this post is something i’ve been meaning to post for a months now, i’ve long lost interest in harry potter and theodore nott alike and no longer have the inspiration to write for them.
so i’ve decided to finally put an end to this blog!
i’m so incredibly for all the moots i’ve made and people i’ve talked to with this blog, all the nice comments people have left me, i really do appreciate it! but i’ve been writing for hp since 2020 and lost interest around last year yet kept going when i had burst of inspiration, sadly that burst of inspiration seems to no longer exist.
i’m so sorry i wasn’t able to finish my get up series! nor do a part 2 for mini skirt like i said i would but i did work on it and i’ll put up those unfinish work for anyone to read and —if they wanted to— finish what i started! i’ll leave this blog up just for the memories, and for anyone to revisit.
this post is something i’ve been meaning to post for a months now, i’ve long lost interest in harry potter and theodore nott alike and no longer have the inspiration to write for them.
so i’ve decided to finally put an end to this blog!
i’m so incredibly for all the moots i’ve made and people i’ve talked to with this blog, all the nice comments people have left me, i really do appreciate it! but i’ve been writing for hp since 2020 and lost interest around last year yet kept going when i had burst of inspiration, sadly that burst of inspiration seems to no longer exist.
i’m so sorry i wasn’t able to finish my get up series! nor do a part 2 for mini skirt like i said i would but i did work on it and i’ll put up those unfinish work for anyone to read and —if they wanted to— finish what i started! i’ll leave this blog up just for the memories, and for anyone to revisit.
this post is something i’ve been meaning to post for a months now, i’ve long lost interest in harry potter and theodore nott alike and no longer have the inspiration to write for them.
so i’ve decided to finally put an end to this blog!
i’m so incredibly for all the moots i’ve made and people i’ve talked to with this blog, all the nice comments people have left me, i really do appreciate it! but i’ve been writing for hp since 2020 and lost interest around last year yet kept going when i had burst of inspiration, sadly that burst of inspiration seems to no longer exist.
i’m so sorry i wasn’t able to finish my get up series! nor do a part 2 for mini skirt like i said i would but i did work on it and i’ll put up those unfinish work for anyone to read and —if they wanted to— finish what i started! i’ll leave this blog up just for the memories, and for anyone to revisit.
this post is something i’ve been meaning to post for a months now, i’ve long lost interest in harry potter and theodore nott alike and no longer have the inspiration to write for them.
so i’ve decided to finally put an end to this blog!
i’m so incredibly for all the moots i’ve made and people i’ve talked to with this blog, all the nice comments people have left me, i really do appreciate it! but i’ve been writing for hp since 2020 and lost interest around last year yet kept going when i had burst of inspiration, sadly that burst of inspiration seems to no longer exist.
i’m so sorry i wasn’t able to finish my get up series! nor do a part 2 for mini skirt like i said i would but i did work on it and i’ll put up those unfinish work for anyone to read and —if they wanted to— finish what i started! i’ll leave this blog up just for the memories, and for anyone to revisit.
Blaise asks as he walks into the common room, his friends sparing a glance his way before turning back to look at you and Theodore by the bottom of the stairway.
"No idea," Pansy mumbles, eyes glued to the sight in front of her; her head falling off of Mattheo's shoulder when he leans forward to get a better look at the situation.
There you stood, at the bottom of the stairway with a jumper and some silk pants, kicking gently at the man glued to your thighs.
"Please." Theodore knows he looks pathetic on his knees as he begs for your forgiveness, arms wrapped tightly around your thighs. "I'm sorry, really."
You only huff, eyeing down at him; your voice is low, just loud enough for him to hear and not for your from to eavesdrop on. "This is the third time, Theo."
There's a slight pout on his lips when he replied, "but I've bought you many more to make up for it."
"That's not the point," you murmur, crossing your arms above your chest as you tried to keep your stance, "You need to stop tearing apart my clothes."
"But I paid for them!" And when you only glare at him, Theodore only apologizes once more and nudges his head into you thighs.
"I'm sorry," he says, pulling back slightly to look up at you, "really, baby. I am."
You have half a mine to make him grovel just a little bit longer but decided to play nice, helping onto his feet, Theo enveloping you in a bone crushing hug just seconds after.
The Malfoy's cabin is the slightest bit chilly, even during the harsh winter weather. Although The floor's a bit cold to touch, your feet slowly adjusting to its temperature each step you take from your bedroom, down the stairs and into the living room.
There's a figure sat on the couch, dark eyes screwed shut as his head tilts backwards. Theodore's shirt is loose, a few sizes too big on him and so are his pyjama pants —it's all too blue, falling just above his ankles. It's clear that the clothes he adorned wasn't his, having borrowed Blaise's when Pansy spilled her guts over your pyjama, and having been too prideful as your 'bestfriend' to let you wear anyone but his clothes.
It's the morning after New Years Eves —or in an easier term, the first day of the new year. Draco having brought up the idea to stay at his family's vacation home —a cabin surrounded by nature, and yet still close enough to a village for you to be able to enjoy yourself during your break.
"Headache?" You ask lowly, taking a seat at the other end of the couch before kicking your feet on top of his lap, letting your leg fall between his thighs.
Theodore opens his eyes slightly, peering at you before he shakes his head. "Just sleepy," he says, opening his eyes up fully. "I took a hangover cure and it's making me drowsy."
"Ahhh." It's a slight gasp of understanding, nothing that really adds to the conversation besides letting him know that you were listening to him. "You should take a nap."
Theodore only nod's absentmindedly, his hand finding your ankle to rub soothing circles on your skin. His touch replacing the cool air with something much warmer.
Your eyes glance around the room, taking in the fact that it's very much empty; a silent lull to what would normally be an all too rowdy living room. "Where's the others?"
"Pansy felt guilty for ruining your clothes so she dragged Zabini and Malfoy out to get something new for you," Theo murmurs, eyes trained on the shorts peeking beneath your —well technically his, shirt. "and Riddle went out with his 'one night stand' for breakfast."
"Is it a one night stand if he's getting breakfast with them?" You asked, reveling in Theo's attention.
" 'asked him that and he told me to 'fuck off Nott'."
"Sounds like him," you snorted, only for it to turn into a full blown laugh when Theo wraps both hands around your ankles and pulls you closer to him —your head bumping against the cushion a little too hard for your liking. "Ow!" There's a slight swat to his arm. "Should've warned me."
"Sorry." He doesn't really mean it judging by the slight chuckle in his voice. His smile is soft, gazing down at you adoringly like he always did.
You try your best to at least look mad —upset even at the small bump you'd just had but when he looks at you with so much care, you can't even bring yourself to do anything but manage out a soft giggle. "Hi."
"Hello," he says softly, before he leans in and kisses you; it's light and saccharine, Theodore pulling away all too quickly for you to be able to kiss him back. "Happy new years, sweet girl."
"Happy new years, Theo," you murmur, lips brushing against his with each words you said.
He doesn't reply, opting to instead close the small gap between you, slowly guiding you back up to rest your head on the arm of the sofa. He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back, nudging for your legs to open up so he could sit in between them. "I'm sorry I didn't kiss you last night."
" 's okay," you tell him, feeling your heart skip a beat when his fingers skims beneath your shirt. "Our friends were there."
"Still," he replies lowly, "should've snuck off to kiss you, you deserved a new years kiss."
You know it's your fault he feels this way, having been the one to propose the idea of hiding your relationship from your friend. And though Theodore wants more than anything else to proudly say that we was more than your best friend —that he was your boyfriend, he also knew that what you wanted to keep this to yourself for now.
Or at least until Blaise stops bugging you about why you were walking weird after the party last month —both you and Theodore have half the though that Blaise already knows, he was just waiting for you to admit it so he could claim that he'd been the one who got you two together.
"Stop." There's a slight frown on your face, and Theo can't help himself but to brush the lines on your forehead away with his thumb. "I've got it now, that's more than I could ask for."
His hand trails down to cup your face, tilting your face up so you'd look at him; before dipping beneath to press kisses down your jaw, his free hand sliding down the side of your body and finding home between your thigh.
His hand is slow, rubbing soothing circles where they’re sat; his other hand pulling you closer to him, his head hidden within the crook of your neck.
Pulling back slightly, Theodore eases your legs further apart, fingers slipping beneath your panties.
There's a frown on Draco's face, his eyes glued onto you as you made your way into the common room with Theodore trailing behind.
Your friends turn from their position surrounding the coffee table, not missing shopping bags in Theodore's hand. Pansy sits up from her position on the coach, her feet barely missing Mattheo's head as she did so.
"Hm?" You hum, clearly confused as you sat yourself down besides Pansy. "What's wrong?"
"Why's Nott carrying shopping bags?" Draco states first, frown still very much prominent, glancing between you and the brunet who stood cluelessly above the rest of you. "And why is no one else suspicious about how happy he's been lately?"
"Me being happy is suspicious to you?" Theodore asked, taking a seat on the floor opposing Mattheo.
Pansy stifles out a laugh. "You ask that as if you're not known for always brooding."
"I don't brood."
"You do." It's all to simultaneous that Theodore only scowls at your words. "Brooding's basically your main characteristic," Draco says lazily, "that and hating having to do any labor, so why are you were you holding shopping bags?"
"I was holding it for her." He nods in your direction and the blonde follows his line of sight, narrowing his eyes at you.
"And?"
"There's no and that's it."
Draco focused his attention on you. "So you went shopping with Nott and he agreed to hold yours bags for you?"
"I've never been a fan of using elves to do my chores for me, you know this," you say first, "and you act like Theo doesn't hold Pansy's bag for her too."
"There's a different between bags and bag, dearest," Blaise jumps in, his tone a little too condescending for your liking, "and even so, every time Pansy asked for help with her bag he was always complaining about it."
"How'd you know he wasn't complaining then?"
"Did he?"
"... no." There's no point in lying to your friends, knowing damn well they'd pull the truth out of you sooner or later. "But I bought him food! That's why he didn't complain."
"Nott, let you pay?" Mattheo asked incredulously, before turning his attention fully on Theodore. "You let her pay?"
Theodore runs a frustrated hand across his face, seemingly irritated by the question. "Not for dinner," he starts, trying to explain himself, "she said she wanted to grab gelato but she got sneaky and paid while I was ordering mine."
"He already paid for all my clothes and lunch!" You huff. "I tried getting him back for dinner but he was too quick so I had to be smart about it."
"As if that'd make a dent in my vault," Theodore snickered, more than offended that you'd paid for his gelato. "Might as well just say you think I'm poor and get it over it."
"Get over what?" You fix him a less than amused look, meeting his eyes straight on. "We've known each other for almost a decade and this is the first time I've ever paid for you, stop being so dramatic."
Theodore only rolls his eyes at you, and Draco takes this as his chance to reiterate himself. "Something's definitely wrong," he says, brows furrowed as he thinks through everything, "I know Nott gives our dearest special treatment but it feels off." There's a hint of accusation in his tone. "Holding shopping bags, being happy, letting a woman pay..."
"Hey!" You can't help but cut in with a sour expression. "What's so wrong about letting a woman pay?"
"Babe, we love you and your very open way of thinking," Blaise says kindly, "but if any of our father found out we let our woman pay for anything, we might as well just be disowned."
"Okay," you murmur with a frown, "well what's so wrong with Theo being happy?"
"No man is ever that happy unless he's rich or getting laid." Mattheo offers you an answer before excitement takes over his face. "Have you been getting laid, Nott?"
Lily Evans has a penchant for playing matchmaker, you've known this to be true since the beginning of your friendship. The redhead having set up everyone she cared for in a loving relationship, even trying her hand at your love life to only give up when you kept rejecting anyone she's tried setting you up with you.
She huffs after a long minute of thinking —you remembered— "fine, if that's what you want," she tells you, deciding to finally give up on you. "I'll stop."
Stopping only applies to you though, but if you were to get caught in the cross fire that is Lily working her magic at setting someone else's up. You can't really blame her for it —because, after all, at least it's not you she's trying to set up with.
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Trying to wake yourself up, you walk blindly with your hands rubbing away sleep from your eyes as you made your way to your designated meeting spot.
It's when a hand landed on your shoulder, pulling you backwards before another hand comes up to balance you did you finally open your eyes back up. Blinking at the stone wall just a mere foot from you.
There's a slight laugh from behind you, hands dropping off of you to return to its owners. "Tired, are we?"
You turn around, a slight frown on your face on how a person could laugh at such an early time. "It's five in the morning, Lupin," you say, looking up at the Gryffindor. "How could you be anything but tired?"
"Dunno." He shrugs, offering you a small smile as he did so —the small scar on his nose scrunching at the movement. "Guess, I always assumed you were a morning person."
You roll your eyes, stuffing your hands into the pocket of your robes as you looked at him. "Six years of me being late for classes and you assumed I was a morning person."
" 'Don't judge a book by its cover' is what they say right?" He shrugs, taking the initiative to start your prefect route. "How was I supposed to know you weren't one?"
[more scenes i planted on to build up chemistry]
The worst part about summer break is being away from Remus. It's not like you missed him (not that at all) it's just there's no one you could look to for questions that will —without a doubt— come up the right answer to whatever you wanted to ask.
Standing by your landline, lips caught between your teeth as you listened to the dialing tone —it ringing and ringing until— "Hello?"
"Hi."
There's a slight laugh from the other line. "Hi," Remus says, and though you can't see him, you can tell that he was smiling as he said your name, "what can I help you with?"
"The uhm— potions work sheet," you pause, looking at said potions as you tried to come up with a question, "have you done it yet?"
Hii! I love the way u wrote tom and I had an idea based on the song “this is me trying” by Taylor swift. I have anemia (bad iron deficiency ) and it causes me trouble with breathing and sleeping. What if ravenclaw character is anemic but it’s been getting worse and due to the lack of sleep she is unable to do well in school. One her grades start dropping she begins to use all her free time including meal times to study while still maintaining her responsibilities as prefect and a tutor. Tom riddle begins to notice her behavior and her poor health. For context she’s been really trying hard that school year because she wants to be accepted in a program that is kind of like Harvard ig. But since she is a girl in the 1950s she obviously has to try a lot harder than BIYS and has a lot of pressure on her to be perfect. Anyway sorry for the rambling and u don’t have to do this if u don’t want itd just an idea. Also sorry if anything goes against any rules I couldn’t find whether u had them or not. Bye <333
hi sweetheart thank you for sending this in, your idea is amazing! but i don’t do requests seeing as i don’t have the time for it!
Are you still going to write a part 2 of your Theo fic?
i am! i even said that i was working on it in my most recent post, i gave a shortened explanation on why i haven’t been able to work on it and I still haven’t had the time to since i have a personal life out of fanfiction
not only that im very much new to writing smut so it’s taking me a while to work on something that doesn’t straight up sucks, i don’t want to put out work i don’t actually like for the sake of getting it out there for people
im sorry any mini skirt enthusiast out there who’s been waiting for this, ive been very busy lately what with starting uni (i have an entrance exam to take tmr im scared shitless) but im pretty much free after this so it’ll be out soon! i promise!!
happy new years cuties!!! thank you for all the love and support i’ve gotten this year, it’s the most interest anyone have ever paid attention to my work in the pass five years i’ve been writing fanfiction —albeit my writing skill have only improved this last year but it means a lot that you took the time out of your day to read my stories!
genre: smut (minors DNI), fluff, best friends to lovers, meddling blaise zabini just coz, they’re in love 🤢🤢, self indulgent im so sorry for the person i am
smut tags: dry humping, coming untouched, (very little) oral sex, come eating, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!), fingering, size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, cream pie, so much dirty talk oml, big dick theo 😞, reader being shorter than theo, reader wearing a mini skirt, lots of cussing
summary: blaise zabini’s idea of how to play matchmaker might be different from the traditional way of doing it but at least you ended up getting dicked down, so you guess his method works too.
Blaise Zabini's idea of playing match maker is whispering to you —in a not so quiet way, that he'd heard 'Nott's got a big dick' and though you swatted him away. Face disgruntled, mumbling about how you did not want to know about your best friend's private parts. You're terrible enough of a person for your eyes to drop to his crotch when he sat down on the couch opposing yours.
There's a call of your name, once, twice. Before Theodore leaned forward, his voice loud enough for your eyes to tear itself from his thighs to his eyes. You gulped, hoping —hoping that he thought you'd blanked out and just happened to be staring at a very unfortunate spot. "Hmm?"
Theodore's held onto your gaze, lazying back onto his coach. "You okay? I asked if you wanted to head back up but you didn't answer."
"Head back up?" You repeated. "Head where?"
He eyes you suspiciously. "To your dorm?" Theodore gets up from his seat and leans down to crouch beneath you, staring up at you. "Or mine?"
You blink. Mind running in all kind of ideas —save for the ones you knew he meant when he asked you this question. You shift slightly in your side, scanning the Slytherin's common room as the party rage on; it's nothing too big, a get together between all seventh year supplied with alcohol —that Draco definitely did not buy just to impress the golden boy, not at all.
"I'm pretty sure I saw Draco take Harry up to your dorm, and neither of them look like they're exhibitionists." You say off handedly, looking down at him. "Besides, I'm actually enjoying myself here."
And to prove yourself, you get up from your seat; pulling your mini skirt low enough to cover your ass. Theodore, despite having every chance to peer underneath it, remains respectful as he plays with the hem of your skirt. "You are?"
"You aren't?" You ask back, trying not to squirm from the way his finger brushes against your thigh. Salazar this was your best friend for shit's sake, knowing that he could hypothetically have a big dick should not turn you on as much as it was.
Theodore shakes his head, slowly, almost as if he was in a haze as he quietly tells you. "Not really."
"Let's head up then," you tell him, and though both of your voices are low —barely even audible considering how loud Mattheo decided to play his music. Theodore was able to understand you perfectly, picking himself up as he used your waist as his guide. "Come on."
His pinkie finger catches onto yours as he gets onto his feet, him towering over you the slightest bit. And though, Theodore and you leaving a party early to turn in for the night was a sight your friends were used to by now —knowing that nothing ever did came out of leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Something about how Theodore was looking at you makes them think that that might just change tonight.
But, they regress and bid the two of you goodnight with a few sporting playful frowns on how you never stay with them until the party actually ends.
You only smile, leading Theodore up the stairs to your dorm like every other night. Once in the comfort of your room, you sit yourself down on your bed, patting the spot for besides you for Theodore to take. He did as told, melting into your touch as you brush his hair back. "How much did you drink?"
His eyes are shut, face leaning into the palm of your hand as his own grips onto your skirt, tugging you closer to him. "Just those two shots we took when we first went down."
You hum, letting him pull you to him. "Did you smoke?" Theodore shakes his head slightly, before opening his eyes back up at you. You laugh lightly. "Then what's up with you tonight? I'm always the one dragging us back."
"Just tired, I guess." He murmurs.
"You guess?" You ask him, standing up —letting his hands fall where it'd been trailing up your skirt back to his lap, lingering slightly on what sits above it. "When are you ever not tired?"
Theodore laughs at your words, eyes crinkling as he did so. "When I watch you play quidditch," he says, pushing himself up to press his back against the head of your bed. Watching as you shuffle towards your wardrobe, picking out a pair of sweats along with two shirts he'd left at your room. "Or when you're drunk out of your mind and I'd to have to play pretend as your boyfriend and take care of you."
You snort at his words, picking out a pair of shorts for yourself. "You don't have to pretend to be my boyfriend to take care of me."
"Mhmm," he hums from his spot, lounging lazily as you walk up to his side, the change of clothes in hand. "But it's more affective that way." His hand finds its way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "And I like it. I like pretending to be yours."
There's a split second where his eyes falters, looking at you almost nervously as he waits for you to respond. "You do?"
"Mhmm," he hums, pushing himself up to sit straight. "More than anything."
It's nauseating to see him look at you —eyes lacking their usual stoic and disinterest to instead be replaced by lust and adoration.
Without thinking twice, you leaned down meeting his lips halfway as your eyes flutters shut. And though seated, Theodore was still tall enough to kiss you back with ease. Letting you melt into the feeling of his soft lips moving slowly and desperately against yours.
"Fuck," Theodore mutters breathlessly, he pushes against your hand; dropping your (mostly his) clothes to the floor. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
"What?" You giggle, letting him pull you onto his lap. "Kiss me?"
"To kiss you again," He murmurs, attaching his lips back onto yours; a soft whimper slipping out of his lips when his clothed cock brushes against your core through his swift movements.
Fuck, Blaise was not lying.
In between your legs, underneath beige slacks, Theo's giant cock ruts up to you. You gasp into his mouth. "Ah—" you try to catch your breath. "—fuck, Theo. You've been wanting to kiss me since we were thirteen?"
"Mhmm," he hums, long slender hands gripping onto your waist before he slides one underneath your shirt and lays it flat against your tummy. His free hand, resting on your thigh, guiding you down onto him. "You're the only girl I ever want to kiss."
It's silly, you know it is —especially when his cock was pressing into your cunt, only separated by a thin layer of clothing— and yet you can't help but smile up at him, almost giggling when you ask him. " 's that why you asked me to be your first kiss?"
"Mhmm." He's smiling when he kisses you. "Can you blame me?" His tongue licks at your top lips, quick and gentle, trying to gauge on what you tasted like. "Prettiest girl at Hogswart and she was willing to be my first kiss."
His hand moves grips onto your waist, his touch blazing hot. "... Flatterer," you say, a playful pout prominent on your lips.
He chuckles, pressing his lips back onto yours, hand moving from your thigh to tug at your shirt. When you nod, Theodore pulls away just enough for him to take your shirt off and toss it Salazar knows where.
He doesn't even try to hide his staring, canting his hips upwards as he held you down. "Can you feel that?" He asks breathlessly, almost whining as he humps against you. "Can you feel how hard you make me?"
You could only moan, nodding dumbly as you rolled your hips. "Fuck—" he says against your lips, "—how'd you get even prettier, baby?"
And despite how hot —how nauseating it is to feel his boner pressing onto your wet cunt, you can't help but giggle at his words, at how turned on he got just at the sight of your tits. "It's just boobs."
"It's your boobs." He hand goes up behind you, making quick work at the clasps before kissing your chest, licking at your nipples; his hips not halting in its movement. "So so pretty."
His hand slips down, going underneath your skirt to knees at you thigh. "Shirt—" you roll onto him, breathless each time you feel just how hard he was. "—shirt, Theo."
Though incoherent, Theodore still understood you enough to pull his shirt off of himself before attaching his lips back onto you. His tongue glides against yours, swallowing your moans up when he bucks particularly hard.
It’s humiliating how the simple act of humping, combined with Theo’s hand playing with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his long fingers with his tongue exploring your mouth has you writhing on top of him.
"Theo, ah—" you whine, hands gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself, a familiar warmth building in your stomach. "— wait, fuck!"
Theodore's hips coming to a halt, as he watch you cum on top of him —in awe, without him even having touched you. "Did you just… ?"
You whine, pressing your face against his bare shoulder to hide just how embarrass you were. Theodore pulls you back, looking at you with what you could only assume was love. "Did you just come, baby?"
You nod bashfully, hands going to cover your face just for him to pin both of them down. "So cute, so so pretty." He kisses you roughly, rutting up to you. "Gonna fuck you nice and full, how’s that sound?"
Theodore only frowns when you nod, always having been the talkative one in your relationship. “Words, baby. That sound good to you?”
“Ah!” Your panties stick to your cunt uncomfortably, feeling all too messy when he grinds his cock onto you. “Good,” you whine, “ ‘s good.”
Theodore smiles, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips as a reward. His hand trails down to your thighs, flipping your skirt up before groaning at the sight of his beige slacks soiled by your slick and cum. "Look at the mess you made, didn’t even have to touch you.”
Sliding your panties to the side, Theodore runs two fingers down your slit. "Even your cunt's pretty," he murmurs, bringing his finger up to his mouth to licks at your juices. "You taste even better."
You're pouting as you watch him play with your pussy, fingers pressed onto your clit, going back in for another taste before you finally move down his crotch, just enough for you to palm at his cock.
"Fuck—" he whimpers, hips bucking onto your hand.
Feeling proud you pulled such a reaction out of him, you reach for his belt, lifting yourself up off of him as he helps rid himself of his slacks. Pulling back his boxers, you will yourself not to drool over the sight of his long and thick cock, milky from the precum leaking from its tip.
Your hand moves on its own, wrapping around the base of his hard cock only to find that your hand was too small to wrap all the way around him. "Why didn't you tell me your dick was huge?."
"You want me to —fuck—" Theodore whines, cock twitching in your hand as it begged for you to move. "You want me to tell my best friend about the size of my cock?"
"Yeah?" You move your hands up, thumb running along his tip. "Biggest dick I've ever seen."
"You never told me you had —fuck, baby— never told me you had a perfect cunt either." Theodore moans, the sight in front of him feels like it came straight out of a porno. His best friend and her small hands playing with his cock, tits out with only her tiny skirt stopping him from fucking her into the mattress.
You giggle softly before leaning down to take him inside your mouth. "Fuck!" Theodore choked out, hips roughly thrusting into your mouth. He's too big for you to fit in entirely in your throat and he knows it. And he's too close to cumming in your mouth to keep you were you are.
His hand pulling your head up and away from his cock swiftly. His eyes are shut, head leaning back against your headboard as he breathes heavily.
Your eyes are teary when he opens his eyes back up, and he wills himself not to think about how it's the result of him fucking your face. Theodore brings you up to sit between his legs, kissing you desperately, groaning when he tastes himself on your lips.
Your hand goes back to grab at his length and he whines, pressing his face into your neck and squirms underneath your touch. "Wait, fuck—" his hand goes to stop you, brain going dead as you pumped his cock. "—fuck, fuck wait."
Theodore moves away from your touch, pressing your hand down onto your mattress as he heaves heavily. "Shit— Next time," he whines, "we can do all that next time," he murmurs against your neck, pulling his head away to look at you, he adds: "but I need to fuck you. Please, just let me fuck you. I'll do anything to feel your cunt and fill you up nice and full, please baby."
And when he pleads for you so nicely, who were you to deny him anything? He kisses you again, laying you down on your back, whispering soft thank you’s as he presses open mouth kisses down your body. Slender hands roaming around as he tries to map you out. It's only when Theodore flips your skirt up, ripping away your panties to give himself a full view of your throbbing pussy did you realize what he's about to do.
"Hey, I liked those!"
"I'll buy you more, baby." You're dripping in front of him and he think he might be losing his mind. "Need to eat you out first."
"Thought you wanted to fuck me," you whine, gasping softly when he slides his fingers over your pussy, "why can you play with —fuck."
You pout at him, not expecting him to slide his finger inside you while you talked. "Why can you— ah! —play with me when I can't play with you."
"Not playing baby, just stretching you out," he tells you with a soft smile, leaning over to kiss your pout away. "Not gonna fit unless we stretch you out."
" 's fine," you whimper, feeling him slip another finger in, fucking into you slowly. "it'll fit just fine."
"You sure?" He picks up his pace, long fingers reaching places your own never could. "Don't wanna hurt you."
" 's fine," you moan when he slips a third finger into your cunt, "don't care if it hurts, just wanna feel you."
Theodore pulls out, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you once more. Moving back up, Theodore grabs at a pillow, placing it beneath your lower back to elevate your cunt. Slowly, he guides his dick into you, gasping at the feeling of his thick head stretching you open.
"Fuck—" Theodore pushes in deeper, pausing when he feels you clenching impossibly tight around him "—your cunt's sucking me in so good."
The burn is delicious, his cock tearing you open from within, stretching you out to take him into you. "So full," you whine, pressing your head into your sheets as he slides in even deeper into you. " 's too much."
"I know, baby," he murmurs, rubbing slow circles onto your thighs, "just a little more, I know you can take it."
You whine pathetically, feeling him fuck the last few inches snuggly into you. "Ah!" He hasn't even moved and you're already breathless, feeling him in your stomach. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me nice and full.”
“You want me to fuck your small cunt nice and full?” Theodore pulls out entirely, leaving just his tip in your cunt before roughly thrusting back in, hands on your hips as he pounds into you. "I’ll fuck it nice and full for you, maybe even put a baby in you."
And when your pussy grips his cock at his words, Theodore drives into you even harder. “Put a baby in me, please.”
“Yeah? You want that?” He watches as your tits bounce with each harsh thrust. “You want to carry my baby? Have your pretty tits grow bigger? You want that?”
“Yes,” you cry out, eyes screwed shut, the pain of his cock splitting you open mixing with pleasure. “Yes, ah— want it.”
“Fuck—” Having just about enough, Theodore pushes your mini skirt up your stomach giving him a full view of how well he's fucking his thick cock into you. The mound of your pussy bulging as it makes room for his dick to spear into your cunt.
"See that baby? See how good your cunt’s at taking my cock?" He asks, his hand grabbing yours to press down below your navel. "See how good I'm fucking you?"
You can only moan, crying out his name when he presses your hand down onto the bulge in your stomach, pushing his own dick out of your pussy. "Feel how deep my cock is inside of you?"
“Gonna be so easy for me to breed you,” he murmurs, wrapping your legs around his waist to fuck himself even deeper into you. “Want me to breed you, baby? Hmm?”
You nod desperately, too cock drunk to speak. Jolting when Theodore presses a harsh finger to your clit, circling it as he fucked deeper into you. "Theo, I'm gonna—"
"I know baby," he says, his cock getting impossibly harder inside of you. He presses another finger onto your clit, rubbing tight circles as you squirm underneath him. "Fuck— you're pussy's so good. Need you to come on my cock."
Theodore leans down to kiss you, pushing his length even deeper into you. You moan into his mouth, fucking you through your orgasm, your legs trembling as you try to squeeze him in.
Theodore fucks your cum back into you harder and faster, chasing his own high. One quick glance at his cock coated with your cum, followed by the bulge in your tummy was sends has him rutting into your tight cunt, spilling his warm seed inside you.
Theodore thrusts a few more time just to savor the sight of you spread on his cock before finally pulling out of you. "Fuck Theo," you whined, his cum leaking out of you, making a mess all over your bedsheet. "Were you just never going to tell me your dick is huge?"
Theodore only smiles bashfully, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "We're still on this?"
"You expect me to not be on this?" You say with a slight pout, Theodore only half paying attention to you as he grabbed a random shirt from the floor to wipe at you thighs. "It's almost like you don't even think of me as you best friend."
"Pretty sure best friends don't go around telling each other about how big their dick is, baby," he replies.
"Blaise can know about your dick size but I can't?" You murmur. "Talk about double standards."
Theodore pauses his movements, hand hovering over your spent pussy. "That fucker."
"Hmm?" You're curious now, confused as to why he was suddenly cursing out your friend. Never having been one to use curse words unless —well, unless he's fucking you.
"He told me that you liked guys who begged," he says with a slight front, going back to cleaning you up nonetheless.
"Is that why you begged to fuck me?"
"No, that was all me," he answers truthfully, ears tinging red in embarrassment,"just wanted to fuck you."
"And they say romance is dead," you say playfully before your eye zeroes into what's in Theodore's hand. "What about the whole breeding thing? And ‘s that my shirt?"
Theodore, freezes with his hands between your thighs, feeling you stare him down as he did so. Slowly, he unravels the shirt he'd use to wipe you clean only to realize that yes, that is your shirt.
"You ripped up my panties, messed up my skirt, tried to put a baby in me, and used my shirt to wipe up your cum," you say, frowning, "I'm never having sex with you again."
Theodore's quick to apologize, peppering your face with kisses, mumbling sorry over and over again. "I'll sneak you out of Oxford street, take my black card with you, how's that sound?"
— from bee: this is my first time writing smut be nice to me 😡
Hii soo I have a request for Regulus x reader :) okay so like maybe the reader got like a bad haircut or smt and feels very insecure and so Regulus comforts them and says like it's not that bad lol. You don't have to write it if you don't want to it's just a request! :)
i’m sorry this took so long, i have no excuse ive just been lazy 😭😭😭 but this idea, is so so cute hello?!?!
veritaserum | regulus black
pairing: regulus black x reader
genre: fluff, established relationship, comforting, a bit suggestive, not proof read!
One thing about Regulus Black is that he tends to take things a little too seriously. Just a little, he promises as he watch you fuss over your new hair do.
A slight frown playing at your lips as you try to toss your locks in different directions. Left, right, left again, right again. Only to finally give up and huff out in frustration, turning to him with an all too upset look on your face.
“I told them to only take a few inches off, this way too much and it’s not even the style I asked for them to do! How am I supposed to go around looking like this, Reg?”
Regulus narrow his eyes, squinting as he tried to find what exactly was so wrong about your new cut. Sure it’s short, and definitely different from the pass styles he’s seen on you but you still look breathtaking, isn’t that all that matters? “Looking like…?”
“A derange person who doesn’t know how to take care of themselves,” you say, flailing your hands up in frustration. “Merlin, what am I going to do?”
“It’s not bad,” he offers, shrugging. And when your frowns deepens, he adds. “Really, it isn’t.”
“You’re only saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” your murmur, “just admit it doesn’t look good, I won’t be mad at you.”
“I’m not! I genuinely think it looks good on you.” And because Regulus tends to take things about too seriously, he reaches into his book bag before pulling out a small clear vial. “Here, this is veritaserum.”
He doesn’t need to explain it to you, the both of you having studied the content within the while a few classes ago in Potions. Regulus, pulls the cork open before quickly downing the clear substance.
There’s a few moments of silence where you both stared at one another. You not believing that he really downed an entire vial of truth serum just to prove of his point, and when you take a step forward; Regulus opens up his mouth to speak.
“Your new hair cut looks amazing on you, Mon chéri,” he says first. “Breath taking even.”
The corner of your lips twist upwards on its own accord, heart softening at his words. “You didn’t have to drink that just to tell me.”
“You wouldn’t have believe me otherwise,” he hiccups, short dark curls falling gracefully onto his forehead. Regulus, pushes it off his face, gazing at you with content. “Matter of fact, I think I’m getting hard just looking at you, I can’t fake that.”
“Gross, Reg,” you groaned, making your way towards him with a fake disgusted look, “you didn’t have to tell me that.”
“I didn’t want to either,” he says, reaching out for you, and you let him take your hand, “but I can’t really control what I want to say right now since I—” he lifts up the empty vial into your line of sight “—anyways, your hair looks good on you. And if you’re so worried about it then I’m sure there’s hair tonic that’ll grow it back out in a moments time.”
“Mhmm,” you hum, nodding as you agreed with him, “think I’ll keep it like this for a few weeks though.”
And when Regulus lets out a quiet —barely even there, “yes!” You think that he might’ve liked this hair cut more than he lets on.
Can you please please do a part 2 of the Theo smut fic maybe where they make their relationship official
5 dollars and i’ll do it…. kidding im kidding… or am i 🤨🤨🤨
no but in all seriousness i’ll get to it as soon as i have time bc i have another request that has just been sitting in my inbox and as soon as i have that up ill start working on a part two for you!!
