by the time the dare comes, theo is already drunk out of his mind, speech slurring and hands wandering where they definitely shouldn’t be. so when he hears the words ‘body shots’, he lets out a whistle and turns towards you with an annoyingly sly smirk.
“come on, miss prissy princess,” he mumbles, grabbing a half-empty bottle of tequila from an equally wasted mattheo and coming up to you in swaying steps. “show me what you got.”
a thought flies rapidly through your vodka-muddled brain that you shouldn’t have gone to the same party as theo, shouldn’t have gotten drunk, shouldn’t have been playing this stupid game… but fuck it, you only live once, right? or whatever they say. and if that means letting the local asshole use your body for an insanely dumb dare? so be it.
when he pours the sticky, room temperature tequila all over your chest, you freeze up for a moment, but you’re already too drunk to care. when his tongue travels up from the valley between your tits to lick the salt off your neck, you giggle like a pathetic schoolgirl, swatting half-heartedly at his shoulder. theo’s friends cheer and film the two of you when his teeth snatch the lime out of your mouth, and he thoroughly and deliberately chews on it before spitting it out to the floor.
“miss prissy’s gonna feel like shit tomorrow,” he coos, his eyes lazily shifting between you and the video lorenzo’s showing on his phone. fuck, maybe you will. and maybe it’s not even worth it. but to hell with it; right now, you’re living it up.
I saw Ari (nottsangel) doing the “Theo au’s react” kind of thing and thought it would be so fun with yours too! How would your Theo au’s react to reader being quiet during sex?
i saw these reaction posts on ari’s blog too, and i love them, so i’m excited to do this with my aus too! i’m gonna be writing this for the aus that i’m more invested in and already have some content for, but if you want me to add others from my list, you can ask <3
sister’s bf!theo — with him, you’re kinda forced into being quiet when your sister’s home, so whenever you’re alone together, he wants you to be loud. i’m talking moans, whimpers, cries, whatever he can pull out of you. if you’re quiet, he’s slapping your ass hard, knowing it’s gonna make you scream for sure. “you think you can just stay quiet like that, piccola? nuh-uh, we’re only getting started.”
cult leader!theo — he’s used to you being rather quiet, because let’s be real, you’re under the influence most of the time. he’s fine with silent gasps and little whimpers, or just nothing at all. he’s just gonna cradle your head to his chest and whisper in your ear, adding to the hazy, intimate atmosphere around you. "so good, my dear. you’re taking me so well.”
chef!theo — does everything he can to encourage you to be louder, but does so gently, in case it’s not something you’re comfortable with (because he cares <3). "feels good, baby? you’re so beautiful like that, amore, let me hear those pretty sounds, yeah?”
bully!theo — he is the one who’s shutting you up by stuffing his fingers or your own panties into your mouth. he wants to hear you scream his name, it’s one of his biggest fantasies, but he also dreads anyone finding out there’s anything at all going on between you two. so he settles for degrading you for being unable to hold back your moans, while simultaneously jerking off in his room late at night, thinking how you’d sound with his name on your lips. "shut the fuck up, you’re moaning like a slut.” but if you’re actually quiet by yourself? nah, he’s still degrading as hell. "cat got your tongue, huh? or did you finally learn to shut your fucking trap for once?”
ceo!theo — he’s used to women being loud, because, well, it’s him, and everyone’s trying to impress him. so when you’re quiet, his ego takes a blow, though he’s trying not to show it. he wants to be better for you, so he’s not pressing the issue; he just keeps going, hoping that at some point, you’re gonna get comfortable enough to be louder.
lead singer!theo — he’s just surprised, because when are you ever quiet with him? he kind of gets concerned too, and almost stops to check up on you. but then you whine in protest and move your hips, signalling for him to continue, and he smirks, giving your ass a spank. "there’s my girl. don’t scare me like that again, alright?”
꒰ bully!theo teaches you a lesson for talking back to him in public ꒱
cw: 18+ mdni, kinda dubcon, oral (m receiving), rough throatfucking, throat bulge, size kink, choking, gagging, mentions of vomiting, hair pulling, slapping, spitting, degradation, praise if you squint, cursing, smoking
a/n: and so, bully!theo is born! read at your own discretion, and i hope you’re gonna enjoy this lil fucker of a man <3
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you knew you probably shouldn’t have done it. theo had warned you against it many times, and yet, you still couldn’t resist – the smirk he had when he completely obliterated you for the hickeys he, himself, left the night before was simply grating on your nerves too much. so, you retorted with a sharp quip; did you really have to bring up his dick size? maybe not, given that you knew for a fact it wasn’t ‘smaller than a pickle’, but it just seemed like the right thing to say at the moment.
now, you had to deal with the consequences – theo’s huge cock mercilessly destroying your throat as you kneeled on the cold floor of the guy’s bathroom. his hand painfully fisted your hair as he shoved your face into his crotch and back, again and again and again, showing no signs of stopping any time soon.
"you think you’re so cute, huh? so fucking smart, aren’t you?" he hissed, pulling you off his cock for a moment and leaning down, his ragged, smoke-smelling breath hot against your skin. you swallowed a thick mixture of his precum and your saliva, feeling your throat constrict after at least ten minutes of non-stop pounding. your lips were swollen and stretched out, your chin dripped with liquid, the stains at the front of your blouse rapidly growing in size.
a strong slap landed on your cheek, causing your head to snap to the side. your ‘ow’ was loud and high, but it did nothing to make theo even wince. he squished your cheeks between his fingers, his darkened eyes almost drilling a hole in yours with their intensity. the muscles of his jaw rolled back and forth, his nose scrunched up in contempt.
"where’s the fucking attitude, huh?" he shook your face in his hold, making your head go dizzy for a moment, and yet you couldn’t deny the wetness that pooled between your thighs at the gesture – at every one of them, really. maybe you were sick for it, but your body had its own story to tell.
"yeah, thought so." theo scoffed at the lack of your reply; the only sounds that came out of you were the rapid, shallow breaths you took due to the exertion of sucking him off so furiously. he fixed you with another look of disdain and then, without any warning, spit right on your face. his saliva trickled down the side of your nose, making you wince – not that it was the first time, yet it still felt equal parts as degrading as it was arousing. you had half a mind to spit back, but then realized you’d probably end up with a completely dysfunctional throat.
theo smirked darkly, the anger still seeping through his every pore, and dragged his fingers all over your face, smearing his saliva over your cheeks and lips. then, without any real resistance on your part – was it the lack of strength, or was it the buzzing ache in your lower belly, you couldn’t quite place it – he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you gag; your hands flew up to his thighs to steady yourself, but he shook them off, slapping you once more. your skin stung, and your brows were furrowed, but it didn’t deter theo in the slightest.
"keep still," he muttered, pressing at the base of your tongue. your gag reflex flared up, and you felt the familiar churning in your stomach as you tried to hold back as much as possible. before you were ready to give in and just throw up, theo took his fingers out of your mouth, providing a brief sense of relief, but then immediately replaced them with his cock.
the gagging never stopped; in fact, it only got worse as theo started roughly thrusting into your throat again, his hips moving in a quick, steady rhythm. your hair was in his painful hold, tight against his body; no way you could pull away, even though your throat was sore and aching.
"’s all you’re good for," theo rasped out through his low groans, the smirk obvious in every word that left his mouth. "a fucking cocksleeve, yeah? stupid little thing, but fits my cock so well, shit–"
you hummed incoherently around his length, trying at least an attempt to express your disagreement, but it only made your throat open some more, and the tip of theo’s cock hit deeper. you could feel the bitterness of bile rising to the top, but the huge, throbbing erection was an obstacle that kept it at bay. theo could clearly see the way your body trembled, and for a moment, he held you down, your nose pressed right into the trimmed hair on his pelvis.
"so, cara," he drawled, his fingers running along your scalp in almost soothing motions, even though they were anything but. "you still think i have a small dick, hm?"
you couldn’t reply even if you wanted to but still tried to move your head in a ‘no’. theo huffed, finding your squirming to be amusing, and his free hand glided around your neck, feeling the bulge his cock created at the front of it. you were breathing through your nose, or at least attempting to, but it didn’t really help: every single twitch of theo’s steel-solid length made you gag a little over and over again. your entire cleavage was soaked in your own drool at this point, and it was obvious that theo would have something to say about it later.
"you don’t think so?" he raised an eyebrow, as if your admittance was a surprise. he started stroking himself through your throat, fingers curling into your skin, and somehow, it felt even more humiliating than simply being throat-railed: he wasn’t even using it anymore, your body being just a means to jerk himself off. "cazzo, you feel so fucking good silent."
theo let his head fall back against the wall, groaning as his hand sped up. the other one pressed you even further into his crotch, and seconds later, you felt thick, hot spurts of cum spilling inside you one after the other. the throbbing of his cock almost choked you, added to the pressure of his hand from the outside, and you pushed at his thighs, trying to finally get him out of you. it seemed like he didn’t want you to actually die – good – because he let go, pushing you head back in return. the emptiness you felt after letting go of his still half-hard dick was strangely disappointing, the sickeningly pleasant buzz in your soaked pussy only intensifying. you sucked in the drool connecting your swollen lips to theo’s cock and wiped them with the back of your hand; it didn’t help much, you were still completely drenched.
knowing you wouldn’t get anything more, you sighed and stood up on wobbly legs, taking a couple of steps towards the bathroom sink. as you splashed your face with some cold water, you heard a click of a lighter. in the mirror’s reflection, theo was bonelessly slumped against the wall, lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep first drag.
"might need a repeat of that tonight." the words came out along with a swirling cloud of smoke, grey and undoubtedly bitter. you scoffed, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the puffiness but only making it worse in the process.
"you fucking wish," you muttered, but your voice lacked conviction. it was a well known fact that ‘might’ meant ‘will’ in theo’s vocabulary, and you also knew full well that you’d give him what what he asked – no, demanded – for.
sinners! step forward, for i am here to welcome you to the first circle of hell. limbo is all about denial, aching and missing the craved release by an inch. the first victim of the circle is everyone’s beloved bully!theo, who has come upon the opportunity to learn what it is like to be on the other side of being fucked with.
content/tw: 18+ mdni, chastity, orgasm denial, dubcon (alcohol), humiliation, heavy drinking, nausea, stds and pregnancy mentioned, cursing
word count: 781
should he have drunk this much? nah. he shouldn’t have. he never should, but he always does it anyway, despite three pregnancy scares and a suspiciously burning rash on his groin after one of his drunken hookups already on his conscience. but fuck if a meagre threat of an offspring or a literal disease stops theodore nott from indulging in life’s greatest pleasures—getting wasted and sticking his dick into a warm pussy (or ass, wherever his stupid brain guides him).
it’s a complete shock to him when he wakes up somewhere else other than his own bed. usually he prefers to be the one taking girls to his dorm, for he can easily throw them out as soon as he’s done, so now he feels awfully out of his comfort zone. his head is pounding, eyes are bleary and unseeing, and clearly, the alcohol hasn’t all been purged from his system. and his morning wood is simply killing him. fuck, it’s actually insane, it’s never been this stiff before…
theo’s right hand slowly drifts down his own body as his left one rubs at his pounding temple. once it reaches the place between his thighs where his hard cock is supposed to be, he feels it—but it’s wrong. it’s hard as steel… and it’s cold exactly like steel… shit, it’s smooth—exactly like fucking steel.
he feels himself up, and what the actual bloody fuck?! metal bars around his fucking junk?! he shakes his head, as if that might somehow help him sober up, but all it does is send his aching head into a nasty spin.
“look who it is. the big bad bully.”
a mocking voice coming from his right makes poor theo flinch—it’s probably just the alcohol remaining in his bloodstream, but still. embarrassing. you slowly saunter into his sight, skin dripping from the shower, warm steam rolling in your wake like a cloak. completely. fucking. naked. and suddenly, a realization hits theo harder than a bludger mattheo sometimes sends his way during practice just to mess with him.
he’s in your dorm. naked. sick to the very bone. with his cock trapped in a steel cage that you—none other than you—put on it. and this caged cock is currently twitching and drooling all over his thighs like he’s freshly into puberty.
“what, don’t like being on the receiving end?” you coo at him, and he scowls—of course he does, he hates being talked down on. but the way his cock throbs as he helplessly tugs at the cage diminishes any sort of intimidating exterior he might’ve had. for once, he’s vulnerable, and it delights you quite a lot.
“take this fucking— ahh!” theo groans, his balls pulled tight against his body by the cage—and by how insanely swollen they are. “take this fucking thing off,” he slurs out, messy head thrashing against the sweat-dampened pillowcase.
“oh no, nott. no no no no no.” you smirk, taking slow, measured steps towards the bed, taunting him with every single inch of your body on full display—and entirely unavailable. “you really thought you could just, what, fuck me like a slut after years of being a fucking asshole?”
theo did think that. or, more precisely, he didn’t think at all—not when he had as much self-control as a nuclear missile ready for launch. and now he’s paying for it in full as you take a seat on the edge of the bed, eyeing his nearly limp body as if you’re appraising goods—damaged, clearly, so much so they have to be kept in a damn cage.
“i fucking hate you, you—” he coughs weakly, helpless hands trying in vain to get rid of the metal encasing his cock. to no avail; it sits really nicely around his painfully hard length, letting generous spurts of precum coat the unforgiving bars. “you insane bitch.”
“you’re too mouthy for your own good, nott,” you purr, fingers resting dangerously close to his flushed skin, but not quite touching—not that you’re planning to. “you’ve been an insane bitch to me for how long?”
without waiting for his answer, you flick the tip of the cage just a bit—just to hear your nails click sharply against theo’s humiliation and watch him shiver with arousal. you look at the drop of his pre on your finger with exaggerated disgust, wiping it off against his hip, and lean further away.
“now’s time for punishment.”
theo’s head throbs, and he feels like he might throw up and cum any second, simultaneously. the dim light of the candles on your nightstand is too bright, his breathing is too loud in his own ears, and fuck—this is what hell feels like.
of course, he had to be there. of course. theodore nott himself, strolling towards you along the corridor that had been so blissfully quiet up until this point.
“hey, nerd.” his voice was the usual mocking drawl as he brushed past you, deliberately shoving you with his shoulder and sending your books flying to the floor. “it’s seven o-fucking’clock, and you’re going to the library? pathetic, even for you.”
you glared up at him even as you crouched down to collect your stuff. the urge to punch him in the face was stronger than ever, and the only thing stopping you was a very real threat of detention – because of course theo was going to use it against you despite him being the one who started the whole thing.
“fuck off,” you spat out, standing up and making a smart decision to put your books in the bag this time. “library would do you lots of good, you insufferable twat. get that tiny brain of yours going.”
“aww, kitty’s got claws,” theo cooed, taking a step closer and unceremoniously grabbing your chin with his hand. he leaned in, his cigarette-stained breath ghosting warmly over your skin. “let’s see if this sharp little tongue stays this sharp when you’re choking on my dick later.”
you scoffed and slapped his annoyingly grabby hand away – an act of defiance you could safely allow with no consequences, at least from a professor. before theo could retaliate, you were already jogging away, flipping him off over your shoulder.
“shove your dick up your own ass, nott.”
he just chuckled, watching your form grow smaller and smaller in the distance before turning around and continuing his journey to the common room. oh, he definitely wasn’t joking about making you gag on his cock later. preferably tonight.
౨ৎ bully!theo – your bully who mocks and taunts you every single chance he gets, and does so ruthlessly. his tongue is sharpened by years and years of endless exercising of his wit; his words cut deep, tugging at every single string you thought to have hidden. but the rarest moments behind close doors, when his lips trail down your neck and praises are whispered against your skin, leave your heart drumming wildly against your chest and your mind swirling with dozens of unanswered questions…
theo bristles at your question, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“i don’t fucking know… probably?” he mutters, the words leaving his lips along with grey tendrils of smoke. he looks way prettier than he sounds, for sure. “matt’s heard me a thousand fucking times, the asshole.”
he shrugs, tapping the ash off the cigarette straight onto the floor. “don’t give a shit, to be honest.” and it’s true. theo has fucked in every single bathroom, corner and empty classroom at this point, so someone’s very likely walked in on him at some point. not that he cares one fucking bit.
honestly, bully!theo who is so mean to you in front of his friends but kisses down your neck so sweetly when you two are alone as an unspoken apology
oh my god… you couldn’t have come at a better time bc i‘ve been thinking about making a slytherin bullies au soon, the whole group and separately, and now, it’s definitely happening 🤭
but yes, bully!theo would absolutely never, ever in his life admit to having any sort of affection towards you in public, or to any of his (bully) friends. it’s hard to even make him feel anything towards you tbh, bc he bullies literally for the fuck of it, bored out of his mind and getting a thrill out of seeing you squirm and cry. if in the midst of it all he somehow catches feelings, he’s gonna use it completely to his own advantage. he’ll continue bullying you, being a mean, ruthless jerk and laughing it up with his friends, but he’ll also start thinking of ways to use you for, well, physical pleasure – if he has feelings, at least he can get something out of it, which might turn out to be a good fuck. and he’s already under ur skin as a bully, so to turn your displeasure/frustration/fear of him into loving wouldn’t be so hard, right?? so he’d approach you, pretending to be so sweet, hands gently roaming over your body, lips on your neck as he whispers how beautiful you are. and each time, you think your next public encounter is gonna be different, but each time, it’s the same thing. he keeps bullying you like your private little moments never happened, and then he kisses it all away when you meet up in an empty classroom next. he never uses words tho, so when you finally have the guts to confront him about his exhausting duality, he chuckles and shrugs. 'well, tesoro, have i once said i’m gonna stop, hm? see, you dumb little thing, i never did. now, let’s get your pretty head busy with something else, yeah?’
