getting hit on and Theo is not a fan.

@moonpascal ✰ voodoo doll theo can’t get you out of his head. which could only mean you put a spell on him.

@writingsbychlo ✰ withdrawal theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn’t realise that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too.

@dramaticals ✰ through the wringer theo tries to get your attention by spoiling you with gifts. you pretend not to notice the shift just to mess with him. ✰ untimely revelations you and theo are at a slug club party and theo has an unfortunate revelation (he likes you). ✰ daisy chains daisy chains mean a lot to you, and theo makes you one to tell you how he feels.

@raekensluver ✰ jealously’s game plotting to make your ex jealous at a party, you pick the last person anyone could expect.

@nottsangel ✰ stalker!theo ✰ drug dealer!theo

@slytherinslut0 ✰ that’s what i said your boyfriend was telling you about his day, when he began speaking fluent Italian, knowing damn well you only knew select words. when you asked him to repeat it, he had you come sit on his lap and ended up doing a little more than just repeating it

@evergone ✰ lonely The reader has no friends until destiny (in the form of a boy named Theodore Nott) does everything to make her feel like she belongs.

@theostrophywife ✰ devil eyes

[nottsangel]

Okay okay. How do we think the different Theo’s would react to a pregnancy scare???

I think that Toxic!Theo would relish in it because that means your stuck with him for forever! He barely even had to do anything!

toxic!theo — jumps up and down with joy reading the ‘babe… i think im pregnant’ text

bsf!theo — freaks the fuck out internally but promises to be with you every step of the way

brothers bsf!theo — starts planning his own funeral because he knows your brother is already sharpening the knife

stalker!theo — manifested that shit

dealer!theo — chill asf about it and thinks he’ll be an amazing dad even though he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing and can barely take care of himself

academic rival!theo — locks himself in his room to read every parenting book he can find to make sure he’ll be the better parent

fwb!theo — fully convinced it isn’t even his anyway

fratboy!theo — ghosts you

[rotthepoet]

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Requests are open!

Legend

*= NSFW

Harry Potter

Who I write for CURRENTLY: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Micheal Corner(you should ask about the Ravenclaw boys, hint hint)

CURRENT WIPS:

Stalker!Blaise

Invisible String Theory (pt. 5)

Italy trip with BSF!Theo(officially dating)

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★ Series ★ 

Invisible String Theory ( 1. )( 2. ) ( 3. )( 4. )

★ Theodore Nott★ 

Gaslight Lamp Post

Theo Nott and The Late Night Smoke Breaks

Secretly hooking up with FWB!Theo* Pt.2* Pt.3*

High!Theo rambles* cont.

Touch starved*

The morning after*

Stop moving away!*

Calling Theo Teddy* pt. 2

Teasing Theo all Week

BSF! Theo helping after a date

★ Draco Malfoy★ 

Draco Malfoy and a Gift Giving Girlfriend

Demanding Malfoy?*

Draco's a sub*

Draco has a small dick*

Blaise just wants to "study"

★ Mattheo Riddle★ 

COME HOME(Dark!Matty)

Mattheo Riddle and Choking* cont*

Fight

I yearn for dark mattheo*(If you check reblogs theres more content ;)

MOre dark!mattheo*

Lazy sex with mattheo*

Choking Matty*

Pool Party*

Going to bed angry*

Cooking*

Being chased by dark!matty*

Flowers for You

Dark!Matty finding you pt.2*

Stalker! Matty pt.2

Matty takes you on the "worst date ever"

★ Blaise Zabini★

Stalker!Blaise*

★ Lorenzo Berkshire★ 

Rival!Lorenzo when he finds you crying in the bathroom

Brothers Bsf!Lorenzo* Pt.2*

Lorenzo is a bitch and I stand by that* Pt.2 Pt.3

Fwb!lorenzo feeding your oral fixation*

fwb!lorenzo owns your feelings lmao

Lorenzo loves you<3

Arranged Marriage

Reverse cowgirl with enzo whilst he grabs your ass*

Cockwarming Lorenzo* Pt.2*

PEGGING LORENZO*

Enemy!Lorenzo helping you*

No touch game*

LORENZO KISSES YOUR BOOBS BEFORE BED*

Enemy!Lorenzo after you fake amnesia

Getting you a vibe*

Lorenzo wants you sobbing in his dick*

Chasity cage*

Brain Rot

Licking your tears away

Dark!Lorenzo(M!Reader)

Lorenzo vs. The IT girl

★ Micheal Corner★ 

Fucking you on the motorcycle*

He paints your nudes*

★ Slytherin Boys Misc/multi★ 

Theo/Enzo threesome ramble* Fic* Aftercare

Theo and Enzo headcanons*

Theo Sharing you*

Lorenzo and mattheo both do this I swear and maybe draco too(headcanons)

69 with the slytherin boys*

Orgy mirror pics*

Buying you a vibe*

Creaming their pants*

Enzo/Matt threesome (M!Reader)

★ Ravenclaw Boys Misc/multi★

Micheal Corner and Terry Boot

[madhatterbri]

Puppet Master | T.N.

Summary: I’m here to request Theo Nott. Toxic/stalker relationship. 18+ just in case.

Authors Note: Thank you @shawtys-things for the request.

Potential trigger warning: toxic/ stalker relationship

Theo still remembered the first day he laid eyes on you. He was serving detention with that old bat, Professor McGonagall. He was scowling at her after she scolded everyone for breaking the rules at such a prestigious school like Hogwarts. Nothing good could possibly come out of being stuck here. It wasn't until the door opened that he saw how wrong he was.

A student walked in, you. You were so shy and timid. Professor McGonagall welcomed you in with open arms. The old broad loved all of her students except the Slytherins. They talked about what she taught in Divination that day. Theo couldn't take his eyes off of you. A couple of times, their eyes locked to one another. You would blush and look away. He wouldn't.

Theo played the game of getting to know you. At first, you tried to play innocent, but he could see the mischievous glint in your eyes. You wanted a taste of the dark side. Ever the puppet master, he was going to make you his beautiful marionette. His strings attached to you and it was over.

Your friends were the first to notice your change. You dressed differently a few weeks after dating Theo. They tried to bring it up to you. You brushed it off. People went through different phases in their teenage lives.

It became a problem when one of your male friends ended up getting sent to the hospital wing. They made a comment about your clothing in front of Theo one day while changing classes. He didn't like the thought of another male ogling his property. He had to learn his lesson.

After a brief visit, your friend wanted you to stay away from him. Madam Pomfrey removed you from the wing after your friend started screaming. You brought it up to Theo. He was apologetic explaining that he didn't like the words your friend was using to describe you. After that, you dropped it.

Theo was possessive when it came to you. Points for your respective houses were dropped continuously from professors catching the two of you in the hallway. He always said the same thing before locking his lips to yours. You're mine.

He remembered your first major fight. During study hall, he saw one of your housemates getting a little too chummy with you. The two of you erupted into a fight in the Great Hall. He was yelling in your face as your back was pressed against the wall. In his shock, you started yelling back at him. The professors quickly ended the fight before it could get worse.

You decided to give him the cold shoulder. He picked up on this immediately when you walked past him as if you didn't see him. His blood boiled, but he couldn't make a scene. Theo knew he had to win you back.

The next few days, he watched you carefully. Whenever you went to the library, he hid behind the shelf to see you. During Herbology, you swore you saw him watching you from the greenhouse walls a couple of times. The way his angry dark brown eyes stared at you were burned in your memory.

"Just leave me alone, Theo. I never want to see you again," you yelled at him one day while you were at the Black Lake. You were collecting plants from the lake for a project for Herbology. The words stung him, and he knew they pained you more. Despite your anger towards him, you wanted him back. You wanted him to be a better boyfriend, and he was the master of pretend.

After a week, he surprised you with a picnic by the Forbidden Forest. You were apprehensive, yet he acted the way that made you fall hard for him. He even bought your favorite flowers. The nail in the coffin for you was a hollow vow that he would change for you. He never did.

The relationship continued, and you still defended him against the few friends you had. Months passed, and soon, you found yourself alone. All your friends were gone, leaving you with him and his friends.

He stood behind you as you watched your friends have fun without you at Hogsmeade. Your old life is a bitter reminder of the person you have become. His warm fingers rubbed against the cold flesh of your arms.

"I will never leave you alone, Y/N. You are my puppet. I am your master and I will never cut the strings,"