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Can’t wait

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Mattheo Riddle

any interaction with this post will be rewarded with a kiss

[lanitadaily]

but blessed with beauty and rage 🤍

[fistfuloflightning]

You are without doubt the worst rogue cultivator I’ve ever heard of. Ah. But you have heard of me.

Some Mobei-jun/rogue cultivator!Shen Yuan brainrot—thanks to @neonghostcat I can no longer separate SY from the guandao 😭 (thank you from the bottom of my heart)

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Dallas Winston 🤍

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THE PLEASURE OF SIN IS SOON GONE, BUT THE STING REMAINS.

Saadi Shirazi; // "The Rumi Collection: An Anthology of Translations of Mevlana Jalâluddin Rumi", by Jaläl al-Din Rumi (Maulana). tr. Kabir Helminski and Andrew Harvey; // "Mind is a Myth: Disquieting Conversations with the Man Called U.G", by U.G. Krishnamurti; // "The Five People You Meet in Heaven", by Mitch Albom; // Roger L'Estrange; // "Suicide: A Study in Sociology", by Emile Durkheim; // "Wit and Wisdom of Socrates, Plato, Aristotle: Being a Treasury of Thousands of Glorious, Inspiring and Imperishable Thoughts, Views and Observations of the Three Great Greek Philosophers, Classified Under about Four Hundred Subjects for Comparative Study", by Socrates, Plato, Aristotle; // "The Maze Maker", by Michael Ayrton

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死にゲーに転生したマフィア嬢は偏愛スパイに手籠めにされる / The Spy Who Ravished Me ~Reborn as a Mafia Princess in a Deadly Game~ // support the artist (eng)

[eraofelizabeth]

sun printing 🧚‍♀️

[blackthunder137]

Pain cures pleasure (Mattheo Riddle x reader)

Pairing- Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Summary- after mattheo gets into a fight. you clean him up but that just leads to something steamy 

Warnings- smut, unprotected sex, fingering, humiliation kink, degradation, praise kink, switch!reader, dacryphilia, thrusting

Author’s note- was i supposed to write a blurb? yes. did i write a fic instead of that? also yes.

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You were reading a book in your dorm room when you heard the door open and saw Mattheo with bruises all over his face and breathing heavily. You got up from your bed and rushed towards him. You made him sit down on the edge of the bed and examined him; there were bruises and cut marks on his lips and face, and everywhere was covered with blood.

You huffed and went inside the restroom to get the first-aid kit. He used to get into fights either for you or for other people who used to piss him off. You came back with the kit and started to clean up his bruises when you asked, "Do I even wanna know what happened?" to which he replied, "Blaise pissed me off," "everybody pisses you off," and you sighed as you cleaned up the last of the bruise that was on his face.

"Not you; you don’t piss me off," he replied, his eyes stern on you. Your face softened at what he said. You sigh, "Mattheo, I don’t want you to get hurt. "What if things got out of hand and you got hurt?" you asked, "but I'm not; besides, you know exactly how to make me feel better." His known smirk showed up on his face, and you playfully rolled your eyes at him and said, "Okay, I’m outta here now," but as soon as you turned around, he grabbed your wrist and pinned you towards the nearest wall.

He was so close, you couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful brown eyes—those eyes that could drive you crazy. Your lips were brushing against his, and you smashed your lips against him, breaking the tension that was building up between the two of you.

His lips tasted like those of cigarettes and blood—metallic and intoxicating. You didn't want to stop kissing him; you just wanted to kiss him more and more.

He pulled you in a little closer, leaving no space between the two of you. Your hands held his hair, playing and teasing with it while his hands fell on your ass, giving it a little squeeze and carefully unzipping your dress.

He traced your bare skin once your dress was on the ground, his hands freely roaming around your skin and sending chills down your spine.

Without breaking the kiss, he carried you to your bed and laid you down. He quickly removed his shirt and slid down his pants.

He flipped you so that your face was buried in the pillow. He tore your underwear and unclasped your bra. He roughly held your hair, and he slid inside of you, adjusting himself so he could fuck you comfortably. He groaned in satisfaction once he was comfortable, and he kept increasing his pace bit by bit.

You buried your head inside the pillow and moaned as loudly as possible.

"Harder, Ma-mattheo, please," you begged while he was fucking the shit out of you from behind. His shoulders became tense, and sweat trickled down his face.

He grabbed your hips and went inside of you a little deeper. He grabbed your neck and lifted you while thrusting with all his might at you.

Your moans and sighs were like music to his ears. The way your cheeks flushed and how you moaned his name was like a prayer, telling him to never stop. He loved this version of you, vulnerable and all his. He could do whatever he wanted.

He finally groaned as he hit his orgasm and rode his high, and he held there for another minute as if he was thinking of new ways to fuck you. After a while, his mouth fell onto every inch of your lips, sucking and biting into them. Your eyes were filled with joy, and you relished every moment of it.

He flipped so that you were now facing him. He crashed his lips onto yours, and your mouth opened a little wider so that you could give his tongue access. Your lips are perfectly entangled, moving in synchronization. Your lips were designed to be together.

You pushed him to the side, got on top of him, and kissed your way down his well-defined abs. He sighed in satisfaction as you kissed your way down; your other hand slid down to his cock, and you could already feel he was drowning in his arousal.

You pushed two of your fingers inside of him and pumped in and out of him. "You like it, baby," you whispered in his ear.

"Uhuh," he moaned, "just like that baby, just like that."

You increased your pace, and your skilled fingers knew which spots to hit to make him come. You swirled and pumped in and out of him when you knew he was closer to his orgasm. His groans and moans filled your ears. God, you could hear his moans all day. Those sensual and melodious sighs and moans. 

"Fuck baby... "I'm going to cum," he said, his voice becoming huskier by the second.

And right when he was going to hit his orgasm, you pulled your fingers from his cock, denying him his orgasm.

"This is for picking up with everyone," you smirked, getting off of him when he harshly held your hips and made him sit on his cock.

You cried out at the sudden contact. He started to move your hips, and his dick was inside of you.

"This is what you get for being a stupid bitch," he spat out, in between his groans.

You knew you made a mistake when you denied his orgasm, but you never imagined he'd have the energy to do anything.

You started to get adjusted to his size, and you picked up the pace. But his grip on your hips was too tight. 

"Mattheo, I'm sorry," you whined, as you were riding his dick with so much force that you were seeing stars. 

"Would you look at that? You want forgiveness, then ride my dick till your sweet little pussy turns red," he commanded.

Your eyes started to flood with tears from the overwhelming feeling hitting you all at once. But there was the deepest, darkest part of you that enjoyed every bit of this.

You'd already had your orgasm twice, but you couldn't stop yourself. At this point, everything seemed so blurry that you couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn't. But you did not stop.

Mattheo smirked at your condition. He saw how your breasts bounced with every ride, how flustered you were, how your cheeks flushed, and how you bit your lower lip when you were filled with satisfaction—pure and utter vulnerability.

But he couldn’t help but admire you a little; you were beautiful no matter what. He loved it, especially when you rode his cock, how your head used to arch back with every orgasm, and all the other admirable things that you did.

You could already feel your pussy getting heated up and your legs getting shaky, and you were this close to your third orgasm of the day. His cock continuously hitting your g spot. You cried out his name while you came, and his pressure on your hips loosened, and you slowly rode your high once you were done. You stayed there for another minute, trying to catch your breath, after which you rolled to the side.

You were still catching your breath, your chest heaving up and down. You could see Mattheo smirking out of the corner of your eye as you hit his arm. "Shut up," you spat out, your words barely making any sense to you.

"This is what happens when you decide to be a bitch," he stated, kissing your forehead as you drifted off to a sound sleep

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