KINKTOBER, DAY THREE — CHASING + SWEAT.
⤷ CONTENT: chasing, sweat, manipulation, dubcon, stalked!reader. minors do not interact.
⤷ AUTHOR'S NOTE: we have a character.ai bot for this scenario; you can find it here! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it. xx
⤷ SYNOPSIS: you finally figure out who is the person who has been terrifying you.
the halloween soirée in the great hall was in full swing, the air pulsing with deviltry. you and theo had been dancing and drinking all night, your laughter mingling with the sound of your footsteps on the stone floor. you couldn’t help but notice how the sharp lines of his darth vader costume suited him too well—the polished black, the technological gleam... tt was complex, heavy, and it looked suffocating. but theo didn't complain.
never when you were around.
why would he? he spent his days creating moments for you to see him—not just see, but be with him. every smile, every shared glance contributed diligently to his consuming goal. he wouldn’t waste precious moments with you on something as useless as discomfort. it was something you, unconscious about everything, appreciated about him. even though hogwarts whispers his name with equal awe and annoyance, labeling him as the grumpiest prick, he was never that way when he was with you. that softness was yours, and yours alone.
theo knew—oh, he knew—that his efforts were paying off—slowly but surely. the anonymous messages from the disposable phone he’d bought just to torment you were getting more aggressive and vulgar with each passing day, messages that felt damn corrosive, and you were growing more frightened by the hour. and the result? you’d fled to his arms, eyes gleaming with tears that made your face look heartbreakingly beautiful, ethereal, otherworldly. and theo, being the caring guy he is, is always there to comfort you with sweet italian songs that his mom taught him and with gentle words that never failed to make you feel safe—to be the safe harbor he’d constructed himself to be.
and little by little, you leaned toward him, like ivy covering stone.
you shared the small, quiet pieces of your day, asked for pieces of his. you started sitting beside him in class. once, you even caught theo in the act of shoving mattheo—his class partner and best friend since first year—out of the seat, while riddle watched with an unimpressed scowl. theo made space for you, and you, foolishly, mistook it for devotion. so naïve, theo thought, watching you try to suppress your smile. so painfully beautiful.
he had wanted to ask you to go to the halloween party with him, but he decided that would be rushing the rythm of things. instead, he appeared there as though by chance, and when he saw you, you glowed under the ceiling filled with pumpkin chandeliers. enchanting, as always. as if all of his devoted efforts had crystallized into this single, perfect moment.
midway through the night, theodore slipped away to get more punch—the vivid red color of the drink reminded him of the globule of blood he'd once seen when you nicked your finger on a piece of paper. he remembered the way it glistened—some images were like a picture burned into the retina. and that’s when decay set in.
from across the room, he noticed you were distracted and unguarded, so he reached into the inner pocket of his costume cape and pulled out the hidden disposable phone. discreetly, he sent you a message. you should’ve dressed like a damn nun, princess. you’re showing too much, and I don’t like it.
the chill that passed over your face was immediate. you received the message with horror, just like all the others—so many that you could collect them. he’s here, you thought, looking around. your eyes landed on theo, only a few steps away, but he was busy filling cups, darth vader incarnate.
your attention was torn away again as your phone vibrated once more. don’t bother looking. you won’t find me, the threatening message read.
but this time, you were faster, and intuition whispered louder. your eyes flicked to theo—not because you suspected him, but because you were seeking help and protection—but you caught sight of him subtly tucking a phone away. too smoothly. Too carefully. no, you told yourself. he’s probably just texting someone. that can't be right.
but something in your gut screamed otherwise. your mother's voice, somewhere in your mind, reminded you: trust your intuition.
you sent him a single test message. the truth hit you like a train on a track.
theo immediately pulled out the phone again, fingers flying as he typed. a new message landed on your screen at the exact same time you saw him send it. you stood there, watching as he typed another one, and your phone pinged again. theo.
the person who had wiped your tears, held you close, whispered safety into your hair. the boy who had made himself your god was, in truth, your devil. your sudden closeness had been odd, yes, but you’d been too blind to suspect anything more sinister—but now, it all made sense. every anonymous gift, every message, every letter. it all clicked.
and when theo started walking towards you, punch cups balanced in his gloved hands, you backed away. your vision was blurry with tears, but your feet knew the way through the castle from habit.
theo followed, confused. had he done something wrong? had someone hurt you? you’d been fine until he left for punch. what had happened? “hey,” he called, placing the cups on a passing waiter’s tray. “hey!” he called again when you didn’t turn around, confusion engraved across his features. tears streamed freely down your face as your steps quickened, his voice reverberating against the ancient walls. but you didn’t look back. you couldn’t.
“bambina!” he shouted after you, the familiar italian endearment cutting through your heart like a knife. theo broke into a jog, his long legs making it easy to catch up. he reached you, grabbing your arm.“bambina, what—”
“don’t touch me, theodore.” you spun abruptly, your makeup streaked with tears, mascara streaked like war paint. when he tried to wipe your tears, you slapped his hand away. “i said don’t touch me, for fuck’s sake.”
his gray eyes widened in genuine confusion. you had never refused him—on the contrary. what had he done? “i don’t understand,” he said, his hand dropping to his side. he genuinely looked upset and bewildered.
“you don’t understand? you don’t understand?” you laughed bitterly, shaking your head as tears poured down your face like a fucking waterfall. you unlocked your phone and shoved the glowing message in his face. “does this ring any bells?”
theodore froze. no. how had you found out? today of all days? he’d been careful. there was no way. unless mattheo had told you—but he would never, and he wasn’t even here. the odds were minimal.
for a heartbeat, something cold and calculating flickered behind his eyes, but theo wore his poker face like second skin. he schooled his features into wounded innocence, his physiognomy wearing an expression of hurt disbelief. “what are you saying, princess?” his voice was soft, the italian accent laced with manipulation. “you can't honestly think i—"
“shut up!” you hissed, your voice trembling with betrayal. theo—the sweet theo who always showed you a different side of himself—was trying to manipulate you right to your face. “just shut up. enough. enough, theodore. i know it’s you. i know you’re the one sending the messages. i know you’re the one sneaking tulips into my room at night while i sleep. i know you’re the one following me every day, scaring me every hour.” you shook your head, incredulous. “and the worst part? i never suspected a thing.” you laughed bitterly. “not once did i question why you were conveniently always there when i needed you most. not once did i wonder how you suddenly knew every single thing i liked and hated. not once…”
“amore, calma,” he tried to coo soft Italian words, tried to place gentle hands on your trembling shoulders, but you were beyond convincing.
“i told you not to touch me.” you slapped his hand away again. “i’ll say this once, nott. i don’t want you near me anymore. i don’t want you to say my name. i don’t even want you to look at me again. you disgust me. you scare me. and you’re going to forget i ever spoke to you and pretend you don’t know me.” you looked him up and down one last time before striding away. “psychopath,” you muttered, turning your back on him for good.
something in him cracked. not theo. not teddy, the name you’d teasingly used to make him roll his eyes—though he never really minded; he liked seeing your smug little smile.
nott. cold. distant. final.
theo’s expression finally slipped, the act of hurt and sadness crumbling, the practiced facade shattering to reveal something sharp and dangerous underneath. this wouldn’t be the end. you didn’t control this relationship. and if you thought you did, he’d crush that illusion without mercy. “that’s not how it works,” he said behind you, his voice now devoid of emotion, laced only with certainty. no remorse. “i’m not the monster you think i am. i didn’t do this to frighten you.” he lied. you didn’t answer, knowing it would be pointless. you just kept moving, faster and faster. theo didn’t stop either, his long strides nearly catching up, though he maintained just enough distance to give you the illusion of control. “stop, ragazza,” he called. “let’s talk.”
but you didn’t want to talk. “stay away from me,” you said, speeding up. but when you still heard his boots behind you, you knew theo wouldn’t give up. a red alarm bell went off in your mind, and you knew what you had to do. your quick steps turned into a subtle run, but he didn’t back off. soon, you were sprinting in earnest, the threat hanging over you like a cloud of acid rain. theo watched you run, his jaw clenched. you had no chance. he’d catch you, and when he did… there would be no going back.
when you finally bolted, something like amusement flashed across his face. a game. tag. like the ones he used to play in zabini manor’s gardens. this time, there would be no safe zone. no laughter.
with quick movements, he shrugged off the vader cape that would hinder his speed, snapped the elastic holding the lightsaber to his leg, and let the mask drop carelessly to the floor. your head start lasted about ten seconds.
then it was over. he was after you.
somewhere along the way, you had kicked off your heels—a fatal mistake. with that, theo knew exactly which path you’d taken.
you fled through endless corridors, your lungs burning, your bare feet slapping against the cold floor. spells ricocheted uselessly behind you, a futile way of trying to protect yourself. theo moved like a predator—measured, unhurried. he didn’t need speed. he needed inevitability. while you were sprinting at full speed, theo was running comfortably. you were quick—he’d give you that—but one of his father’s tortures had been running drills, and… you didn’t stand a chance against him, even in your wildest dreams.
your lungs burned as you cut a path out of the castle and into the forbidden forest. there was no time to think. you knew it was reckless and dangerous—creatures grew more violent at night, and midnight was approaching. the chances of running into rabid werewolves on october 31st were high. but the monster chasing you was far more dangerous.
better the wolves than theodore.
you slowed down, moving carefully now. you were barefoot, after all—you could step on a sharp branch, or worse, get an infection. your breathing was erratic, and your blood pressure felt like it was crashing after the long sprint. branches tore at your skin. your breath came in gasps.
somewhere behind you, his voice coiled through the darkness. “amore,” his voice called out, the italian accent echoing through the trees. “come out. don’t waste our time, sweetheart.”
terror turned your blood to ice at the sound of his voice growing closer. you had no choice but to hide behind the bark of a tree, your heart hammering. you couldn’t run anymore—your feet hurt, your breathing was shallow, and you felt like you might faint.
the soft sound of your steps alerted theodore. they were almost inaudible, but he’d trained himself to hear you perfectly—like a damn hunting dog. some spells had enhanced his hearing, making it easy to track you; how could you think he’d done all this for any reason other than love?
god, he loved you so much.
he followed the sound, and it didn’t take him long to find you hidden behind a tree trunk, breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut in fear. smiling to himself, satisfied that he’d found you, theo appeared like a shadow slipping from another shadow, smile curving his mouth as though he were savoring this. his hand shot out, catching your arm, and in an instant you collided with his chest.
your scream shattered the forest’s silence.
"shhh," he whispered, his voice a velvet whisper as he pressed your trembling form against his chest, the long, dark sleeves of his black shirt curling around you. "no need to scream, darling. it's just me. hush now," he soothed, as though the shadowed heart of the forbidden forest hadn't just witnessed his relentless pursuit. he's a viper, you thought, "your fight... it turns me on, you know."
to say you were scared was an understatement. hours ago, being cradled in theodore's arms like this would have felt like a dream. now, it was a nightmare, and all you felt was fear and horror. the person responsible for haunting you for weeks was the same you'd once dared to love. the only one you’d ever had feelings for. the only one you’d imagined a future with. "let me go," you begged, your voice trembling and frayed with dread. "please."
he laughed, that same husky, throaty hymn you’d heard countless times. "no," he countered, stroking your hair in a way that mocked the horror of his actions. "but you’ll beg again later, amore. i guarantee it."
you sobbed louder, a shrill outcry in the silence. theodore kept woving his hand through your hair, murmuring, it’ll be alrights and i’m here for yous, the same words he’d uttered when you’d fled to him, your heart heavy with fear from the maniac stalking you. how many times had he held you like this, a refuge of warmth and safety?
now, you felt anything but that. that warmth was ash. the safety, a lie.
he pulled back, just enough for you to look at him, your eyes glistening with tears under the full moon, a constellation of disappointment and fright. you were too perfect, damnably so, and now he no longer had to to hide in the shadows.
"i didn’t do this to upset or hurt you," he whispered, wiping your tears with his large fingers, comfort mingled with danger. "i just wanted you to feel seen, bambina. i wanted you to see that we’re made for each other." you shook your head, sobs escaping your throat. this was just unbelievable. "i read your diary," he continued, his voice a dark melody. "your dreams of a wedding, of two kittens... your desire to love and be loved—i'll give you all of it. every desire, it'll be yours." his words twisted, relentless. "it’s not my fault i had to use less-than-pleasant methods to win you over. you’ve always been harder to get than the others."
jesus, he was a unhinged. He didn’t seem to hear himself.
but theodore heard himself—perfectly, in fact. he sounded quite reasonable in his mind, actually. the plan was flawless, and you’d soon see it too. "i promise, bella, i’ll pluck the moon from the sky if you want to." he kissed your forehead, dampened with sweat.
fuck. your sweat, a fluid so pure and uniquely yours... holy hell. he groaned from deep in his throat and dragged his wet tongue up to your temple, where the sweat had pooled, tasting the salt of your fear. he groaned again. "you’re exquisite, darling," he said against your skin, savoring you. "i think we’ll have to play tag more often if it means I can taste you like this again."
he was curious about how your body worked—every pulse and secret. that’s why he paid such close attention when he saw your crimson bead of blood after you cut your finger on the paper. he wanted to taste your blood, your sweat, your tears, and every essence he could. he wanted to see you from the inside out, wanted to make a damn unholy blood pact so you’d never be apart. he wanted to bind your soul to his, and every time you tried to escape, he’d pull you back to where you belong.
you, on the other hand, were petrified, horror rooting your feet in place, but... for some reason, you didn’t pull away. your limbs lost all fight and will to escape, and as theodore’s tongue traced your sweat, you felt sick realizing you were enjoying it. that you didn’t want him to stop. what was wrong with you?
theodore, always attuned to your every emotion, sensed his dominion. not that he didn’t already know, of course, but he’d always imagined how you’d react when he finally touched you—and you’d already exceeded his expectations. you’d always been a prodigy. "that’s it, beautiful. let go," he coaxed, nibbling your earlobe gently. "surrender to it. surrender to me, to these feelings, to the pull between us. i won’t hurt you. i just want you to feel alive."
among all the lies he’d told you, this wasn’t one of them. theodore only craved your joy when around him. he’d ensure your pleasure was intense, although he didn’t see you merely as a sex doll—he wanted you to be his equal, his beloved, his heart. he'd do anything, cross any line, to make you love him. some called it madness. he called it devotion. love.
his nose grazed yours, anticipation flooding his body. theodore decided there was no point in waiting any longer, and closed the distance between you, claiming your lips. you stiffened, your body rigid, the same red alert from before flashing in your brain, screaming, run! he’s vulnerable, grab your wand and cast a spell, run, run, run! but you didn’t. perhaps you were as sick as he was. maybe you were as weak as he thought. perhaps you were just in love, because you closed your eyes and kissed him back.
he wasn’t rough when his tongue invaded your mouth. he took his time in the tight space, exploring and savoring every corner with deliberate care, mapping your soul. you tasted like punch and… something singular. something distinctly you. if you had any chance of escaping his grip, it vanished, because he tightened his arms around you and deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up to your hair and pulling, drawing a exquisite little squeal from you. merlin's beard, it was better than he dreamed.
theodore trailed his tongue from your lips to your cheek, your temple and forehead, chasing every drop of sweat he'd missed. an utterly erotic and primal sound, one unfamiliar to you, tore from his throat, and he murmured something unintelligible. maybe you didn’t understand because you were lost in the sensations. perhaps they were never meant to be understood.
theodore guided you to a towering tree, its roots cushioned by soft grass, and laid you upon the earth. there, his gentleness seemed to fade. he tore your costume and underwear with his hands, leaving you naked and ruined, tossing the scraps somewhere far off. more than ever, his control was absolute. something feral awoke in theodore the moment he saw you naked, your nipples hard and your pussy visibly glistening with need. he leaned down and bit the flesh of your breast, his aligned teeth now marking your sculpted skin. your scream was a song, and theo smiled, satisfied.
he turned you onto your stomach, careful not to bruise you, even though he felt like a fucking primal. theodore slapped your ass, his smile widening as you shuddered and screamed again. "you see? no use hiding—you’re as warped as i am. you love being treated like a little slut, don’t you?" he smacked your other cheek, your skin already blooming red. "i know you do. you complete me. i complete you. and no one will ever treat you like this. no one will ever make you this alive."
he continued spanking your ass as if it had wronged him, and damn, you found yourself craving it. he kept berating you over and over, each one a spark, and you screamed, tears of pleasure streaming from your eyes, too sharp to contain. but no slap could have prepared you for when he entered you.
theodore was vast, and he wasn’t gentle—he took you without mercy. he’d feel remorse later and apologize, but now, all he could focus on was how tight you were and how perfectly you fit around him, drawing him deeper. a high-pitched scream tore from you, a deep groan from him, as he began moving where your bodies met. his clothed form against your nakedness was a stark reminder—you were his.
he leaned down, kissing the curve of your spine, pulling your hair. droplets of sweat slid down your skin—no longer from the chase, but from ecstasy—and theodore drank every one of them. these, he thought, tasted even better. "bellissima," he praised. his thrusts were unrelenting against your pussy, erotics sounds echoing through the forbidden forest with your raw union. "no one loves you as much as I do, bambina. no one ever will," he whimpered. "you can hate me. you can curse me when this is over. you can wish me death, but none of that matters, because i’ll always be there." he gives you another hard smack. "i know you. i know every step you take, every conversation you have, every heartbeat. i know everything. to me, you’re an open book, and no hatred can shield you from me," he said between your shared moans, his movements unyielding. "you’re mine. only mine. always mine."
the stars and moon bore witness as he drove you to your peak, leaving you weak, limp and spent, but theodore didn’t stop. instead, he straightened up, his hand returning to your ass with sharper slaps. he nearly came when he heard your scream, your cries his undoing, but he clung to control. in a fleeting haze of thoughts, he thanked all the easy whores he’d fucked before, because they earned him control of his body. now that he finally had you, he wouldn’t risk coming as fast as a virgin and could give you the ecstasy you deserved.
he parted your ass cheeks, exposing your untouched, perfect hollow. theodore’s thumb grazed it with reverence, and your back arched at the new sensation. theodore smiled wider, continuing to caress it but not attempting to penetrate with his finger.
he parted your ass cheeks, exposing your untouched, perfect hollow. theodore’s thumb grazed it with reverence, and your back arched at the new sensation. theodore smiled wider, continuing to caress it but not attempting to penetrate with his finger—he knew that hole was virgin, and he knew you weren’t ready for that yet—so he settled for caresses, while his thrusts contrasted brutally inside you. "one day, i’ll claim this one too. i’ll fill you until you pass out. and i can’t wait to have what’s mine." he vowed.
his words ignited you further, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing you and blinding you with stars. you came, your legs quacking violently and your fingers clawing at the earth with slight cramps. your eyes rolled back, your screams grew louder, and you let fully go. seeing you surrender completely to him, theodore pulled out of your pussy and spilled all over your ass, groaning as loudly as you. he wanted to last longer. wanted to keep telling you what he’d do to you, but he was still human. he couldn’t hold back any longer when he saw how intensely you came. your climax—shattering, divine—broke him.
the thick, viscous warmth on your ass nearly made him hard again, but he restrained himself. later, he promised himself silently. "if you don’t want to walk to your dorm bare, you’ll have to sleep with me tonight, bella," he smiled wickedly, leaning over you again, meeting your wide, horrified eyes—the terror settling in once more. "but don’t worry," he whispered, brushing a kiss to your lips. "i’ll lend you my shirt while we walk to my dorm. and i won’t let anyone see what i did to you."
ah. there was no point in resisting, and you honestly didn’t have the strength to—you were utterly ruined. the prospect of walking naked through the castle was mortifying, and so was spending the night with him.
but the truth was starting to sink into your mind: with theodore, choice was an illusion. he was the master of this entire game.
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