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cruel-seduction · 4 months ago

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Run, baby, Run. (Werewolf theo au)

Werewolf!theo au (u can read it as standalone)

word count - 3.5k+

Summary - You still remember the first time Theo ruined you—how you kicked, screamed, pretended you didn’t want it, even as your body betrayed you, dripping, pulsing, aching for more. But this time, he’s giving you a choice: run. Try to escape. If he catches you, and you know he will, there’ll be no mercy. He’ll have you spread out on the bed, wrists pinned, legs forced wide as he takes his time—sucking, biting, fucking you into delirium, making you come again and again until your mind shatters and the only thing left is the filthy, desperate need to be owned by him

Contains - spit but not theo it's reader instead, cnc idk man what this is called, fingering, smut, degrading, and I genuinely don't know which is bad or not so contain some really bad stuff also soft dom theo who knows how to mock someone.

a/n - Hello, my certified cutie red flags. I proofread it in my phone while I was in metro. I felt very embarrassed. I am ovulating. Wolf theo is a need not a want.

The ache between your thighs still hasn’t faded.

You shift uncomfortably as you walk, your muscles sore, your body betraying you with every step. It’s been a week, but you can still feel him—his weight pressing you into your own mattress, the brutal drag of his cock stretching you open, his teeth sinking into your skin as he whispered against your throat, “Mine.”

You had fought him that night. Hard. You had clawed at his arms, shoved against his chest, even slapped him across the face so hard your palm stung—but all he did was fucking smile. Like he was amused. Like your resistance meant nothing. Like the bond had already decided for you.

And maybe it had.

Your fingers tighten around the silver chain around your neck, the protective talisman hanging just above your collarbone. A worthless thing. A useless, desperate attempt to convince yourself that you still had a choice in any of this. You had bought it from a vendor in Knockturn Alley the day after he had ruined you, the old witch promising that it would keep werewolves at bay. But deep down, you knew better.

Nothing could keep him away from you.

And the worst part?

Some sick, twisted part of you didn’t want it to.

No. Fuck that. You shake your head, forcing the thought away, shoving it deep into the recesses of your mind where all your shame lives. You didn’t want him. You didn’t. He had forced you—pinned you down, taken what he wanted, told you that the mark he left on your skin bound you together in a way that you could never undo. It wasn’t real. It was just the bite. Just a trick of biology, some ancient, primal magic designed to make you want him.

That’s all it was.

And yet, every night since, you had lain awake in your bed, pulse racing, breath uneven, skin prickling with the memory of him. Waiting.

For what, you don’t know. For him to come back? For him to break down your door again, to pin you to the mattress and make you forget why you ever fought him in the first place?

Your jaw tightens as you force your feet to move faster, your bag slung over your shoulder as you take the lonelier route home. You had done it without thinking. Without realizing. Maybe because you were avoiding the crowded streets, or maybe—no, no.

You’re just being paranoid.

But then you see it.

A blur of movement—just beyond the edge of your vision.

Your breath catches, your heart slamming against your ribs. A shadow flickers between the buildings, something too fast, too smooth, too wrong. You freeze, eyes darting toward the alley up ahead, and for a second, you swear you see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you before vanishing into the dark.

Every instinct in your body screams at you to run.

You spin on your heel, but before you can take a single step, a hand shoots out from the shadows—rough fingers curling around your wrist, yanking you into the alleyway. You barely have time to gasp before you’re shoved back against the brick wall, a firm body pressing into yours, familiar heat searing through your clothes.

Then, a low chuckle.

"Missed me, babygirl?"

Theodore fucking Nott.

Theodore chuckles, low and amused, his breath fanning against your cheek as his fingers tighten around your wrist, pinning you firmly against the rough brick.

Then his gaze flickers down, and his smirk stretches wider.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His voice is drenched in condescension as he plucks at the silver chain around your neck, the so-called protective talisman glinting under the moonlight. “This is adorable. Really.”

You don’t move, don’t breathe, just stare at him as he slowly lowers his head—deliberate, teasing—until his lips brush against the pendant. His mouth parts, the warmth of his tongue flicking over the metal as he hums.

You flinch, the cold silver pressing between his teeth—nothing happens. No burning flesh, no pained hiss, no forced retreat.

Just him, smirking against your throat like the cruel bastard he is.

Your stomach drops.

Bitch, you were supposed to protect me.

Theo laughs like he can hear the exact moment realization dawns, his grip sliding from your wrist to lace his fingers through yours, effectively trapping you. “Did you really think,” he murmurs, voice dark, sinful, mocking, “that some cheap trinket would keep you safe from me?”

His nose brushes against your jaw, inhaling deeply, voice turning rougher, huskier, as he exhales against your skin. “You should’ve let me die that night. Should’ve walked away, left me bleeding in the dirt.” His lips ghost over your pulse, sharp teeth grazing just enough to make you tense. “But you didn’t.”

His tongue flicks against the mark on your neck, and heat rushes through your veins like poison.

“Now you’re mine.”

The words send a violent shudder down your spine, but you force your lips to curl into a smirk despite the way your stomach twists. “Possessive much?” you taunt, trying to inject as much venom as you can into the words. “Is that because I was the only woman desperate enough to touch you? Or did mummy not hug you enough as a child?”

The dig is sharp, brutal, and you see it hit—just for a second, a flicker of something dangerous sparking behind his golden gaze.

But then—fuck.

His smirk only deepens.

“Careful,” he purrs, his voice a lethal promise, pressing his knee between your thighs just enough to make you feel how quickly this could turn against you. “Don't speak too much” His grip tightens as he leans in, his lips nearly brushing yours.

Your pulse slams against your ribs as his face lowers, his lips brushing yours—just a ghost of contact.

Then—

He kisses you.

It’s not soft. It’s not kind.

It’s punishment.

A slow, wicked claim, his tongue sliding against yours, his teeth dragging over your bottom lip like he’s already imagining what you’ll sound like when you beg.

You gasped against the dirt, your lungs heaving as Theo’s weight pressed you down, his lips slanting over yours in a kiss that was more battle than intimacy—teeth grazing, breath searing, the brutal press of his tongue forcing its way between your lips. You bit him. Hard. The sharp tang of copper flooded your mouth, but all it did was make him groan, his hips grinding down, pressing the thick length of his cock against you through the barrier of your clothes.

“You bite me again, dove,” he murmured darkly, dragging his lips to your jaw, to the tender skin just beneath your ear, “and I’ll put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.”

You scoffed, spitting blood to the side as your hands shoved against his chest. It was useless. He didn’t even move—didn’t even flinch—just smiled that lazy, arrogant smirk that made you want to rip his face off.

“You keep acting like I want this, Theo,” you hissed, your nails raking down his forearms, but he caught your wrists easily, pinning them above your head with one hand. “I’d rather throw myself to the real wolves than let you touch me again.”

His golden eyes gleamed, his mouth curling wickedly as he wedged his thigh between yours, forcing them apart. “You mean the same way you threw yourself at me last time?” His free hand dropped, palming you through your clothes, fingers pressing between your thighs, slow and taunting. “Because if I remember correctly, you were shaking—so fucking desperate, I barely had to touch you before you came all over my cock.”

You arched, snarling, trying to buck him off, but it only made things worse—only made you feel the steel-hard press of him even more. He was so big, thick and pulsing against you, and your traitorous body clenched at the memory of being stretched wide, ruined around him.

It had been a week. A week of trying to convince yourself you hated every second of it. A week of lying awake, thighs pressed together, still sore, still marked, still aching—because the worst part was, your body had already decided. It didn’t care what your mind wanted. It only cared about the mark.

He knew it, too. Could smell it.

He dipped his head, inhaling deeply against the crook of your neck before letting out a low, knowing chuckle. “Mmm. That’s cute, dove,” he purred. “That little act. That little scowl.” His lips brushed against your throat, hot and teasing, just barely there. “But I can smell it. I can smell how wet you are for me.”

Your stomach twisted. “Fuck you.”

His teeth dragged against your pulse point, his grip on your wrists tightening. “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

And then he tore your blouse open—just ripped it down the middle like it was nothing, like the fabric was no stronger than tissue. The cold air bit at your skin, at your breasts covered through a bra, your nipples pebbling against the thin clothes before Theo’s mouth descended, closing around one, sucking hard through the clothing barrier.

You whimpered.

No. No, no, no.

He hummed in approval, laving his tongue over the sensitive bud before dragging his teeth over it, sharp and teasing. “Still pretending?” he taunted, his voice muffled against your skin. “Still acting like you don’t want me to ruin you again?”

You did the only thing you could think of. You spat in his face.

It was a mistake.

His expression darkened, amusement flashing into something far more dangerous. His fingers dug into your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Tsk. Still got some fight in you, huh?”

He leaned down, licking the spit from his lips, from the corner of his mouth, his voice low and taunting. “Good. Makes it more fun when I finally break you.”

You glared at him, panting, your body betraying you, slick pooling between your thighs even as you scowled up at him. “You’ll never break me.”

His grin was wicked.

“Careful,” he murmured, dragging his free hand down your stomach, past the waistband of your skirt, slipping beneath the soaked fabric of your panties. “Keep running that mouth of yours, and I might have to find a better use for it.”

You shuddered as his fingers slid through the wetness pooling between your thighs, circling your clit once—once—before pulling away.

You hissed, frustrated.

He laughed.

“Oh, baby,” he crooned, licking up the side of your throat, savoring the way your breath stuttered. “You’re gonna beg me for it.”

You gritted your teeth, eyes burning with fury. “I would kill myself before I beg for you.”

His smirk was cruel. Amused.

“Oh, dove.” He released your hands, standing over you, cracking his neck like this was nothing but a game to him. “You are fun.”

And then he took a step back.

Your breath hitched.

“What—?”

“Run, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Run. Let’s see how far you get.”

A slow smile curled over his lips, his golden eyes burning.

“Go ahead. Run.”

His voice dropped, dark and sinful.

“The chase only makes it sweeter when I catch you.”

Your pulse hammered in your ears as you bolted into the trees, your lungs burning with every frantic breath. You frantically took the safety pin from your pocket and tightly secure your blouse Although it wasn't much help but still it helped. The cold night air bit at your skin, the remnants of Theo’s touch still lingering on your throat, your lips, your body—fuck, you could still feel his fingers between your thighs, the phantom sensation of his teasing touch making you stumble.

But you didn’t stop.

You couldn’t.

You pushed yourself harder, darting through the dense forest, your bare feet scraping against jagged roots and damp earth. Your torn clothes clung to you, your exposed skin prickling as the wind lashed against you like cruel fingers. You didn’t know where you were going—all you knew was that you had to run.

Had to get away.

Even though deep down, you knew it was useless.

He was faster. Stronger. Could smell you.

But that didn’t mean you were going to make it easy for him.

You veered left, sprinting toward a crumbling structure barely visible through the darkness. The silhouette of an abandoned church loomed before you, its tall, cracked steeple reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers. The wooden doors hung off their hinges, creaking as the wind whispered through the hollow space.

You shoved inside, your breath ragged, your body trembling. The scent of damp wood and old decay filled your lungs as you pressed yourself against the cold stone wall, trying to calm the frantic beat of your heart.

The only sound was your own breathing.

Had you lost him?

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing your body to stop shaking. Just a minute. Just one minute to rest—

The world tilted.

Your vision blurred at the edges.

Your body gave out.

You barely registered the sensation of falling before darkness swallowed you whole.

Drip.

A slow, rhythmic sound echoed in the distance. Your head felt heavy, your body sluggish as you fought to regain consciousness.

Drip. Drip.

Your fingers twitched. Your breath hitched.

Something was wrong.

Your wrists—

You tried to move them, but they didn’t budge.

Panic shot through your veins as your eyes snapped open.

You were on a bed.

The room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of candlelight casting long shadows across cracked walls. The air was thick with dust, the scent of old wood mingling with something else—something deeper, darker.

Your gaze darted around wildly—until you found him.

Theo.

That bastard.

He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with that same arrogant smirk, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement.

“You fainted, baby.” His voice was syrupy sweet, mock concern dripping from every word. “Didn’t eat enough today?”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. “Theo—”

“Too bad,” he interrupted, taking slow, deliberate steps toward the bed, his smirk widening as he tilted his head. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck you until you faint again.”

Your stomach clenched.

You tugged against the restraints, glaring. “You—”

He crawled onto the bed before you could finish, one hand bracing beside your head, his body pressing over yours, caging you in. His scent surrounded you—dark, heady, intoxicating.

His lips found your neck in an instant, open-mouthed and hungry, sucking and biting, leaving bruises in his wake. His breath was hot against your skin as he dragged his tongue over your pulse, his teeth scraping just enough to make you shudder.

“Missed you, dove,” he murmured, his voice low and taunting, vibrating against your throat. “Did you miss me?”

You clenched your jaw, your body betraying you as a shiver ran down your spine.

He chuckled, slow and wicked.

“You did.”

His hand slid up your torso, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing the swell of your chest before closing around your breast through the thin lace of your bra. Your shirt had been discarded somewhere in the room—ripped away in his frenzy, leaving you breathless, exposed. You opened your mouth to yell, to curse him, but before the words could form, his lips crashed against yours.

He wasn’t kissing you. He was consuming you.

His tongue pushed past your lips, claiming your mouth the way he had already claimed your body—relentless, possessive. You fought it, pressing against his chest, but his grip only tightened, his body pinning you beneath him, caging you in. He was going to do what he wanted, and you both knew it.

His fingers found your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before giving it a sharp pinch. You gasped, your lips parting in surprise. He took it as an invitation—his tongue slipping deeper, stroking against yours, tasting you, teasing you. The kiss was all teeth and dominance, messy and desperate, and wrong—so fucking wrong.

And yet, the ache between your legs was undeniable.

Heat pooled in your stomach, liquid and heavy, and you hated it. Hated the way your body betrayed you, how your thighs clenched together in search of friction, how the damp fabric of your panties clung to your skin.

Theo pulled back, breaking the kiss just enough to drag his lips down to your jaw, then lower—to the soft curve of your throat. His breath was hot, uneven. Hungry.

“Needy, are we?” His voice was a low growl against your skin, laced with amusement.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer—but when his teeth sank into your neck, sharp and unyielding, a moan tore free before you could stop it. Your body arched involuntarily, the sting of his bite blooming into something unbearable, something electric.

His mouth soothed over the mark almost instantly, tongue laving over the sensitive skin as if in apology, but you knew better. He wasn’t sorry. He was branding you.

Bastard.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were red, wet, pupils blown so wide his irises were barely visible. He looked ruined—like a man on the edge of his sanity, held together only by the need to bury himself inside you.

His gaze dropped lower, watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest, taking in the way your nipples strained against the lace of your bra. His fingers curled into the fabric.

You knew what was coming.

“Theo—”

The sound of lace ripping filled the air.

That fucker.

“That was expensive,” you seethed, shooting him a glare.

His lips curled into a smirk, completely unfazed. “I’ll buy you another one.”

You scoffed. “I don’t need your charity. And I sure as hell don’t need your soothing words while you’re assaulting me.”

He chuckled darkly. “So, what? You just need my dick then?”

You opened your mouth to snap back, but the moment you did, his lips latched onto your left breast, his teeth grazing your nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A strangled noise caught in your throat—half a curse, half a gasp.

That bastard.

His tongue swirled around the peak, flicking, teasing, tasting, while his hand slid to your other breast, rolling the neglected nipple between his fingers, tugging and twisting until you were writhing beneath him.

“Fucking insufferable,” you hissed, trying to shove him away.

He didn’t budge. Not even a little.

His other hand drifted lower, palm pressing against your stomach before moving between your legs. His knuckles brushed against the damp fabric of your panties, and he groaned, deep and low.

“Fuck,” he murmured, lips still latched onto your breast. “You’re soaking, baby. You act like you don’t want this, but your pretty little cunt is telling me otherwise.”

You clenched your thighs shut, but he only chuckled.

“Aw, don’t get shy on me now.” His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, brushing against your slick folds, deliberately avoiding your clit. His lips dragged up to your throat again, sucking, biting, leaving bruises in his wake.

You gasped, half in frustration, half in something far more humiliating.

“I hate you,” you spat.

His smirk was against your skin. “You’re gonna love me by the time I’m done with you.” He again took his hands out of you panties like right now all his focus was on your breast.

Sucking, biting—his mouth was relentless, devouring every inch of your skin, branding you with his teeth and tongue. His lips latched onto one nipple while his fingers twisted the other, switching between them with cruel precision. Every flick, every sharp nip, sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your stomach. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, hands fisting into the sheets, torn between pushing him away and yanking him closer.

By the time he finally pulled back, your breasts were swollen, reddened from his assault, saliva running down your stomach in slick, glistening trails. Your thighs clenched involuntarily, and that bastard noticed. Of course he did.

A knowing smirk curled at his lips as he dragged his fingers down your body—slow, deliberate—before pressing them between your legs.

You jerked. "Don’t—"

"Don’t what, baby?" His voice was a mocking purr, fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your panties. "Don’t touch what’s already mine?"

You sucked in a sharp breath, willing yourself to stay composed, to ignore the unbearable heat curling in your gut. But then he pushed your panties aside and slid a finger into you—no warning, no mercy.

A strangled cry left your lips.

Theo groaned, low and satisfied. "Fuck. You're tight." His breath hitched as he pushed deeper, his knuckles pressing against your entrance. "This little cunt is choking my fingers, baby. You needed this, didn’t you?"

You bit down on your lip, refusing to make a sound, but the burn of the stretch mixed with the humiliating wetness coating his fingers had you shaking.

He curled his finger, dragging it along that sensitive spot inside you, making your back arch despite yourself. "Ohhh, look at that," he cooed. "You’re clenching so hard. Trying to milk my fingers already?"

"Go to hell," you spat, breathless.

He chuckled, dark and low, before shoving a second finger inside you.

A broken moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

"Yeah?" Theo pressed his forehead against yours, eyes blown black with hunger. "Then can I take you with me, sweetheart?”

His thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles—just enough to drive you insane, not enough to give you what you needed. You hated how your hips jerked up, how your body begged even when you didn’t.

"Poor thing," he crooned, pressing a kiss to your cheek, deceptively soft. "You’re fighting so hard, but look at you." His fingers pumped in and out of you, dragging against that perfect spot, pulling slick, obscene sounds from between your legs. "Listen to yourself. You’re soaking my fucking hand."

Your breath hitched. "Shut up."

"Aww, baby, don’t be shy," he taunted. "You’re the one making all these pretty little noises."

He twisted his wrist, angling his fingers just right, and pleasure slammed through you like a live wire. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp, your brain short-circuiting.

Theo stilled.

Your vision snapped back into focus, only to find him staring at you with something feral in his eyes—something almost reverent.

He looked wrecked. Obsessed.

Like you were a god he was desperate to worship.

His lips hovered over yours, breath fanning against your skin, but he didn’t move. He just watched—like he was committing this moment to memory. The way your lips parted. The way your body trembled. The way you gave in.

Then his smirk returned, cruel and knowing.

"Ohhh, that’s it, baby," he murmured. "That’s the spot, huh?"

You clenched your jaw, trying to pull yourself back from the edge, but your mind was slipping, unraveling with every slow, precise stroke of his fingers. Words failed you. Thoughts scattered.

"You were talking so much shit a minute ago," Theo mused, dragging his tongue along the shell of your ear. "What happened, baby? Can’t form a single coherent thought now?"

Your fingers dug into his shoulders. "I hate you."

He only smirked, shoving his fingers impossibly deeper, swallowing the desperate cry that tore from your throat.

"That’s cute, sweetheart," he murmured, lips brushing against yours. "But you’re gonna be screaming my name when you cum."

And fuck, you hated that he was right.

Your cunt ached—stretched around his fingers, abused by the relentless pace of his thrusts. The pain licked at the edges of your pleasure, sharpening it into something almost unbearable. Every time his fingers curled inside you, they dragged against that spot that made your vision white out, made your body convulse against him despite the screams in your mind telling you to fight.

But fight what?

The pleasure? The way your body betrayed you? The way his voice—low, taunting, dripping with amusement—curled around you like a noose?

"That’s it, baby," Theo purred, his free hand tweaking one of your nipples, rolling it between his fingers. "Cry for me."

Tears welled in your eyes as the unbearable coil in your stomach tightened, twisted, ready to snap. You shook your head violently, choking on your own breath. "No—No—"

He pinched your clit sharply, and the scream that tore from your throat wasn’t one of protest. It was pure, raw need.

"No?" Theo mocked, his voice saccharine, dripping with fake sympathy. "Then why’s this little pussy clenching around my fingers like she doesn’t want me to stop?"

You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t breathe. Your stomach tensed, your thighs shook, and your mouth opened into a silent, shattered cry as your orgasm hit—a violent, electric explosion that wracked your entire body.

It stole the air from your lungs. The world disappeared, your mind reduced to nothing but raw sensation—pure, devastating pleasure. You fisted the sheets so tightly your knuckles burned, your back arching into him, chasing the last tremors of your release.

Theo didn’t stop.

He kept his fingers inside you, fucking you through every aftershock, prolonging the pleasure until it hurt. Your sobs turned breathless, broken.

"There she is," he cooed, his voice like silk over razors. "Look at you. Fucking coming all over my fingers like you were made for this."

A breathless laugh slipped from your lips, shaky and dazed. Half-laugh, half-sob. What the fuck were you doing?

You barely registered when he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to your lips. You hesitated and just then you felt sting. He fucking slapped your oversensitive cunt. Your eyes rolled from the pleasure. Then he whispered in your ears slowly to suck his fingers. His voice so fucking deep that you left control over your body. It was like you can't control it anymore. So you sucked them clean—slowly, deliberately—never breaking eye contact.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction.

You shivered, your body still thrumming, over-sensitive and raw. Your breath came in quick, shallow gasps, trying desperately to ground yourself—to think.

But then Theo was moving.

He pushed your legs apart, settling between them like he belonged there, dragging his lips along your inner thigh. "You’re not done yet, sweetheart."

Your head lolled to the side, a weak whimper spilling from your throat. "Theo—"

He chuckled darkly. "Theo?" His teeth scraped over your sensitive skin, his breath hot against your thigh. "No, baby. For now?" He pressed a lingering kiss to your soaked cunt, smug and reverent.

"I’m your fucking god."

And when he dragged his tongue through your folds, you believed him

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heavenlybodies333 · 3 months ago

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Like a Goddamn Wet Dream - M.R.

He’d left his wand in his room after Quidditch practice—grumbled something under his breath about fucking forgetfulness and jogged back toward the dorm. The common room was empty, torches flickering low, throwing amber shadows against the walls. The door to his dorm was cracked open, faint light spilling through—you were on top of Theo, your back arched, that same silver chain glinting between your tits, catching in the sweat on your skin. Your hands were pressed to his chest, your nails dragging down his ribs as you rode him like you were in a fucking porno.

“Theo,” you moaned, long and slow, like you were tasting his name. “Fuck—right there—”

Mattheo’s breath hitched. He gritted his teeth so hard his jaw clicked. He stepped forward, quiet, slow, like his body was acting without him. Like he couldn’t not look.

The door creaked open another inch.

And there you were. On his bed. Mattheo’s fucking bed.

He should have walked away. He should have stormed in and ripped Theo off you. Thrown a punch. Hexed you both to hell.

But he didn’t. He stood there and watched.

Mattheo had seen you like this before. Beneath him. But never like this.

You weren’t just fucking Theo. You were performing. Putting on a show.

And worst of all—you knew he was watching.

Your eyes flicked to the doorway. Just once. Just for a second.

But it was enough. Your mouth parted in a wicked grin as you moaned louder, like you were putting on a concert. You leaned down, whispered something in Theo’s ear, then looked back again.

Right at Mattheo.

It wasn’t until hours later, after Theo had vanished and you had stayed—uninvited, shameless, sprawled on the couch in one of Mattheo’s stolen shirts—that he finally snapped.

“You wore this for me?” he rasps, fingers trailing up your thigh, stopping just before the line of your panties.

You tilt your head, lashes heavy. “Wore it for Theo, actually. But you’ll do.”

He paced.

Ran a hand through his hair.

“You fucked him here,” he muttered, looking at the bed like it had betrayed him too. “In my bed.”

You tilted your head, your voice sugar-sweet: “You want me to lie and say it didn’t feel good?”

His laugh was hollow as he turned to you, eyes dark and feral.

“You want honesty?” he snapped. “Fine. I jerked off to it. To the sound of you moaning his name in my sheets.”

Your smirk faltered—for a second. But you recovered quick, stepping toward him, hips swaying like a weapon. “You still came thinking about me. That’s all that matters.”

He grabbed your throat. Not tight, just enough to make you pause, enough to make you feel it.

“You think you can just walk back in here and start playing games?”

“Baby,” you purr, lashes fluttering as you smirk up at him, “if you didn’t want to play, you wouldn’t be so fucking hard right now.”

He shoved you back onto the couch. You gasped, delighted, not afraid. Never afraid. He climbed over you like a storm coming in—knees bracketing your thighs, mouth hovering over yours.

“I should hate you.”

“But you don’t.”

“You cheated on me.”

You licked your lips. “I fucked someone else, Matty. Don’t water it down.”

His fingers fisted in your hair. You gasped as he yanked your head back.

“You’re insane,” he growled.

“Matty? Listen,” you said, grinning despite the bite of his grip, “I know I was a bad girl—but come on… you’d have to be crazy not to take me back.”

He stared at you, jaw clenched, whole body tense like he was debating whether to kiss you or kill you.

“Fuck it,” he muttered.

And then his mouth was on yours. Brutal. Hungry. Furious.

You clawed at his shirt, dragged your nails down his chest as you ground against him. He hissed, shoved your skirt up with both hands, and dragged your panties down with a growl.

“Still wet for me?” he taunted.

“Always.”

He pushed into you without preamble. No teasing. Just punishment. You cried out, back arching, the stretch almost unbearable—but exactly what you needed.

“You missed this,” he said, fucking into you hard, fast. “You missed me.”

You pulled him down by the chain around his neck, bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“I missed your cock,” you breathed. “Not your fucking attitude.”

That does it.

Mattheo flipped you over, hand pressing between your shoulder blades, forcing your cheek into the couch as he slammed into you from behind.

“You liked making me jealous?” he gritted out, hips snapping against you.

“Loved it.”

He leaned over you, his chain dangling against your back as he bit your shoulder—hard.

He’s brutal with it. Feral. Like he’s trying to erase the memory of someone else inside you. Like he’s punishing your cunt for letting someone else in.

His fingers tangle in your hair, yank your head up so he can hiss in your ear: “Tell me who you belong to.”

You laugh, breathless and wicked. “Thought I belonged to Theo.”

He slaps your ass so hard you cry out, body jerking forward.

“Wrong fucking answer.”

You giggle like the little demon you are, even as he drags you up by your throat again, forces you to kneel in front of him as he pulls out, cock slick and furious.

He grabs your chin, forces your mouth open. “Open wider.”

You obey, eyes half-lidded, lips parted.

“That’s what I like about you,” he says darkly. “So obedient.”

Then he’s fucking your throat. Merciless. Deep. You choke around him, eyes watering, nails digging into his thighs as he uses your mouth like it’s his to ruin.

He pulls out, a thread of spit and come connecting you to him.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, still smiling.

“Feel better, baby?” you croon.

“I’m gonna fuck you again,” he says, voice raw. “And then again. Until you forget every other name but mine.”

You press your body into his, your thighs sticky, your grin feral.

“This pussy,” he growled, grabbing your ass so hard it left bruises, “is mine.”

You didn’t answer.

So he dragged you back, arm around your throat, fucking you with such vicious purpose your knees gave out. He held you up—like a doll, like a toy—as he used you.

He pulled out slowly, deliberately, and flipped you over again. Your body was flushed, sweat-slicked, trembling.

He leaned down, brushing your hair from your face. “You don’t get to leave me,” he murmured.

You blinked up at him, dazed. “Matty—”

He gripped your throat again—softer this time. Almost tender.

“You leave, I’ll fucking kill him.” His eyes searched yours for any sign of defiance,“That’s a promise princess.”

“Matty…” you whispered, voice torn between a taunt and a plea.

His eyes were black with it—rage, want, something feral and bottomless. His thumb stroked your pulse where his hand still held your throat. Then he kissed you again—slow this time, “Say it,” he growled into your neck. “Say who you fucking belong to.”

You gasped, moaned, teeth clenched.

He slapped your pussy, hard.

“Say it.”

“You,” you cried. “Fuck—you, Matty.”

He grinned against your shoulder. “That’s my fucking girl.”

your whole body shaking beneath him. He followed with a growl, spilling into you, marking you from the inside out.

He stayed buried in you for a moment. Then he pulled out slowly, watching you twitch, ruined and spent.

You collapsed to your side, trembling and red-lipped, your hair a mess, mascara smudged like war paint.

He crouched beside you, one hand brushing over your bruised thigh, almost tender.

“You ever pull that shit again,” he said, voice low and calm now—too calm, “and I won’t just kill him.”

You turned your head, smirked through swollen lips. “You gonna kill me too?”

He leaned in, pressed his mouth to your ear. “No, princess. I’ll keep you alive. Just barely.”

A pause.

“I’ll make you beg for mercy you know I’ll never give.”

You laughed, breathless and fucked out.

“Sounds like foreplay.”

Mattheo stood, dragged a hand through his hair, looking down at you like a god surveying the wreckage of a temple. You were the altar and the sin.

Sighing before grabbing his shirt off the floor, slipping it on with practiced ease. Your heart dropped, he wasn’t going to stay?

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes,” he said, “I‘ll be back tomorrow night.”

He flicked his wand—finally retrieved from his dorm—and your clothes flew across the room, landing in a heap by the door.

You stared at them, then at him. “You said I was yours.”

“And you are,” he replied, stepping close, fingers gripping your chin. “But being mine doesn’t mean I’m kind. It means I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

Your jaw clenched, tears burning behind your eyes—but you wouldn’t cry. Not for him.

He kissed you once more—slow, searing before pulling away. “Next time you let someone else inside you,” he said, voice sharp and venom-sweet, “make sure you’re ready for the consequences.”

You stared up at him, tears brimming the corners of your eyes silently falling before looking down as the ground became blurry, hearing the door slam after him.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

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wasiandude · 5 months ago

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Understand my son more.

Albert was the typical 50-year-old father, bald, beer-bellied and hairy, a father who always had problems with his 18-year-old son, theo.

Since his wife left them, Albert always had to keep an eye on Theo and Theo was more obedient when he was little, but once he turned 18 he became rebellious and always disobeyed his father

One Saturday afternoon albert was on his couch, with a beer in his hand and watching television, exactly a football match, As he had already had a few drinks, he began to remember all the times Theo had yelled at him: "stay out of my life!"

He let out a small sigh as I leaned my head back on the couch.

"Sometimes I wish I could understand my son better, walk in his shoes and see everything that goes through his mind, to try to understand him better." Albert said.

As he continued to think and drink beer, the sound of the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Theo told me he'd be back from the frat party later, I haven't cleaned the house, god"

Albert quickly stood up to throw away his beer, the pizza box and clean up the table a bit so Theo wouldn't yell at him, After he finished he sighed and went to open the door, to his surprise there was no one, he look to one side, to the other side and nobody, so it occurred to him to look down, he found what looked like a chain.

He raised an eyebrow and then picked it up and began to inspect it, it was nothing out of the ordinary just a bronze chain that was quite nice, it looked a lot like the ones his son wore, So he just shrugged and carried the chain over to the table.

He went back to the door to close it so he could sit back down on the couch and continue watching his football game, But something inside him told him to look at the chain again, since it was quite pretty and he liked it, so he got up from the couch just to grab the chain.

He wanted to put it on, but he couldn't, he clearly knew it was his son's... What would happen if his son came and saw him wearing it? A fight, and he didn't want to fight.

But after a few minutes of thinking, he grabbed the chain and put it around his neck, He went to his room and looked at himself completely because the chain looked very good on him so he just smiled and went back to his couch.

The hours passed and Theo did not arrive from the party, his father wondered if something bad had happened to his son, But knowing what Theo was like, he imagined that he was having sex with one of the cheerleaders, so all his worries went away.

The clock read exactly 12:00 a.m. so albert fell asleep with a beer in his hand and with the chain on.

The next day Albert woke up to the sound of cars and neighbors, he sat up to stretch and yawn but he was still sleepy, he wondered why but then he just shook his head and stood up, his body felt quite hot and he felt weird.

He walked up the stairs of his house and began to walk towards the hallway, he wondered if his son had arrived while he was sleeping so he opened his room but Theo was not there.

Theo's room smelled pretty bad, sweat, dirty socks, cigarette and... ¿C*m?

Albert had an idea, to clean Theo's room, so he went in and started picking up Theo's dirty clothes from the floor but without realizing it he got a cramp in his foot, so he sat down in his bed son.

Strangely, he began to feel dizzy, so he brought his hands to his head and then closed his eyes, perhaps the smell of the room could have made him dizzy.

"God, what's wrong with me?"

And without realizing it, his big, hairy feet began to shrink, all the hair on them began to cease to exist and thus give way to younger, more well-groomed feet, but still quite masculine.

"huh? Why do my boots feel so different?"

The next thing to start changing were his legs, his big legs began to deflate giving way to thinner legs without any hair, his thigh trunks began to slowly shrink while still being large but now a little less, his skin began to look quite young and smooth

His pectorals, which had fat and quite a bit of hair, began to shrink while all his hair ceased to exist, Now he had two worked pectorals, they were not big but you could notice them very well.

His beer belly began to burn all the fat and beer he had, it began to recede from his body to leave him with a flabby stomach with a bit of abs.

His rather hairy and wide arms began to change as well, all the fat on his arms began to cease to exist, his hair which he was proud to have ceased to exist to leave you with younger, softer skin, but still looking masculine.

All the clothes on his body were clearly too big for his, It was like a teenager had put on his dad's clothes so his clothes started to change, His military-colored shirt began to tighten around his body, the green color began to turn white giving way to a sporty white nike shirt.

His grey pants began to change and shrink, the bottom of the pants began to recede so that they now looked like shorts his color also began to change to a white tone, and he was now wearing white nike shorts and his boots changed to a pair of white nike sneakers.

Now his hands began to burn, feeling strange as he continued to hold his head, He couldn't notice how his big, wide, old, calloused hands began to look younger, his sausage fingers grew longer, His hands no longer looked so big and had a softer appearance.

His face began to change, all the beard he had and always shaved in the mornings began to reduce until it ceased to exist, All the fat on his jaw began to rust away, giving way to a very pronounced jaw, a jaw that could make any girl fall in love with him, All the fat on his cheeks oxidized to leave his with a slimmer face, His small lips began to plump up, giving his some rather cute and kissable lips, his nose became thinner and his eyebrows became smaller to give his a model face, right now Albert looked like an 18 year old american guy.

He took his hands off his head so he could put them on the edge of the bed and start breathing, The moment he removed his hands, hair began to grow, where he was once bald he now had hair and his hair began to turn into the typical cut of a jock guy.

The dizziness had passed, the heat had passed so he opened his eyes and began to look everywhere, when he saw himself in the mirror that Theo had in front of his bed he was completely surprised.

He quickly got up from the bed and then began to touch his face, hair and body. He clearly saw how his Adam's apple changed before his eyes, becoming more noticeable.

"I have become my son!? I am looking at my son's c*ck? Do I have my son's voice? I did not ask for this... I wanted to understand my son, not be my son..."

That strange feeling of looking at his son's c*cl made him feel weird, so he quickly pulled down his shorts and revealed that his c*ck was still his and not his c*ck son's.

But at that moment he began to feel hot, it seemed that Theo's hormones began to invade his body, Being an 18 year old guy Theo was always thinking about s*x so Albert started shaking his head

"no, no this can't be possible, no..."

Albert walked back and sat on the bed and then unconsciously brought his hand to his c*ck and began to j*rk off in front of the mirror, He watched as his fat little c*ck began to lengthen, fill with veins and widen, His 5-centimeter c*ck grew in size, reaching 12 centimeters.

Thoughts of Theo began to invade Albert's mind, t*ts, cheerleaders, s*x, alcohol and being with his bro's from the team began to invade his entire being.

After a few minutes of thinking about t*ts, Theo came like this staining the floor of his room, he let out a sigh and dropped onto the bed.

"I'm an idi*t, I left my bedroom door open and that old man could have seen me"

Theo quickly stood up and closed the door to his room, grabbing some cleaning towels from his nightstand to clean up the c*m he had released.

He pulled up his shorts and sat back down on his bed, took out his cell phone and took a photo to upload to his Instagram.

"This chain is sick bros! It makes me look more attractive ;) girls, I'll wait for you in my bed"

#male tf #personality change #reality change #jock tf #male transformation #frat boy tf #age regression

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the-sword-lesbian · 22 days ago

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There’s a Valkyrie in my repair bay…

“In” is a sort of operative word here, because the only parts “inside” are the crown and 60% of the torso. The legs and three of remaining wings are hanging out clear into the scrapyard. And the fourth wing is still sitting in the crash site half a mile down the hill.

If a drone or any Colonial Empire ships pass over they’ll spot her. And then she’s done for. And my entire family probably will be too.

But we couldn’t just leave her out there.

After we got the Valkyrie towed 'inside', a process that took all three of our heavy loaders and the skifftruck, some of the uncles went to work with the arc cutters on the crown. We figured after being down for three hours now if the pilot still hadn't ejected already something must be really wrong, so we set ourselves to the task of getting them out.

"Ay cousins!" one of the uncles shouted. "Get a chain over here and we can pull this cut plate out!"

Theresa tossed a coil and hooked it on to the crane while I threw it up the scaffold to uncle Rica.

"Estra," they said after catching the chain. "Come up here and help us get this thing open."

I took off up the rails of the scaffold, right as the crane started pulling at the plate.

"Alright take it up Theresa!" uncle Ortega called out.

The slack pulled out of the chain and there was a heavy groaning noise on both ends before the cutout of the plate snapped loose and flew past our heads.

We waited for a moment in silence to see if someone was gonna crawl out or something. "Hello!" Uncle Theo shouted towards the hole in the Valkyrie's crown "We're from Claret Family Salvage, "he continued. "We towed you out of the desert and we're just looking to make sure you're alright yeah?" Another prolonged minute of no response before he passed me a torch. "Hey Estra, take a look inside, Goddess knows I'm too fat to squeeze in that hole," he added the last part with a chuckle.

I laughed in return before taking the light from him and sticking my head down in the gap. The inside wasn't particularly large, no bigger than my bunk honestly. I didn't see any panels or controls or even a chair to sit on. Which should have struck me as odd at the time but I guess I must have glossed over it. Half of the space was taken up by a large, bulbous looking sack of some sort. But I saw no people, living or otherwise. I pulled my head back out of the hole. "Get that chain over here, and some drop lights. I'm going down in there."

Five minutes later cousin Martine and I were inside the crown, a few drop lights hung on the walls.

"So... where is the pilot?" Martine asked.

"You're the mech fanboy," I replied. "You tell me."

"I dunno man, there's no controls or anything in here," He said. "What's this thing?" He pointed at the sack.

It was attached to the ceiling and part of the back wall of the crown, up close I could see a reinforced, rubbery green texture to it that almost looked like it was... sweating?

"Condensation maybe?" Martine asks, gesturing to the wet sheen of it.

I reached up to run my hand across it and a small zap of static arced from my fingers to the sack, and the whole thing suddenly convulsed violently.

"Fuck!" Martine shouted as we both jumped back. "Goddess, what the fuck is that?"

I had a hunch and I didn't like it. Nerves twisted in my stomach as I stepped towards it. I raised my torch up and after a moment's hesitation I pressed the bezzle into the rubbery material, the whole thing lit up like a sickly green lamp and I gasped in horror as I made out the humanoid shadow inside it. Without thinking I pulled the knife off my harness and drove it into the material as shallowly as I could before running it across the bag. As soon as it opened this viscous gel, thicker than oil poured out all over the floor, followed immediately by a mass of cables and a mostly naked human body.

"Estra what the fuck??" Martine shouted again.

"Get the doctors!" I shouted up to the uncles before kneeling next to the body. "Martine help me get these cables untangled from them."

He knelt down on the other side and started tracing the various tube with his hands, trying to get them loose. I put the fact that they looked borderline emaciated out of my mind while I started looking over the only thing resembling a piece of clothing or armor which was the visorless, full helmet fully incasing their head, with more cables coming out of it, I could see some fasteners on the side of it and went to go undo them before Martine spoke up again. "Estra," he said shakily, a pale horror in his voice. "Look..."

I looked over to where he was holding his light to see one of the cables he'd traced and where it ran straight into the pilot's spine. "What the fuck..." I mumbled looking at the series of other connectors coming off the length of their boney spine. I quickly began looking over the pilot before I noticed something on their arm. I pulled my light over it to see a tattoo in bold back lettering.

VALKYRIE CORE MODULE NO. 7723

"Martine..." I said feeling sick. "It's not a pilot..."

"What do you mean they're not a pilot?!?" He shouted, equal parts fear and confusion.

"It's part of the machine," I said following the cables up into the bag and straight into the machinery of the mech beyond that. I looked him in the eyes. "The Empire turned people into computers to run their war machines..."

#mech #mecha #mechposting #my writing #I had some ideas for this but I don't have the time or spoons to execute them so I'm releasing it to tumblr to play with #the basic premise is that this combat mech crashes in a salvage colony living out of an old massive cruiser #the colonist family “rescues” the pilot only to discover that the empire is apparently using vatgrown humans as computers for their mechs #and hiding that fact with copious amounts of propaganda.

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yuunarii-arii · 30 days ago

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𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗼'𝘀 𝗦𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗙𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵

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Pairings: Theodore Nott x fem!reader Warning: none? Feet feet feet, mediocre writing Summary: Theo develops a slight obsession with your feet a/n: I don't think this is the correct format for a drabble, but meh. I'm trying to get used to writing a little bit less formally. Everything I write sounds like it's the start of a "Once upon a time" story. 😐 Feedback is very much appreciated!

Theodore Nott has always been an observant man, that certainly didn't change when he began his relationship with you; on the contrary, he had become much more aware of every little thing you do. Theo is the type of person who would take notice of how often you chew the tip of the same quill every time you feel nervous, he’s the type of man who commits to acts of service just so he can receive that angelic smile on your face. He would remember everything about you like it was second nature.

When you started dating, he was fully aware that you had a habit of decorating your feet with nail polish and ankle bracelets, ‘anklets’ as you corrected him several times. He didn’t pay it much mind, he thought it was cute, but that was the extent of it.

However, during one evening you had trouble connecting the hook of your newest anklet, so you asked a very studious Theo for help. Leaving the homework that you begged him to review, he asked for what you needed, and you responded with a shake of your foot and a bat of your eyelash, “I can’t put this anklet on, can you help me, Teddy?” You knew the effect that name had on him, he knew you did, but it sounds so nice on your lips. How could he ever say ‘no.’ Theo got down on one leg and placed your foot atop his knee, hooking the chain together, but while doing so, he was hyper aware of all the details on your foot; the colorful nail polish, the details of your feet, the smoothness of your skin, and your new anklet bracelet had made it look all the more attracting. He wanted nothing more than to kiss atop your foot, adoring your very being. In a sudden urge, he kissed the skin below your anklet, admiring how beautiful your body truly is. You breathed his name, your cheeks lit like flames; you stuttered wondering what had suddenly gotten into him. He replied as if it was obvious:

“I’m just being… attentive to your body.”

“Yeah, but my feet?!”

He maintained eye contact as he left a trail of kisses along your foot, “you took the time to make it look so pretty…” He continued as he grazed his lips on your ankle, ”it’s only right that I pay it attention as well.”

You couldn’t believe this man, all you knew was that he would be sending you to an early grave if this went on.

Ever since then he had taken any chance he could get to hold and touch your feet; he would offer to help you slide your socks and shoes on, he insisted on moisturizing your ankles with lotion, or when you went out, he would point at cute accessories or nail polish that’d look good on you. Even when you’re simply hanging out in the common room, he would pull your legs to rest on his lap— it was non-negotiable. And don’t get me started on the number of shoes he’s bought you, if he sees a pair that he thinks you’d like, he’ll buy it. No hesitation. When you try to stop him from spending so much on you, he’d look as if you just insulted his bloodline, “If not you, then who else?” And he is quite aware of how stubborn you can get with this, so he threatens to use his money on an unhealthy addiction to get you to fold, “You either let me spoil you, or I could spend it on cigarettes. Your call, Tesoro.” Of course you gave in, but that didn’t solve your storage problems.

When his friends see how soft he’s gotten for you, they always take the chance to tease him here and there. “Seems like Nott’s gotten soft for his girlfriend. You’re gonna end up on your knees for her at this rate, mate!” Mattheo snickered.

But they didn’t have to know he would quite literally kiss at your feet and thank you for gracing him with your beauty. He wasn’t sure if his current obsession with your feet had something to do with the idea of being submissive for you, or because he enjoyed the way you prettied up a part of you that most don’t show off. Either way he was down bad, and he didn’t care.

©yuunari-arii 2025. All works posted under my name belong to me. Please do not copy, claim, republish, or translate my work anywhere else.

#˖ ִֶָ☾⋆⁺ 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 #theodore nott #dividers by cursed carmine #dividers by cafekitsune #slytherin boys #hp fandom #theo nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theo nott #slytherin boys x reader #harry potter #x reader

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allurearia · 1 year ago

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Hidden rings

Theodore nott x reader

Where Theodore is scared to propose in fear of trapping you

Tw: miscommunication, marriage? Boner joke and I think that's it

Ft: badly Google translated italian

It had been five weeks of unspoken tension between you and Theodore you weren't sure what caused it but it may had something to do with Luna and Pansy's wedding last month.

"You know when you and theo get married you can say we have officially tied the nott" mattheo uttered in his drunk state. This draws a series of laughs from the group excluding your boyfriend who only gives a faint smile "we'll for sure think about it matt, but I don't think any time soon though" you sighed patting his back. A short silence follows as none replies to your comment

You start to feel tense as if you've triggered something among the group, "I'm gonna go get some more drinks none more mattheo though, you want something love?" You asked as Theodore slowly shook his head as you start to stray away from the table you can hear faint conversing between Enzo and Theodore in what you presume to be italian

"Uh, ha appena detto di non farlo presto??"

"Uh did she just say not anytime soon??"

"Sì, ha fatto merda, cosa stavo pensando!!"

"Yes she did shit what was i thinking!!"

"Ehi, non è poi così male, forse stava solo scherzando?"

"Hey it's not that bad maybe she was just kidding?"

"Chi scherza su queste cose, Lorenzo, è evidente che non è pronta per il matrimonio"

"Who jokes about these kind of things lorenzo it's obvious she isn't ready for marriage"

"Can you two stop talking in Italian i wanna be able to understa-"

You guys were fine before this did something happen?? Was theo slowly falling out of love with you?? You weren't sure but hell you were scared. You thought back to the conversation

"Does theo not want to marry me? Does he not see a future with me in it?" These thoughts had plagued your mind as you had recalled what Theodore had said about marrige in your guy's 6th year, back when he was only starting to open up to you.

"My mother was always bounded by the chains of her marriage, her dreams only to be crushed by a simple "no" from my father so marriage really isn't on my to do list right now"

That's why you had always managed to avoid the topic of marriage with Theodore he didn't have any plans to get married when you two met which crushed your hope a bit but you were hoping he would come along not once had you guys brought up marriage but now since everyone around your age was getting married it was becoming harder to avoid the topic.

It's been a little strange these past five weeks the reason being Theodore keeps taking you to dates at fancy restaurants it's a relief he has the generational wealth to cover all these expensive dates,sure you weren't complaining but Theo's just been off he keeps giving you one word answers and only makes noises when you ask for his optinion. Which brings you to today getting ready for a gala his family was invited to to keep up their reputation, ofcourse you going as Theo's date

"Hey love?" You called out for your boyfriend

Who got finished dressing just 5 minutes before and was now staring out the window with his hands shoved down his pocket.

He hummed in response. "Which necklace goes along better with my dress?" You asked as you held up two different necklaces "whichever u think best amor" he shrugged. You were starting to loose your patience but still held your tongue back as you did not want to start a fight right before heading off to the gala.

As you both arrived hand in hand people greeted you and called you the perfect match for each other for what seemed for the 100th time it wasn't even half n hour into the gala and you were drained, you had guessed from how tried you looked because Theodore had excused you both from the table and headed towards his mansions garden with you trailing right behind him. Theodore nott the same man who was acting like a completely different person the last few days still made sure you felt comfortable first you were so inlove with him that you weren't sure how long it would take for you move on from him,

it almost felt wrong for you to be mad at him.

As you both were slowly walking hand in hand in complete silence through the gardens you suddenly stop walking making him turn around in question with eyebrows raised

Now.

"Why have you been so distant theo?"

"Mio amor what-"

"You know what i mean so let's just talk it out like mature adults instead of avoiding this!!" You didn't mean to yell at him but you wanted answers .

"Bella per favor let's not do this here i promise I'll explain at home.."

At this point tears had welled up in your eyes

This is it he doesn't want to do this here because he wants to break up

You slowly nodded as you tried to contain your tears you really did not want anyone to question why mascara was running down your face while heading out.

Theo had slowly taken your hand back in his as he put them in his pocket a habit that had always comforted you despite mattheo always saying theo looked like he had a boner, it felt safe knowing he has your hand safely tucked into his pockets as you started to unwind your fingers suddenly your hands feel around something like a hard....

Small

Velvet

Box

You keep moving your hand around to feel the solid better, Theo's eyes widen slightly as he yanks your hand out of his pocket. Both of you stared into each other's eyes.

"Theo is that a-" you trail off shifting your eyes back to his pockets when your return back to face he's hung in low "this was not supposed to happen.." he mutters slowly with a string a Italian curses still averting your gaze, his deep breaths visible due to the cold. You quickly wrap your hands around his neck still trying to comprehend the situation "love...look at me" he slows meets your eyes with a sense of nervousness and shame "this what not how it was supposed to go.." he says

"Is that what all those fancy dinners were about??" You questioned still not breaking eye contact theo grumbles "this is why I wanted to do this at home"

You let out a small smile " and here i thought you were breaking up me!"

"What?!?" Theo questioned "nono Cara mia why would you think that??"

You raise your eyebrows as if meaning to say really? Your asking why?

"Ok stupid question, Bella I'm so so sorry I was just really nervous since we never spoke about the subject and that day at the wedding you said u didn't want marriage for a while it just really scared me Enzo and the boys convinced me to try anyway since they had already picked the ring and didn't want their so called hard work to go towaste i never wanted to make you feel-"

He got cut off as you placed your lips on his

"How could I not amor? You've all I ever wanted i just never brought it up because I know how you thought of marriage especially after seeing the one your parents went through" you confessed.

"Tesoro, yes I did, i resented marriage for a long time seeing what it did to my mother, i was afraid I would not be a good husband that I would slowly become like my father but then... You came along and i realised how grateful i would be if I woke up next you everyday" Theodore revealed

"I guess we'll have to take up mattheos suggestion soon then won't we?" You teased as you slowly turned around to look back inside the mansion.

"I think we should head inside it's freez-" you turned your head back.

You froze.

Only to find Theodore nott.

On one knee.

MY FIRST FANFIC WRITING EXPERIENCE WOO

This is not proofread so if u find a mistake pls do tell me<33

This scenario was HEAVILY inspired by @noosayog kageyama tobio x reader fic make sure u go check that out :))

This scenario was in my head for weeks before i caved in 😭😭

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d4n1elll4 · 21 days ago

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───〃𖹭 THEODORE NOTT

“Cynical? Me? I'll have you know that I make daisy-chains and frolic with unicorns on the weekends.”

NAVIGATION ⋮ MASTERLIST

𖹭 BELLA, I THINK YOU DROPPED SOMETHING—MY HEART. by hjpsdiary [DRABBLE] [0.4K]

⇢ Theo asks you to the Yulle Ball.

𖹭 DARLING SOCIALITE by fangisms [ONESHOT] [1.3K]

⇢ You are talkative as all hell, and Theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener.

𖹭 FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS by dramaticals [ONESHOT] [4.6K]

⇢ Enemies with benefits with Theo where they're constantly insulting each other but they still can't get enough.

𖹭 HIDE by bettymylove [DRABBLE] [0.3K]

⇢ You, an animagus, hide away and Theo cannot find you.

𖹭* I DARE YOU TO STEAL HIS CLOTHES | PT.2 by papercorgiworld [TWOSHOT]

⇢ Luna dares you to steal his clothes while he’s showering. I mean what can possibly go wrong…? *wink wink*

𖹭 I THOUGHT YOU KNEW by agirlsguidetolove [DRABBLE] [0.9K]

⇢ “I thought you knew?” “You thought I knew we were dating?” “Yes!” “How would i know that, Nott? You never told me!”

𖹭 LESSONS IN LOVE by obsessedwithceleste [ONESHOT] [3.3K]

⇢ Why Enzo should be banned from advanced potion making.

𖹭 LOVE LIES by obsessedwithceleste [ONESHOT] [5.2K]

⇢ You’re just as confused as everyone else when your mortal enemy wakes up fully convinced that you’re the love of his life. (Spoiler alert: literally no one else was surprised)

𖹭 MY NECKLACE by anawritez-posts [DRABBLE] [0.4K]

⇢ You’re wearing a necklace Theo gave you years ago when you were best friend, and he can’t stop staring at hit.

𖹭 OH HEART, AND THEN IT FALLS by cupidddd-d [DRABBLE] [0.6K]

⇢ In which Theodore Nott is actually nice to you?

𖹭 PERSONAL HEATER by bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove [DRABBLE] [0.6K]

⇢ Theo acts as his sleepy girlfriends personal heater on the night before Christmas, much to the dislike of their friends and roommates.

𖹭 PET DATES by drmaddict [ONESHOT] [3.7K]

⇢ When Theo took a cat into his dormitory one evening, he didn't expect to wake up next to a girl the next morning. You, who were walking around the school in your Animagus form, didn't really expect to be used as a teddy bear that night either. NOTE: I LOVE this kind of tropes, this one is *chef kiss* hihi.

𖹭* THAT’S WHAT I SAID by iniquitousyearning [ONESHOT] [3K]

⇢ 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.

𖹭 THE CAT CHRONICLES by obsessedwithceleste [ONESHOT] [5.9K]

⇢ Five times Theodore Nott “accidentally” stole your cat.

𖹭 THE BOY WHO STARES | THE BOY WHO FOLDED FIRST by iris-qt [TWOSHOT] [2.4K]

⇢ Theodore Nott keeps staring at you in class, and you’re this close to assuming he’s plotting your doom. Turns out, he’s just catastrophically bad at flirting.

𖹭 WHY COULDN’T IT’VE BEEN MINIGOLF by obsessedwithceleste [ONESHOT] [1.9K]

⇢ Your boyfriend is working at a haunted house, but you’d prefer to be literally anywhere else at the carnival.

𖹭 YOU by cryonme [ONESHOT] [1.3K]

⇢ Theo has a temper and a certain grumpiness about him, except with you, no, never with you.

𖹭 YOU’VE BEWITCHED ME by patrophthia [DRABBLE] [0.5K]

⇢ Theodore Nott knows potions, their taste and timing, the trick of a charm and its unraveling. But nothing in his practiced spellbook prepared him for you — your smile, your softness, the way you hold his hand like it anchors your entire world. This isn’t love potion. It’s worse. It’s real.

NOTE: So Theo Nott doesn’t really have any lines in the books or the movies (that I’m aware of anyway) so the quote I used is actually from a dramione fanfiction on Ao3 called Isolation by bexchan. You may have heard of it :) Here’s a LINK if you’d like to read it.

#⋆. 𐙚 daniela’s recs˚#theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theodore nott #theo nott #harry potter

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angelfrombeneth · 1 year ago

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HAVENT I MADE IT OBVIOUS? - T . NOTT

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* Reader and Theodore are best friends. Reader gets wrapped up in her first love scandal and Theodore cant handle it. He cant cope that its not him.

Warnings: Angst, Slight Fluff, The most heart warming love confession ever. Mentions of sex but hardly.

A/N: The request wasn't super specific so I decided to go with something like this.No smut, because I have a really similar request which specifically asks for smut so that one will have smut.

"Teddy don't be a twat" You smacked his head as you sat beside him.

"What! Its not my fault the instructions were unclear" He scoffed.

You and Theo both were sat in potions as you both were paired up for a task. Theo thought he was being funny reading the ingredients not in the correct order and ultimately fucking up the mixture.

"This is why I hate pairing up with you in class" You groaned.

"Hey Y/N!" You looked up to see Cedric leaning against the front of your workbench.

"Oh, Hey Cedric" You smiled.

"I was wondering" He smiled at you, his eyes flickering to the side for a moment for placing a hand ontop if yours. "Would you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for a meal or something?" He grinned.

You smiled as you sat up in your seat. "I'd love that"

"Ill meet you at 6, outside your commonroom on Friday?"

You nodded as he smiled, caressing your hand before walking back to his seat.

You heard a scoff beside you, your neck cracked to look at Theo, who had a huge scowl on his face. "Your going on a date with him? He's such a prick"

"Oh fuck off Theo" You rolled your eyes as you stood up gathering your books before exiting the class.

Theo caught up with you, walking beside you. "No seriously, he's such a priss. Why's you wanna date.. that" You scoffed at his statement before scaling the stairs down to the Slytherin Commonroom.

"Theo shut up-" You turn to see Pansy. "Oh my god! Pans!" You squealed as you ran at her.

You felt Theo's moody presence slip away with Draco and Mattheo who walked over to him as soon as you ran to Pansy.

"Cedric asked me on a date!" You squealed.

"No way- Oh my god, this will be so good" Pansy smiled, grabbing your hand. "You can test the waters before the date at the party tonight!"

"Party?" And with that Pansy yanked you to your feet and you scrambled up the stairs being dragged behind her as the next 4 hours entailed getting ready for the party.

Slytherin parties were always off the chain. Every other house could party for sure, but the amount of shit Slytherin would gather for the party. All the alcohol and drugs like it was some free tester aisle of a muggle store. It would always end very heated whether everyone was hooking up or someone started a fight. It was always the same old shit.

You decided on a basic little black dress, you can never go wrong. The dress was short and frilled. To be fair it looked more like one of those frilly tops that remind you of a dress. Your assets were out on display, but it was a party why not.

"Girl, that dress is definitely not your size but it's so cute!" She chuckled as you spun around. You fixed the top, making sure there will be no nipple slips. "You have literally the perfect body; tits, ass and thighs. I'm so jealous"

"Pans shut up, you are so hot I won't even leave for the party we can have our own" You both giggled as you leaned forward kissing her cheek before grabbing her eyeliner and finishing up your makeup.

By now the party was in full swing for atleast an hour and you two were only just getting done. You held hands as you exited Pansy's dorm and skipped downstairs giggling. Not to mention the two if you had pregamed before.

You two did you rounds round the party greeting everyone and stealing shots from groups. You both got to your friends on the couch in the back corner as you stood like bambi, struggling to stand straight in your heels from how fucked you were.

"Woah- Careful" You heard as you felt a hand snake around your waist steadying you. You look up to the side and catch Theo's dark eyes staring down at you.

"Thanks" You giggled leaning into his chest, pulling his arms over your shoulder, holding his hands as you looked to the group. Pansy situated herself on Enzo's lap the two of them giggling at you and Theo.

"So Y/N, any updates with Mr Badger? I was told about your date" Mattheo smirked, he wasnt trying to wind Theo up, he didnt know but Theo still got pissed.

You felt Theo tense behind you but you didn't take notice of it as you continued to okay with the rings on his hands. "We haven't been on the date yet, but he seems nice"

You heard Theo scoff as you turned to look up at him. "Nice my ass" He mumbled. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to argue as you continued conversation with your friends.

Theo was enjoying the company, enjoying the feeling of your body snuggled against him as you played with his rings. God, he was falling, quick. He was too busy daydreaming to even notice you had sauntered away to the other side of the room.

"Ced~" You smiled as you stood beside him.

"Hey Y/N- You look gorgeous tonight" He chuckled, taking your hand and pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands gripping your thighs, dangerously close to your ass.

"So do you" You smiled, running your hand softly up and down his chest. "M' excited for our date" You giggled.

"Me too.. Its not everyday you get to be in the presence of a goddess" He licked his lips.

"Stop it you!" You chuckled, hitting his shoulder.

"Cant help myself" His hands threatening to touch the curve of your ass.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, chuckling down at him as he pulled you closer by your thighs, placing his lips onto yours as he kissed you softly.

It was needy, very needy. He gripped your ass as you leaned over kissing him more passionately as you say on his knee.

Third POV

Theo couldn't cope at the sight. The second Pansy pointed it out, his hand tightened around his bottle. Anger filling his body as he watched another man kiss you. Another man touch you. That should be him. Not Cedric. Him. Jealously bubbled inside of him, very quickly.

Theo was too focused on the scene that the glass bottle shattered at the pressure. All his friends turned to look at the sound and him. He looked down at his bloody hand as he wiped it on his shirt, before groaning and turning to push through the crowd.

Everyone was confused by the sudden action by Theo, they had no clue what caused it, or even a smidge of knowledge how much Theo loved you.

Theo rushed away, pushing through people trying to get further and further away from the hurt. His hand covered in blood and throbbing as he stopped at the stairs. Turning to look in your direction, noticing your still with him. He bit his lip, holding in any emotion as he continued up the stairs.

Your POV

A many days later, after the party, you and Cedric went on your date. It was lovely, he was very attentive which you loved. You didn't see him much the few days after but chalked it up to him being busy.

It wasn't till it was 4 days after your date with Cedric you noticed the boy was still yet to talk to you. It left a sour taste in your mouth and you wanted to confront him. Why was he ignoring you.

Suddenly someone bumped into you, quickly apologising as they sprinted down the hall. Curious you followed them, it was a first year probably not a huge deal

You had no expectation for the kid, but it wasn't what he was running to caught your eye. It was down a dark corridor you turned to see Cedric and Theodore.. talking? Before you could even call at them, Theo pounces on Cedric. Your eyes wide as you froze. You were too far down the hall to do anything but noticed Mattheo, Draco, Enzo and Blaise all struggling to pull Theo off Cedric. Cedrics friends yelling as Cedric was frankly getting battered.

You sprinted down the hall towards them, aa they got ripped apart as you approached. Cedric and Theo's face all bloody.

"What the fuck is wrong with you??" You screamed as you looked at Theo.

He looked shocked, taken back. "Me?? He started it!"

"Sock it Theo, there was no need" You helped Cedric to his feet. "Let me take you to the hospital wing" And with that the two of you left.

Third POV:

"Shut up Nott, you're so up her ass. Don't be mad she hasn't put out for you yet. It's a long list. She's just a hole to fill. You'll have your turn " Cedric laughed.

Theo doesn't know how he got in this situation, he was just walking then saw Cedric and now he was ontop of the boy pummelling his face in. He was talking shit about you, lying about you. He was horrible.

But the worse thing for Theo was when he saw you. Saw your face when you looked between the two of them. His heart broke when you reached for Cedric, cheking if he was OK and whisking him away.

Theo was going insane.

Your POV:

It had been a day since the fight. Both boys were in the hospital wing but you refused to see Theo why would he do that. He was your bestfriend, and Cedric was just.. a guy. A guy that made you happy. Its like Theo was punishing you for being happy.

You were sat in potions noticing Theo hadn't show up, and you were pissed. He was being selfish, this was a group project.

You go to the hospital wing to find Theo, but Madame Pomfrey told you he was dismissed last night but Cedric was still there. You looked over at Ced, noticing his curtain was shut, I guess he had company, you thought and just walked out. If Theo wasn't in class then there's only one placed he'd be.

You scaled the stairs to the Astronomy reaching the top as you took a moment to get your breath. You noticed Theo by the railing and you sigh.

"Theo you can't skip class"

He turned to look at you, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette as he looked at you. "Well I am so it doesn't fucking matter. Don't you have a baby to coddle?"

"Fuck off Theo, don't be a prick" You scoffed

"He's a bad person Y/N. Why won't you fucking listen to me"

"BECAUSE YOUR CHATTING SHIT NOTT" You yell at him.

"You don't even know what he said about you. He called you a slut. Your nothing but a hole to fill" He sneered.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Are you jealous I'm happy?" You laughed at him, distressed with the situation.

"You aren't happy" He snapped.

"How do you know? How do you know what's good for me!" You stare at his back, rage building up inside of you as you yelled out at him.

"BECAUSE IM GOOD FOR YOU.." Theo yelled. He turned to look at you, his breath erratic. "I know whats good for you and its me.. not him, no one else. Its me, it'll always be me" His teeth are gritted as he looked as you as you stand in shock. "I love you Y/N! It's always been you. Every fucking waking moment I think about you, your fucking stupid coconut smelling hair! The way your lip dimple shows when you smile a certain way. I spend every waking moment thinking about you. I live and breathe for you Y/N."

You stand there stunned as you look down at him.

"Haven't I made it fucking obvious? I fought the fucking freak for you! Yes initially he did nothing but.. He called you horrible things.. I can't bare to see you with another man that isn't me. I think about you so much bella.. Morning, noon and fucking night, I think about you.." His voice cracked as he stared down at you before he took your hand, kneeling down infront of you holding your hand. "It'll always be you.." He softly kissed your hand.

Your eyes slightly glassy from the confession as you stand speechless.

"Please say something bella.." Theo looked up at you, his hands grasping yours.

You burst out into tears, ripping your hand away from him as you cover your face. "You are so annoying Theo- I- I didn't know you felt like this" You sobbed as you wiped your eyes. Your mascara smudged all over your face.

Theo stood up, cupping your face between his hands as he wiped your tears with his thumbs as he chuckled, a tear rolling down his eye.

"I guess we are both stupid.." He chuckled lightly.

"You're such an asshole" You hit his chest playfully, laughing slightly through the sobs. His hand catching yours as you hit his chest, before his lips crashed against yours.

The pair of you finally became one.

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riddlesrizzler · 3 months ago

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My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

summary: Stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts. characters: toxic and mean! mattheo. reader. mentions of slytherin boys. warnings: TOXIC!!!! very toxic and mean! mattheo. SMUT, fingering, degrading, fingering in public setting. mentions on spanking. word count: 1.3k

The room was thick with smoke and the rich scent of whiskey, the dim candlelight casting flickering shadows against the emerald- green walls. The Slytherin common room felt smaller than usual, filled with the low murmurs of deep voices and the occasional sound of cards hitting the wooden poker table.

You sat exactly where Mattheo wanted you- perched in his lap, your body perfectly molded against his. His arm rested around your waist, fingers idly tracing patterns over your thigh. You were dressed in the silk slip he had picked out for you, its delicate fabric barely covering your legs, leaving little to the imagination. But that's how he liked you- pretty, obedient, and always with reach.

It had been a long night. You could feel the weight of their stares, the way their eyes lingered, as if you were some rare, expensive thing that Mattheo had collected and put on display. That's what you were, after all. A prized possession. His little doll.

Your legs shifted slightly, just enough to relieve the dull ache of sitting in the same position for so long, but the moment you moved, Mattheo's fingers tightened around your thigh, his grip bruising.

"Mm-mm, pretty girl," he murmured, voice soft but firm. "Dolls don't fidget."

Heat rushed to your face, a mixture of embarrassment and something else- something closer to fear. You stilled immediately, muttering a soft apology as you lowered your gaze. A small smirk played on Mattheo's lips.

Across the table, Theo chuckled, shuffling his deck of cards lazily. "She's practically a part of you at this point," he mused, glancing between you and Mattheo. "I swear, I've never seen her out of your lap."

Mattheo only smirked, his fingers sliding higher up your thigh, a possessive touch that spreads heat on your skin. "That's because she knows better."

You swallowed, feeling the weight of their amusement settle over you like chains. You wanted to say something, to shift the attention away from yourself, but you knew better. Speaking without permission was a mistake you'd made before, and Mattheo had made sure you never made it again.

Enzo leaned back in his chair, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "You sure she still remembers how to walk, Riddle? Or have you trained that out of her, too?"

Laughter rumbled through the group, but Mattheo didn't laugh. He just tilted his head slightly, his fingers tightening around your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Go on, pretty girl," he murmured, dark amusement dancing in his eyes. "Tell them."

Your lips parted, but your throat felt dry. You could feel your pulse pounding, the room spinning slightly under the weight of their gazes. "I-..." You hesitated, and for just a moment, the tiniest flicker of defiance burned in your chest.

Mattheo's grip on your chin tightened, his nails pressing into your skin. Dangerous.

"I still remember how to walk," you said softly.

The table went silent for half a beat before Blaise let out a low chuckle, dragging his cigarette between his lips. "Well, would you look at that? She does speak."

Draco smirked. "Careful, Riddle. You let them talk too much, and they start thinking for themselves."

Mattheo exhaled a slow breath, shaking his head. "Don't worry," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, a silent warning disguised as affection. "She knows her place."

The conversation continued around you, but you could feel the shift in Mattheo's mood. His grip on you hadn't loosened. If anything, if had tightened.

You made the mistake of shifting again, trying to subtly reposition yourself to ease the ache in your legs.

A sharp slap to your thighs made you freeze, a whimper escaped your lips. It wasn't enough to hurt- not really- but it sent a clear message.

Mattheo hummed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, low enough that only you could hear, "Dolls don't move unless I tell them to."

Heat burned behind your eyes, a wave of humiliation washing over you, but it was quickly replaced as you felt his hand slip higher up your thigh. Running his rough fingers on the delicate skin of your inner thighs. Your breath caught in your throat.

"You know I hate when you're disobedient," he whispered into your ear as he shifted you on his lap. His hand that had slipped under your dress moving to spread your legs.

"I'm sorry," you mutter back. Your heart hammering in your chest as you try to keep your gaze focused on the game in front of you, knowing that if you moved again, he wouldn't be as kind.

"I should bend you over my lap and spank that pretty little ass of yours since you can't listen." His voice is low, but it does anything but calm your nerves as it feels like a hiss on your skin.

You swallow before shaking your head, heat rising to your cheeks at his words. You almost gasp when you feel his fingers brush over your clothed cunt.

"No? You want to prove how good of a girl you can be, yeah?" he murmurs. His voice was a challenge, a test for you to prove that you could be good, good for him.

You nod your head, unable to find your words as you can feel his smirk growing before he pushes your panties to the side. His fingers running over your wet folds.

"So fucking wet," he teases, a chuckle of amusement escaping his lips as he continues to tease your sensitive skin. "I bet you get off knowing everyone can see you. Seeing what a slut you are."

You bit your lip as he sunk two fingers into your core. Your hands coming to grip onto the fabric of his shirt. You were doing everything you possibly could not to give yourself away, not to let the other people at this table know that Mattheo was finger-fucking you.

You felt disgusted with yourself, confused even. How could you be so pathetic that you were turned on by Mattheo's control over you. Part of you wanted to lash out, to say that you were done with this, but as he curled his fingers to hit that one spot that made you see stars, the thought immediately vanished.

"Bet you just wanted my attention, huh?" His cruel words taunting you as his thumb comes over the bundle of nerves, making a soft whine escape your lips. Closing your eyes for a moment as your try to control yourself.

"Such a desperate little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled again as he sped up his movements. There was no way that the other boys at the table didn't know what was going on at this point. Not with the way he had you openly grinding on his hand.

Your breaths turned shallow as the familiar knot in your stomach started to tighten. You felt dizzy, unsure of what to do as you can feel yourself getting closer to that peak.

Mattheo felt it too, and wasn't about to let up now. He wanted to prove that no matter what he did, what he said, you would always need him. That you would bend to his will, like a puppet on strings.

"Come on, pretty girl. Why don't you cum on my fingers like the pathetic little slut you are."

With that, stars exploded behind your eyes, as the breath left your lungs. Your juices coating his fingers as you hit your release. A feeling of shame and embarrassment started to wash over your skin. Realizing what you had done and how his words, despite them being mean, made your stomach flutter.

But your self-loathing was replaced as Mattheo removes his fingers before holding them up to your mouth. You didn't even have to ask before parting your lips as you let him slip in his digits, your tongue swirling to clean his hand.

"See?" Mattheo said casually to the group, watching as you licked off your mess from his fingers. "Perfect."

Theo let out a low whistle. "Damn, mate. You must be proud."

Mattheo chuckled as he removed his fingers from your mouth. Finally looking back down at his cards. "Oh, I am."

He let the conversation move on, like nothing had ever happened. And you went back to watching the game silently, just like you were supposed to. His fingers still rested just beneath the hem of your slip, his touch both a claim and a warning. A reminder that he had you right where he wanted you, and there was no escape.

Because dolls don't leave.

Dolls don't fight.

Dolls belong to the ones who play with them.

And you?

You belonged to Mattheo Riddle.

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