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Hi! I hope you’re having a great day! I had an idea for a fic and I thought I’d send it to you!

Theodore Nott or Mattheo Riddle x fem! Reader

The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty?

A/n: Also this is my first time requesting! I sent this to a couple of my favorite fanfic authors bc I didn’t know who would respond, I love your work pls keep it up!!

p e r f e c t i o n

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: thelloo my darling, i am so sorry it took so long. i couldn't choose which character to do, so both are uploaded, one is the copy paste of the other except their names [ofcourse] so there isn't much difference, tysmm for requesting and i hope you're happy with how this turned out :)

p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling

requested- yes

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- this is set in a modern au, here he's a famous actor

you placed your pen down, a clicking sound was heard as the cap enclosed the nib. you uncross your legs and make way to the couch with your phone on one hand, ready to take a well deserved break.

you opened TikTok, the symbol animatedly popping up as her for you page loaded. there was something so addictive about it, not that of the app, but how the edits and controversies of your boyfriend pulled you in for hours.

the thing was, the both of you had an argument and you're missing him more than usual. you long for him to grab your thighs, the neck kisses, his fingers running down you as if to sculpt you.

from POVs to edits to just scenes of him had you captivated. just the thoughts of him doing what they claimed. you found yourself rewatching an edit of his thighs. for some reason they turned you on so much. his walk, his arms, the way he moved, how could he do it all so seductively.

was it getting hot in here?

you instinctively started unbuttoning your shirt and removed your shorts, leaving you in a pretty set. you were home alone anyway, who would be bothered? but god didn't he love that set. you rested on your stomach as you encountered an audio, a one with Theodore Nott fucking you. you could feel yourself practically melt with his voice draining all thought and reason on your mind.

his slow footsteps took him to the bedroom which's door was slightly ajar his hand preoccupied with takeout.

fuckfuckfuck

you eyes look up to see the the biggest grin. he though he'd won. he knew you wouldn't go too long without him. it made you upset. but at the same time, his barely buttoned up shirt was loosely hung and his trousers outlined his visibly growing bulge.

leaving the food gently on the desk facing the door, he lifted you up from the bed with his hand under your thighs, placing you on top of his study.

his eyes ran through the pretty blue lace, he always said it looked lovley on her skin. he closed the gap between her, your breats pressed against him.

"I'm sorry my love, but i don't mind fucking you while you're still angry at me. it quite turns me on."

Theo backed you up against the wall, his mouth warm and heavy on yours as your fingers hooked his belt buckle. you were far from angry, you were ready to end him, oh and he knew. he would be dying today, but atleast it would end with his face berried in your pussy.

“sweetheart..” he held his palm out to you, pressing you against the cold wall as his chocolate eyes gazed you in absolute awe.

you pulled Theo by the tie, his hands swiftly picked you up and dropped you ever so gently on the centre of your bed. you push his standing figure on his back roughly as he just has the most blissful expression on his face.

you leaned over Theo and gently placed a feather like kiss on his abdomen, your fingernails gently paving a path down him, reaching towards his abs, the hard muscle were as if god himself had taken the time to sculpt it for you.

you slowly mount him, ghosting above him slightly.

"you have such an annoying face Nott."

that was absolutley untrue. is face was perfection. it was gorgeous and defined and just perfect.

"sit on my annoying face then baby" he murmured. it was soft and kind.

you crawled to the head of the bed, "you’re fuckin perfection." you muttered, pressing a gentle kiss on his jaw as he positioned his hands round your hips, pulling you on top of his face. you settled in, your legs locked on either side of his pretty head. one arm was resting on his chest lightly as the other played with his soft curls.

"fuck" you moaned, his lips spread under you only sucking harder, the sensation making you shudder. you were already dripping and he's just gotten started.

"darling-" he shushed himself off as you moaned, your fingers entangled in his brown hair as he lapped up your juices, quickening his pace.

his tongue lightly ball room danced around your clit as you came and your hands switched to the bedsheet so you don't nearly pulled his hair from his roots. he was memorized with the feeling of your thighs tightening

he continued his pace and as if muscle memory you gripped his hair again,

"fuck-"

you moaned out as he gripped your thighs, acting as if he could swallow you whole.

another orgasm.

and another.

one by one, they all fell into order.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ Theo Nott NSFW Headcanons ꒱

Word Count: ~ 0.3k

Warnings: mentions of sex and sexual activities, description of some sexual activities, mentions of different kinks (including bondage, dom/sub relationship, breeding, slapping,overstimulation), mentions of oral sex, mention of smoking and cigarettes

Summary: Title says everything

Authors note: After a year I’m continuing this small hc series. Let me know if you would like to see more of this or prefer longer fics. Also if someone has any writing ideas let me know!

English is not my first language and I’m terrible sorry for any mistakes, I’m still learning.

!Minors do not interact!

• Theo would be passionate and definitely dominating in the bedroom.

• He does love slow sex from time to time.

• At first he hated the thought of you being on top but over time he grew more comfortable with the idea and now can’t get enough of you riding him.

• Loves to tease you for hours. He would either not let you cum at all or overstimulate you so much, that you forget where you are at.

• Would punch anyone who tries to get in his way when he is horny including his roommate.

• Sometimes Theo would fuck you on the astronomy tower right after, during or right before he smokes his cigarettes.

• He loves to tie you up and make you take his large cock in your mouth while he reads a book, does homework or casually chats with this friends over the phone.

• After a few years of dating and after graduating school, he would definitely develop a breeding kink. Nothing gets this man more aroused than knowing you’ll be forced to give him an heir.

• When he found out that you have a secret stash of sex toys, he will use them to torture you for hours on end. All while saying that you will never use them without hin again and that if you are horny, you come straight to him.

No matter how much I love ♥︎him♥︎ i will always love my fictional boys more…just being honest ☻︎

seventy-six percent

description: your boyfriend hasn’t fucked you in weeks and you’re tired of it, your best friend fred helps you get laid!

paring: theodore nott x fem! reader fred weasley x reader platonic!

contains: smut! 18+, minors dni, mentions of alcohol, sex, p in v

w.c: 1.1k

|an: came up w this idea last night and i luv luv luv it! hope u guys do too.

“cmon, fred, please? it’s been weeks. i’d do it for you, you know?" you’d said to your best friend, fred weasley, during lunch. it has been weeks since your boyfriend last fucked you. you don’t know why or what’s gone wrong. but you were convinced it was some sick game he was playing. he wouldn’t encourage your sexual behaviors, nor initiate anything, and you were fed up.

although, now that you really think about it, it might’ve been your fault, considering the last pillow talk session you and theo had, you told him jokingly that you’d probably last longer than him without sex.

you lied.

you’re growing desperate. you tried to ease the ache in your lower stomach by attempting to please yourself, but it’s not the same; it’s not him. you can’t put up.

“you’re absolutely nuts if you think i’m going to purposefully make theodore nott jealous. do you want me dead? is that what this is?!” fred exclaimed with a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “you think you know a gal,” he tutted, shaking his head.

you’d pressed your lips into a thin line, reaching into your head to find something that would make fred fold. “i’ll do your homework for a week? two? brew the potions for yours and george’s pranks? "c'mon freddie, be reasonable here.” you’d said with a pout.

“how about covering the cost of my funeral?” he’d deadpanned with a slight smirk. ugh, you’d thought. i guess i’ll have to…

“fine! i’ll do yours and george’s homework for a month so you can work on products. and make sure theo doesn’t do anything rash.” you exclaimed, god, your social life is going to be over, but at least you’ll finally get some dick.

fred’s lips tugged into a wicked grin. "sounds absolutely perfect. see you tonight. pleasure doing business with you, by the way!” he yelled out to you, already walking away, to go grab george and tell him the great news.

you’d sighed, hands holding your head from faceplanting into the hardwood table. it’ll be worth it, you told yourself.

this might, hands down. be the best you’ve ever looked in your life. your low-rise jean mini skirt hugged your hips and thighs perfectly. black long sleeve fitted crop top outlining your breasts and showing just the right amount of stomach, and black knee-high boots covering your calves. you looked to die for.

you do have to admit that you are a little nervous, though. fred and theo are both very unpredictable people. you had just hoped that fred wouldn’t cross the line too much and that theo would do nothing more than drag you up to his dorm and fuck you. considering this is a slytherin party, your chances of this outcome were maybe seventy-six percent?, which is good enough for you!

after overthinking and shuffling through every possible outcome, you finally stepped out of your dorm to meet fred in the common room so you could make your way to the slytherin common room together.

fred took a bow, as if you were queen lizzie herself, and offered you a hand to lead you down the last two steps of the staircase.

“madam?” he’d said in a posh voice, causing you to let out a laugh and take his hand to walk down the last of the steps. as you reached the bottom, he dropped the act and let out a laugh.

“no, but really. you do look good. i’d say there’s a great probability you’re getting laid tonight, with my help especially.” he’d said playfully and nudged you as you both exited the common room together.

“a girl can hope!” you’d whispered, now sneaking around the hallways with him to reach the slytherin common room.

“this is ridiculous!” you whisper-yelled into fred’s ear over the loud music blaring over the common room. you both hadn’t seen theo once tonight, and you and fred have been all over each other all night. getting close, whispering in each other's ears, taking shots together, even dancing together—nothing. the party was now coming to a close, and you still haven’t seen theo.

“i know, you’d think he’d show his face by now, or kick my ass or something" fred responded with his hand placed on the small of your back to get you as close as possible to him, so he could hear you better, of course.

theo had seen everything. he leaned against the wall in front of you covered by dancing bodies. he was alone, smoking cigarette after cigarette, his hand practically crushing the cup full of alcohol he’d had since the party began. he had a sick feeling in his stomach; he couldn’t even try to take a sip of his alcohol; afraid it would give him the courage to stomp over there and beat fred weasley’s ass. he saw everything. the touches, whispers, and dancing. all of it, and now he stood over you, hand on your back, bodies pressed together, whispering into each other's ears over the loud music? that’s enough.

theo stomped his cigarette out, slammed his cup on a nearby table, and made his way over to you and fred.

“you’re coming with me,” he’d said under his breath, grabbing your arm and whisking you away from your friend. shocked, you’d said, and did nothing but let him take you upstairs. you hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell fred bye, but oh well. he’ll be just fine. he did his duty, and you’ll have to do yours too. at least it was a mission accomplished.

“fuck, theo.” you pleaded and moaned against his neck as he pounded into you at a rapid and unforgiving pace, the both of you slick with sweat as you'd been at it for hours.

“you like that? or would you rather have fred’s cock pounding into you like this? huh?” theo growled out as he pulled out, awaiting your response.

“no— no no theo baby please. just you, only you.” you’d babble, hating the feeling of emptiness he’d left you with.

theo plunged his cock back into your wet cunt, continuing his harsh pace and letting out a breathy laugh. “that’s what i thought.”

all you could manage to do was moan and tighten your grip on his shoulders as you both neared your climaxes.

you could feel your brain go absolutely numb as his pace never faltered. you’d managed to breathe out a "theo... im gonna—“

“cum, cara mia. on my cock, baby.” theo said between thrusts, his own release about to reach a close as his hips began to stutter.

“theo!” you’d screamed out as the tightness in your stomach snapped. the yell of his name that escaped your lips, pushing him over the edge as well.

god, now i have double the homework for a month. was your first post-orgasm thought..worth it. was your last as you drifted off to sleep in theos arms.

Under the stars- Theodore Nott

Sixth year at Hogwarts

Theodore Nott had always been a quiet young man, with a calm and reserved demeanor. He could count with one hand the number of friends he had made since entering Hogwarts. That detail didn't bother him; on the contrary, it had spared him from bad times and unnecessary enmities. His life was serene and somewhat monotonous, but he was content with that. After all, it was better than being at home with a father who never seemed pleased with what the young man did and the longing for a mother lost at an early age.

(Y/N) Greenwood lived to meet the expectations of the parents who had given her a home when no one else did. Always with the mindset of owing them everything she had achieved in her 16 years of life, and she had no plans to disappoint them in the slightest. From being sorted into Slytherin house, to being a polite and refined young lady, and showing disdain for those who weren't pure-blooded. It didn't matter if she agreed with it or not; it was the least she could do to show gratitude to her parents.

One night, while the rest of the Slytherin house students rested, Theodore and (Y/N) found themselves in the common room. Each in their own world. However, that very night, the two found a mutual interest that rested entirely on the power of a book that seemed uninteresting to others but captivating enough for them. What started with polite greetings in the common room, or the Great Hall, progressed to them sitting together in some classes. Later on, they became study or reading partners when they wished, and not long after, they found themselves spending time alone when there wasn't any other excuse to be together. That good friendship slowly transformed into affection, and that affection grew into love. Genuine and mutual love.

Theodore felt appreciated, just as when his mother was still alive, and his father became someone he faintly thought off. (Y/N) didn't have the pressure to pretend to be something she wasn't, she was simply herself. With her imperfections, her interest in the unknown, and her clumsiness. And Theodore accepted each of those things without a word of complaint.

Everything seemed perfect, and to a certain extent, it was. That was until the plans of a greater power interfered with the happiness of the young couple. Both were forced to serve Lord Voldemort even when they didn't support the cause. However, they yielded to the pleas and threats of their parents, who were loyal to the Dark Lord. Moments of tranquility ceased to exist, and the pressure on both young individuals to fulfill what had been imposed upon them was reflected in their lack of sleep, their little concentration in classes, and continuous paranoia. Yet, they still had each other, and sometimes that was enough.

Nights in the Astronomy Tower was a spectacle worthy of silent appreciation. The stars seemed to move to the Earth's rhythm, and the moon shone upon the two who layed against one of the arches in silence. Theodore's thoughts had drifted to a possible future that now seemed impossible, while the girl he loved remained lying on his chest, gazing attentively at the starry sky above them. The young man sighed and gently slid his hand down (Y/N)'s arm before planting a kiss on her head.

—(Y/N)... —

—Yes? — She didn't take her eyes off the sky, even though she was paying attention to what her boyfriend was about to say. —

—Do you think we would have had any chance to escape from all this? You know... For things to be different. —

(Y/N) takes a few seconds to respond and when she does, she simply shakes her head.

—I don't think so...— She adds after a moment. —We're too afraid. And if we had, we'd probably be dead. — Theodore clenches his jaw at the mere thought of losing her. He had already lost enough in this life.

—I'm sorry things are like this... You don't deserve any of this. I wish I could do more. — He murmurs, intertwining his hand with hers, who smiles bitterly and squeezes Theodore's hand.

—We're in the same position, Theo. There's nothing we can do... I just want you to promise me something. —

—What? — She lifts her face to look him in the eyes, and he smiles slightly, watching her intently.—

—Stay alive. — The girl whispers, brushing her lips against Theodore's. —I know it might sound selfish, but I don't care about anything else, Theodore. I know how things will be, and I know what we're facing. I can't even bear the thought of losing you because then none of this will be worth it. So please, promise me you'll do whatever it takes to stay alive. — Theodore remains silent for a while, just gazing intently at (Y/N)'s face. He places a gentle kiss on his girl's lips before nodding.

—Only if you promise me the same thing. I don't know what the hell will happen in the future, I don't even know if it'll be worth being in it. But maybe, just maybe, we'll have a chance to start from scratch. And I don't want to do that without you... So please, stay alive. —

The girl smiles slightly and nods, just as he had, gently caressing the boy's cheek before joining her lips with his. This time, the kiss was prolonged and filled with feelings and words too strong to be expressed with mere sentences. Their lips seemed made for each other, always syncing effortlessly and with so much love it seemed impossible. And right at that moment, even if it was just for a few seconds, everything seemed okay, like it used to be.

—I love you...— (Y/N) whispers as she breaks the kiss, her face inches away from Theodore's.

—I love you more. —

The question burst out of her. Malfoy stopped and raised his hand to his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his two fingers and slowly began massaging it while taking two deep breaths. "Do you really want to die, or are you just addicted to the Cruciatus?" he asked finally. "Oh yes, I enjoyed it very much; it was a good round, but you didn't seem like someone who enjoys using it."

Hello everyone!

I'm back with another chapter! I sincerely thank everyone who is curious about what I put on paper. Honestly, it's sometimes the highlight of my day to look at it.

Kisses: floranochta

A low, guttural growl escaped Malfoy's lips, manifesting his frustration and rage. Animalistic. His arm crashed down onto the armrest of Hermione's chair as he launched yet another assault on her mind, seeking to breach her defenses.

Hello everyone! I'm back with Chapter 7, which might be a bit shorter than the previous ones because I decided to split what I had already written. This, of course, means that Chapter 8 will be coming soon :)

I really hope you'll enjoy it! Hermione and Draco might get a little closer, but of course, just a tiny bit; we're not rushing anywhere :D. Happy reading to everyone!

Kisses: floranochta

"Are you alright?" The question burst forth from the girl's lips, laced with genuine concern. Malfoy slowly turned back to her, his features etched with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. With furrowed brows, he peered down at the girl sitting on the floor. "Why?" His response sounded almost like a growl.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54978154/chapters/140014660

Fractured Virtue - Chapter 7: DREAMING DARKNESS

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Annoyance flickered across Malfoy's face as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, a tumult of emotions swirling on his face. He took a deep breath. He seemed almost desperate, as if he were wrestling with something. His eyes darted towards the door, then back to the girl before him. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again in silence. Hermione remained still, allowing him the space to grapple with his inner turmoil. She could almost see his internal struggle raging.

He looked torn, and tired and worn. As he looked into her eyes, she saw a reflection of her own inner battles mirrored back at her, a silent plea for understanding.

Malfoy turned away, his steps carrying him towards the wall where he leaned with a heavy sigh. He lowered his head. His broad shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath. His whole body trembled. Hermione couldn't take her eyes off him. The otherwise strong and fearsome figure now leaned against the wall, almost broken. She felt she had to do something, anything to help him.

She rose from her spot, her movements were tentative and quiet. With trembling fingers, she reached out towards him. After a moment's hesitation, she gently touched him. As her hand made contact with his back, a soft exhale escaped Malfoy, almost like a relieved sigh. Her hand almost merged with Malfoy's. She felt the trembling subside. She felt the warmth of his body, the muscles, and the anger coursing through him. It seemed as if the man too almost comfortably melted into the timid touch.

She could almost feel the loneliness, the lack of kindness, and the absence of touch roiling within him. She sensed the ache of his unspoken pain.

But the fragile moment shattered quickly as Malfoy pushed himself away from the wall, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of fear and defiance. He stepped back.

"What are you doing, Mudblood?" His voice quivered with a vulnerability that belied his mocking face. With each word exchanged between them, tension crackled in the air.

(...)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54978154/chapters/140014660

Hello everyone!

Here I am with Chapter 8, where Voldemort reappears and chaos ensues among the prisoners. Get ready because there might be a bit more action than before! Fortunately, Hermione gets to reunite with her friends again; I wanted to give her at least this little bit of happiness 😊.

Sending love: floranochta

Luna in Chapter 8 of my fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54978154/chapters/140104729

Chapter 8: THE DEATH LIST

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Hermione suddenly began to panic. If she hadn't truly felt it before, she was terrified now. The thin, bony figures bore the marks of years spent in Azkaban. Their faces were narrow and sunken.

Each step she took drew attention to herself, the weight of every gaze bearing down on her. With a pounding heart, she edged closer to Malfoy, but the man stepped forward and led her on. It seemed as though something had snapped within Hermione. The only comfort she found was in the man's presence, and now even that seemed to recede. Is he just playing another role again? Is he performing the death eater for the prying eyes upon them?

(...)

I've read multiple versions of Theo, and since I am currently trying to capture my version of his character I got interested, what kind of Theo do you love the most :)

Fractured Virtue

Chapter 9: THE PRISONER’S PURPOSE (...) "We're talking about potions and Granger's placement, Nott," Voldemort seemed irritated, as if the fact that Nott couldn't figure out what they were talking about on his own had annoyed him. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, my lord, I'm sorry, but I had my old lab converted into a, ... a bathroom, my lord, I'm sorry." Malfoy chuckled quietly. “A bathroom?” Asked Voldemort coldly. Nott seemed rigid. “Yes my Lord. With pool and a… a sauna.” He answered. Voldemort now seemed more irritated than before. (...) Voldemort be like: