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Hiii! Just wanted to say that I absolutely love your fics! I was wondering if I could make a request for a Catherine Zeta-Jones fic. Theo, her character from The Haunting x reader. Idk if you’ve watched it but there’s some serious tension between Theo and the main character (who is a woman!). Maybe reader could be the main character and have Theo flirting with her and teasing her up until one night, Theo knocks on reader’s door under the guise of talking and then lord knows what happens next ;).
𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 (Theodora x Fem Reader)
theodora x fem reader | oneshot
smut warnings: fingering, oral, 69, face sitting, power dynamics, desperation
for anon :) thank you so much for reading my fics!
smut, porn without plot, oneshot
word count: 2.2k
Hill House never sleeps. Its whispers follow you down every hallway, its shadows linger at your door. But when Theo comes knocking in the middle of the night, the house isn't the only thing that keeps you awake.
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𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌
The halls of Hill House are never truly quiet. Even when the others have retreated for the night, even when the candles have burned low and the air grows thick with dust and cold, you can hear it. The soft groans in the wood. The rustle of something moving just out of sight. Whispers that brush your ear, though no one stands close enough to speak.
You shut your door and lean against it, pressing the lock with a shaky breath. Sleep feels impossible, but staying awake feels worse. You can’t shake the sense of being watched.
And then, three soft knocks.
Your heart leaps. For one foolish second, you think the house has learned how to knock. But when you open the door, Theo stands there, robe wrapped loosely around her, dark hair spilling over her shoulders like shadows.
“Thought you could use company,” she says, and it isn’t really a question. She slips past you without waiting for an answer, the scent of her perfume replacing the stale air of the room.
She doesn’t sit in the chair. She sits on your bed, of course. Crossed legs, one hand resting behind her like she’s posing for a portrait. Her gaze lingers on you far too long.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The corners of her mouth curve up, amused.
“Maybe I have,” you whisper.
Theo tilts her head, eyes glinting in the dim light. “Is it the house that’s scaring you, or something else?”
Her words hang heavy, like she’s baiting you. Like she knows exactly what answer she wants.
When you don’t respond, she pushes off the bed, closing the distance until she’s standing inches away. Her fingers trail over your arm, slow and deliberate, before slipping down to catch your hand.
“You’re trembling.” Her voice lowers. “Is it fear… or is it me?”
Your breath catches. You should step back. You should say something. Instead you stand frozen, her touch branding heat against your skin.
Theo smiles, soft and knowing, and leans closer. She’s so close you feel her breath ghost across your lips. “You’re letting the house get into your head. Or maybe…” Her nose brushes yours. “...I’m the one getting under your skin.”
The last sliver of space disappears when she kisses you. It's confident, unhurried, like she’s been waiting all along. Her mouth moves against yours with teasing precision, every brush calculated, every pause designed to make you ache for more.
When she finally pulls back, you’re breathless, dazed. She studies you with the kind of satisfaction that makes you shiver.
“Relax,” she murmurs, thumb stroking your cheek. “We’ll keep each other awake. Let the house whisper all it wants.”
Outside, the walls creak. Somewhere down the hall, a door slams. But Theo doesn’t flinch, and with her so close, neither do you.
You taste her smirk against your lips as Theo deepens the kiss, pulling you in with a hand curled around the back of your neck.
She kisses like she already knows the ending, like she’s letting you catch up at your own pace. When you try to take more, she denies it, pulling back just enough to make you chase her mouth. “Hungry little thing,” she whispers, her voice husky, satisfied. “I knew you’d let me in.”
Her fingers trail down your throat, pressing lightly, feeling the pulse race beneath your skin. She guides you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed, and then she pushes. Gentle but firm, so you sit where she wants you. She follows, sliding onto your lap with liquid ease, robe falling open just enough to reveal silk and skin.
Her thumb grazes your lower lip before she slips it inside your mouth, daring you to take it. When you do, she watches you like a cat watching a caught bird, her pupils blown wide, her smile wicked.
“That’s it,” she purrs. “Do as I say.”
The robe slides from her shoulders, pooling on the floor. She straddles you fully now, pressing heat against you through too many layers of clothing. Every grind of her hips makes you gasp, makes the house creak louder, as if it’s leaning closer to listen.
Theo dips down to kiss your jaw, your throat, biting just enough to sting before soothing the mark with her tongue. Her hands roam, one slipping under your shirt, nails dragging lightly across your stomach, the other sliding between your thighs. She chuckles when she feels the way you react.
“Already,” she murmurs against your skin. “So sensitive. I could ruin you before the night’s over.”
When you try to speak, she hushes you with a kiss, then whispers, “No thinking. Just feel.”
She makes you lean back, spreading you across the mattress like she owns you. Her hand works you open with deliberate slowness, circling and stroking until you’re whimpering for more. And still she teases, pulling back when you arch, denying you when you beg, her lips and teeth marking their way down your chest, her hair spilling across your skin like silk.
When she finally gives in, it’s not mercy. It’s dominance. Her hand slides into your underwear, fingers parting you with slick ease. She groans low in her throat when she feels how wet you are, dragging the sound out as though savouring it. Her thumb circles your clit, slow and taunting, while two fingers press inside you, curling deep until your back arches off the mattress.
“God, you’re wet,” she whispers against your throat, biting down hard enough to mark you cry out. She thrusts into you with a steady, unrelenting rhythm, her palm grinding against your clit with every movement. Each time you gasp, she smirks against your skin, kissing lower, licking over the swell of your breast before taking your nipple between her teeth.
You writhe under her, chasing more, needing faster, but Theo controlled the pace exactly to her liking. She holds you down with one hand on your hip, fingers working you open with maddening precision. “So greedy,” she breathes, lips brushing your ear. “You’ll cum when I say you can.”
Your protest breaks into a moan as she quickens her pace, fingers pulsing harder, thumb rolling over your clit until you’re shaking. The house groans with the rhythm of the bed, the air thick with gasps. All you can do is clutch at her shoulders, begging. Theo pushes you right to the edge, holding you there until tears prick your eyes. Then, finally, she growls, “Now. Let go for me.”
The orgasm crashes through you, violent and overwhelming. Your cries echo through the room. Theo doesn’t stop; she fucks you through it, savouring the way your body clenches around her fingers, the way you convulse beneath her. When you try to pull away from the overstimulation, she only laughs softly, leaning down to kiss you rough and deep.
She withdraws her hand only to slide lower, settling between your thighs. She licks into you without hesitation, tongue flattening against your clit, lapping up every drop of your release like it belongs to her. Her nails dig into your thighs, holding you open as she devours you with obscene sounds, moaning against your cunt as though drunk on the taste. When your body jerks with another climax, she doesn’t relent, she sucks harder, tongue fucking you until you’re screaming her name into the shadows of Hill House.
When you collapse against the sheets, ruined and trembling, Theo finally lifts her head. Her mouth glistens, her chin wet, eyes dark with satisfaction. She crawls up your body, kisses you so you can taste yourself on her lips, and whispers against your mouth, “You’re mine tonight. And you’re not sleeping until I’ve had you again.”
Theo doesn’t give you time to recover. Her fingers are on you again, sliding through the wetness she’s just pulled from your body, plunging back in with ruthless intent. You gasp, thighs quivering, nails scraping down her arms as she drives into you with no preamble.
“You thought I was finished?” she laughs against your neck, curling her fingers deep inside you. “Not even close. You’re going to keep coming until you can’t beg anymore.”
Her pace is brutal, her thumb grinding circles into your clit until your hips lift helplessly off the mattress. You’re whimpering, incoherent, and she eats every sound like it’s a prize. But somewhere in the haze of overstimulation, you reach down. Your hand slips between her thighs, under the edge of her silk shorts, and you find her just as wet, just as wanting.
Theo freezes for half a second, surprise flashing in her eyes. Her smirk returned, sharper than ever. “Oh, you want to play, do you?”
You don’t answer. You press two fingers inside her, the slick heat of her walls clenching around you instantly. She exhales shakily, her head tipping back, but her hand never stops working on you.
The two of you fall into a rhythm, fingers thrusting, hips rocking, moans tangling together. But when you slide down the bed suddenly, replacing your hand with your mouth, Theo lets out a sharp cry she can’t control. You settled between her thighs, under her with your tongue circling her clit, fingers filling her with the same relentless tempo she used on you.
“Fuck–” Her voice breaks, her usual control slipping as she fists the sheets, grinding into your mouth. “You little–God, don’t stop–”
Theo bends over you in return, pressing her face back between your legs, and suddenly you’re both devouring each other, lost in the slick heat and sounds of it. Her tongue flicks mercilessly against your clit as yours drags over hers, the two of you locked in a desperate, filthy 69 that makes the whole bed shake.
She’s the first to unravel. You feel it in the way her thighs tremble, in the way she gasps your name against your cunt, in the broken cry that tears out of her when she comes undone on your mouth. She tries to keep going on you, but she’s shaking too hard; her control finally shattered.
You take advantage, pushing her onto her back and climbing up, straddling her face. Theo barely has time to catch her breath before you’re riding her, grinding down against her mouth, chasing your own release. She grabs your hips, holding you there, tongue plunging deep as you rock against her.
It’s too much. The sight of her ruined beneath you, the feel of her mouth worshipping every part of you. You cry out her name as your orgasm hits, thighs clenching around her head, grinding until you’re spilling against her tongue and collapsing forward, chest heaving.
Theo doesn’t let you move until she’s licked you clean, slow and possessive, before she finally lets you slide down beside her.
She’s panting, hair wild, lips swollen. Her grin is wicked even in exhaustion. “Looks like you’ve got some bite after all,” she murmurs, pulling you against her chest. “But don’t get cocky. Next time, you won’t win.”
Theo doesn’t stay still for long. Even with both of you spent and slick with sweat, she’s pulling you back into her, lips claiming yours in a kiss that’s hungry and messy. It’s different this time. Less calculated, less teasing. There’s no game in it now, only need. She moans into your mouth, fingers tangling in your hair as though she can drag you closer, closer, never close enough.
You roll with her, your mouths never breaking, until you’re both pressed chest to chest, legs tangled. She pushes her thigh between yours, grinding against you as you rock into each other, the friction unbearable. Her kisses grow frantic as she bites, sucks, tangling her tongue with yours like she’s trying to consume you whole.
“God–” she gasps against your lips, her usual cool veneer completely gone. “I need you. I need you now.”
Her hand slips between your legs again, fingers thrusting deep with no patience for buildup this time. She kisses you through every thrust, swallowing your cries into her mouth. You return the favour, reaching down between her thighs, circling her clit before sliding into her. She breaks the kiss with a ragged moan, head falling against your shoulder as she bucks against your hand.
The rhythm is chaotic, frantic. Both of you fuck each other with desperate hands, kissing between gasps and cries. Theo’s teeth sink into your lower lip, her tongue chasing the sting away, and the sound she makes when your fingers curl inside her is wrecked, high-pitched, vulnerable.
You’re both shaking, thrusting harder, kissing messier, until she finally breaks. Her climax tears through her, body convulsing as she sobs into your mouth. The feel of her tightening around your fingers, the sight of her undone beneath you, drags you with her. You come apart at the same time, clutching her face as you kiss her through it, sharing every gasp, every tremor, every broken moan.
When it’s over, you collapse together, sweaty and trembling, still kissing slow and sloppy, like neither of you can bear to stop. She strokes your cheek with trembling fingers, presses one last kiss to your lips, softer now, and murmurs, almost like a confession.
“Let me stay tonight. Don’t let me go.”
And for the first time since you entered Hill House, the whispers fade into silence.
if i had a nickel for every time mckenna grace played an dark haired autistic lesbian with a connection to something supernatural, id have two nickels! which isn’t a lot but its weird that it happened twice-
