Tweaking Out I Love Hot Nerds

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

I do believe Theodore Nott is all about making love. No matter how good he is in bed, the sex will never compare to being made love to by him. Be it during the summer holidays in Italy, the balcony doors of the little flat opened wide, the sounds of the hustling street coming from the outside, maybe, the street musicians playing some cliché italian songs to the passing tourists. The warm evening breeze carrying the smell of the nearby restaurant, air thick and humid. Your bodies tangled together in an unmade bed, white sheets and all. Theo’s slow, deep and sensual. Sharing breaths and kisses, whispering sweet nothings. Hair messy and dump, tanned skin to tanned skin, hands on each other. He’s not rushing, he’s savoring every second, making love to you for hours and hours, with eventual smoking breaks. Him, bending over the balcony railing, breathing the smoke out, watching the already starry sky. He’d turn around then after a couple of minutes to find you naked in the bed enjoying some peaches or nectarines. “Dio, non svegliarmi, there’s a nymph in my bed”. Then, I believe, you’d both giggle and go back to loving.

i’m literally just in my room bein sexy n insane

​if he’s not like this I don’t want him

Need him in the ways that are concerning to feminism

my dearest schneider </3 love you 4ever

nothing dry abt the way i hump

pleeeeessssee could we get some more of theo nott x russian girl ? they have so much potential!! 💕

Thank you for askingggg, I love them! I have this cute little blurb in my head, but y’all are so welcome to send me your ideas 🫦

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The best thing about winter holidays is probably spending them together in her huge mansion-ish countryhouse. As any Russian with self-respect she has sauna in her house and it’s safe to say that the boys spend an unhealthy amount of time there. Towels hanging low on their thighs, sweat dripping off their lean bodies - the image is straight out of heaven (or hell if you will).

It’s a routine, you see, first, they have to sit in the sauna for at least 20 minutes, second, they run out to skinny dip into an ice-hole. And they’ve gotta do at least three reps of that. She’s taught Theo well and now he’s the one beating the living shit out Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise and Draco with a wet birch sauna whisk and throwing snowballs at their bare shivering bodies.

While they goof around, she’s in the kitchen with Pans. George Michael’s vinyl overlaps with boys’ distant cries. Pansy blubbering about her new hairdresser. The russian is wearing her apron and making baked quince for a dessert. Honey drips off the fruit and the smell of cinnamon and cloves fills the house. It’s something Theo came to absolutely love, especially kissing after it, your lips tasting so sweet, it’s like a drug.

This time the boys finished just as she was sprinkling cinnamon on top of the baked quince halves. Large hands locking her from the back, Theo’s chin on top of her shoulder. “Il tuo ragazzo cazzuto ha appena preso a calci nel sedere questi ragazzi nella sauna. You proud of me, doll?” (Your badass boyfriend just kicked these guys’ asses in the sauna)

She only smiles and humms in response, too concentrated on the task in front of her. Suddenly his sly hand is making its way to the honey and she is fast to slap it away. “Don’t you dare.” He’s chuckling and faking a pout: “Fine, fine…..my girlfriend is so feisty and evil. Hot.”