#stalker!theo nott
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motherearthlovesus · 3 months ago
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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
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tiethenott · 6 months ago
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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.
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nottsangel · 4 months ago
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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 · 1 year ago
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Theo + crush pls <3
crush | theo nott ♡
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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."
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slytherinsrule89 · 6 months ago
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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
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finalgirllx · 9 months ago
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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.
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xoblondie · 2 months ago
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The winner will be out tonight <3
I spent all last night editing this one, my shorter blurb and a Theo fic 😼
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mattyriddlesbitch · 6 months ago
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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
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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.
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deadghosy · 5 months ago
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SLYTHERIN BOYS MASTERLIST
(Ordered by post date/hogwarts legacy is included)
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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
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🐍 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
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urfavfrenchgrl · 18 days ago
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The Stalker
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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 ;)
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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.” 
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motherearthlovesus · 1 month ago
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thinking about stalker!theo tonight 🧎‍♀️
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rotthepoet · 5 months ago
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˙ ✩°˖masterlist ⋆。˚꩜
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
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nottsangel · 6 days ago
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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
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jayybugg · 10 months ago
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i’m clawing at the walls right now….omg
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stalker! theo who falls for a pretty little ravenclaw after you run into him in the hall, flustered and frenzied as your books and parchment spill out of your hands.
stalker! theo who listens to his raven mumble apologetically, rambling about deadlines and deadbeat project partners who left you to complete an assignment all alone.
stalker! theo who watches in fascination as you scramble to get yourself sorted, apologizing and sniffling for running into him.
stalker! theo who stares at your pretty doe eyes filled with tears, lower lip trembling as you timidly take the papers that he's gathered and organized for you.
stalker! theo who smirks at the little flush that creeps up your neck when your fingers brush together. your voice a quiet little rasp as you murmur, thank you theo.
stalker! theo who is a little surprised that you even knows his name, mesmerized at how pretty you look when you cry, leaning down to fluster you a little more before he whispers, you're welcome, little raven.
stalker! theo who honest to merlin felt his heart stop when you reward him with a smile. a shy little smile that has him hooked from that day forward.
stalker! theo who finds your deadbeat partner and threatens him to pull his weight or else he'll pull his intestines out of his body if he makes theo's little raven cry again.
stalker! theo who can't help but smile when you grin at him in the halls, waving shyly as you pass by with your group of friends who tease you as you blush prettily for him.
stalker! theo who starts to crave you more than cigarettes. who asks anything and everything about you. finding out your class schedule, your dorm number, your favorite spots in hogsmeade.
stalker! theo who watches you study in the library, hiding behind stacks and stacks of books, keeping an eye on his pretty raven as you recite facts under your breath, anxiously biting down on your lip and tapping the end of your quill against your chin when you come across a particularly hard question.
stalker! theo who follows you all the way back to your dorm, making sure you get in safely. lurking in the shadows as you cautiously look over your shoulder, pretty eyes alert and ready as you squint in the darkness.
stalker! theo who finds a sick thrill in watching you shiver as your gaze passes through the spot he's hiding in, eyes unfocused and glazed as you gloss over him in the darkness of the castle, steps picking up as you climb your way up ravenclaw tower, answering the riddle whilst clutching your wand closer to your chest.
stalker! theo who waits until he know you're good and settled, because he knows how long your bedtime routine is, knows you like to shower and stick to your skincare routine religiously before tucking yourself into bed and cuddling your little stuffie to sleep.
stalker! theo who lets himself into your dorm with a master key he nicked from dumbledore's office, sneaking quietly into your room and making himself right at home.
stalker! theo who nosily flickers through the knickknacks on your desk, all perfectly lined up in neat little rows, which he returns them to before sauntering over to your bookshelves and tracing over the notes and lines that you'd scribbled onto the worn, yellow pages.
stalker! theo who hovers by your bed, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face and smiling as he watches you sleep peacefully, all snuggled up with your stuffie. thumb brushing over your cheek as he presses his lips against yours in a sweet little peck before whispering, sweet dreams, my pretty little raven.
stalker! theo who freezes when you stir, fingers reaching for him in the dark, while you softly murmur in your sleep. please, theo. the bulge in his trousers growing while you moan and whimper so desperately. desperate for him.
stalker! theo who exhales a shaky breath, knowing that it's wrong, so wrong to invade your privacy like this, but he just can't help himself. you bring out the addictive, compulsive side to him and he's obsessed.
stalker! theo who is pilfering through your dresser, pulling out a pair of your pretty lace pink panties. who knows how fucked up it is to touch himself like this even as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his boxers down, wrapping your panties around his cock before stroking himself, getting off on listening to your pretty little sounds, still moaning his name in your sleep.
stalker! theo who is panting and gasping as he pumps himself while a choked groan crawls up his throat. he tries to tamper down his noises by biting his lip, canines sinking into his bottom lip so hard that he’s breaking skin and drawing blood. watching as crimson dots you bedsheets.
stalker! theo who finishes all over your pretty panties, covering the lace in his cum while you continue to dream, blissful and unaware of the filthy, dirty way he’d wanked himself off right beside you.
stalker! theo who leans down to murmur, fuck. you don’t know what you do to me, principessa. i fucking adore you. i’d do anything for you. there’s no limit to the lengths i’d go to just to make you smile. theo sighs, kissing your temple. you’re mine, cara mia. even if you don’t now it yet. i promise that you will soon, y/n. i’ll make you mine no mater what it takes.
stalker! theo who lingers by the door cause he can’t help but sneak one last glance at you. smiling softly, he watched as you snuggle your stuffie closer. his heart threatens to burst at the precious sight and in that moment theo knows. he’d do anything for you. he’d kill for you. he’d die for you. but for now, he has to settle for the memory of your soft rasp, saying his name over and over again like a prayer.
stalker! theo who leans against the doorway, slipping your pretty pink panties into his pocket for safekeeping before whispering softly in the darkness, goodnight, my pretty little raven.
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tiethenott · 5 months ago
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Nott your stalker
What happens when the predator turns into the prey? theodore nott x obsessed!stalker!reader
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Five months.For five months Theodore Nott had been stalked.At first he thought it was endearing,thinking it was some girl who had a simple crush who was putting roses Infront of his door!But a simple bouquet turned into chocolates he was certain laced with Amortentia.Gifts tailored to his liking started appearing in his dorm.Watches,colonge,clothes,books even rings he kept his eye on for a second too long through the windows of shops in Hogsmede were neatly wrapped and placed on his desk the next day. Whenever the Slytherin missed class,the notes would appear on his now neatened desk as well as new ink and quills for writing.If there was a test he didn't study for,a piece of paper would magically appear with all of the correct answers,written in cursive,elegent handwriting.Theodore took this to his advantage,slacking off on his school work,barely attending classes because he knew his admirer would always give him the answers and make sure he doesn't fail.He thought it was pathetic honestly,some random girl he doesn't have a care for in the world obsessing over him. The boy didn't even have to spend his money anymore! this was amazing! Theodore naively set his mindset to,having a false sense of safety wrapped around him. That was until the messages came.On the 1st of August was when Theodore awoke to a ping on his phone.Sleepily checking it,he saw it was from an unknown number 'Happy Anniversary my love!' his heart dropped.
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The messages continued,no matter how much he blocked the numbers,you just kept getting new ones.That was until he decided to ignore it,causing the letters to start. But it got worse.Each girl he flirted with ended up with a black eye and horrible scars the next day,avoiding Theodore but the girls he slept with had it worse.The random girls he hooked up with were never in his bed the morning after,he found it weird considering before his stalker,they begged to stay but now he woke up with an empty bed,the other side neatly made and no sign of the girls.Not their clothes,anything.When Theodore did see them,they avoided him like the plague,their faces beaten and bruised,sometimes they had to be in the infirmary due to the injuries and hexes! You were ruining his social life and it needed to stop.He needed to find you.
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A FEW DAYS LATER Sneaking into Theodore's room was exhilarating.It had become a habit to sneak in when he was with his mates or the rare occasion when he was in class.You knew his schedule,which made sneaking in quite easy.Today,he had a detention with Professor Snape for 2 hours,giving you more than enough time. There was something so addictive about Theo,like a drug you couldn't quit.Theodore was your drug. But for the life of you,you couldnt understand why Theodore couldn't understand that you were his?Why did he have to go with other girls?why was he talking to other girls?You didn't like to get your hands dirty,you really didnt by how else were you going to prove he was off limits?That he was yours? Entering his dorm,you melt at the smell of mohogany,the faint scent of cigarettes and the cologne you bought him.His smell.Closing the door,you frown at his messy room,your teddy coudn't live in filth!Immediately,you picked up clothes thrown accross his room and neatly fold and put them away now moving to his desk,leaving bookmarks in texts he left opened and closing them,neatly stacking it before pulling out a copy of the homework that you forged in his handwriting and resting it in the middle of his desk.You write a note,informing him of the Charms and History of Magic test on Thursday,already knowing he wouldnt study but he had to show up,You cared about his grades! Looking over at his bed,you lay in it,relaxing in the scent of him for a few minutes before making it up. and pulling the articles of clothing you took from your last visit and place it neatly on the end of his bed.Your eyes flicker to his ash tray that's filled,huffing at his laziness before dumping the askes out and wiping it clean.You didn't like that theo smoked but you knew he had to cope somehow,you didn't want him to break! Smirking to yourself,you stride over to his wardrobe and open it,searching for a hoddie to take borrow.But thats when you hear the door opening.You panic,he was never back this early! Frantically,you hide in his wardrobe,your heart racing at an abnormal rate,your eyes peaking through the blinds as you watch him enter,smiling at the sight of your Theodore. He enters the room,seeing the cleaned room as he scoffs to himself,wandring over to his desk where the homework is and test reminder "God you're obsessed" he wonders out loud as he strips down into his boxers,grabbing a black,band shirt off the pile of clothes you brought back off his bed and outting it on before throwing back the covers and falling into his bed,scrolling on his phone It took 3 hours.Three fucking hours for him to fall asleep.When youre posititve he's asleep,you open the closet and step out,going over to his bed and croching down,ghosing your fingers over his serene face.You brush the curls out of his face and leaned in,lightly kissing his cheek before leaving his room.
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Theodore doesn't know how he ended up being dragged to a Ravenclaw party by his friends and he certainly doesn't know how he ended up surrounded by a crowd chugging a bottle of fire whiskey.Finishing the bottle,the crowd erupts into celebration as he drunkley navigates his way to an empty hallway.Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath,rubbing his temples to help soothe his oncoming headache.He opens his eyes and scans the crowd when he spots a pretty girl who is chatting to a group of people.She seems like a sweetheart he thinks.Your eyes find his and you flash him a warm smile before walking over to him eagerly and start striking up a conversation. The slytherin ends up in your bed,laying down as your hands are pressed against his scratch riddened chest to support yourself as you bounce yourself up and down on his hardened cock in a repeated motion.Your soft moans filled the air as well as his groans which were music to his ears.You positioned yourself at an angle which immediately made him let out a string of moans.It didnt matter if it was causing you agony,his length stretching out your virgin core,but it didn't matter as long as he was feeling pleasured.His not cum drips out of you as you topple off him,admiring his fucked out face.You limp over to get a towel,cleaning him before dressing him in his boxers,careful nnot to wake him as he falls peacefully drifts off into a deep slumber. You change and clean yourself before crawling into bed,facing him and snuggling into his chest,hoping you satisfied him enough.
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In the morning,Theodore wakes up in the softest sheets his body has ever layed on,distracting him from the raging headache creeping up on him.But he notices the head laying peacefully on his chest.He slowly gets up,watching your body fall as he groans,the headache punishing him.Theodore dresses himself and surveys the room.Curiosity gets the best of him,wandering over to your desk which enhabits a black book labeled "Y/N" in a gold font.His eyebrows raise,watching back over to your sleeping figure.Theodore opens the book and dreads fills his body. MONDAY 7:50 - he leaves his dorm for breakfast 9:30 -10:45: he goes to potions with Blaise 11 - 12:45: goes to Care of Magical Creatures with Lorenzo 1 - 2:10: skips lunch and smokes with mattheo then goes to slytherin common room 2:30 - 3:45:attends History of Magic with Pansy 3:50 - 5:05:goes to Astronomy 5:10 - goes to his dorm to rest 6:30 - goes to dinner falls asleep at 11 pm. continuing his reading,his face falls into horror while flipping the pages revealing the rest of his week's schedule that he didnt even know.Too engrossed in the discovery of his stalker,the boy doesnt hear the crinkling of the duvet or the soft yawns coming from you.But he freezes at the sound of your groggy voice "Teddy?what are you doing?" fuck.
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Hey!Stalking is not cool!so dont stalk anyone and if you are being stalked contact authorities or someone trusted!I do not support stalking!
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madhatterbri · 11 months ago
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Puppet Master | T.N.
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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,"
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