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the goldcrests; theodric goldcrest
theodric was born during the 13th century, and the night of his birth was illuminated by a great comet. this had been foretold and thus great things were expected of the boy. his father aegar favoured theodric over his older brother elyan and all his life he was treated as the chosen one, the one to finally bring the goldcrest rebellion to its glorious conclusion. this favouritisim drove a wedge between theo and elyan, who felt ignored and replaced by their father. theodric didn't show any particular talent for leadership and insted wished to gain the approval of his brother, much to the annoyance of both elyan and their father. like others of his family, theo also had the benefits of his great grandmother's blood magic that made his bloodline long-lived and capable of unusually strong magic.
before theodric could fullfill his grand destiny, his family was attacked by a group of vampires. while his mother kerina was killed, he himself and his brother were turned into vampires. their father searched in vain for a cure, and eventually put the boys under an enchanted sleep so no one would find out about their vampirism. aegar was slain in battle and the boys remained under the enchantment, until they were woken up by the blood of their distant relative proteus gaunt, some 600 years later. the brothers started going by the names elian and theo goldcrest, after their grandfather elyris's old epithet. they realized they had to put their differences aside as they found themselves in a completely different world than the one they'd fallen asleep in. they went back to school and began to search for an artifact their father had created, a crown to grant its wearer powers beyond imagination.
theo was not as influential or personable as elian could be (and knew they needed to be to achieve their goals), so he rarely kept up with any of his mortal connections. he felt disconnected from the wizrding world, and thus, during the 1920s and 30s, theo was working together with a radical by the name of adam brynn, who was trying to further the rights of squibs and expose magic to muggles, although eventually his ideology turned to destroying all of wizardkind. theo didn't agree despite his vampirism and the two became enemies. he didn't want to kill brynn, though, since he had feelings for him. eventually brynn's movement was defeated and he disappeared, presumably changing his name and living the rest of his life among the muggles. theo chose not to look for him.
years passed, and theo and elian didn't age. instead, they continued their search of the crown, going by several different identities. in the 21st century they returned to hogwarts after finding out that the secrets hidden at hogwarts could help them locate their long-lost family heirloom. while at school, theo met john arthur, the relative and doppelgänger of his old nemesis brynn. theo began to solve the mystery of why they looked so alike, and eventually grew rather fond of john who was nothing like his ancestor, but actually a good person. the two began a relationship and theo eventually turned john into a vampire as well. he also ended up reconciling with his brother and they were able to be a family again.
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#theo goldcrest#hphl#hpma#fbawtft era#*mine#*goldcrests#i need to update theo's profile it's all wrong lol#anyway he doesn't want to be a damn chosen one he just wants to listen to my chemical romance in peace#and be liked and appreciated by his brother but don't tell him i told you this#also what even is our vampire lore? i'm just pulling things from several different vampire media#john arthur is elena gilbert from tvd confirmed#anyway look at him he's like an evil kitten who bites you and then cries when you tell him he can't
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Boyfriend! Mattheo who'll buy you anything that you want not caring about how expensive it is because you deserve to be spoiled
Boyfriend! Mattheo who sneaks into your dorm almost every night so that he can sleep beside you and feel safe in your arms
Boyfriend! Mattheo who tells Theo and Draco about his worries that by being with you he'll put you in danger during there nightly smoke session at the astronomy tower
Boyfriend! Mattheo who walks you to every single one of your classes pulling you into a corner and kissing you goodbye even though he'll see you not even two hours later
Boyfriend! Mattheo who has no problem randomly pulling you into an empty classroom and eating you out, making sure to leave hickeys and bite marks on your thighs because your skirt is a little bit short and he needs to make sure everyone knows you are his
Boyfriend! Mattheo who gives you his jumpers, and sweatshirts whenever you are cold. He encourages you to keep them because he secretly loves the way you look all cozied up in his clothes
Boyfriend! Mattheo who tried wearing protection once and immediately hated it because he loves the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his cock. He then proceeded to buy birth control potions for you every week
Boyfriend! Mattheo who is insatiable because your body is absolutely perfect and you never fail to turn him on even when you are doing the most mundane of tasks
Boyfriend! Mattheo who'll help you study or help you with your assignments whenever you are struggling because no matter what people believe he is actually intelligent, he just doesn't like doing his work ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Boyfriend! Mattheo who is absolutely enamored by you and everything that you do.
Boyfriend! Mattheo who tells Draco and Theo that you're the one and that they will have to fight for the title of best man at his and yours wedding
Boyfriend! Mattheo who loves you and genuinely wants you to be a part of the rest of his life because you are the best thing to ever happen to him
#harry potter#slytherin boys#reader insert#x reader#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x you#this man has me in a chokehold#i love him#he can do no wrong#mattheo riddle blurb 🐍
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BF!THEODORE NOTT HCS
BF!Theodore who takes you out to expensive restaurants on weekends and buys you silk dresses and heels of your liking for you to use on your dates.
BF!Theodore who will not hesitate on gift you his Quidditch hoodies for you to wear on his matches or practices.
BF!Theodore who's head over heels for you though he won't stop being a cheeky bastard because he loves to get under your skin.
BF!Theodore who gives you teddy bears and plushies when you're on your period because he knows you love to cuddle, specifically when you're menstruating, and he may won't be able to sneak into your dorm at night.
BF!Theodore who'll send you flirty notes in class because he loves to see how flustered you get.
BF!Theodore who trusts you enough to talk about his mother and his past.
BF!Theodore who might sob into your arms when it's the date of when his mother passed away.
BF!Theodore who likes to peck your lips and hold hands in public.
BF!Theodore who pokes and bites the inside of his cheek when you get paired with another guy in class. He just can't get his eyes off you, he needs to make sure he doesn't touch you, not even a finger, Theo needs to make sure that boy doesn't try anything with you.
BF!Theodore who will walk you to your classes, to your dorm, to your house, to wherever you have to go because he wants to make sure you're safe.
BF!Theodore who can't do anything but sweat and stutter over his words once he meets your parents. He's not the smug and cheeky Theo you met, no, he's now a shy and insecure little boy who wants to have a good impression with your parents.
BF!Theodore who immediately fell for you once he saw you buying your books on Diagon Alley in your first year. His eyes just had sparkles when you waved at him and asked something about a few books, he couldn't help but trip over his words and laugh nervously.
BF!Theodore who planned a whole life with you after graduating from Hogwarts.
BF!Theodore who got a job at the Ministry of Magic and bought a house for you two, his life couldn't be better.
BF!Theodore who asked you to be his wife when you both turned twenty-five, he proposed to you in the same restaurant your first date was. Yes, he remembers it.
Husband!Theodore who chose Mattheo, Lorenzo, Draco and Blaise as the gentlemen of honor of your wedding.
Husband!Theodore who was the happiest man on Earth after you gave birth to your first and only child. He chose Mattheo as the godfather, and you chose Pansy as the godmother.
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THEODORE NOTT— a popular slytherin, an introvert at heart, despite his reputation as a womanizer. theodore nott, who has a big, terrible communication problem.
with the pure terror of displaying his vulnerable emotions, theodore smokes cigarettes to force his emotions to disappear with the wind; bites his inner lip and cheek until his mouth bleeds, so no tears threaten to make way to his eyes.
when theodore nott cries, he stares blankly into the wall. he doesn't sob— sobbing would make him even weaker, more vulnerable, less capable and definitely useless, in his father's eyes.
silent tears are the epitome of theodore's sadness, because other than that, his sadness, stress and troubled thoughts are never known. hidden by a mask of stoic expressions.
theodore nott is 'stupid' smart. if he wasn't a slytherin at heart and soul, then he'd be a ravenclaw, or at least that's what the professors comment amongst them. theo enjoys reading, and would easily spend his afternoon on a silent, vacant corner of the castle, devouring a book in few hours.
he lies, saying that it's simply because knowledge is a good weapon. he'd be saying the truth, if theodore confesses that he reads this much, because whether be it fiction or not, he can escape his thoughts to fully concentrate on the book's contents.
theodore nott is knowledgeable, theodore nott is a good, straight-A's student. theodore nott is quick-witted; you wouldn't want to banter with him, because usually, he gets the last word with a victorious, cheeky smile— an insufferable cocky grin.
and yet, shamefully, theodore nott has no idea how to verbalize his feelings.
every good liar is like this, he'd argue. in exchange of spilling the most atrocious lies with a straight face and nonchalant tone, theodore finds it awfully hard to tell the truth.
ask him what's wrong— you can do that, sure. now, if theodore will answer you, that's another story. and to give you a genuine answer, if he doesn't snap? then an angel must have fallen down its altar.
then, if he can't verbalize or trust anyone, not even mattheo riddle or lorenzo berkshire on a good day— what does theodore nott do, to deal with his full mind and empty heart?
theodore nott destroys.
he destroys other living beings,
being the first one to join mattheo riddle, with a smile on his face, when his best friend snaps at the smallest hint of disrespect. throwing a (not really) deserved punch at a guy that honestly, if you ask him afterwards, theodore has no idea what he done wrong.
when lorenzo scolds mattheo for starting a fight and reprimands theodore for indulging it, the slytherin simply shrugs. he's "looking out for his bro", he says. that's only partially true, as much as he deeply cares for mattheo.
everytime that he starts fights, like a rabid dog. theodore doesn't really know when he stopped being il dolce ragazzo of his madre. when he became a dog that bites without thinking about barking first. "so much for claiming to be the logical one," — lorenzo muses.
... he destroys himself.
which would explain the concerning amount of muggle, wizarding, flavored, all shaped packs of cigarettes he owns. there isn't a brand that he didn't try, at least once— the more harmful, the better.
smoking until his lungs become as black as his heart, as his dark thoughts. smoking, until he drops dead with his worries. smoking, until theodore nott becomes a better man (something that he doubts he could do, for he was born a broken man— born from a couple that should have never crossed paths with each other).
consequently, damaging his hands. skin that becomes calloused and slightly scarred from the cigarettes. knuckles constantly bruised from throwing punches at gryffindors or smartass ravenclaws.
so, theodore nott starts believing that he's unlovable. that loving him— oh, that would be torture. pure masochism, that he wouldn't wish to anyone, not even the witch he dislikes or rolls his eyes at the most.
and that becomes a creeping fear of his. oh, theodore is terrified, when the thought of becoming like his father plagues his mind.
to think that he'd become such a disgusting man, the man who brought so much pain to his mother, that killed the only person who truly loved him.
what would his mother say, if she saw him like this?
would she be disappointed, would she be ashamed to even spare a look at him? would her beautiful porcelain face become a frown, would she walk away, disgusted?
theodore consumes three more cigarettes on that thought alone.
... or would she give him a sympathetic look, gazing at her dolce, bravo ragazzo with those tender eyes of hers? a shade of blue, that theodore was fortunate to inherit.
a sad smile makes its way to his lips. because now, even for a brief moment, theo is himself again. he's not a casanova slytherin, he's not the heir of the nott family. theodore nott is simply his mother's little boy, her teddy.
in honor of such bittersweet memories, theo drops his cigarette and doesn't smoke for at least 24 hours.
theo doesn't know how to deal with comfort. genuinely tender touches, fingertips grazing his skin so lightly—
of desperately needy, lustful touches, he knows. he knows them very well, from all those times he slept with a woman, ruined her for the next guy. from the times a slytherin girl gripped and pushed his hair, needing, begging more of his mouth on her; or when a gryffindor got so lost in pleasure that she left the mark of her nails on his back; when a hufflepuff senior clenched her fingers on his torso, hips and shoulders, screaming for more, deeper, faster; that time when he found a way to shut up a particularly insufferable ravenclaw know-it-all by fucking her mouth, and when he felt the back of her throat on him, the stubborn ravenclaw gripped, scratched, protested on his thighs.
of harsh, violent, cruel, merciless touches, everytime mr. nott decided that a disgusted, disappointed gaze wasn't enough to educate his son. when those knuckles adorned with rings curled into a fist, and theodore was beaten into discipline. all those times he started fights and consequently got hit by a punch or two, even though theodore is a good fighter, and makes sure that even if he does get hurt, the receiving end is in worse state, in need of more than one night in the infirmary wing.
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... but comforting, meant to soothe, gentle touches? oh, theo is terrified of them. rather than flinching away from a fist coming his way, theo looks like a scaredy cat when fingers come to brush his hair away from his face, with all the love and care of the world.
theo doesn't know those touches. to be fair, yes, he was acquainted with them once— but that was long, long ago, when his mother was still alive. a life ago, really, because sometimes theodore wonders if he's the same teddy he once was, under the protective but loving arms of his mother.
so at first, theo panics when you hug him, when you physically bring comfort to his broken, damaged heart.
but then?
then, after he gets a taste of how heavenly it feels to be held by someone he loves? then, theo embraces the fact that he is indeed a touch starved man. then, theo completely and shamelessly melts under your touch, relaxing in your embrace, wishing to never leave this safe haven.
( or maybe he does. a little voice on the back of his mind, menacingly suggesting that this safe haven, this loving harbor — you — might disappear into thin air by the cruel hands of his father, the same he did with his mother. )
but before his truly prodigious brain dares to overthink once again— your hands comb through his hair, brushing it back along with his worries, massaging the scalp and melting the troubled thoughts away. that's when theo closes his eyes. that's when he, finally, is in peace with himself.
and if you'd ask him; this is when and where theodore nott is the happiest. this is when theodore nott is teddy again.
౨ৎ these voices in my head screaming ♡ ͡
run now. i'm praying that they're human . . .
🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.
— my motivation? it's a silly little drabble, about my favorite slytherin. theodore nott deserves love, seriously.
the headers + gifs + icons aren't mine. credits to the respective creators ! 🌷
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lost in the fire
theodore nott x fem!reader x pansy parkinson
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summary; you said you might be into girls, you said you're going through a phase... well, maybe you can bring a friend.
warnings; reader is bisexual, sub!reader, dom!theo, dom!pansy, SMUT, threesome (fmf), tribbing, oral sex (male and fem receiving), p in v, praising, dirty talk, unprotected sex. this is the first time i write a threesome, hope it doesn't suck.
author's note; english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes. first time posting here, hope you like it!
inspired by 'lost in the fire' by gesaffelstein, the weekend
it was a friday night. slytherin party night. best fucking night of the month. the common room was crowded, everyone was there, including some students from other houses, and you were dancing with pansy in the improvised dance floor. both of you were sweaty and a bit drunk as you rubbed your bodies together to the rhythm of music, teasing and seducing each other.
meanwhile, a couple of hungry eyes watched you from afar; theo nott was sitting in one of the couches, glass of whisky in hand, as he analysed every movement you both made. theo had been trying to get in your pants for months now, but you kept rejecting him because you had been having some doubts about your sexuality since you started being friends with pansy and you realised that you liked her as more than friends. "i'm going through a phase" you had told him, but theo wasn't going to give up that easily; he was determined to fuck you.
seeing you dancing so provocatively with his best friend ignited something in him, so he finished the rest of his whisky in one gulp and stood up from the couch, deciding to approach you confidently.
"hey there, beautiful," he whispered in your ear, pressing his body to your back while you kept dancing with pansy.
you jumped slightly at theo's touch, surprised by his sudden appearance. you turned around slightly to face him, still holding onto pansy's waist as you said, "oh... hey, theo..." your voice was breathless, and you glanced over at pansy, who grinned back at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
theo and pansy were childhood friends, so she obviously knew about the guy's feelings for you. and she also knew that those feelings were reciprocated, even though you had never admitted it out loud. they both liked you and you liked them back, and she had no problem with sharing, so she pushed you against theo's body, sandwiching you between their bodies while she winked at her best friend.
you felt theo wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, his free hand running through your hair. he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
"you look incredible tonight," he said softly, before kissing your cheek gently.
he couldn't help but notice how well you and pansy complemented each other, the contrast between your personalities creating a perfect balance. and he wanted desperately to be part of that.
"dance with me," he asked you.
you hesitated, but nodded slowly, biting your lip nervously as you kept holding onto pansy's waist. you felt a thrill of excitement run through your body when you ground your ass against theo, moving sensually to the music. your eyes were fixed in pansy's green ones the whole time, feeling the heat emanating from their bodies as the three of you started dancing together.
the air became thick with desire in no time. pansy ran her fingers through your hair, pulling it back lightly to kiss your neck gently. at the same time. theo's hands roamed over your curves, feeling every contour of your body underneath your tight black dress. he could see the way your pupils dilated as you turned slightly to look at him, and he knew you were getting aroused. he pressed himself even closer to you, feeling the heat of your bodies melding into one.
"i wanna fuck you so bad," he whispered in your ear, pressing his hardening erection against your ass, "and so does pansy, you know?"
you blushed deeply at theo's words, feeling your heart rate increase as you tried to process what he was suggesting.
"you have us wrapped around your pretty little finger, love..." he kept talking, making your body flinch at his words.
"do i?" you inquired with faked innocence as you fluttered your eyelashes at him.
"oh you know damn well, baby."
you looked at pansy almost instantly when you heard her soft voice and you saw her smiling playfully back at you.
"so what are you gonna do about it?" you asked teasingly, looking between them with doe eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.
pansy reached out to stroke your cheek affectionately, before standing on her tiptoes to press a passionate kiss to your lips. you gasped in her mouth as you felt her lips against yours.
theo watched you both closely, his cock stirring in his pants as he imagined the three of you naked and tangled up between his bedsheets. he could hardly believe his luck; you were finally willing to have sex with him... adding pansy to the mix just made him harder.
"why don't we get out of here so we can make you feel good, love?" he suggested, his voice low and grave with need. "would you like that?" he asked you, placing some wet kisses on your neck as you kissed pansy.
you pulled away from her kiss reluctantly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. you glanced at theo, biting your lip as you thought about what he was suggesting. you didn't want to make things awkward between them, since you knew they were such close friends, but at the same time you couldn't deny the thrill of being with both of them at the same time.
"yeah... i want that," you answered, your voice barely above a whisper as you stared deeply into his eyes.
"my dorm," theo replied simply, leading the way towards the boys dormitories without any further discussion.
when you arrived at his room, he unlocked the door quickly, pushing it open and gesturing for you and pansy to enter ahead of him. once inside, he closed the door behind him and locked it before turning back to the both of you, finding you already kissing again. "fucking hell," he muttered under his breath, watching closely as he started approaching you.
you felt theo's body pressing against your back as pansy devoured your mouth, slipping her playful tongue between your parted lips. his hands started roaming over your body and you moaned softly against pansy's lips, your own hands exploring her slim body while you pulled her closer to you.
after a few seconds you broke the kiss and turned to face theo, not wanting to make him feel left out; you grasped his neck and pulled him into a kiss too. he fucking moaned at the contact and the sound made you feel weak on the knees as you tangled your fingers in his soft wavy hair.
pansy started lifting your dress over your hips slowly, placing wet kisses on your shoulders and neck while her fingers caressed your thighs. when she exposed your black lace thong, she started toying with the hem of it teasingly, making your breath hitch.
theo pulled away from you reluctantly, gripping your dress to take it off completely. you stood almost fully naked and flushed in front of his hungry gaze, which wandered all over your bare form.
he grasped your jaw, lifting your head so that your eyes met his as he pressed against your body, muttering, "so fucking beautiful."
he captured your lips in another filthy kiss as pansy cupped your pussy over your soaked underwear, causing you to gasp in surprise.
"oh my god," you whined in between kisses.
you parted your legs to allow the brunette to touch you as she pleased.
"she's so wet," she said in a whisper that the both of you could perfectly hear and theo groaned.
"bed, now," he ordered, pulling away from you.
while you made your way towards his bed, you could hear the rustling of their clothing as it hit the floor. you sat on the edge of the mattress and pansy was the first one to approach you, already naked.
"You have a beautiful body, pans," you complimented her, opening your legs for her.
you saw her smiling as she positioned between your spread thighs, placing a little peck on your lips. you grabbed one of her breasts, toying with her perky little nipple until it hardened and she let out a soft moan, her eyes closing and head falling back.
pansy shifted slightly, intertwining your legs with hers so that your pussies were pressed against each other, and she ground against you, grasping at your hips to hold you close. you moaned softly, feeling a surge of pleasure shoot through your body as your cunts rubbed together through your underwear. immediately, your hips bucked against pansy's, wanting to create more friction between your clits.
"mmm... feels so good," you said breathlessly, getting wetter by the second.
your gaze drifted to theo, who was watching you both intently, his cock straining against his boxers as he listened to your breathy moans. you watched him approaching you, unable to hold back any longer. he kneeled on the bed next your body, taking his thick and long shaft out of his underwear; your eyes widened at his size.
"gonna be a good girl and suck me off, love?" he growled lowly, his voice rough with desire.
he brushed the tip of his cock against your lips, while pansy and you kept tribbing, and you nodded eagerly, opening your mouth and taking theo's cock in your mouth greedily.
you wrapped your hand around his base and squeezed him tightly, taking him as far as you could without gagging. then, you started bobbing your head up and down while you used your tongue to tease the sensitive head of his dick.
you looked up at him with a playful expression in your eyes and theo groaned at the sight, feeling his cock slide inside your warm, wet mouth. he ran his hand through your hair, pulling at it slightly to guide your movements.
"that's it, love," he whispered hoarsely, "such a good girl."
pansy moaned loudly at the sight, grasping hard at your thigh, and also praised you, "you look so pretty sucking theo's cock, baby."
theo glanced over at pansy, seeing her grinding slowly against your pussy, your panties damp with your combined juices. he couldn't help but think how incredibly erotic the scene was.
you hummed around theo's shaft, feeling a tingling in your core as pansy pulled your panties to the side and kept grinding against your bare pussy, her hand moving to caress your swollen clit.
"mmm... i want to see you come, baby," she whispered seductively, "i want to watch you cum for us."
theo groaned louder, feeling his own release approaching as he took in the sight of your soaked cunt pulsing with need; he was so close to cumming, but he managed to hold back.
your cheeks hollowed as you continued to suck theo's dick, despite your need to pull back and moan freely, feeling your climax building up inside of you. you kept sucking him until your breathing became so uneven that you felt like couldn't breathe with his dick on your mouth and you released it with a loud pop.
"so close... i'm gonna cum" you warned, your walls contracting around nothing.
theo leaned in to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking at it and making you moan. you looked up at pansy with a pleading expression in you eyes and she smiled, rubbing her thumb harder against your clit until your were coming.
"that's it, let it out, love," theo whispered with his mouth pressed to your breast, his fingers caressing the other one.
you came hard, letting out a loud drawn-out moan while you gasped for air, feeling your pussy spasm violently and your whole body trembling from pleasure. pansy came right after you with a loud cry, her back arching as you both tried to keep the movements of your hips to ride out your orgasms, finally, she collapsed onto your chest, her breathing ragged and her heart racing.
theo watched closely, his cock throbbing at the sight of two beautiful women writhing in pleasure beside him. he leaned in to press a kiss on your lips, you returned it lazily as you recovered from the aftershocks of your climax.
"gonna fuck you now," theo muttered between kisses, "you want that, pretty girl?"
"yeah." you nodded eagerly.
you reached for pansy's face, cupping her cheek to pull her into the kiss too, the feeling of both of their tongues and lips brushing against yours made you whimper. you couldn't help but smile, pulling back to watch them kissing while you caressed their faces; the sight only made you wetter.
it was theo who broke the contact after a few seconds, pupils dilated while he grabbed your hips and placed you higher on the bed, your head falling against the pillow. you spread your legs wider instinctively to make room for him as he positioned between them. his hands moved up your thighs, slowly caressing your skin, until he reached your thong and started pulling it down; you lifted your hips and closed your legs momentarily to allow him to take it off.
"such a pretty little pussy," he said, sliding the head of his cock between your slick folds.
you whimpered softly at the action and bite your lower lip, your hips buckled.
"you gonna eat pansy's cunt while i fuck you, yeah?" he commanded in a tender voice, still rubbing his tip against your puffy clit.
you couldn't form any coherent sentence, so you limited yourself to nod in agreement. then pansy approached you, placing a brief kiss on your lips before straddling your face. you grasped at her thighs, lowering her until she was sitting on your mouth and you sucked her pussy greedily, making her moan as your tongue lapped at her clit. you felt theo slipping one finger inside of you slowly and you hummed against pansy.
"so tight and wet for me, huh." his words made you tighter around his digit. "gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart."
he inserted another finger next to the first one to stretch you out, curling them to rub your g-spot. his actions had you moaning repeatedly as you practically made out with pansy's pussy.
"please," you begged, growing inpatient; you could feel your juices dripping onto his bedding.
the sound of your voice was muted by pansy's flesh, but he understood you perfectly and decided to comply. you felt him slowly pushing his cock inside your tight pussy, stretching you out until he was fully seated in your wetness; you heard him moaning loudly.
"god, your pussy is fucking heaven..." he groaned.
you whimpered against pansy's flesh and grasped hard at her thighs, licking a long stripe from her entrance down to her clit, capturing it between your lips to suck on it. she kept moaning and squirming and you knew she was close.
"doing such a good job eating pansy out, love," he muttered as he started thrusting into you, setting a slow pace at first. "gonna make her cum on your pretty face?"
you hummed in delight as you felt his cock hitting all the right spots, your hips bucking to try and match his rhythm.
"fuck yes!" you heard pansy moan while she ground her hips faster against your tongue, her legs started shaking underneath your touch.
you couldn't see anything since her body was blocking your view, but you could hear the sound of wet kisses and theo's skin slapping against yours as he quickened the rhythm.
pansy came with a series of moans while she rode your face, body trembling and head falling back. then, she collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily; her cheeks were flushed.
you looked up at theo, lips swollen and glistening with pansy's juices as you took in the sight that was thedore nott towering over your body while he fucked you. you wrapped your legs around his hips and he leaned in to press a passionate kiss to your lips, tangling his fingers in your hair.
"i've wanted this for so long..." he groaned in your mouth, breaking the kiss.
he left a trail of wet kisses down your jaw and towards your neck. your bodies were so close together that his pelvis rubbed your clit with each thrust, sending shivers down your spine. you grasped at his hair strands, forcing him back up to keep kissing him.
"fuck," you whimpered between kisses, "wish i've let you fuck me sooner."
he chuckled at your admission. "yeah?" he bite your lip teasingly, looking into your eyes with a playful gleam in his. "well, guess we'll have to make up for the lost time."
you nodded eagerly, moaning loudly when you felt pansy's hand slipping between your bodies to start toying with your swollen clit; for a moment, you had forgotten she was there too.
your orgasm started building up due to combination of the stimulation on your clit and his dick rubbing your g-spot.
"i'm gonna cum," you told him, your pussy clamping around him like a vice.
"go ahead, love," he encouraged you, "cum all over my cock."
he watched closely as your pussy engulfed his dick and the sight almost sent him over the edge, but he managed to hold back until you were coming around his cock with a loud cry, muscles tightening and legs shaking. the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him was all it took for him to spill inside you, filling you with his cum as he let out the prettiest whimpers.
"fuck, theo." you panted out, falling limp onto the mattress.
he placed a series of kisses on your forehead and temple as you both came down from your highs.
"yeah, i know." he chuckled while he pulled out, laying down next to you.
the three of you laid there in silence for a few minutes, completely spent and satisfied, as you cuddled.
"hottest thing i've ever done," you whispered, your gaze wandering between them both, "we should make this a habit."
you heard them laughing affectionately at your comment... they couldn't help but agree with you, though.
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you're too good for him - chapter one.
pairing: theodore nott x reader
summary: you're theo's best friend and he's secretly pining over you... but you have a boyfriend. modern au. based on what can i do by reneé rapp.
✧ read: part two ✧
Theodore doesn't get it.
Your relationship with your boyfriend has always perplexed him. Your boyfriend was best described as moderate—moderate in humor, intelligence, and looks. You could do so much better.
Especially now, as you bite back the tears and bury your face in the crook of Theo's neck when you can't hold it back any more, he wonders why you still put up with the guy.
Theo pulls you closer, and he feels a quiet breath of relief against his neck as you sink into him.
It's becoming a regular occurrence now—not that Theo minded. He'd prefer having you to himself under better circumstances, but this seemed like the only way you two could hang out as of late. And as much pain you were in, Theo selfishly relished in these moments when you'd forget about lover boy and remember him. Remember that it used to be you and him. Even if your remembering only lasted a night.
You and Theo were an unlikely pair, shoved together by the fates—first grade school bus seating. The spot next to Theo was the only seat left on the bus, and after he reluctantly slid his backpack over to make room for you, the two of you became inseparable.
While Theo was reserved, you were the burst of energy that compelled everyone in the room. While Theo had a temper, you had the patience of a gentle stream. You balanced each other out. Maybe even made each other better. For the next thirteen years, it had only ever been you and Theo—until lover boy came along. And then Theo made himself sparse, pushing you away until you were arms length instead of right by his side because it had killed him to see you so happy with someone that wasn't him.
And it was unlike Theo to get in the way of your happiness. If you claimed you were happy with lover boy, then Theo just had to deal with it. You made that clear to Theo the first time he tried to intervene.
"Why are you acting like this?" You had asked when Theo first pointed out lover boy's flaws. By this point, the rose-coloured lenses were etched onto you like stone.
"Like what?" Theo spat. This was the first time his anger had been directed at you. You didn't let it faze you.
"Like... you're jealous, or something." You said, voice thick with animosity.
Theo's eyes darkened. He was jealous. Jealous that you refused to notice how Theo looked at you. Jealous that it took one stupid note from lover boy for you to forget all about him.
But he was also concerned. He was trying to look out for you.
"I just don't understand why you can't be happy for me." You continued, unaware of the hurt expression on Theo's face. "You're supposed to be my friend."
"I am your friend," Theo said softly.
Ever since that night, Theo sat pathetically and idly on the sidelines, watching you fall more in love with someone who didn't deserve you. Theo picked up the pieces lover boy shattered every time. Because he was your friend.
But if Theo was anything else, he was also relentless. While Theo stopped trying to tell you what to do, he didn't hide his disdain for your boyfriend. Especially on nights like these.
"You want me to hurt him? I'll gladly hurt him." Theo says, and this prompts you to shake your head. Theo asks this every time you come crawling over with tears staining your cheeks. And every time, you refuse. You know Theo well enough to know he'd do it in a heartbeat. He was just that type of friend to you.
"He's not worth it." You say, pulling back a little so you could face him. You sniffled.
Even in the dim lighting of Theo's bedroom, he can see the red in your eyes, the flush in your cheeks, and the inexplicable expression of heartbreak on your face.
God, he really wanted to hurt the guy.
"I don't know, I think I'd have fun." Theo says, his hand mindlessly rubbing against the small of your back. His lips curl into a small smile at the mere thought of his fists in lover boy's face.
After everything he'd done to you, it was only a matter of time before Theo intervened again.
"No," You say again. You give him a weak smile. "I'd rather you stay here with me."
And so that's what Theo does. He stays, pulls you into the familiar comfort of his bed, and turns on your favourite movie. Theo doesn't care for it, having been forced to watch the movie a million times before. But he makes an effort, letting out his own share of chuckles and commentary you've discussed a hundred times over.
When the credits roll, you're nuzzled against him comfortably. Your hand rests lazily against his chest as you shift closer to him. He rests his cheek against the top of your head.
"You're a really great friend, Theo." You say with a yawn. "I don't know where I'd be without you."
Friend.
His breath hitches and he curses himself for the visceral reaction. Of course that's what he was—what he'll always be to you. Why couldn't he just get it through his head?
Theo swallows hard. He's thankful the screen goes black now, shielding the grimace on his face.
"Lost, probably."
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FU in my head part 2
Part 1 here
Pairing Mattheo Riddle x fem reader
Summary Unable to forget Mattheo's longing gaze after potions, your mind lingers on the meaning behind it. When he approaches you later that night, you're left unaware of his intentions and how this would play them out.
Warnings Oral (male receiving), female orgasm, semi-public sex, facefucking, swearing, slight degrading, sadistic thoughts, hair pulling, dom/sub dynamics.
Word count 2400
a/n: I was inspired by this lovely fic written by @mrsriddlenott
And big thank you to @finalgirllx for the amazing edit of Mattheo 💜
Darkness lurks near, flames flickering in the wind, their shadows illuminating on the old stone walls. The disappearance of time was visible with the passing of chattering students on their way to dinner. Making your way across the courtyard, your skin pricked with a frantic charge, your frustration growing in need of a release.
The combination of your brimming timetable and interactions with friends had left you without a moment to yourself. Despite your aching core, you sigh in relief that you hadn't seen Mattheo since potions. You weren't sure your body could handle witnessing the attractive boy again. Just the recollection of Mattheo's amused smirk had your cheeks tinting.
Troubling thoughts formed within that perhaps you had imagined it all. Worry pulled in your chest, fear that your fantasies were becoming more visual. Overwhelmed, you quicken your pace hoping to retreat to your dorm, but Mattheo's figure emerging halts you. You jump to conceal yourself behind a nearby pillar, impatiently waiting for him to depart. Unable to resist, you peak from behind the pillar, stalking his every move fervidly. Your eyes are drawn to him as he strides confidently down the corridor. Mentally groaning, you bite your lip. How can someone walking be so enticing? Curiously you watch, pulling back hastily as Mattheo's eyes narrow in your direction.
You hold your breath in anticipation, hoping he hadn't noticed you. The air thickens at the sound of approaching footsteps. Mattheo's tall form surfaces in front of you, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he studies your expression. The scent of cigarettes and mint intoxicates your senses. You stare meekly, frozen in place, your core clenching at his intense gaze. A dark chuckle leaves his lips, his voice low, as if speaking to himself, "Finding you was quite the challenge."
Your heart quickens to an unrelenting pace, a surge of heat swells in your chest. You scrunch your brows, scanning his face for an explanation. Instinctively, you step back into the warmth of the light, his body closing the space between one another. The intimacy of your bodies allowed you to admire the sharpness of his features. Glints of intrigue flash in his mahogany eyes, his lips twitching into a mischievous grin. It left you swallowing as your lips parted, your cheeks heating, head screaming.
"Why were you looking for me? Did I leave something in potions?" You ramble, unable to fathom him talking, even acknowledging your presence out of class. He doesn't answer your question, meandering his gaze between your eyes and lips. His tongue glides across his bottom lip, sliding in as he bites it. "You know, Theo's always telling me, it's the quiet ones... who are the dirtiest. Is that true?", glamour soaks his voice.
Your eyes widen in alarm, jaw dropping, breath caught in your throat. Your neck prickles, a shiver running up it. Your core palpitates at his words, clear embarrassment and arousal paints your face. You'd never been so red before, the scarlet colour apparent to him as he smirks. He crowed at your reaction, watching you struggle to speak. "God, look at you, a flustered little thing." He rests a hand against the stone, flicking your ear with his finger tauntingly.
Cocking an eyebrow, his eyes intensify, longing for an answer to his previous question. When you couldn't give one, except a small, unexpected whimper. An amused grunt withdrew from his lips, smirking he responds, "So it's true, you're fucking filthy, aren't you?". Mattheo revels in your desperation, his cock twitches as he watches you struggle to conceal your arousal. Feeling flustered as being called out, your eyes fall, avoiding his gaze. A cold hand grips your chin, jerking your head to look up to him. Towering over you, he leans his body down to meet your gaze, his eyes revealing the hunger inwardly. Your mind attempts to regard what was happening. Were you having another daydream?
In a rapid movement, Mattheo's lips embrace yours hungrily. The unforeseen action startles you before your hands instinctively clasp, reaching for him. Raising your hands, your fingers snake through his curls, pulling him closer. You had only kissed one other before, and it couldn't compare to the experience of kissing Mattheo.
Mattheo's lips captured yours in a ravenous fire of passion, his hand veering down from your chin, shoving through your hair. His hand clamps the back of your neck, a sharp tug pulling your head against the hard brick. The harsh force sends sharp pains up your scalp, your mouth falling open in an ache. Mattheo, unphased by your pain, uses the clearly intended action to delve further. His tongue manoeuvres forth, colliding with yours, capturing your breath. Your head spins, your lips struggling to keep up with his expertise.
Relief consumes you, as oxygen replenishes your lungs, your heart palpitating. The moment is stolen by Mattheo's lips ravaging your neck. His hand still clasps you, his fingers squeezing your neck. His lips soft and warm attack your skin, small nips pinching at your nape. Your skin burns, body reacting as whimpers and moans leave your lips. Your eyes shut tightly as your fantasy is recreated. Unable to think clearly, your mind is blurred with desire and desperation.
His hands roam downwards, the trace of his fingertips felt through your clothes, your legs convulsing in pleasure. Your skin pricks between his grasp, his hands halting their travels on your hips. A yelp leaves your lips as your hips slamming roughly into his noticeably protruding dick. A cocky smug highlighted on his face at the marks displayed on your neck.
You used this moment to rest, your eyes never leaving his. Their usual shade of brown revealed a now darkened tint, consuming a predator's stare. He thrives off the power imbalance between him and you. Your obvious craving for him fuelling his ego and his mind races with possibilities of what to do next. "Get down on your knees," he commands.
You stare at him aghast, "What?!" you hiss flustered but surprised by your own harsh tone. Blood rushes to your cheeks, taken aback by his vulgar demand.
He quirks a taunting grin, tilting his head as he clicks his tongue "Oh come on sweetheart, I know how desperate you are to please me?" His hands drift to your face, caressing it, making you feel small. His words sent a rush of adrenaline down your core, your mind drifting into a state of glazed bliss at the idea of his cock between your lips. His grins widen as studies you, watching the wheels in your head turning, contemplating.
Yet, the anxiety of being caught in a compromising position halts you as you scour the empty hallway behind him. A hint of irritation picks at his face at the slow lack of your response. He rolls his eyes before clutching your wrist harshly and pulling you into a near crevice, covering the both of you from any prying eyes. Now hidden, the clear desire of his request shone in your eyes, your cunt throbbing. The clang of his belt draws your eyes down as he undoes it, your heart pounding in your chest. In a swift motion, he tugs his pants down to his feet, following next with his briefs.
The sight of his protruding cock leaning against his abdominals makes your insides squirm. He wraps a hand around his shaft, releasing a sharp breath as he gives it a quick pump. You bite your lip as you ogle at the size of it; the tip swollen red, glistening with pre-cum. He places a firm hand on your shoulder, guiding you down in your dazed state. Your knees burn on the cold pavement, the outlines of the cobblestones moulding into your skin. "Come on now, don't be shy, open up slut," he directs with a sadistic smile on his face. He taps the tip of his cock against your mouth, dragging it over your bottom lip. Your jaw drops as he guides the edge of his cock into your awaiting mouth.
His hand slides through your hair, taking a fistful to tilt your head back slightly. Eagerness reeks off you as you lean forward, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You were nervous, trying to channel your anxiety into adrenaline. Your mind is still in a state of awe at the reality of what was happening. Only earlier were you daydreaming about this. You wanted to leave a lasting impression; prove to him you were a good girl, ready to be obedient for him.
You wrap your lips around his cock, the sounds of his grunts flowing directly to your core. Your legs squeeze together, easing your ache only slightly. You allowed your jaw to relax, as you continued to let him fill you up. His cock was the biggest you had ever taken, making you blink back tears. Mattheo groans as your warm mouth devours his cock. He stares down at you, admiring the pretty sight. He would never get enough of seeing desperate girls with their mouths full of him. He loved seeing tears brim at your eyes, smirking as he watched you struggle to take his size.
His hold on your hair tightens, his hips shifting forward slightly. You get the idea pretty quickly and move, placing your hands on his thighs for stability. "Such a good girl. Aren't you taking me so well? " He praises in a sadistic tone. You moan around his cock; the sound being silenced as he hastens his movements. Resting his free hand flat against the brick behind you, his hips settle into an unceasing rhythm.
Mattheo's cock thrusts vigorously, scratching the back of your throat, making your core pulsing restlessly as it clenches around nothing. The intensity of his strenuous thrusts, have your eyes fluttering closed. Drool trickles down the side of your mouth as you gag, choking around his dick. "Look at me, I want to see those cock drunk eyes," he mutters, pulling on your locks jerking your head, jolting your eyes open. Gazing up, your eyes meet his lust blown orbs, a satisfied smirk coating his face.
Maintaining eye contact, your body trembles at the feel of your approaching orgasm. Never having to withstand an orgasm so long before, your body submerges in pleasure, knocking the breath out of you. Your nails dig into Mattheo's thighs, your orgasm courses through you, your legs tremble, pressing together, to repress the movement. Unable to remain quiet, a whimper escapes you, vibrating around Mattheo's cock.
Worry sets on you as a deep groan falls from his lips, your tremors edging him on. Praying your orgasm went undetected, you sigh contently at the sight of him caught in his own pleasure, for him to notice. "Fuck you like that, don't you? Like your mouth getting used like a little slut," he mutters, his hold on your head tightening. His thrusts become sloppier, his own climax hitting. You watch enticingly as his brows scrunch, flushes of pink, warm his face, small pants leaving his mouth. A stream of incoherent words spills from his lips as he shoots spurts of cum down your throat. Unable to swallow quick enough, the excess spills, leaking, down the sides of your mouth. Swallowing, you revel at the feeling of your jaw loosening as he removes his cock from your mouth. Mattheo regains his breath, readjusting his pants, tucking himself back in.
He peers down at you, still on your knees. As you catch your breath, he reaches out, swiping his thumb to collect the excess of cum dripping down your chin. He nudges your lips open, insisting for you to lick it off. His eyes watch zealously, as you submit to his request, your lips clasping around his thumb, your tongue swiping, gathering the salty fluid. He withdraws his thumb with a satisfying pop.
Traces of lust are still clear in his eyes as he trails them over your chest. He studies how your chest rises, your hardened nipples pressing against your school shirt, the evidence of no bra worn. The sign of your immodesty takes him by surprise. How had he not noticed earlier in class? Your face flushed a crimson red, tear stains left down your face. He had never seen something so beautiful. God, your desperation to please him left his arousal at an all-time high. It was almost unprecedented, seeing you so wrecked by just sucking his dick before, unaware of your own climax.
As you stand, he notices your weak knees, his eyes narrowing in on your thighs, as a drip of cum runs down. "Did you fucking cum?" He asks, his voice sounding almost reprimanding, had it not been for the curve of his mouth lifting into a taunting smirk.
Shame washes over you at his confrontation, all traces of your confidence diminishing instantly. "Fuck, I didn't know you were this pathetic," a deep chuckle leaves his throat, his face wearing a sadistic grin. "Well, that's not true. I already knew that."
Your face pulls, frowning at his words. Your mind turns like a clock, ruminating on his words. You scan his face as you connect the dots, your expression changing into shock. "You're a legilimens?!" you splutter out. Your mind ponders endeavouring to recall any knowledge you learnt about legilimens. The art which involved delving into the layers of one's mind to extract their thoughts. Only known to be performed by an extremely powerful wizard or witch. You stare at him awaiting his answer, astonishment resting on your face.
He leans back against the wall, allowing some space between you two. He lights a cigarette. "Knew you'd figure it out, smart girl." It made sense to you; Mattheo was son to a powerful wizard, one known for infiltrating the minds of his victims. He eyes you intriguingly, waiting eagerly for your reaction.
At his acknowledgement, heat blazes your cheeks, the realisation sinking in. "You read my mind!" anger courses through you.
His eyes glimmer with amusement at your outburst, a cloud of smoke exhaling from his lips. He shrugs his shoulders, speaking nonchalantly. "Your thoughts were too obscene not to keep infiltrating." Not giving you time to interject, he adds more to the fire. "Plus, you should thank me."
You cough on your spit "thank you?!"
"You're welcome." He grins at your response.
You give him as threatening of a glare as you can muster. "You're insufferable, you literally still read my mind without permission." You mutter.
Mattheo raises a brow, "Sweetheart, you were the one having erotic thoughts about me in class," he tuts. "I did you a favour."
"Besides," he gives an arrogant laugh, "Thought you wanted to be obedient. Huh? Maybe it's time to punish you for being so ill-behaved. See how good of a girl you can be." He gives you a mischievous grin, knowing he got the last word in.
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One of your girls| Theo Nott
Warnings: making out, smoking, curse words, toxic relationship kinda, both people being HELLA bipolar
Summary: Theo decides to start hooking up with Mattheo's sister until she asks to be public..
Being in love with your brother's best friend is the most complicated thing. Mattheo's already told Selena and Theo separately that nothing could happen between you two.
But did either of you listen? Fuck, no. Selena's been hooking up with Theo for the past two months. And fuck did it feel amazing, sure they weren't able to hang out publicly but that didn't stop them from going to amusement parks and malls together.
As soon as the sun went down they were able to have the moments they couldn't during the day, but how long did they have to do this for until they could be official? How long did Selena have to lie to the only person who knows her best?
Selena is by the window in her bedroom, smoking a cigarette that she stole from Mattheo's room until she hears a knock on her door. She quickly puts it on the floor and smashes it with her kitten heel slipper. "Come in!" Theo opens the door and steps inside, smiling.
He sees the cigarette on the floor, he chuckles a little. "you couldn't have just thrown it in the bin?" He remarks jokingly, shutting the door behind him. "I thought you were Mattheo," Selena says as Theo sits beside her on the bed. "Nope. Though I was wondering why he'd bother to knock in his own house." Theo leans on his arm, looking at Selena with eyes of lust and desire. Selena was always really hard to read but that didn't stop Theo, she said nothing back to him. He let out a frustrated sigh, "What's wrong?" "I don't know, you tell me" Selena says sarcastically, Theo rolls his eyes. "Okay, smartass..." He pushes himself off the bed and picks up another cigarette from off the floor. "I thought you said you didn't like smoking,"
"What are you gonna do? Tell my brother? He wouldn't do anything unless I tell him that his best mate is hooking up with his sister" Theo raises an eyebrow at her again like he doesn't believe what she's saying. "You seriously think he wouldn't care? He'd kill me if he knew."
"But seriously, what's wrong baby?" Baby. The one word that could make Selena completely break down. "Us! I don't know how long I can keep our relationship or whatever the fuck we are from everyone! I want to be with you! You make me feel all special and loved but the next day you're with my brother like nothing happened!" Theo runs a hand through his hair and bites his lip.
"Look," he says in a serious tone. "We've talked about this. We both know it wouldn't work. Mattheo's my best friend and it would just cause a conflict between us all if we-" "I saw you with Astoria" Selena cuts him off as another tear stains her cheek, Theo's jaw clenches. Looking away and then lets out a long sigh. "That's different...." he mutters
"How the fuck is that different, Theo?! She was all over you but when I talk to Cedric for a damn project, you punch him!" "Well- it's just- look, y'know you're different." He pauses, not knowing how to put it into words. "You'll never be just an option to me. She's just an option. I can switch from girl to girl but nothing can make me switch from you." Theo puts his hand on her cheek as the other runs through her hair. "but there's always gonna be other girls, right?"
"yeah..." Theo looks away. This wasn't the best time time to tell her but he couldn't lie to her anymore. "But there's no girl who can make me feel the way you do." "y'know that, Sel" Theo says as he grabs her chin and lifts her face to meet his eyes. "I mean why do you think I don't want to be with you? I don't wanna hook up with a bunch of random girls. I want you. I always have"
"then why am I a secret?" Selena says as her mascara runs down her face. "Selena....." Theo sighs "I just......." He pauses, thinking back to the conversation with Mattheo. Then, he wipes the tears off of her face. "I know that things are just a little complicated right now...."
“Can I ask you something?” he suddenly says, his tone now very soft and gentle. “why are you still trying to go on about us when we both know where this is going? you’re only going to end up hurting yourself.”
"but I want you, Theo. I want us to be the same even when the door isn't closed" Theo takes Selena into his arms as she curls into his lap." me too, Selena," he says in a sincere tone, taking her hands in his. “believe me, if there was a way for us to be together I’d do it.” he pauses, running his thumb along the back of one of her hands. “and do you think I haven't felt this way about you? I want you but I just can't ruin what I have with Mattheo..”
"you won't, he'll be way more mad that I'm hurting myself over you than being with you" Selena tries to convince Theo, He takes a deep breath as he rubs her shoulder gently. "Selena, you're gonna be okay," he says in a soft tone. "you're gonna meet some other handsome guy. and he'll fall in love with you and everything will work out. just not me."
"I don't want anyone else, don't leave. Theo, I want you" Selena panics as she begins to tear up again "…I want you too. but—“ he pauses, struggling to find the words to explain to her why he couldn’t be with her.
“I can't.” he takes a deep breath and starts to pull away. “I’m sorry Sel.” "Theo, please" Selena says as she hugs Theo tighter. he tenses up a little, not expecting the hug. But he hugs her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “we can’t do this,” He whispers into her ear, trying really hard to not feel anything.
"I don't care," Selena sobs, Theo lets out a heavy sigh and his muscles loosen. “Selena, stop…” He says gently, running his hand through her hair and pulling her face up to meet his eyes. “We talked about this. this isn't going to work."
"I wanna be one of your girls, Theo" Theo swallows hard, biting his lip. “I know you do…” he looks away, his eyes dropping down to her mouth. It hurt to hear her talk about herself like that but she wasn’t wrong.
a silence hangs between them, the only noise being their breaths. "then let me," “Selena…” Theo says almost pleadingly, pulling her closer to him. He wants to. More than anything he wants this. but.. “don't you see this is just gonna end badly?”
"I don't care if it ends badly, I just don't want to end now"Theo frowns, feeling his heart aching for her. If only he could be selfish right now. He closes his eyes and rubs his thumb across her cheek, pulling her closer to him again. “are you sure..?” Theo whispers into her neck. Selena nods,
"I love you, Theo" Theo shivers as Selena's words sink in. This wasn’t good. He could still back out of this. But he didn’t want to.
“I love you too.” Theo leans in, pressing his hands against her waist as he kisses her softly. Her lips tasted like strawberries, Theo slowly pulled her closer. His hands moved up Selena's back and held onto her waist. Every few seconds he pulls away to look into the depths of her brown eyes, Selena runs her fingers through Theo's hair.
He groans softly as he leans in to kiss her neck, pulling her closer by her hips until they both hear Selena's door creak open
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Stiles and Betrayal
I had this stuck in my head, how much different is Derek's and Scott's response to Stiles protecting his father and how he does that.
In 3x10
we have this scene (kind of, I had to make some cut here and there). Initially Scott tells Derek that Jennifer is the one killing people to which she says...
When Derek understand that they are right he tries to kill Jennifer but Stiles screams at him to stop and he does stop after 'contemplating' a bit if it's a good choise. And he decides it's what he think it's best for Stiles.
Derek knows how important Noah is for Stiles. He doesn't want Stiles to be completely alone since Derek knows what it's like living without parents.
He believes Stiles (+ Scott also explains the situation to him) and looks at him and he knows, he KNOWS Stiles is willing to do anything for his father, to keep him safe since he's the only family he has left and he doesn't wanna lost him too.
He knows that Stiles is desperate to get his father back and Derek sees it not only through his tears but his voice too, how hurried it sounded when he pleaded to stop compared to how broken it was before, when he asked where his father was.
The way Derek looks at Stiles, the longing eyes, his expression as he decides who he can believe - Jennifer or Stiles - and he chooses Stiles. Above the woman he loved he chose Stiles, 'skynny, defendless Stiles', like it's the easiest thing in the world for Derek to choose Stiles.
While in 5x9
we get this...
And (since i didn't make a gif with it) there's a sentence that's very important that must be added. After Stiles says "he was gonna kill my dad" (in 2nd gif) there's this back and forth between them:
Stiles: Huh? Was I supposed to just let him?
Scott: You weren't supposed to do this. None of us are.
Stiles: You think I had a choice?
Scott: There's always a choice.
After which Stiles add the 'famous'
All of us can't be True Alphas! Some of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes. Some of us are human!
And Scott goes with the 3rd gif.
So after this has been said...
Stiles once again tried to protect his dad BUT ALSO HIMSELF and he did in a 'cruel' way, but did Scott really needed to spit in his face like that?
It was self defence and it left Stiles with a huge bite on his shoulder
Scott has presumably known Stiles for a good 4/5 of his life and he is his best friend, his brother. And he doubted him. He let himself being fooled by Theo and he stood too firmly on his morals - and I get it.
Scott doesn't want to kill or do the 'bad thing' but just as Stiles said 'some of us have to make mistakes' and it's not simply a mistake. It's a choise about what's the best option, what are you willing to risk and what are you willing to lose. Nothing is black and white no matter how much one - Scott - tries to stand on his morals.
He didn't want to see the circumstances and what Stiles was feeling, he tried to play the 'good guy' but ended up being the in the wrong, which happens a lot whenever he keeps insisting on the 'or totally black or totally white' with his morals.
Stiles didn't do the 'morally right' thing to do, he did what he needed to do - what he thought he needed to do - to save his father. And i don't think Scott thought about how much Noah means to Stiles.
Stiles only has his dad, just like Scott only has his mom. So, wouldn't Scott to the same to save his mother?
Would Stiles do the same that he did to him?
(I don't think Stiles would've done the same, I think he would have thought it through and compared his father to Melissa, ending up deciding that it was the 'right thing' to do to prevent a life from being taken.)
So:
Somehow we got Derek, who knew Stiles for less than a year probably, trusting Stiles' judgement and seeing the situation through Stiles' POV, and choose a (almost) random guy instead of the woman he was in love with.
While Scott, who calls Stiles his brother, ended up not trusting Stiles and going against him, almost saying to him:
'Choose a random guy's life over your father's'
And I get that Scott has the 'good' morals but sometimes morals aren't everything you can stand by, sometimes you have to put them aside to see how a situation really is. And while for Derek killing is almost not that big of a deal (it's almost the solution to every problem regarding an enemy of some kind) he is still considerate of how it might effect Stiles' life, while Scott almost implies that killing Donovan for SELF DEFENCE was the bad thing to do.
(and I get it, Stiles didn't explain the whole situation, but let me ask you, did Scott asked Stiles about it or did he blindly went with what Theo told him?)
So, Scott betrayed Stiles and thought it was better to give him a lecture about what was 'supposedly the best thing to do' while Derek trusted and sided with Stiles. He didn't betray Stiles when he needed someone to help him or understand him, he chose to listen to Scott and Stiles about Jennifer and he doubted Jennifer even before it was proved that she was the Darach.
But was it really worth it?
For Scott to betray Stiles like that (despite the fact they later got back on good terms) and ultimately ruining what they had, which was already holding on by thin strings by then due to the supernatural stepping in the way and all the situation they had been in where they had to be faced with decisions that were bigger than them - SINCE THEY WERE TEENAGERS.
Was it needed to break one of Stiles' strongest bond over such a thing? counting Scott didn't ask Stiles himself anything but just 'accused' him.
And breaking this bond he had with Scott just made the one he had with Derek a bit stronger (despite the fact these episodes are far from each other) since Scott bring Derek up to try to get to convince Stiles to share is point...
SCOTT: Now you're gonna try to at least give him (Theo)the benefit of the doubt?
STILES: I give people benefit of the doubt! I've given a lot of benefit to a lot of people.
SCOTT: Like Derek? ...Kira? ...Liam?
Why the first person Scott mentions is Derek, almost comparing him to Theo as to tell Stiles:
"He was the bad guy too, Derek was bad too but now look at how we are, couldn't it be the same for Theo?"
Scott tries to reason with Stiles trying to make him feel guilty for 'staying attached' to the past and seeing Theo as the bad guy he was before, but Stiles is right. Theo was the bad guy that was before.
In the end this all makes me think Derek cared for Stiles more than Scott when it's about Stiles' family. And that somehow Scott doubts his 'brother' when it comes to his judgement on 'good' and 'bad' people because Stiles doesn't give off his trust to everyone he meets.
SCOTT: Why can't you trust anyone?
STILES: Because you trust everyone!
Does trusting everyone makes them automatically good without any kind of 'exam' to pass first?
I don't think so, or there would be no need to define people as bad in the first place.
Is it wrong to be skeptical of people you've never met before or people who have been bad to you in the past?
I don't think so since our experince define how we perceive others and how we wanna approach them at first.
In the end:
Scott could've done better in that moment - episode - and chose to listen to Stiles and ask him about it before jumping to conclusions.
Derek understood Stiles and how much worried he was for his father, and chose to help him save him.
(But i'm not saying Scott is a bad character overall, he just has his highs and lows as everyone does and I'm not trying to put Derek higher than Scott since being friends with people - in this case Stiles - isn't a race)
#teen wolf#derek hale#derek x stiles#sterek#stiles and derek#derek and stiles#stiles stilinski#stiles x derek#donovan donati#scott mccall#scott and stiles#stiles and scott#betrayal
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hii, congrats on 600 followers!! i was wondering if you could write some theodore nott exes to lovers with slytherin or ravenclaw reader. if not, that’s fine. anyway, thank you for your time :))
this ask was sent a few moons back and im so very sorry it took me so long to get to it, i’ve just never written exes to lovers before so it was hard for me to but i tried my best here, i hope you like it!
i also got a bit carried away and went over the 600 word counts thing (this is 1.1k), and the characters are aged up/adults here so the houses aren’t the biggest focus on the story (im sorry)!
this was supposed to be part of my 600 followers celebrations but it’s been long closed!
try again | theodore nott
Blaise Zabini does not understand Theodore Nott, neither does he understand you. It baffles him on another level how you could sit there, smiling at Draco while Theodore sits across the table looking as gloom as ever.
Maybe he was assuming things; maybe you were having a hard time but is plainly putting on a happy face to celebrate a mutual friend engagement. After all this was Draco and Astoria's day. Maybe —and he was pushing it here, if he messed with you the slightest bit, he could rile Theodore up enough to fix things between the two of you.
"No," you say before Blaise could even get a word in. You've been friends with him long enough to know that he was planning something the second he turns to you. "Whatever you're thinking, it's a no."
Blaise feigns a disappointed look. Placing his glass of wine down, you reciprocate his action soon after. "But it's just a question, doll. You're not even going to let me ask you a question?"
You fix Blaise a look. One that anyone could tell you that you were ridiculing him but he only grinned, processing with his question.
"Is it cheating for your boyfriend to zip your friend's jacket up for them?"
Neither Blaise nor Theodore missed the glance you unconsciously cast his way. You lay your hands flat on the table, careful of your surroundings —and furthermore, words. "I don't have a boyfriend."
Blaise cocks his head to the side. "It's a hypothetical question."
"Okay well, hypothetically I don't have a boyfriend," you reply sneakily. And if you noticed the slight shift in Theodore's lips, biting back a laugh; you don't show it.
Blaise rolls his eyes, turning his attention before asking the blonde the same question. Draco takes a long look at Astoria and shakes his head. "I guess not," he says first, "mostly since I'm friends with dumb-arses like you that it's only fitting you wouldn't know how to zip your jackets up yourself."
"Ass-hat," Blaise mumbles under his breath, clearly annoyed but takes in his answer before shifting his attention back to you. "Now what about you, doll?"
You decide to answer him this time round, maybe he didn't actually have an ulterior motive behind something for once. "I guess not," you tell him, "I just wouldn't feel very comfortable if Theo— if my partner zips someone else for them."
"Oh?" Blaise murmurs, his eyes shining at your slip up —and to your defence, it had only been a few months since the two of you split and it was only a force of habit, it'll go away soon. Hopefully. He then turns to Nott, eyes bright and filled with curiosity. "What do you think? How would you feel if your partner did that?"
Theodore is slow, he is careful and hesitant. He doesn't answer straight away and for a minute you remember just why the two of you didn't work out. Theodore wasn't the most willing to talk, and it's hard —it's hard when your relationship was built on communication and one of you wasn't willing to communicate.
He gazes at you and says your name.
"What?" You're confused, maybe a little daze from hearing Theodore say your name after months of radio silence from his part.
"My answer is you," he says. "I agree with you."
"Oh." You meet his eyes, dark as ever staring back at you intensely as if he was begging for you to say something else. Something more promising than just 'oh'. If you were so hellbent on communicating to the point of breaking up, then why weren't you communicating with him? "Okay."
Okay? Seriously? Blaise cannot believe his own ears. That's what you say after Theodore says that his answer is you after he was asked how he felt? Would it change how you react if he were to ask it again? It wouldn't hurt to ask again, right?
"Then let's say," Blaise begins, "you break up with your partner because they were bad at communicating their feelings but they're still in love with you, what do you do?"
"Blaise," Astoria hisses from the side, shooting you a cautious look. She cares more about you than the scene Blaise can cause by asking you such questions. Astoria gets up from her seat besides Draco to stand behind your chair, placing careful hands on your shoulder. "Stop asking stupid questions."
"We're just having fun," Blaise feigns a pout. "What would you do, the future Mrs. Malfoy?"
Her cheeks tint pink at the nickname, her hand squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. "I'd talk to them and let them know how I feel."
"What about you?" He turns to Theodore who's eyes linger on Astoria's hand. "What would you do?"
Theodore wants to say something sarcastic in return, but he doesn't know what to say. He's never been the talkative one in the room, he was the one who listened and learned. So instead of saying something somewhat mean, he answered truthfully instead. "I'd tell them that I'd learned from the past and will try to change myself for them, after all they should know that I'm always on their side."
Okay, maybe the few glasses of wine has his lips loosening up a little. Because if it hasn't, Theodore would've never admitted any of what he'd said —nor what he would continue on to say. "Even if we have to start again and talk the long way round, I'd still feel the same way about them."
"And what is that feeling, Nott?" Blaise eggs on, reaching for the wine bottle for a refill on his own glass.
"I don't know," Theodore admits, his gaze turning to you now. "I just want to try again."
His voice is gentle, pleading even as he says his final words. The table goes silent and Blaise feels the slightest bit of guilt, knowing that he'd been responsible for dampening the mood during somebody else's engagement celebrations. Maybe he should've thought this through.
Theodore's eyes are soft, a stark contrast against the darkness of his eyes and even though it seemed like his gaze was fixed on you; he wasn't looking directly at you but rather something slightly above you. Avoiding your gaze at all costs.
You've thought about trying again. Over and over again you've mulled over the idea. If Theodore told you how he felt more and you learned to read him better, would everything be alright? It's not like you can know right? Not unless you try again?
"Okay." And then there's word again, but instead of having shoulders deflate this time round, there seems to be a glimmer of hope right before you follow up with your next words. "Let's try again."
#— requests#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott fanfic#theodore nott fanfiction#theodore nott imagines#theodore nott blurbs#theodore nott x you#theodore nott angst#theo nott x y/n#theo nott x reader#theo nott fanfiction#theo nott x you#theo nott fanfic#theo nott Angst#— blurbs with bee#🧳: my writing
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Breakfast and Shocking News
Pairing: Theo Raeken x Pack member!reader
Characters: Theo Raeken, Pack member!reader, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate (Hale), Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Peter Hale
Warnings: Fluff, post show, Theo is probably ooc, cute pack moment, Isaac should have been in season 6a/b and the movie so I brought him back, I got lost in tw fanfic tiktoks and now I'm back on tw
Word Count: 918
Is this the start of a series like my gym one for Triple Frontier? Maybe, we'll see.
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You make another bowl of pancake batter, making sure to make more than you did last time. God, that was a mess.
You had to calm down three of them and Stiles should know better than to throw a fit in front of everyone. He's older than them for god's sake.
You shake your head and scoop more batter into the second pan you have going.
Footsteps entering the kitchen alarm you but enough to make you worry.
"Hey," he pecks your cheek.
"Someone else could be up, you know."
"I already checked." He taps his ears.
"Really?" You stare the chimera with a deadpan expression.
"Yeah, really," he says sarcastically, smirking at you afterwards.
"You're not cute."
"Oh, I think you're wrong. I'm," he wraps his arms around your waist. "Adorable and as your adorable boyfriend, it's my duty to tell you that," he pecks your neck, the spot underneath your ear. "Your pancakes are close to burning."
Your eyes widen. "Oh, crap." You remove yourself from his grasp and remove the pancakes from the pans. "Go sit down. You can get started on breakfast before everyone else wakes up."
"As long as you eat with me." He turns off the stove, pulling you with him.
"But I-"
He sits down, pulling you down beside him. He prepares your plate before making his own. "Eat." His free arm wraps around your back, his hand landing on your hip, keeping you close.
"Sometimes I wonder how you were ever a bad guy," you comment, cutting up your pancake.
"Stiles says the same thing but more sarcastically."
"It'd be alarming if he didn't use sarcasm." You look for your glass and realize you didn't get something to drink for either of you. "Do you want milk or juice?" You look in the fridge.
"I'm not Liam."
You purse your lips. "Just because he's younger and doesn't like coffee, doesn't make him a child."
He gives you a look.
"Don't be mean. He's a nice guy."
You reach for a mug in the cabinet.
"He has a crush on you."
"He does not."
"He follows you around like a puppy."
"He says I'm like an older sister to him."
"So, he doesn't get his ass kicked."
"You got punched by him at least three times."
Theo scoffs. "Did he tell you that?"
"Everyone has."
He shakes his head, stabbing his fork into his food. "I let him."
"Sure, you did." You place the mugs beside the plates and sit back down. "I'd still call you to kick somebody's ass for me," you tell him, wanting him to feel better.
"Yeah?"
You nod, "of course I would. Also, not to mention how hot you look when you shifted."
"You think I'm hot?" He turns to you.
You pause in your bite, slowly swallowing. "No?"
"You do. You think I'm hot."
You scoff, pushing him away. "I didn't say that."
"You said I'm hot," he repeats to tease you.
"No," you whine when he leans in.
"What did I just walk into?"
You both freeze, slowly turning to face the human of the pack. "Hey, Stiles."
"Don't "hey Stiles" me." He points between the two of you. "What's a- what's going on here?"
"We're having breakfast."
"You're looking a little close for people having breakfast."
"What's it to you?" Asks Theo.
"Something you want to tell your friendly neighborhood FBI Agent?"
You two glance at one another and shrug. "No."
He nods and ventures over to the coffee maker. "I don't buy it."
Some of the other pack members wander into the kitchen.
"Did Stiles find out?"
"Little bit," you tell her, pinching your fingers together, leaving a bit of space between your thumb and index finger.
"I don't get it."
"He's about to figure it out," Liam tells the were-coyote.
"Oh."
"Wait- you guys know they're dating?!" Stiles screeches.
"Uh," Malia, Liam, and Brett make the same noise.
"No?" Scott chimes in.
"Oh, please. It was painfully obvious from the start."
"How did you get in?" The true alpha asks Peter.
"When I got here," Derek adds.
"When did you get in?" Stiles asks.
"A few minutes ago."
"Is everyone here?" Malia asks.
"Now, we are," Lydia interrupts.
"Great. How many of you knew these two were dating?"
Everyone raises their hands, except for Liam.
"Okay, I'm not the only one."
"I was the one who got them together."
"Oh, great so everyone knew before me."
"Guess so," you shrug.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"We knew you'd judge."
He scoffs, "I wouldn’t-"
"I asked you a hypothetical question and asked how you would feel if I was dating someone from the pack."
"Uh huh... and?"
"You said rip the band aid off and I said Theo. You told me to put the band aid back on and pretended I didn’t say anything after that."
"And your point is?"
"You didn’t want to accept it therefore I didn't actually tell you."
"I can- I can accept it."
"You can't," Isaac pats his shoulder before pushing him out of the way.
"When did you get into town?"
"This morning."
"Hence the big batch for breakfast," you answer.
"You knew he was coming?"
"Of course, I did. I picked him up."
"I did," Theo corrects you.
"It was a team effort, sweetheart." You pat his knee.
"Ew. Please, I'm trying to enjoy my coffee."
"Like you need something else to get you all jittery," you tell the human.
He sarcastically laughs in return.
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Won't be tolerating any Cal slander when it comes to her being down just disgustingly down... down on the ground for Juliette.
Calliope Antigone Burns pined for Juliette Anastasia Atwood Fairmont so long and so hard that she figured out she was a vampire when no one else did because she couldn't stop watching her, closely.
Calliope not once but twice ditched her plan to stake Juliette in the pantry and only did it when she saw Juliette coming down to bite her and as confirmed by Juliette, Calliope wouldn't have staked her otherwise.
Calliope started to question her purpose as a hunter and what they do because she saw the humanity and the good in Juliette.
Calliope decided to take Juliette home to her parents and show them that she was refusing to be apart from Juliette after her mother gave her a final warning to stay away from her.
Calliope could not eat, sleep or think clearly unless she was physically in the same space with Juliette.
Calliope WAS GOING TO FUCKING LEAVE TOWN - LEAVE HER FUCKING FAMILY- to protect Juliette after they found Creepy Dead Guy and knew a vampire killed him.
Calliope stood up to her parents and Juliette's own parents to defend her.
Calliope came to believe that she and Juliette were meant to be and that together they freed each other from the expectations of their families.
Real talk, just because a character has a somewhat cool exterior doesn't mean they're unloving. Calliope is a trained killer, essentially. She's had this instilled in her -this way that she carries herself. But she's full of mushy feelings inside. She's not mean. She has a good heart. Yes she's feeling extremely hurt and betrayed by Juliette turning Theo. But she's only feeling that way because she loves Juliette.
#calliope burns#calliette#first kill#first kill spoilers#i know it's hard for some to have compassion toward Black female characters#especially when they dare have the slightest bit of edge#but you know... calm down lol
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Reader sucking Mattheo off while he plays video games?
I just imagine that man is into playing some pc games with his Slytherin friends and the reader just gets under his desk because he won’t join them on the bed, sucking him off while he’s on call with his friends.
No, because this would go so well with Reader who has an oral fixation ??
Like, you always need to be sucking or chewing on something, and Mattheo figures that out early on in the relationship when he always sees you sucking on a sucker or when you randomly bite your friends.
He thinks it's adorable ):
He'd be able to tell when you need something to suck on and without any hesitation, he'll just stuff his fingers into your mouth, "Here you go princess" and your brain goes all mushy because he just knows you so well 🥹
Literally, use him however you want because he will not complain. You want to suck on his dick? He could be asleep and he would not give a fuck, in fact waking up to you sucking him off is an absolute dream
He's gaming with his friends yelling and grumbling whenever something goes wrong. He's too busy focusing on winning the game to notice you crawling under his desk.
You can hear Theo and Draco whining about being killed as you paw at his dick looking up at him with pouty lips and doe eyes
He just pats your head and nods
Like bro does not give a single fuck
And he doesn't even react ?? Like bro just keeps on playing his game as if you aren't just sucking on his dick like a lollipop 😭
And you can just stay like that for hours with his dick in your mouth and him just playing his game while muting himself once in a while to coo and praise you
His friends playing with him have no idea of what's happening
#harry potter#reader insert#slytherin boys#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle smut#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo x you#mattheo riddle blurb 🐍
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how would a blushing and severely flustered Theo would look like? Like let's say he's having a conversation with someone and they threw some well formed saucy flirts at him, or the person he's "tending to" gave him a deep cheek kiss before walking off calling him a cutie.
Well, as you can see, I thought too hard about this. Theo is such a dysfunctional bastard, he really goes from 1 to 100 depending on how badly his thorny boundaries at crossed and I just wanted to explore a bunch of potential reactions here. None of them are probably what you had in mind, though... sorry. I guess he is still "severely flustered" even if he's threatening to rip your tongue out?
Theo's response to basically any social interaction depend on how much he trusts the other party. He's incredibly hostile and defensive towards most, and quick to read even the most innocuous behavior as a subtle threat or insult. When he does have more of a relationship with someone, he's a bit less likely to jump to trying to bite them if they look at him funny, but that doesn't stop him from ruminating and brooding about what that funny look could mean (inevitably concluding it could only mean ruin for them both and he has to intervene in the weirdest way possible to prevent this catastrophe).
The mention of “saucy” flirtations and kissing would really get him tilted no matter what, though - he’s not exactly at ease with that kind of “salacious depravity,” as he would say. Being come on to in such a forward way is less likely to make him all twitterpated as much as it makes him feel humiliated, debased, manipulated or even attacked. Additionally, he is extremely touch-averse, especially on his bare skin (or, I guess, bare pelt), to the point that some touch feels physically painful to him, like a burn or sting. So no kisses, please.
He might not react so negatively to flirting that is more delicate and subtle - though it’d have to be so damn subtle that he doesn’t even register any intimate intent.
#theo#my draws#asks#amaranthine#rat#haha sorry i get a prompt for just 'draw your character being cute and blushy'#and instead i pull out an illustrated essay on how he's hopelessly dysfunctional and will try to attack you if you say he's cute
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the biting problem
pairing: rockstardad!bucky x f!reader
summary: how theo developed a liking to biting
a/n: I had so much fun writing this hope you enjoy!
rockstardad! bucky universe
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Bucky didn't know he could love someone more than you, but when he saw his son for the first time, he knew he would do anything for his baby boy.
Bucky loved being a first-time father, the not sleeping for a year didn't even matter to him when he got to wake up next to you.
"Doll look he smiled!" Bucky still after 2 years couldn't stop gushing over his sons little actions.
"Imma eat your toes! Imma eat them all. Nom nom." He says to his son and gently starts biting them, and Theo giggles and screams, making you laugh.
"NOOO. MA TOES MAMMAA!"
You come to help him, but instead, Bucky catches you and starts tickling you. After he's done torturing you and you're out of breath Bucky kisses you softly and then grabs Theo to put him to bed since it was getting late.
"Ouch."
"Is everything okay?" You yelled out from the living room hearing your husband.
"Theo you can't just bite people." Bucky picks up Theo in his arms and scolds him. Theo looks at his father confused, because why not?
"Don't."
Theo laughs and bites Buckys shoulder, hard.
"That hurts, baby. You can't bite that hard. Like this is okay when you're playing. Okay?" Bucky gently nibbles on Theo's slobbery fingers.
"Mmkay, dada." Theo nodds.
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Your phone rings and you pick up immediately seeing its the number of Theo's day care
"Hello. Is this miss Barnes?"
"Yes that's me. Is Theo okay?"
"He's okay. But, Theo bit two kids today. We need you or your husband to come in."
"We'll be there."
You quickly call Bucky and pick him up from the studio.
"Oh god. Why is he biting kids. He never did that before? Are we bad parents. I think it's my fault." Bucky rants nervously.
"Babe, we're not bad parents, and we'll talk to him. See what he was thinking. It's okay " You put your hand over Buckys thigh. Who would've thought this huge scary looking man could be so soft.
"No it's my fault because I always bite him when we're playing. This is all my fault."
Bucky is sweating so much, he wasn't even this nervous when the band played their first sold out show.
"Thank you for coming."
The meeting doesn't last that long, and when you're out of the day care, you three sit in the car.
"Well, that wasn't that bad." You say and look at Buckys scrunched up face, the one he makes when he's thinking very hard.
"Theo honey do you have anything to say?"
"Sowwy mommy, sowwy daddy." He looks down shamefully, he didn't think he was bad he was just playing.
"It's okay. Just please don't bite other kids okay? That's bad. Promise?" Bucky holds out his pinky finger waiting for Theo to do the same.
And he does.
"Good boy. I love you so much." Theo is pulled into Buckys chest and showered with kisses. He has him wrapped around his tiny finger.
"Love you trouble." You plant a kiss on top of Theo's head and drive home.
couple of months later
"Mmh, so pretty, my pretty doll." Bucky kisses you and squeezes your ass , you've been making out for last 15 minutes and he's been teasing you for even longer.
"Please, Bucky!" you beg and you suck a hickey on Buckys neck.
"MOMMA NO THAT'S BAD!" Theo screams and Bucky drops you from his hold. The kid was supposed to be asleep.
You and Bucky look at each other, luckly you're both dressed.
"What are you doing up trouble?" Bucky picks up his son and tickles his belly.
"Are you kay daddy? Mommy always bite your neck! You say it bad! But why I can no bite but mommy can?"
Ooohhh.
Bucky smirks and realises that it was you who Theo picked up biting from.
"That's right. I'm going to have to put her in time out uh?" Theo nodds proudly.
"And you too little guy you're up past your bed time." Theo looks at Bucky his eyes wide open.
"No I sleep now." He goes completely limp and starts snoring.
Bucky rolls his eyes and goes to tuck him in.
"Mommy was bad I think she deserves a punishment?" Bucky teases you and you roll your eyes.
"He picked this biting stuff from you! You're the one that biting me all the time." It's not like he's wrong, you might like to bite Bucky but it's not your fault, he just looks delicious all the time!
"He did not." you cross your arms, pouting.
"No? Well, so it's not you who bites me when we cuddle, when I cook, when I'm talking on the phone, or playing the guitar?"
You're stubborn so you shake your head a no.
"Lying is bad, doll. Gotta punish you for that too." Bucky picks you up, throws you over your shoulder and then gives your ass a slap.
There's only one person who no longer bites people and it's not you.
[the end]
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NSFW ALPHABET - THEODORE NOTT
MATURE
MY HEADCANONS
A = Aftercare: I'd stay Theo's quite good at aftercare, he totally found out what it was by one of the boys. He does have a lot of hookups so I doubt he does any aftercare with them due to how intimate it is. Much like Mattheo, he'd mainly only ever give aftercare if it's in a relationship and he loves that person.
B = Body part: He loves his jawline, he's so overly obsessed with it, definitely the type of guy to show it to literally everyone unintentionally, taking a picture? He's showing off his jawline, he wants a kiss on the cheek? 100% will stick out his jawline. Theodore loves boobs, he loves everything to do with boobs, definitely has some muggle magazines of ladies in tiny bikinis hiding in his dorm. Doesn't matter what size your boobs are, he loves them.
C = Cum: If he isn't finishing inside of you, he'll be finishing on your tits, and don't be surprised if he takes a picture of it afterwards. He definitely wants you to swallow when he cums in your mouth, most likely work it into dirty talk and tell you to swallow. Honestly wouldn't care if you wanted to kiss him after.
D = Dirty Secret: Back to the magazines, he gets off to them a lot, he didn't stop doing it until the start of your relationship, but still keeps them - they're just hidden in a place you won't find them ;)
E = Experience: I've said this before and I'll say it again, he is a manwhore, he's had A LOT of hookups and therefore has a lot of experience, he knows what he's doing due to trial and error. He's pretty advanced in his knowledge, and he knows what he wants so will most likely show you how he wants to be pleasured.
F = Favourite Position: He's a big fan of doggy since he can take you from behind, but he does like to see your face so he'll grab you by the neck and pull you up to his chest so he can kiss you while going at it! Missionary with your legs around his arms (kinda like child-pose) is his second favourite since he can see how your boobs jiggle around as he's fucking you.
G = Goofy: In hookups he's not very humorous, but when having sex in a relationship he'll definitely crack a joke every once in while. He's the type to laugh it off if something embarrassing happens, but tries to keep it quite serious during.
H = Hair: He likes to keep himself well groomed for you but he honestly doesn't care if you shave or not, he'd still fuck you either way so it really doesn't bother him. He'd rather you were shaved if you wanted him to go down on you though.
I = Intimacy: He's not the most romantic during the moment, he uses sex to deal with pent up aggression mainly, so if you're having sex he's not the nicest. But if you're making love and it's purely just an intimate moment in between the two of you, then he is quite romantic, he'd definitely tell you how much he loves you over again, scatter you in love bites so you know how much he truly does care for you.
J = Jack Off: Does it whenever you're not available, has been caught jacking off before and will probably continue to be since he's not very discreet with his noises. Would prefer you to do it for him so normally he will wait aliens until you are no longer busy and can help with with his impending issue.
K = Kink: Definitely a spanker, whether he's slapping your butt or your tits, he loves the way your body reacts to him when he does it. Orgasm denial, enjoys watching you squirm when he pulls away when your legs are shaking and you're about to finish, likes the control he has over your bodily reactions to his touch.
L = Location: He'll pull you into an empty classroom or cupboard if he REALLY needs you. Really likes doing it late at night in the Slytherin common room on the couch when he knows no one else will be in there to find you both. He loves your bed and how comfortable it is so he loves doing it there, also likes how loud you can be when you're alone.
M = Motivation: If you wear a low cleavage shirt, or a shirt in which he can see your hardened nipples through, he's a big fan of boobs if I didn't already mention. When he hugs you and can feel your tits against his chest, anything to do with boobs really. If you place your hand on his thigh though, he will go wild.
N = NO: If you try to make him jealous, he doesn't like how jealousy makes him feel and he doesn't like when you actively try to make him feel that way.
O = Oral: He's pretty skilled at it, he likes giving it to you since he likes how much it pleasures you. He does truly believe that if he gives you something, you should give him something in return, so expect him to be asking you for head after. He LOVES head, it's one of his favourites, he does enjoy the control of it though so will shamelessly push your head further and watch you gag on him.
P = Pace: He's fast and rough, you have probably broken the bed a few times and had to fix it with a spell. He likes how going fast makes him feel and is rough with you since he knows you like it. If you told him to slow it down he would. Could speed it up even when you didn't think he could anymore.
Q = Quickie: He enjoys the time he gets to spend exploring your body when having sex, so quickies never come before actual sex. Only time you're having a quickie is if he really needs you and neither of you have much time. Otherwise he would happily whip you away and take you to his dorm for the next couple of hours.
R = Risk: He's a very experimental person and will try everything at least once. Will do anything you ask him to do in order to make you happy. Has and will do it in risky places, knowing there's a possibility of being caught. Likes the thought of being caught so everyone can see how well he pleasures you.
S = Stamina: He can go for a few rounds, probably a couple more than you could. He's the type of guy who would finish and then he completely fine for you to keep going. I'd say he could last maybe 3-5 on average, 5-6 on a good day. Will allow breaks if you need it.
T = Toy: Prefers if you didn't use toys, but will use them on you if you asked him to. Would be fine with you using toys on him as he's into trying anything that you like.
U = Unfair: He's a very unfair guy when it comes to teasing, like I've already mentioned, he has a thing for orgasm denial so will spend his damn time kissing every inch of your body before getting to where you need him most. Can hold on for quite a while before he feels as though he needs to be pleasured, so he will tease you endlessly until his patience wears thin.
V = Volume: He's a grunted/groaner, he's more of a deeper moaning type guy but is quite loud. Enjoys the noises you make so will always encourage you to be louder as it reminds him of how good he's making you feel.
W = Wild Card: Has tasted his own cum, did not like it, will probably never do it again.
X = X-Ray: He's big. Like very big. Only really wears black trousers so no one can see his print, has a bulge whether he's hard or not
Y = Yearning: Could go for sex every second of every day, not one to complain if you said that you wanted him even if he wasn't necessarily horny because he can get into the mood very quickly.
Z = ZZZ: Falls asleep so quickly afterwards, he'll give you the attention and aftercare that you need but after he's done with that, he'll be completely out of it until the next morning comes along, and then he'll do it all again.
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