venus in cancer wants a long-term relationship where they can safely build a family. they strive for a deep, heartfelt connection; this placement, once their guards are down, makes for a loving and sentimental partner.
chef!theo nott x reader
warnings: 18+ mdni, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected p in v, mentions of pregnancy, praise, cursing
nav // event / more
it had always been difficult for theo, though he’d never admit it out loud. how could not not be? running a family restaurant meant seeing it every day – the happy couples, parents eating as their little ones played in the kid’s area… he was known for being focused and dedicated to his work, yet he just couldn’t help it sometimes – his attention strayed, and certain images filled his mind. the images of you pregnant with his baby, you as a mom, putting your child to sleep, so beautiful, so caring… it didn’t help at all that you’d always been vocal about wanting to start a family someday, which only fueled his fantasies and caused very inappropriate reactions in his neat uniform trousers.
and valentine’s day turned out to be an absolute torture – the amount of couples flooding the restaurant was close to diabolical, and theo ended up spending the entire day frustrated and painfully aware of his desires; you hadn’t left his mind even for a second. so, when he came back home from his shift – totally didn’t excuse himself by ‘important family matters’ – he was all over you.
you didn’t mind, oh, not at all. not when his heated body was covering yours so deliciously, your bare skin slick with sweat from close to an hour of endless lovemaking, his cock splitting your open enough to make you moan his name at the top of your exhausted lungs.
"cazzo, so fucking pretty for me," theo breathlessly murmured as he pounded into you, the movements slow but deep, reaching the spot just at your cervix. "wanna fill you up so bad, amore."
your nails dug more into his back at his words, leaving faint red lines all over, the ones he’d make sure to check out in the mirror later.
"please," you whined, struggling to keep your eyes open, yet determined to do it all the same – you were a bit obsessed with the way theo’s ocean blue was gazing at you, with the heady mixture of tenderness and hunger that you knew was reserved only for you.
"oh yeah? please what, baby?" he teased, though his smile was genuine, small but loving. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, all flushed and needy for him, and it made him feel blissed out enough to let his usual composure crumble, his carefully constructed facade fall, demolished by the overwhelming affection he felt towards you.
"please… god– fill me up, baby!" your voice went high, a signal that you wouldn’t last much longer.
"fuck–" theo felt himself grow closer too, his cock throbbing between the warmth of your walls, squeezing him so tightly, sucking him in in just the perfect way. "gonna give you my babies, amore. you want that?"
"yeah," you could only breathe out, ragged and shallow, as theo’s thrusts grew sloppier inside of you. you could tell he was about to cum, and the thought of him filling you up made you moan louder, his name the only thing left in your fucked-out mind.
"you’re gonna be such a good mom." theo sounded strained, as if he was trying to hold back, but it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to very soon. "can’t wait to get you pregnant, amore. so prettily round with my baby…"
an image of you with a big, swollen stomach carrying his child made theo lose it – warm, thick spurts of sperm spilled deep inside, completely coating your walls and seeping out, onto your inner thighs, as he continued thrusting into you, determined to bring you over the edge as well. it didn’t take long – a few more seconds, and you were coming after him, your nails carving scratches into his back. he straightened out, looking down at where your bodies connected, and slowly pulled out. your hole clenched, squeezing his cum out, but he quickly gathered it all with his fingers and pushed them back into your sensitive entrance, causing the muscles of your lower abdomen to contract.
"have to be sure it’s all in, amore. gotta make sure you’re all nice and pregnant real soon, yeah?"
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?”
cw: fluff, reader is sick, mentions of bodily fluids
a/n: just me being sick and needing chef!theo to take care of me. haven’t written fluff in a while, so hopefully it’s not too crusty. enjoy <3
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just yesterday, you were feeling ‘a bit under the weather’, and this morning, you woke up with a pounding headache, a painfully sore throat, coughing your lungs out, and your nose so runny you felt like you could drown in your own snot. it was far from a pretty sight, but your fiancé was immediately on high alert – theo hated when you got sick, especially when he knew exactly what caused it.
“told you you should’ve worn a jacket, didn’t i?” he chastised you, his voice exasperated, as he looked at the thermometer. your temperature wasn’t too bad, which made his shoulders slump with relief, but it wasn’t one of a healthy person either.
“yeah, yeah, i know.” you rolled your eyes, immediately regretting the action – it felt like sand was stuck behind your eyelids, making your eyes water uncontrollably. he was right, you knew that damn well – you really should’ve worn a jacket when you left for work yesterday, since it was unusually cold for the month of may. but you blamed theo’s worries on him being his usual overprotective self, and now you were paying the price.
theo shook his head at your stubbornness, but he couldn’t stay mad at you for long – not when you looked so vulnerable with your cheeks flushed, your eyes glassy, the blanket pulled up to your chin as you shivered. he was already on his phone, calling off work for the day, and even your weak protests that you could handle yourself just fine didn’t help – subconsciously, you knew he’d stay with you, since he always did at the first sign of illness from you.
“they’ll deal without me just fine, amore,” he said firmly, but with a hint of softness in his voice, as if a single harsh word could shatter your fragile form. “now, stay here, i’ll be right back.”
he placed a kiss on your forehead and stood up, walking out of the bedroom. pretty soon, he was back at your side, with a steaming hot mug of ginger tea, a pot of honey and some medicine resting on the nightstand. he lifted the mug to your chapped lips, and you obediently sipped, feeling just a tiny bit better as the warmth started spreading through your chest and stomach.
“i have some chicken soup going downstairs,” theo said, carefully feeding you tea with one hand and holding your chin with the other.
“chicken soup?” you chuckled, but the sound got cut off by a wet cough, making some of the tea splatter onto theo’s face. he closed his eyes, fighting back a smile, and wiped the droplets away. “how does it feel, making commoner food for once?”
“delightful,” he muttered, secretly glad that you were still strong enough to tease him. “don’t worry, i have a chef’s specialty in mind for dinner.”
“i probably won’t even taste it.” you sniffled, taking another small sip of tea. “my tastebuds went bye-bye.”
“did they? well, amore, then i’ll have to work extra hard to bring them back, won’t i?”
you sighed and nodded, knowing that theo would take the challenge seriously. but you didn’t mind – it was endearing in a way, watching your usually calm and collected fiancé fuss over you like a mother hen. you finished the tea, a couple spoonfuls of honey, and then took the medicine theo brought you. as he stood up, ready to head to the kitchen to check on the soup, you looked up at him, pouting.
“chef’s special cuddles?” you whined, suddenly unwilling to let him go, even it was just to the kitchen.
theo couldn’t help a small chuckle, taken by the way your bottom lip jutted out in this adorable pout. “chef’s special chicken soup first, amore. and then, you’ll get all the cuddles in the world.”
chef!theo – a young up and coming chef who has just opened his own italian restaurant. very passionate about culinary, spends nights in front of the stove perfecting his dishes. not only does he ace his chef duties, he also loves working in his own kitchen as a simple cook, to really get into the process. criticizes harshly but calmly, in a stoic manner that makes you even more ashamed of yourself for messing up.
꒰ chef!theo works ꒱
001. breeding kink w/ chef!theo (the birth of venus)
002. chef!theo takes care of you while you’re sick
“this is a tricky one, isn’t it?” theo asks in return, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. his fingers drum against each other as he thinks, his expression maybe a bit too serious for a simple question about food.
“you know… i’ve been to michelin-starred restaurants, i own one; tasted the best meals a human could prepare. but my nonna’s papardelle alla bolognese is still my favourite. is that a cliché thing for an italian to say?”
theo smiles; it’s one of those rare, genuine and soft smiles that always appear on his face whenever he gets nostalgic. “i’ll make it for you tonight,” he adds. “won’t be as delicious as my nonna’s, though.”
kira!!! i was thinking about chef theo today ☺️ i simply love that au ~ how do you think he would react if you were cooking with him and hurt yourself (like got a little burn or nicked yourself with a knife?) i feel like he’d be allll over you like 🥺🥺🥺
vee !! i’m so happy to hear you’re loving chef!theo, because trust me – i am too <3 as for the question…
he’d be sooo worried; not in a cutesy fussy way, but in a genuine and concerned one. would shake his head, tutting as he does all the appropriate first-aid. “amore, this is exactly why i don’t let you cook. see? you hurt yourself, and i hate that.” would kiss it better afterwards and insist you sit pretty on the kitchen counter while he finishes the rest of the cooking. every time you bring up cooking after this incident, he reminds you about it. yes, he’s stoic and calm, but he’s also a little petty when it comes to the matter of you hurting yourself.
