Alright I Promise I'm Gonna Start Writing Again, Next Work Up On Monday. Preferences?

Alright I promise I'm gonna start writing again, next work up on Monday. Preferences?

I'm going to CRY I WANT THIS SO BAD

also, could you make a dealer!theo fucking you with his gum minific👉🏽👈🏽 (only if you can ofc🫶🏽)

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tw gunplay

“you gonna be a good girl f’me and take it, yeah?” theo murmurs, his voice low and raspy as you feel the gun prodding at your entrance, the cold steel sending goosebumps all over your body. the tip of the gun is slick with your arousal, the black metal glistening with your wetness as theo teases you by dragging it along your core without fully pushing it in just yet.

your cheeks heat up as you think about how you ended up in this situation in the first place. theo was mindlessly toying with his gun, spinning it skilfully, his fingers lazily holding the weapon as he whistled nonchalantly. he abruptly came to a halt, a knowing smirk spreading across his face when he caught a certain glint in your eyes and he knew exactly what that meant— you were turned on. obviously, he couldn’t just let that go, so now you’re lying on his bed with your legs spread wide, impatiently waiting for him to fuck you with his gun.

“you want this, amore? you want me to fuck you with my gun? ‘s that what you want? huh?” theo growls, his eyes darkening as they scan your naked figure before landing on the gun pressed against your cunt. he stares hungrily with his head tilted slightly, relishing a sense of power. it feels so wrong, so… depraved, but your mind is too clouded with desperation as you spread your legs as far as they can go, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“yes, theo, please, want it so bad!” you beg, making theo chuckle condescendingly as he leans down, hovering over you with one hand resting beside your head and the other holding the gun against your dripping, pulsating cunt. his head is merely inches away from yours, his hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine as his warm body presses against yours. “yeah? you want it that bad, sweet girl? so fuckin’ naughty.”

he then slowly pushes the gun into your aching hole, causing you to inhale sharply at the unfamiliar feeling of the hard edges of the gun and the danger that comes with it, making it difficult for you to relax— and theo notices immediately, as he firmly grips your face and forces you to meet his gaze. “hey, i need you to relax, alright? can’t do shit if you’re all tensed up like this.” his piercing eyes stare right into yours as his fingers dig into your cheeks, and you nod eagerly. “hmm. that’s my good girl.”

you feel his gun deeper inside of you, entering you inch by inch, while theo has now shifted to sit in front of you, his intently focused eyes glued to where his weapon pushes into your throbbing cunt. “that’s it, piccola. god, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” he stops briefly to help you get used to the strange sensation as your heart pounds wildly, but the thrill and danger only turn you on more.

theo then uses his other hand to push your legs even wider as he slowly but steadily thrusts his gun in and out of you, the rigid surface strangely hitting your sweet spots with each movement. he bites his lip as he watches you moan blissfully, your back arched and your hands gripping his sheets with all your might, and he swears he could cum right there and then. you’re so lost in pleasure, the slightly painful feeling of the gun deep inside you mixed with the euphoric sensation of the firm contours massaging your inner-walls got your head spinning, and you can feel yourself get closer and closer to your release.

“wanna see you cum all over my gun, bella. fuck.” theo growls as his pace increases, the gun thrusting in and out of you at a relentless pace as his hand moves to your core, his fingers swiftly rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit. “fuck, fuck, fuck, theo! just like that, fuck!” you moan out, your body shaking at the sensation as theo groans at your reaction, his cock leaking at the tip in his pants as he gazes down at you with a hungry expression on his face. “my naughty girl.”

a few more thrusts and he pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you as he continues to draw fast circles on your clit, making your legs tremble. you let out a string of curse words at the overstimulation and push him away, causing him to grin as he removes his gun and throws it aside, the weapon clattering to the floor.

“fuck, theo, that was so ama— what are you doing?” you begin, your chest heaving up and down, but you quickly stop when you gaze at him through half-lidded eyes and see him unbuckling his belt in front of you. “aw, you thought we were done? that’s cute, real fuckin’ cute. c’mon baby, spread those pretty legs f’me once more.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

I'll be over in a second love, what's wrong?

today’s been kickin my ass. Does anyone wanna come over and fuck snuggle?

𖥔 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

⊹ being absolutely cock hungry and finally getting filled up

⊹ boyfriend!rafe spoiling you in every way

⊹ breaking in your new apartment with boyfriend!rafe

⊹ dom!rafe masturbating for you

⊹ fwb!rafe using you however way he wants

⊹ he loves to appreciate your tits

⊹ he texts you for a late night fuck

⊹ letting him fuck your mouth after a stressful day

⊹ mean!rafe ignores you all day so you make him apologise

⊹ knowing he has to ease you into it because he so big

⊹ rafe eating you out

⊹ rafe fucking you after you were being a brat

⊹ rafe teasing you until you're a whimpering mess

⊹ rafe using your pretty little holes however he wants

⊹ sending a ‘thank you’ vid with the present he got you while away

⊹ thanking rafe mid-sex because he feels too good

⊹ trying to be quiet as rafe fucks you early in the morning

⊹ when he needs you so bad he has to pull the car over

Repentance

Rafe Cameron x Reader

➸ summary: rafe has to find a way to apologize after an argument ends in tears

➸ warnings/notes: fingering, oral (f!receiving), tears?, very slight religious imagery at the end sorry

word count: 1.3k

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IT WAS STUPID. So, so stupid. He just never knew when to leave something alone - when to swallow his pride and let the argument fizzle out.

Rafe was taught that backing down from a fight meant he was a coward. In his mind, ‘being the bigger person’ was admitting defeat. Even though he knew he was in the wrong he just couldn’t find it in himself to apologize. He kept going and going, until you were left a teary mess in his bedroom, gently wiping at your face so that he wouldn’t notice your sobs.

But he did. He did and he felt fucking terrible.

Making people feel like shit was all he was good at. He had never been in a serious relationship before - he had never cared about anyone enough to try. You were different. You made him want to be good, and thoughtful, and kind. However in this moment he was none of those things.

His mind was hazy as he knelt down below the bed. Rafe wasn’t good at this. He wasn’t used to saying sorry and making amends. His fists usually did the work for him, and obviously in this case, that wasn’t an option.

Promises and apologies died on his lips as he saw your frowning mouth and glossy eyes. He really hated himself in times like these. How could he hurt the only good thing in is life? All you were trying to do was help, and he threw it back in your face. What an asshole he was.

Fingertips brushing across your knuckles, he kissed them over and over. Plump, pink flesh tickled your skin as he left marks of love everywhere he could reach.

He was so careful as he laid you back, a stark contrast to the harshness of his words earlier on. Nothing was spoken as he finally reached your lips. His tongue that spouted obscenities and yells was now massaging your bottom lip as he slowly explored your mouth. It was never his intention to be mean. It just always, somehow, managed to happen.

Every touch of skin was a silent ‘sorry’. He held you like you would break at any moment, and when he lifted his thumb to wipe at a stray tear, you only sighed breathlessly in response.

“Lemme take care ‘f you,” he mumbled, buzzed head lowering to kiss down your jaw. “Show you how much I love you.”

All he needed was a nod from you, your voice still shaky from crying. You were so pretty, and he hated seeing your eyes so red and puffy. The only time you should be crying is when his head is in between your thighs, not when he was riled up and screaming at you for something that wasn’t your fault.

Brows pinched together, Rafe held onto your hip tightly as he continued trailing his lips across your throat. He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell you how sorry he was, that he would do better next time - but he knew it was no use. Ever since he could remember people treated him like a bomb ready to blow, and now he knew why. Now that he was the cause of your tears he finally understood why people were afraid of him. Nothing good came from being around him. You shouldn’t be wasting your -

“Rafe,” your whine interrupted his self-deprecating thoughts.

He lifted his head from your collarbone, a slight pop sounding in the silent room. He had barely noticed that he was leaving purple marks in his wake. Even when he wanted to be gentle, he managed to mar your beautiful skin. “Yeah, baby?”

Your hands ran through his short blond fuzz, the texture relaxing you. Rafe always liked when you scratched at his scalp. It was like you knew how to make him melt into a puddle of mush at your feet.

“Can we not fight anymore?” you said, your voice tired and weary.

“We’re not. We won’t,” he whispered against your lips, planting a soft peck to them. “Don’t gotta worry that pretty little head of yours. Just relax, let me do the work.”

Visibly loosening your muscles, you let your head fall limp against the pillows as your boyfriend began to slowly pull his your shirt over your head. His mouth and palms made sure to leave nowhere untouched.

Rafe tended to pour all of his affections out when he had you like this. He found it easier to prove his adoration for you without words. He liked to do things for you, to make you feel good, to make you forget about how horrible he could be. It wasn’t on purpose, although sometimes he noticed himself using sex as a crutch. He needed to learn to use his words.

“I love you.”

It was quiet, almost inaudible. You repeated the words back to him as the pads of his fingers pushed your underwear to the side, collecting the arousal that had pooled there. Swirling his fingers momentarily, he plunged two fingers into you, shushing you as you writhed under him, the pleasure already too overwhelming for your exhausted mind.

Your grip on his head tightened, nails practically digging into his skull as you moaned out. He didn’t mind. In all honesty you could do anything to him and he would take it. He would take anything you gave him - whatever you thought he deserved.

“I’ve got you,” he said, his thumb adding to the mix as he nudged your clit with it. “Relax, baby,” he cooed.

It wasn’t often that Rafe got like this. Sure, he was soft with you most days, but he rarely spoke so gently with you. This was more intimate than you had ever been with him. The relationship was new, and you hadn’t expected him to have such an adoring side to him.

He didn’t stop after your first orgasm. Even as you clawed at his back, your moans echoing throughout the whole empty house. Despite your panting and closed lids, he only lowered himself onto his stomach as he continued holding your panties out of the way. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, watching as your juices dripped out of you, your cunt pulsating with each cold breath that escaped his mouth.

“Gonna let me taste you?” he asked, more to himself than anything. You hummed, hands bracing yourself against his shoulders as you whimpered at the sensitivity.

“Yeah… yeah,” you managed to croak.

It didn’t take long for Rafe to get back to it. He started off slow, which was new for him. He was used to being fast and rougher than this. This was all a strange experience to him, but he kept the patient pace as he noticed your breaths becoming uneven. “Yeah, like that?” he spoke into you, again more-so talking to himself.

Hands that were so used to being bruised and bloodied were now reverently holding your legs open for him. He liked having full access to you, knowing that he had the power to make you feel all this pleasure.

He found himself speeding up his movements, and he was so caught up in the moment that before he knew it, the vibrations of “I’m so sorry” reverberated through you like a mantra. Rafe couldn’t stop. Not when you came once more, his chin glistening and jaw cramped, not when he mouthed “forgive me” against your inner thigh over and over, his nails digging into your flesh as he pried you open - not even when you had already told him it was okay. Because he knew it wasn’t.

Sometimes he felt like he was repenting for his sins. Especially when he was on his knees for you, your cries and whimpers like a hymn. He only hoped you could offer him his salvation.

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I CAN'T stop thinking about mattheo riddle with shy reader and edging nd overstimulation! please!!! 🥹

TAGS: 18+, smut, overstim, fingering/oral fem receiving, multi orgasm, begging, daddy kink (mattheo calls himself daddy (rightfully so), slight edging but heavier on the multi orgasm, dirty talk, praise kink.

well, anon, aren’t you so cute. begging for me so nicely like that hmm?🤭

Which is similar to what Matty would say as he’s kneeled in front of you, his fingers buried knuckle deep inside your cunt and thumb swirling over your clit—his movements slow, methodical, precise—since you’ve already cum twice and now he’s just teasing you for the fun of it, unable to pull away from you regardless of how much you squirm because your noises are just so fucking sexy and you’re so wrecked for him he’s never seen you look so beautiful.

“Matty, m’gonna—ohh—“

Your words are sliced by a whimper, your voice shattered cracked and fucking split into a million tiny pleasured pieces, back arching off the desk and eyes squeezing shut as he pumps you agonizingly slowly, his lips moving closer to your clit, teasing you with his breath until his tongue darts out to replace his thumb.

“That’s it, princess—give it all to me, baby..”

His words, muttered huskily against your dripping cunt, only add to your already mindblowing experience and the string inside you snaps in an instant, your third orgasm rolling through you so hard you damn near scream—and normally you’d be thankful that Mattheo had the presence of a mind to cast a silencing charm before all of this started, but at the moment you can’t find it in you to give a shit who the hell hears you.

You almost wished people could hear how fucking good he was making you feel—how fucking unhinged he'd driven you. You grip onto his hair so hard it feels like you’re trying to pry it from his scalp, your face burning and your body shaking. However, unfazed, Mattheo continues pumping and licking you through your high—only slowing slightly when your whimpers turn to pleas and you begin pushing him away.

He pulls his fingers out to lap up your release, and your ears ring, a shattered cry clogging in your throat. “Matty!—s’too much..t-too much—fuck…”

Both hands shift to your hips, gripping you tight and holding you in place as he mutters; “Mm—not yet..”

“Please—“ you moan, entirely against your fucking will, overstimulation making your head spin as you try to wriggle away from him but he doesn’t relent, determined to push you through it. “I—I can’t—Matty, I…ohhh…”

“Yes you can.” He grumbles against your cunt, the deep vibration of his voice making you gasp. “You can take it, for me…”

“Matty—“ your toes curl and your thighs clench around his head as he gives you a slow, languid, drawn-out lick before sealing his lips around your clit again and suckling gently. He’s attuned to your body, knowing exactly how to work you through overstimulation. “Mattheo—fuck—“

“That’s it…give me a little more, princess..I know you can…” he murmurs as he shifts his hold on you, palm pressing down on your pelvis, other hand moving back to tease your core again, gently pushing a finger into you while swirling over your clit. “You taste so fucking good…don’t wanna’ stop…”

Your head rolls back the second he eases his finger into you, clenching hard around it as he gently pumps in and out—dragging at your walls, pushing into the knuckle and curling slightly—everything he knows will drive you utterly fucking insane.

“Gods! Mattheo! fuck—“ oxygen was no longer in the room and you weren’t even sure if it existed anymore at all, unable to focus on anything other then his ministrations, his tongue rolling over your clit. “I-I-can’t—I can’t cum again—s’too soon…s’too much…”

“Shh, I got you…you’re okay, princess…” he cooes into your cunt, kissing at your clit as if attempting to soothe you, his breath warm and his voice low. Slowly, he adds a second digit inside you, his fingers curling just right to keep building the pleasure with an agonizing, deliberate slowness. “Daddy’s got you, baby…”

“Matt—“ there’s an edge to your voice now, frustrated and overwhelmed, your words tangling with the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through you. You don’t know what to do with it all, your hands shifting to clutch at the desk beneath you, knuckles cracking with the force of your grip. “It’s so fucking much, Matty—m’so sensitive—“

“I know, baby…” he mumbles, eyes fixed on his fingers disappearing into your soaked, aching cunt. You were one hundred percent certain he had no idea what you just said until he proves you wrong. “I know you’re sensitive, princess…but you’re doing so good f’me…”

And before you can even consider a response his lips are back on you, sealing around your clit and turning your vision blank—your hands shooting into his hair as though it could somehow ground you to reality—even though you knew you were long, long past that.

You can't control a single noise leaving your throat at this point. You're at the mercy of Mattheo Riddle—every swirl of his tongue and slow thrust of his fingers sending sparks shooting through every last nerve ending in your system. You're caught between pushing him away and bucking your hips toward him for more. Your brain is a scrambled mess, unable to effectively decipher and relay what it is that you want or need.

“M-Matt-y…G-gods!…”

Your fourth orgasm charges through you without mercy. You're gasping, whimpering, moaning, and crying out his name—all in a frequency barely coherent. Mattheo grins against your cunt, eagerly chasing your release, holding you tight as you squirm and shake, groaning against you as he relishes every last noise you make.

"That's it, baby...mm, good girl.." he coos through a choked groan, unable to get enough of how deliciously you break for him, how perfectly responsive to him you are. "Always so fucking good f'me..."

He pulls his fingers out slowly, the slick sound of your arousal filling the room until his groan overpowers it when he draws them into his mouth. He meets your eyes from between your thighs and you whimper, still twitching from the aftershocks—your body a trembling mess of overstimulated nerves.

“Look at you,” Mattheo's gaze never wavers, dark and hungry, as if he's already plotting how to bring you to the brink again. His fingers slip from his mouth with a soft pop, and he leans in to place a tender kiss on the inside of your thigh. “So fucking pretty…completely wrecked just f’me..”

Coming down from your high, a wave of embarrassment crashes over you as you realize the absolute mess you've made. Mattheo did a good job of containing it, but you can feel your wetness soaking the desk beneath you and the thought of meeting his eyes becomes almost unbearable. You whinge as he leans in, giving your pussy soft kisses, your hands shooting up to hide your face from him.

“Hey…hey…don’t look away from me..” he murmurs almost instantly, his voice deep and firm but soft and low. He softly nips at your inner thigh, planting gentle kisses over your mound as he trails to the other. One of his hands reaches up to remove your hands from your face. "Why are you getting shy on me, baby...hm? You embarrassed of the mess daddy's made of you?"

“Matty…” you whine, still trying to look away from him until he shifts his hand to your jaw and forces your eyes to his. “Please..”

“I’ll make you messier, princess…” he mutters, holding your gaze as he presses another kiss to your swollen clit. “I think you’ve got a few more in you.”

His fingers gently part your folds, testing your sensitivity with a deliberate slowness designed to provoke your rawest reactions. You groan, your back arching involuntarily, a helpless response to his touch. Your hands instinctively fly up to your face again, attempting to shield your embarrassment—but he intercepts them with a firm grip, pinning your wrists against your chest with one of his strong hands.

“No hiding, baby…I wanna’ see you…wanna’ see you break f’me…” he coaxes tenderly. “So perfect…pussys’ so perfect…”

His thumb finds your clit, circling it slowly, while his fingers continue their maddeningly slow movements, toying with you, enjoying the sounds of your arousal. His praise and possessiveness works to chip away at your embarrassment, though your face burns as you moan again.

"See? Nothing to be shy about," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your thigh. "You're perfect just like this, falling apart for me…fucking love seeing what I do to you..."