willow ♱

summary: theo's pet has been rather well-behaved lately, and he decides a reward is needed.

contents: pet play (the usual), oral, penetrative sex, praise and degradation

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Despite all of Theo's kinks and fantasies and turn-ons, there was nothing quite like seeing his pet obey him so perfectly.

Theo was a simple man to please- something you were not so quick to pick up on when you first grew close. With his affinity for such majestical things, the need to perform for him was quite strong.

It wasn't until the first time Theo had seen you in your pet get-up, simply lying on the bed and reading a book and the subsequent deep mating press you found yourself in moments later, that you had this epiphany.

Ever since, when you wanted that sort of attention from him, you made it clear in the most mundane ways- stretching just enough to show a sliver of skin, wearing something of his during the day, even reaching for something in the pantry. All it took was a sliver of skin from you in a way that was just too direct to miss, and Theo was all over you.

That's not to say he wasn't in control- because he absolutely was. He was just dirty-minded, plain and simple.

You used this to your advantage this particular evening when Theo had asked you to grab a particular pan that happened to be in a position where you'd need to bend to reach it. Once you obeyed, it was safe to say Theo was enjoying the view. He suddenly found himself with a deep hunger that no amount of dinner could satisfy.

"Thank you, angel," He murmured, his tone genuine as you placed the pan atop the stove. But the moment you turned to look at him to offer a smile in response to his praise, you realized the look in his eyes did not match the cadence of his prior praise.

Of course, before you could question it, Theo cleared his throat and shifted a bit in his seat, addressing you with the heat in his gaze that never seemed to waver around you.

"While you're down there..." He mused, offering you a knowing grin before taking you by the shoulders and pulling you forwards until your face was level with his clothed crotch. He was hard already, as evident by his print and the way he adjusted himself with one hand, letting out a small sigh of frustration. This friction was simply not enough to satiate him at the moment.

Finishing his earlier statement, albeit in a more breathy tone, Theo orders, "Be a good mutt and play with one of your toys for me."

The implication in his tone was partnered with an affectionate head pat with one hand, while the other moved to unbuckle his belt, sliding it through his pant loops and tossing it on the floor. As unexpected as this turn of events was for you, you already found your lips parting in excitement. Theo chuckled lightly to himself as he watched you move your hips from side-to-side, imitating a tail wagging.

"Eager for me already, pup?" Theo questioned, though you both already knew the answer. A moment later, it became nearly impossible to form words as he slid his pants and briefs down in one smooth go, freeing his already hard, leaky cock. He gave himself a few slow pumps, and right before guiding it to your lips, he gave another order.

"Speak, doggy," He cooed. "Good mutts only get treats when they obey," He reminds you.

With your mind already clouded with lust and Theo's cock so close to your lips, you were not one to protest. You knew what he wanted, and you offered it in the form of a soft, excited "yip"- just like a puppy would.

The puff of air you caused sent a jolt through Theo. The inviting warmth of your mouth was growing increasingly harder to ignore, and with a pleased puff of air himself, Theo praised, "Good doggy... so well-behaved for me."

He wasted no more time after that. He pressed himself more insistently against your lips, and you accommodated him with ease as you parted your lips and took in his tip. Theo groaned in pleasure at the sensation that enveloped him, and he tangled one hand in your hair to let you know he still planned on setting the pace- shattering any illusion you might have that you were in control.

"Fuck- that's it," he breathed. "Good puppy... taking me so well. I love filling all of your pretty little holes."

His words got a whine out of you, and Theo responded in kind with a hum of amusement before guiding your head lower down his length. The action caused his back to bow forwards, and you hollowed out your cheeks to take him more easily. That in itself earned another huff of laughter from Theo.

"God- such a greedy little mutt," He breathed, his cock twitching against your tongue the more frequent your head bobbing became. "I love this mouth. Seeing those pretty lips wrapped around me..."

But as the pleasure began to coil tighter in Theo's abdomen, a clear sign he was approaching an orgasm and quick, he pushed your head back, taking a moment to breathe properly and catch his bearings. You let out a clear whine of displeasure that was not unheard by your owner.

"Aw..." He cooed, cupping your chin in his hand and tilting it so you could meet his gaze. He was met with quite the sight, what with your pupils dilated and glazed over. Drool was pooling from the corner of your mouth, lips parted in a silent plea for more. Theo tutted, although the sight was enough to make him regret pulling you off of his cock so quickly.

"Look at you... all you know how to do is pleasure your owner, huh?" He taunted, taking in the whine you let out as he swiped the mess away from your mouth with far more pleasure than he intended. Words continued to spill from his lips, uncontrollable in a situation like this.

"Not a single thought behind your eyes, and yet you do your job so well..." He mused, enjoying the sight of you like this for one more moment until pulling back and beckoning you upwards with a finger.

"Up, baby," he instructed. "Undress for me. I want to get my fill of you."

You had no problem obeying that demand, much to Theo's pleasure and amusement. He watched as you stood from your previous place between his legs, making quick work of discarding every bit of clothing on the lower half of your body. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he stood up himself, gripping your hips in his hands and turning you around. Your chest pressed up against the kitchen counter, and you could feel his tip dragging obscenely against your now aching hole.

"Poor, achey pup," He cooed, lining himself up more insistently against you. "Just need to be filled up, don't you? Make sure you can't think of anything other than how I make you feel when I do this..."

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, burying himself to the hilt inside you and allowing you a moment to get used to the stretch. Admittedly, it was quite a lot to handle for you out of nowhere, but once Theo felt you relax against him, he let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a soft sound of amusement.

"There you go, puppy. Just turn your brain off and let me make you feel good, alright?" Theo breathed out, already beginning to thrust slowly. The whimpers you let out only seemed to fuel him on, and when that familiar heat settled low in the pit of his stomach, his thrusts became deeper, more frantic. He gripped onto your hips from behind and slid you up and down on him with ease.

"My little toy- fuck, you always feel so good," He babbles out. Without any words being exchanged, he could tell that you were both growing close, with you clenching and squeezing around him like a vice and his movements becoming sloppier the longer he holds back this orgasm.

"There you go, puppy... Make a mess for me, alright? I want you to... Wanna feel you- wanna see how good you make me feel," He rambles, and with one last snap upwards, Theo stills inside you with a moan loud enough to wake the dead. The sound was enough to push you over the edge in tandem, causing a slick mess to run down your thighs that was joined by Theo's as he pulled out of you.

He took a moment to run his hand through his hair in an attempt to ground himself before pressing his chest to your back- this time to press kisses along the expanse of your shoulders and neck. he murmured praises all the while.

"Good doggy- so messy for me. Did so good..." With one last kiss planted between your shoulder blades, Theo pulled back enough to allow you the same freedom to breathe, but not without turning you forwards to face him again. He admired the sight of your flushed cheeks and bated breathing and the mess between your legs like he would a piece of art, which is truly what you were to him.

When the sheen of lust in your eyes slowly departed, Theo hummed, cupping your face in both hands to press his lips to yours. The kiss was not demanding- it was a silent way of professing his love and his thanks for allowing him to use you to such an extent.

Pulling back from your forehead, his gaze flicked briefly to the pot still sitting on the stove. He returned his eyes to yours a moment later, a far less heated smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Well, I know I've worked up quite the appetite," He mused. "Go get changed, my love. I'll handle dinner from here."

summary: theo's pet is deep in subspace, and he seizes the opportunity for some training while they're feeling especially obedient

contents: petplay, clicker training (obviously), smut, mostly gender neutral reader (I tried)

big fat shoutout to alfie for the idea!!

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Clicker training was something you caught onto fairly quickly- mainly because you were already thoroughly immersed in petplay with Theo, and mainly because you were already well-behaved.

Theo, of course, took advantage of that fact quite often.

You had been exceptionally obedient today, mostly in the more routine aspects: fetching something for him as soon as he asked, sitting and staying when commanded and being generally adorable. All of these things, Theo had realized, meant you were deep into subspace.

Theo had left for a bit to run a few errands, and upon returning to your bedroom to find you perched on the bed, perked up at the sight of his presence where he left you, he beamed.

"Hi, puppy," He cooed, toeing off his shoes and padding over to where you sat. When he reached you, his hand shot out to scratch gently behind your ear, the action causing you to tilt your hand into his touch. Theo hummed in amusement at the sight of your eyelids fluttering, knowing the affection often left you more dazed than you were before.

Taking in his surroundings, it was clear to Theo that you had passed the time by playing with a few of your chew toys as they lay littered across the bedsheets. He paused with his ear scratching for a moment to speak in a tone that was equal parts firm and gentle.

"Would you be a good doggy for me and clean up?" He prompted. Theo reached into his pocket for the clicker, holding it up to your face as incentive.

Luckily for Theo, you planned to continue this obedient streak of yours, and after nodding so quickly that the headband your puppy ears were attached to almost slid off, you made quick work of circling the bed, picking up each and every toy along the way with your mouth.

With each toy that you dropped off into the correct box, you heard an all too familiar clicking noise, causing your head to shoot up and your tail to wag behind you. The best part was the chuckle your actions pulled from Theo, along with his usual praise.

"Good doggy..."

"So obedient, what a good little mutt you are."

"Always so good for your owner, aren't you? My precious little pet..."

After a moment, when the bed was clear and the praise had ceased for the time being, you felt a familiar stirring in the pit of your stomach that had been there all day resurface. You hadn't brought up your need to Theo- far too engrossed in simply behaving for your owner to even give it a second thought- but it was quickly catching up to you the longer Theo looked at you like you hung the moon and stars.

With a reddened tint to your cheeks, you crawl your way over to the edge of the bed where Theo stood, sitting back on your haunches and giving him your irresistible puppy-dog eyes. Your owner raised a curious brow at the sudden need he could see radiating from you, but he made no move to comment on it until you began pawing at the waistband of his pants. Theo's gaze quickly shifted into something more knowing, more desire-filled.

"Does puppy need something?" He asked, cupping your chin and tilting it up until you met his gaze. Once you did, he gently scratched the underside of your chin with his forefinger, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips at the sound the action pulled from you.

He decided to give you some grace, however, even with your lack of response to his question. You had been good all day, it would be unfair to punish you for something so minuscule, Theo reasoned. Plus, with how deep in this headspace you were, you often couldn't think for yourself at all.

"Well... you've been exceptionally obedient for me today, pet. I suppose a reward is in order, wouldn't you agree?" He mused, and without giving you the chance to offer any semblance of a response, gave you another order.

"Roll over."

In acknowledgement, you whined, obeying rather quickly as you tossed yourself onto your back with an eagerness that surprised even Theo. He would've chuckled had it not been for his clear determination to show you just how much he appreciated this good behavior.

Another click sounded, Theo's thumb pressed firmly against the button as he looked down at you, studying you, getting a feel for what it was you truly needed from him. Luckily, with his knee placed right between your legs, he could feel your evident arousal, and he had just the plan in mind to take care of it.

"Oh my..." Theo hummed, glancing down at the space between your legs with a gaze so intense it made you whimper from your spot beneath him. When his eyes returned to yours, a familiar glint was now clear in his irises.

"My poor baby... You've been worked up all day, haven't you? And I hardly noticed..." Theo tutted, but it was mostly for show. While he did feel a bit guilty for neglecting this obvious problem you were having, he also knew the build-up would be well worth the wait.

"Let me take care of my pretty puppy," He said. He wasted no time in trailing his fingers down your torso and to the waistline of your pants, hooking both thumbs into the sides and pulling the material down and off. He didn't hesitate with your underwear either, the fabric quickly meeting the same demise as your pants on the floor only seconds later. No teasing this time, just care and the kind of love that only came from knowing what your lover needed without any words spoken.

When your lower half was bared to him, Theo let out a soft sigh. It wasn't a disappointed sound, by any means- more so it was one of awe. Awe that he got to see you like this, that he got to train you like this, that you trusted him to be in charge...

It motivated him all the more as he pressed the heel of his palm flat to your arousal, watching the way you squirmed and bucked against the added pressure.

"There you go, pet," He breathed out, looking down at you like a man starved. You looked like the picture of sin like this, with your flushed cheeks, parted lips and bated breaths... Theo could get lost in you like this, but his number one priority was to take care of his pet, so he stayed grounded.

When it was clear you needed more than the pressure he was currently providing, Theo began to slowly circle your aching hole with two fingers, allowing you time to realize what he was doing before sliding them in, eliciting a gasp from you that quickly evolved into more obvious nosies of pleasure.

"There you go, puppy..." Theo crooned, and with his free hand clicked the button on your clicker once more. The sound made you react immediately, clenching around Theo's fingers in a way that made your owner moan aloud. This needy behavior from you was something he could never find himself tiring of.

"Such an obedient mutt," Theo praised, loud enough to be heard over the sounds spilling helplessly from your lips. "Taking my fingers so well- God, I can't wait to feel you clench around them when you come."

Theo's words were like magic to you, making you slip further and further into this subspace you were in. His fingers crooked inside you, coaxing more sounds from your throat that made your owner all the more worked up himself.

Theo, now far more focused on providing you pleasure than anything else, continued sliding his fingers in and out of you with relative ease, occasionally allowing the heel of his hand to press against the front of you to provide an extra bit of friction. It was a good thing he did, too, considering the incessant clenching around his digits and the increased longevity of your noises. With ragged breaths, Theo murmured, "Is puppy close? Does puppy want to make a mess all over my fingers, hm? Be good and come for me, pet."

To give you that last little push over the edge, Theo gave your clicker a few more pushes, the button pressing in tandem with the movement of his fingers and making you pulse around him so tightly until a familiar, choked-out sound emanated from you, and liquid flowed all down Theo's palm to his wrist.

The sight made Theo's eyes darken possessively, his praises more jumbled as he focused solely on the sight of you riding out your orgasm.

Once your hips stilled and your breathing began evening out, Theo pulled his fingers out, smiling at the mess that coated them. He raised his fingers up towards your lips, giving you a soft command: "Open, pet."

You did immediately, the taste of yourself on Theo's fingers making you let out a small sound of embarrassment. It wasn't the first time he had made you do this, but it was no less humiliating once your brain began to clear up again.

Once he deemed his fingers clean enough, he retracted them, though his thumb still lingered on your lips. He traced the outline of them, the gesture reverent despite the previous few moments, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss lingered, Theo's way of saying he loved you without words. When he pulled back, taking in that hazy-eyed, afterglow look of yours that he adored, he let out another amused hum.

summary: when theo’s pet gets out of hand, he reminds them swiftly of their place.

contents: theo deschamps x gender neutral!reader, pet play, dry humping, degradation and praise, some fluff at the end

if you know me irl please look away this is dedicated to my twitter oomfs 😭 sorry if this sucks or is too vanilla i haven’t written in a while.

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Pages flipping. Sighs falling from the parted lips of your owner. The soft jingling of your collar and the tinkling of the bells on your ears. These were all sounds that had become commonplace in these rare moments of peace and solace you and Theo were able to experience amidst preparation for the newest Trials.

But considering the rarity of these moments with him, and the stress that had been building as you both immersed yourselves back in the world of magic and dueling, silent reading time and cuddling didn’t exactly bind the wound that was spending so much time apart. You craved more from Theo, and his nose being in a book did not satisfy.

However, his immersion wasn’t totally out of your favor. In fact, it gave you the perfect opportunity to make clear the kind of alone time you needed.

Theo lay sprawled out on the bed, head resting against the ornately carved frame. He had pulled you into him immediately after, one of your legs hiked up over his own, making your crotch align perfectly against his thigh to offer some friction if you so pleased- or, with the dominance Theo exuded, were allowed.

That would prove to be quite the issue, however. Theo hadn’t given permission yet. He simply assumed you’d be his obedient little pup and stay put until he decided it was play time.

When you began subtly shifting your hips in a manner that was just rhythmic enough to be noticeable, however, Theo soon realized he was wrong in his assumption. And you were wrong in thinking he wouldn’t notice.

Without lifting his gaze from the novel in his hand, he spoke just low enough that his voice wouldn’t startle you, but firm enough that you knew he didn’t plan on playing nice if this behavior continued.

“Needy, pet?” He grumbled. When you didn’t immediately give him an answer, he made use of the chain splayed across his lap- the one attached to the collar you wore like a brand. He tugged harshly on the metal, his face suddenly mere inches from your own. The expression he wore was one of annoyance, frustration pooling in those baby blue irises.

“No answer?” He taunts, tugging harder on the chain just to hear your breath catch in your throat again. A small part of him detested how turned on he got as he saw the fear in your eyes- an emotion he knew would eventually lead to complete submission.

When your silence lingered, he tutted. “Of course not,” He answered himself. “You’re just a brainless little mutt, after all. Giving into your carnal desires… I should’ve known.”

But his words did not stay so soft. His gaze darkened as he took in your expression, or more accurately, the blankness of it. A smirk curled at the corner of his lip. That’s what he liked to see. His little pup, ready and willing to heed to his every request. Ready to be tamed.

He let out a sigh as if he were genuinely put out by your behavior, casting his face away and his gaze towards his book again. You could tell he was trying to figure out what to do with you- yet the whole time he had a plan in mind. But he was good at this- keeping you hanging on to every word, every minute expression that flickered across his features.

When he finally returned your gaze once more, his face was set in determination. The smirk adorning his lips grew darker to match the look in his eyes, and right when you thought he was about to close that damned novel and focus fully on his visibly needy mutt, his gaze returned to the ink-engraved pages and he gave you a simple command- all without sparing another glance in your direction. The only indication he gave you that he was even remotely focused on your presence was the tightened hold on your leash.

“Since it seems my training is fruitless, I suppose we’ll start back at square one,” He murmured, eyes glued effortlessly to the words in front of him. “Since you want to act like a disobedient little bitch in heat, I’ll treat you like one. You can hump my leg until you cum, since you seem far more interested in chasing your own pleasure instead of waiting patiently for the kind only I can give you.”

As you opened your mouth to protest, he shifted his knee, pressing it roughly against the space between your thighs that had grown immensely warmer since this little interaction began. The movement earned a high-pitched whimper from you, which in turn earned you a wider smirk from Theo.

When you didn’t immediately start, Theo pressed harder with his knee, his prompting obvious. Yet not once did he ever lift his gaze to yours.

“Go on,” He urged. “And if you’re waiting for my attention, you’re not getting it. Bad mutts don’t get their owners attention by being defiant.”

Suddenly grasping the severity of the situation, you gave pause for only a moment longer before obeying. Your hips slowly began rutting against him, whimpers falling from your lips like music as Theo payed you no mind. Even with your leash shifting against the fabric of his shirt and the bells of your ears jingling, his gaze remained steady and focused on the reading in front of him.

And oh, did you try to grasp his focus. The longer you ground against his leg, the more frustrated you became at the controlled friction and the lack of praise and the louder your noises became. Whimpers increased in volume, your lips parted in soft little pants- and it was all futile.

So when Theo spoke up again, his voice cut through the silence like a knife. “It truly is a shame, puppy. If you would’ve waited just a moment longer, I planned on coaxing you to your hands and knees, planned on filling that eager mouth of yours with your favorite treat…” He trailed off for a moment, taking a mental notice of how your hips quickened their bucking at the image that instilled into your head before continuing on.

“Yet here we are. You, humping my leg and inevitably making a mess of yourself that I will once again end up cleaning.” Another tsk, and then, “I thought I trained you better than this.”

To no one’s surprise, Theo’s condescension only brought you closer to orgasm, evident in the way your hips stuttered as they continued shifting and your panting became less like bated breathing and more like a dog in need of water. Your mouth was hung open at this point, and although not hardly focused on you, Theo brought a hand up in a “stop” motion.

“Stop that panting,” He warned. “Don’t open your mouth and tease me with what you’ve both chosen to deny us of.”

His words were harsh, and his grip on your leash never loosened. But the one thing that did change was the sudden movement of his wrist as it came to lie where his knee was only moments ago, pressing slow, purposeful circles against the obvious arousal there. The action caused your back to bow upwards, chasing the friction eagerly as if you were handed a chew toy to play with.

But you heeded his previous warning, keeping your mouth shut even as whimpers strained your vocal cords and your frame shook with your impending release.

“Desperate little pup,” Theo cooed, with no warmth lacing his tone. It was clear he was still displeased with your behavior, even when actively correcting it. “Ready to cum just from your owner’s fingers… and fully clothed, as well.” He let out a soft sigh before continuing, “Messy little baby… such a needy mutt.”

Those words, simple and mean as they came out, finally did you in. With a loud sound of pleasure, you came, and you came hard- leaving a visible stain in your pants that Theo felt coating his fingers even through the fabric.

And as intense as that feeling was for you, all Theo offered in response was an unamused hum. When you came down from your high, Theo finally released his hold on your leash and his book closed soon after as he gave you the attention you so clearly needed- yet at the time you didn’t anticipate.

With your gaze downcast in embarrassment at the mess you made, Theo snapped his fingers, ordering your attention. “Eyes on me, mutt.”

When you obeyed, you were met with the pleasant sight of softened features mixed with that firm gaze you were all too familiar with. Theo spoke before even giving you a chance to breathe.

“Do you see why I trained you the way I did, little pup?” He questioned. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, “Because when you misbehave, it causes messes. And no one likes to clean up messes. And I’m sure you don’t like causing messes either.”

After waiting a moment, searching your expression as he often did, his voice softened, and instead of gripping your leash, he cupped your chin. “Tell me you understand.”

You nodded, and when you did, he gave you the first smile you had seen all evening. He reached up, giving your head a gentle pat and a scratch behind your ears before murmuring, “Good. Now, let’s get you out of these clothes and into something more comfortable.”

Theo moved to stand up from the bed, and when he had, he crooked a finger at you. “C’mere,” He beckoned, and when you crawled over to the edge, he held his hand palm up.

“Sit,” He ordered. When you sat up on your haunches, tilting your head curiously at him, he smirked, affection dancing in his eyes.

“Stay,” He adds, turning his back to you to rummage through the drawers. Pulling out one of his old shirts that had become abandoned in his usual rotation, he turned to face you again, urging you upwards with another command. “Up, doggy.”

Once you obeyed, stood at attention in front of him, he bent down to press a little kiss to your cheek, humming against the skin before pulling back and beginning to undress you, starting with your shirt and then stripping you of your pants and underwear. Once you were naked, save for your ears and collar, after all, he slid the new shirt over your head with ease, careful not to let it get hung on any of your accessories.

Satisfied with the baggy material hanging off of your frame and the possessiveness that coursed through him seeing you in one of his articles of clothing, Theo hummed, sliding back onto the edge of the bed and spreading his legs, beckoning you forward and into his lap.

With your thighs wrapped around his waist and your arms secure around his neck, Theo grinned up at you, pulling your collar in a much more gentle manner until you were face to face.