#theo raeken smut

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POV: Dating Theo Raeken...

I love this man so freaking much

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theo raeken x reader with squirting 🫣🫣

☾ Theo raeken x afab!reader

smut warnings: p in v, afab!reader squirts, oral & fingering (afab!reader receiving), handjob, dom!Theo + sub!afab!reader (+ slight dom!afab!reader), begging.

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Theo wants your attention. He's staying at your house for the night, but you're currently on the phone with Lydia for whatever reason Theo doesn't care about. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and starts kissing your neck. Tapping on his arm lightly, you push him away, but he doesn't stop. He needs you now.  

You tap his arm again, trying to shuffle out of his grip as Lydia continues talking.

"Right, yeah, I know," you reply to her, glancing at Theo from over your shoulder. Theo chuckles softly, amused by your struggles. He places both hands on yours and gently moves them away from where they are hitting him. 

"Relax, babe," he whispers in your other ear before continuing to passionately mark up your neck. His fingers trail along your arms, sending electric shocks down to your core.

"Hey, Lydia? I gotta go, but we can talk later if you want?" you manage to croak out between gasps for air. Lydia had no problem getting off the phone, for she had things to attend to herself.

"God, you're so annoying," you sigh, rolling your head back against Theo's shoulder. 

Theo snickers playfully, "Well, someone has to keep things interesting around here." He sucks on your neck, leaving another little hickey just below the one he just made. His hand moves downwards, grabbing hold of your ass cheek through your shorts and giving it a firm squeeze. 

"Besides, I think we need some alone time anyway." With that said, he pulls you closer against him, his crotch pressing hard against yours, clearly indicating his intentions. He was indeed correct — the last time you did this was probably a good week and a half ago. You manage to get out of his strong hold, taking his hand and lead him to your bedroom. You're both lucky that your roommate is working, so privacy didn't really matter anyway.

"I thought a bed would be more comfortable than the kitchen counter," you chuckle teasingly, gently pushing him down on your bed after knocking the door closed with your foot.

Theo grins,"Oh really?" he asks, reaching down and starts undoing his pants, revealing his hardened member straining against his boxers. You nod and bite your lip in response.  

"Then come here and help me out of these," he demands, tugging at your shirt impatiently.

"Ah no, not after that little stunt you just pulled," you giggle teasingly, straddling his hips. You lean down, pressing kisses all over his neck while your hand travels from his chest to his cock. Your fingers lightly trace up and down the prominent vein of his length, your lips working at marking his neck in red and purple bruises. 

Theo growls lowly, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you continue to tease him. "You know you love it," he pants out between kisses. His own tongue darts out to trace along your collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva wherever it goes.

"Please, baby," he begs, his voice hoarse with desire. You wrap your fingers around his cock, slowly pumping your hand up and down teasingly. You know that's not what he meant, but you don't care. 

Theo groans loudly, his hips bucking upwards into your touch. "That's it, tease me," he groans again, arching his back in pleasure. As you continued to tease him, his hands reaches down and grabs ahold of your ass cheeks, holding you down tightly against his thighs. With each pump of your hand, his cock throbbed harder against your fingers, dripping with pre-cum. 

You swirl your index finger around his tip, collecting some of the precum on the tips of your fingers. "I'm not gonna play nice," you giggle, your tone as bratty as you can possibly make it. 

Theo bites his lower lip, clearly trying to control himself. "Oh really?" he asks, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Then prove it," he challenges back, nibbling on your neck again.

"You asked for it," you purr quietly, starting to pump your hand hard and fast, up and down his cock for a for moments. You take your hand off without warning, testing for any reaction. 

Theo's hips jerk upwards involuntarily, his cock throbbing harder against your hand. "Fuck," he curses out loud, unable to contain himself any longer. Grabbing hold of your wrists forcefully, he pulls you closer until his lips crash against yours in a heated kiss, taking control of the situation once more.

His tongue invades your mouth, exploring every crevice and corner, while his hands took advantage of your exposed waistline, undoing your shorts and panties together in one swift motion. He groans into the kiss as his free hand cupped your ass cheek again, squeezing it firmly before moving lower, teasingly caressing your tight entrance. You grind your wet folds against his hand, sighing into his mouth in pleasure. You let your hand toy with him again, holding his cock from the base, but not daring to move it yet.

Theo moans into your mouth, his fingers finding their way inside you slowly at first, working circles around your sensitive spot. As he felt how wet and ready you were for him, he increases the pace, thrusting his finger in and out of you forcefully.

"That's it, baby," he pants between kisses. "Tell me you need this."

"Theo," you whimper, giving in and dropping your almost-pathetic attempt at being dominant. Theo only smirks in response, pulling his fingers out. You whine at the loss of contact, but he's quick to have you on your back, legs over his shoulders as he shuffles down the bed. His pretty brown hair tickles the inside of your thighs, which only makes you whine more.

Your hands instantly find solace in his hair the second his tongue swipes up your wet folds. Theo chuckles, enjoying the sound of your neediness. 

"There we go," he purrs, positioning himself between your spread legs. With a playful grin, he lowers his head and buries his face into your pussy, suckling greedily at your clitoris while his hand reaches down to stroke your entrance.

His tongue continues to tease your sensitive flesh, tracing slow circles around your opening before finally pushing inside you inch by agonisingly slow inch. Meanwhile, his fingers rubs against your g-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Theo," you gasp for air, hips writhing against his mouth as your fingers tugs lightly at his hair. "oh god," your eyes roll when his tongue switches between flicking and sucking your clit. 

Theo moans around your sensitive bud, his tongue circling and flicking it in rapid succession. His hand continued to work you relentlessly, thrusting two fingers deeper into your tight hole while massaging your g-spot skilfully.

"Tell me how much you want this cock inside of you," he demands between suckles. "Admit that you need my big cock filling every inch of your wet, hot pussy."

"Theo," you whimper, gasping for air as your hips grind against his mouth again. "Please, you need you so bad," your voice whining in desperation. Satisfied enough with your answer, Theo sits back on his knees and roughly turns you over so you're lying on your stomach. He picks your hips up, grabbing a pillow to shove under you for what you thought was more support.

Or so you thought. Theo's cock slowly enters into your tight pussy, stretching you so well. You whine, fingers clasping in the sheets beside you. He finally moves his hips, making your body rock against the pillow.

Theo groans, his hips moving in sync with yours, gradually increasing the pace. Each thrust brought another moan of pleasure from your lips as he claims you completely.

"That's it, baby," he pants, slapping your ass lightly.

"Oh my god," you whine, your eyes rolling in the utmost pleasure. Your breathing turns into quick, high-pitched pants with each thrust of his hips, the pillow below rocking nicely against your clit.

Theo increases the speed of his thrusts, pounding into you relentlessly. "Tell me how good it feels," he demands between heavy breaths.

"You're so tight and wet, you can't handle this," he moans, reaching down to massage your clit again as he continues to drive himself deeper inside you. His free hand grabs hold of your hair tightly, pulling your head backward so that your eyes locked in a passionate gaze with his.

"So...good.. oh my god," you manage to whimper and pant out. your body trembles in his hold, thighs shaking against the pillow as you suddenly cum. the sweet release hit harder than it ever has before — your mind so hazy, you couldn't even comprehend what's happening. The pillow between your thighs felt wet as Theo pulls out. Your body's limp against the mattress, lungs tight from barely breathing.

Though, you manage to hear Theo laughing with such smugness. "you just squirted," he says amusedly.

"Huh?" you pant, turning your head so your cheek rests against the sheets.

Theo chuckles, still panting heavily himself. "Yeah, baby," he said proudly.

"You're such a little squirter." he teases, reaching over to grab a fresh towel from your nightstand. He carefully wipes up the mess they had both made on your stomach and thighs.

"You did so well for me," he praises, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your sweaty body. "Now, let's clean up properly." With that said, he helps you sit upright and guides you to the bathroom, where he turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature for them both.

[murdrdocs]

INTERVIEW 012

with. stiles stilinski and theo raeken

includes. consensual voyeurism, fem!reader, voyeur!theo, dom!stiles, sub!theo, switch!reader, classic theo and stiles bickering

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There’s a shuffle from the corner. It’s brief at first, just the sound of denim against the fabric of a chair. But then it multiples, repeating itself once, twice, and then on the third Stiles huffs. 

He lifts his head, lips glistening even before he licks them. His absence makes you feel cold at your center, the breeze from the vent above gusting down to your bare core. You shut your legs, a whine strangled in your throat as you roll your head to look at your guest. 

Theo stares at you and Stiles with a pointed gaze, forcibly hardened with a pronounced jaw to accompany it. He’s attempting to look upset, maybe even a little intimidating, but the tent in his jeans gives him away. 

“Will you stop moving? It’s distracting.” Stiles speaks to Theo (his self proclaimed nemesis) with the same tone of disgust as he usually does. And in response, Theo rolls his eyes, like he usually does. 

You can’t help but smile, finding it slightly amusing that the two still dislike each other even when they have a mutually shared interest bare in front of them. 

Theo adjusts his position again, and you quickly realize that he’s attempting to not adjust his cock instead. His hands flex at the armrests of the small chair, nails digging into them, and you have a feeling that if he attempts to resist any longer his claws will come out. 

“You try sitting still like this.” Theo’s remark is grumbled and spoken through gritted teeth. 

Stiles hums, the sound already condescending enough, and you can tell his remark is about to be snarky with the way his head tilts. 

“Yeah? Well, I don’t have to, do I?” 

As cute and amusing their squabbling is, you don’t have much patience for it. Stiles is quickly made aware of this when you sit up enough to thread your hand through his dark locks, and tug him towards your core. 

He’s quick to deliver an apology in the form of giving you what you want. 

With Stiles back between your legs, you’re left to writhe around in pleasure. Back arching, lips parted, hips grinding into his mouth. Your eyelids flutter shut, just before you remember the additional set of eyes on you. 

Your head turns to the side, cheek pressed into the soft sheets of your bed, and you send Theo a small smile. To you, it feels innocent, a simple acknowledgment of his existence. 

To him, it’s sinful. Your hair tousled, eyes low, lips bitten and slick and enticing. Your smile, in his eyes, has a teasing intention beneath your innocence, a slight element of goading while you attempt to remain sweet. 

From anyone else, he would’ve hated it. He would’ve lashed out and slit their throat. 

From you, he has to force a moan down.

His eyes widen, he licks his lips, and despite his efforts to remain discreet, you’ve caught on. 

He needs to be acknowledged, and you can do that. 

“Do you—“ It takes you a second, a moan breaking up your sentence and causing you to restart. “Do you think I look pretty like this?” 

You feel Stiles’ eyes on you just after you feel his hum against you. The vibration makes you gasp, the sound small and cute when it’s added with the jerk of your hips. You glance at him, attempting to communicate that you’re not talking to your boyfriend, and you’re instead talking to your guest, with just a look. 

He understands, squinting his eyes once in reply. 

Theo is quick to nod. He’s eager with it, enthused, even. 

“Yes.” 

You smile at him once more, the gesture growing in size whenever you feel Stiles do the same around you. 

One of Stiles’ fingers circles your entrance, teasing, and he slowly breaches the initial tightened ring just as you speak to Theo once more. 

“Can I tell you something?” 

Stiles’ digit is at the hilt now, and he pumps only twice before he starts to add another. Your hiss in discomfort delays your addition to your previous question, which has been promoted by Theo’s nod. 

“I’ve always had a thing for you.” 

Theo’s chest rises as if he’s shocked at your admission, and you assume he is. The faithful lover of the person he butts heads with the most, willingly admitting to having a ‘thing’ for him, all while being pleasured by their boyfriend. 

It’s a situation that’s dizzying, a little disorienting, and you consider that Theo feels the same when he dumbly blinks at you. 

“You did?” 

“I do.” 

Stiles’ twists his fingers in a particularly brutal way, clearly intended to pull a reaction from you. He does, a startled gasp from your lips, your face contorted in a display of painful pleasure. 

You recover as quickly as you can, attempting to ignore Stiles’ jealousy as you continue to focus on Theo. 

Theo’s eyes flutter shut and his hips buck up pathetically. You coo, scratching your nails at Stiles’ scalp while you dig the heels of your feet into his bare back, eyes still on Theo all the while. 

You’re urging him closer without forcing him to do so, giving him the option to pull back if needed. It seems he doesn’t need to as he instead forces himself further into you. 

Theo’s eyes open at your almost patronizing sound, a beautiful mix of colors staring at you with a plea in them. 

You pout sympathetically, lips parting as you decide to give him permission to do what he so desperately wants. 

“Will you touch yourself for me, Theo?” 

[voidpetrova]

bear the scars — theo raeken x reader

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content warnings and genres: swearing, sex, body worship, scarring — smut

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synopsis: years after you turning into a werewolf, your waist has been tainted with the scar that reminds you that everything has been taken away from you. unfortunately, it never healed the way it should've, leaving an ugly reminder for you, but a beautiful one for others

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“what are you looking at?” your blood ran cold as you pulled your shirt down in front of the mirror, hands shaking as you heard his voice. your hands traced the material of your silky turtleneck, hands wiping down your jeans. “knocking is common courtesy, y'know?” you retorted, watching his reflection in the mirror. he smiled at yoy.

theo leaned against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and concern. “i didn't mean to startle you,” he said, his voice softer now, realizing the effect his unannounced presence had on you.

you turned away, your gaze dropping to the floor as you tried to hide the scar that marred your waist. it was a constant reminder of the night you were turned into a werewolf, a part of your past you wished you could forget. it was a physical way of reminding you that the best years of your life were going to waste. a reminder that you would never be the same again. but the jagged lines and rough texture were impossible to ignore.

his footsteps echoed in the small bathroom as he approached you, his fingers gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “you don't have to hide anything from me, you know,” he said softly, his voice carrying a reassuring warmth.

your heart pounded in your chest as his thumb brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle and tender. “i know you're trying to keep something from me,” he continued, his eyes searching yours. “and i just want you to know that whatever it is, you can trust me.”

your defenses began to crumble under his sincere gaze. you had kept the scar hidden ever since it came to be, afraid of what he might think, afraid he would find you repulsive. but the vulnerability in his eyes made it difficult to maintain the facade.

“i dont't know where to begin,” you began, your voice catching in your throat. you took a deep breath, your fingers trembling as you slowly lifted your shirt, revealing the scar that marred your otherwise smooth skin. you watched as theo's eyes traced the contours of the scar, his expression unchanged.

he took a step closer, his fingers gently ghosting over the scar's surface. “you know,” he started, his voice calm and steady, “this scar doesn't define you. It's a part of your journey, a reminder of how strong you are. it's so beautiful, (y/n).”

tears welled up in your eyes, surprised by his reaction. you had braced yourself for disgust or pity, but theo was offering neither. instead, he was embracing every part of you, scars and all.

“you're beautiful, with or without it,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “and I'm here to remind you of that whenever you forget.”

his words were like a balm to your wounded soul, soothing the insecurities that had plagued you for so long. as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could learn to see the beauty in your scars too.

your eyes locked in an intimate gaze, a tension building between you that was palpable. the bathroom seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. theo's fingers gently cradled your face, his touch both tender and possessive as he leaned in, his breath mingling with yours.

his lips brushed against yours in a slow, tantalizing tease, his movements deliberate as he savored the anticipation. the air between you crackled with electricity, the heat of the moment swirling around them like a whirlwind.

unable to resist any longer, you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips pressing fervently against his. the kiss ignited like a spark, turning into a blazing inferno of desire and need. his lips were firm yet tender, molding against yours as if they were made to fit perfectly together.

theo's arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss, fingertips brushing against your scar. his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you granted it willingly, your mouths melding in a passionate dance. the taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of warmth and longing that sent shivers down your spine.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as you leaned into the kiss, pouring every ounce of your emotions into the connection. his hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger that matched your own.

theo's lips trailed from your mouth to your jawline, placing a trail of heated kisses along the way. his breath was hot against your skin, sending waves of sensation through you. as he reached your neck, he nipped at the sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

desire pulsed through your veins, your heart racing in sync with the rhythm of the kiss. it was a feverish exchange of passion, a symphony of touch and taste that left you breathless and craving more. every brush of his lips against yours felt like a promise, an affirmation of the intense connection between you.

time seemed to stand still as the world around you faded into insignificance. the only reality that mattered was the sensation of theo's lips on yours, his touch setting your skin ablaze. in that heated moment, any insecurities or doubts melted away, replaced by the overwhelming certainty that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

as the kiss finally broke, both of you were left panting, your foreheads pressed together as you caught your breath. the intensity of the moment hung in the air, a lingering reminder of the fiery passion that had ignited between you.

theo's eyes bore into yours, a mixture of raw desire and genuine affection swirling within them. “you're breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with sincerity.

your heated breaths mingled as the intensity of the moment hung in the air, an unspoken agreement passing between you. without breaking eye contact, theo's hands slid down your sides, fingers tracing the contours of your body with a fervent hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

his touch ignited a fire within you, a need that pulsed through your veins and consumed your thoughts. as his hands reached the small of your back, he pulled you impossibly closer, erasing any space that remained between your bodies. the heat emanating from his skin seared against yours, igniting a sensation that bordered on overwhelming.

your fingers found their way to the hem of his shirt, a silent invitation for him to shed the barrier that separated you. with a lingering glance, theo complied, discarding the fabric with a fluid grace that only added to the allure of the moment. the raw desire in his eyes intensified, a hunger that mirrored your own.

his lips found yours again, this time with an even greater urgency. the kiss deepened into a passionate exchange, tongues entwining in a dance of longing and need. your hands roamed his bare back, tracing the hard lines and contours of his body as if committing every detail to memory.

theo's hands ventured lower, fingertips grazing the curve of your hips before traveling upward, the touch searing a path of heat wherever they went. a moan escaped your lips, swallowed by the fervor of the kiss. the sound seemed to spur him on, his touch growing bolder as he explored every inch of you.

breaking the kiss, theo's lips trailed a scorching path along your jawline, down the column of your neck, and to the hollow of your throat. his breath was hot against your skin, and each nip and graze of his teeth sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

your fingers found their way to his hair again, gripping it tightly as a guttural sigh of pleasure escaped your lips. as if driven by a shared need, his hands slipped beneath the fabric of your shirt, his touch igniting fireworks across your skin. the sensation of his fingers tracing the scar on your waist was a potent mixture of vulnerability and intimacy, a reminder that he saw beyond the surface to the depths of your soul.

theo's lips found yours once more, a demanding kiss that left no room for restraint. his fingers danced along the waistband of your jeans, teasingly slow as they dipped lower, the promise of what was to come hanging in the air like a charged current. his fingers slid down as they pulled down your jeans, exposing your black panties. you held onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. his hands made their way up to your shirt, gaze rising to lock with yours. “can i?” he whispered gently, asking for your consent to reveal what was dearest to you. carefully, you nodded, a smile painting your lips.

with your consent, he pulled your shirt upwards and over your head, revealing your matching black lace bra and the scar on the left side of your waist. you always wondered why it wouldn't heal, why your skin wouldn't regenerate—but you didn't care now.

“my pretty little doll,” he murmured, lips trailing down your collarbone, down the valley of your breasts. carefully, he unclipped your bra. he allowed himself to bury his face in between your breasts, lips engulfing your nipples as he rolled the hardened buds in between his teeth and against the surface of his tongue. you couldn't help but moan softly, hands raking through his hair as you pulled him in closer. “love those little noises of yours.”

he could only elicit more from you as he dropped from your breasts to your toned stomach, tongue caressing the muscles and skin. he locked eyes with you for a split second, and you swore you could see the fire in his eyes. he took a turn to the left, planting kisses on your scar. “thank you for taking care of me, theo.” you whispered. he couldn't help but smile against your skin. “never thank me for that, doll,” he responded, hands gliding up your thighs before tracing the wet spot on your panties. “just let me.”

in a second, you felt the fabric leave your skin. theo had clawed it into shreds, and you couldn't have been more grateful.

“so so wet,” he practically growled against your heat, nose pressing into your sensitive clit as he relished in your gorgeous scent. “all for me?” you couldn't resist, moans filling his ears.

“only for you, theo,” you encouraged him, loving the way you made him feel masculine and tough. as much as you loved the way his fingers, long and thick, tore you apart. you noises of encouragement helped him out as his fingers brushed against your walls.

“have i streched you out enough, doll?” you nodded in response—you were prepared for something much bigger to fill the emptiness. “please,” you begged. you had no reason to beg, he was ready to oblige either way.

his boxers slid down to his ankles and he couldn't help but relish in the sight before his eyes. you were propped up against the sink, legs spread for him. only for him. you were naked with nothing but the locket he had gifted you around your neck. your breasts were bare, hickies littered on them and your neck. the prettiest part that caught his eye was your scar.

“are you ready, doll?” you nodded eagerly, his dick pressing against your glistening entrance. you both moaned at the sweet touch, the amazing feeling of his big dick pressing into you. it was nothing compared to when he finally slid in, cries of ecstasy filling the room. he grunted as he finally bottomed out, barely moving as he caressed your insides. “oh fuck, you're so tight.”

he gripped your waist tightly, thumb caressing your scar as he thrusted vigorously. you couldn't help but moan, legs wrapping around his hips in order to pull him in closer. his pace quickened, skin slapping echoing throughout the walls of the room. he grunted, sounds accompanying your delicate moans. it didn't last long however, because in a split second, both of you could feel the nirvana coursing through your veins. “theo, 'm so close.” you announced. he didn't reply, but you knew he was nearing his peak when his thrusting became more aggressive. he pressed his forehead into yours as his breath fanned your lips. in a second, you could feel him finishing inside you, but never pulling out. you came just a little after him, vision nearly blackening as you came down from your high.

“are you okay?” he stroked your hair softly as he watched you carefully. you nodded in response, a smile on your face.

“i love you.” you whispered, one of his hands stroking your scar while the other held one of yours.

“i love you more.”

[stilinskibaby]

theo raeken likes to fuck rough and hard, he likes having marks to look back at. he loves hearing you scream moan his name. theo loves to spank you and fuck you dumb. his favorite thing is when you're just a babbling mess and all you can say is his name. theo likes to fuck you everywhere, on the table, on the couch, in his bed, in his truck. anywhere he can have you. theo loves when you're a brat, basically begging for his attention.

[just-my-type-x]

Cody should be given another Theo to play. I miss the mean/sassy side

[dreamsfromthesandman]

Holy shit guys!!! I didn’t realize I was gone for that long!! Long story short— I had my daughter in February 2023 and my mom passed in April 2023 so last year was extremely rough. I am looking to get back into it though!! I still have some requests I can filter through and continue writing to post! If I were to make stories longer and maybe get into Amazon publishing— what would you think of that!? Gif is not mine

[traekenimagines]

Theo with a Praise Kink 🤭👀 that’s it, that’s all my mind has in store at the moment lol. If you need more for that little idea let me know 💜

Hunting Season, The Ride Drabble

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"You're doing so well, princess," Theo stroked your spine as he continued to thrust into you from behind. "You're so good, taking all of me like this."

You said nothing, bottom lip between your teeth as you tried to hold back the screams of pleasure that threatened to burst forth. You could feel all of Theo's cock as he slammed repeatedly into you, could feel his balls slap against your skin.

He was so big, and you had wanted all of him, no matter how much it might have hurt to begin with.

"You're such a good girl, Y/N." He withdrew, earning a whimper from you. "Do you want more? Do you want more of my cock? Tell me you want all of me." His hand trailed further down your spine, before reaching your core, cupping it as a finger slid along your folds. "Hmm, you're still so wet."

"I want all of you, Theo," you panted out, desperate for me, desperate for his praise. He removed his finger, and you whined as you felt his tip press once more against you.

"Good girl."

[seriesxwriting]

The back of the bus

Pairing- Theo raeken

Series- tw (teen wolf)

Summary- You and Theo have the back of the bus all to your selfs (considering he kicked everyone off the seats). What mischief could you possibly get up to considering your strictly friends. For now ;).

Warnings- probably swearing, kissing, talks about a wound, talks about death.

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I stood at the back of Theo, Scott and stiles. Scott and stiles sat on the last two free seats together. I didn’t blame them, Scott needed to sit down he was still injured.

A bunch of nerds sat at the back of the bus and I knew exactly what was about to happen because Theo eyed them up like his lunch. He had asked to sit next to me before and I had a feeling he was going to make sure it happen. While he headed toward the boys at the back, just as I suspected, I stopped in my tracks not wanting to be involved.

“Get up” Theo ordered at them, his face was serious and he was practically snarling. “what- why should we? we saved these seats we got up early!” “Get -up” he repeated and he wasn’t too happy he had to, frowning bending closer to one of there faces. His tone had changed now.

“…Yep okay” the boy who spoke earlier gave up from fear of Theo, his eyes looked as if he was about to cry. The four boys jumped up scattering around the bus for seats. Theo popped down looking smug while slumping in the chair, elbow on his leg giving me a dangerous smiled knowing he was the biggest and the baddest.

“Come on then love” he winked nodding down to his lap seeing me frozen in my space. “Considering you’ve conquered the whole back row, there are spare seats I don’t need to use you” I walked over, quietly sorting out my stuff sitting two seats down from him.

“yeah but I’m more comfortable than coach seats, I just want you to be comfy” he rolled his head over to my side looking playful. “And we do have a long really long ride” he shrugged chewing his gum pressing harder to convince me.

“Oh you really do make a good point” you whispered pretending he won for a second. but really you were just not able to resist him anymore. Your legs went either side of his lap and sat down the opposite way he expected you to while holding his face. “can’t believe you got me in to this- I hate busses”

“Well good because this is a coach” Theo chuckled latching his hands on my waist. “Don’t try and be smart with me” I giggled shaking my head. “Well if you’d stop complaining and gave it ago for a moment you might enjoy the journey, I can be quite entertaining” he wiggled his eyebrows making me slightly giggle. “Well I’ll need proof of that” “that you will have babe” he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Words couldn’t really describe what you and Theo were, but you went along with anyway. Even though it then allowed you to catch feelings.

 “Alright love birds we get it” stiles plopped next to us sticking his face closely in the middle. “stiles- can you leave?” Theo turned around half pissed off. “Theo” you hit his chest gently but he just grabbed your hand before turning back to stiles, “I just wanna say- Scott isn’t looking too good can we all keep an eye on him” “yeah of course” you nodded sympathetically.

“His alpha wound?” You questioned quietly, stiles nodded slightly looking downwards. “it’s not healing” “it will take longer” theo explained like stiles was dumb. “yeah smart one we know” stiles raised his eyebrow not taking any of Theo’s smart comments. “And he’s worried about Derek- we all are” you sighed reaching for Theo’s hair playing with it and hugging his head for comfort. “There’s no way he’s dead- so where is he” you try and reassure yourself. “Y/n- he could be dead” theo swallowed looking into your eyes. “He’s not! Plus who would take a dead body” you winced not liking the two pairs of eyes on you.

“yeah I know, just think positive huh” theo nodded at you rubbing your back after a moment of silence. “I have to think positive- I can’t deal with all the negative we go through” I explained to them. Stiles rubbed the top of my hand and Theo clearly got jealous.

“Can I go back to kissing my girlfriend now”, Theo asked with a loud sigh and confession while shooing him away. “what?” You stuttered pulling away and turning to him saying it at the same time as stiles. “ah- I see what happened… I just- called you my girlfriend didn’t I” “and… I’m not complaining am I?” You blinked staring at his eyes with a bright smile. “Really?” He whispered rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “can you just be careful with him- please” stiles said to me.

“I’m right here” theo pushed him out the way wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. “Stiles I trust him- if you don’t can you keep it to your self” I asked him lowly feeling slightly uncomfortable with how honest he was being.

“but y/n I just want wha- wait why are Lydia and Allison following us?” “Allison is here?” Scott turned around, automatically regretting doing it too fast, he winced out loudly. “Scott take it easy” theo looked over at him “I’m fine, really” he nodded at us holding his wound. “Congratulations is in order then?” Scott smirked at us two. Theo turned a bit red looking down, I giggled at how cute he was. “is this new for you?”

“A bit- yeah” he awkwardly started to play with my fingers. “theo we don’t- have to label it” “no- no I want to- I want you to be officially be my girl and only mine” he cupped my face , his cool rings rubbed against my skin as he smiled but with a serious expression.

“really?- your sure” “never been more sure princess”. Slowly theo leant in to kiss me. I guess we had kissed before but not like this and not sober either. It was nice being this genuinely intimate with him. I trusted theo and I really liked him. “So what’s the real plan for this trip or…” “a lot of this” he kissed you again quickly on the lips “and a lot of this” theo said rummaging in his bag, getting out a packet of crisps.

“Eating and kissing, not at the same time I hope” “and a lot of you learning from my humour- that was the worst dad joke I’ve ever heard” Theo chuckled at me shaking his head. “Shut it you” I joined in… I guess busses weren’t that bad. Or coach’s. Whatever.

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[gayonetta95]

I need someone to do a Theo Raeken x Male Reader...myabe a fluff or smut idk but yes.

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Also Theo Raeken has an Alpha k*nk.

Call that man Alpha, he'll go feral fr

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Masterlist

Teen Wolf

She looked at me as if there was something worth seeing in me(Theo R.)

I think we lost her(Theo R.)

Because I love you you little piece of shit(Theo R.)

I think we lost her II(Theo Raeken)

Morning Love(smut(Theo R.))

Friends Dont look at friends that way(Malia H.)

You belong with me(Stiles S.)

You're beautiful just the way you are(Stiles S.)

First time you ever listen to me( Sister reader)

You got the devil on your team(Void Stiles)

Maze Runner

He was only 17(Newt)

Marvel

Keep your head up soldier(The Winter Soldier)

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Yandere Klaus Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Multifandom

I don't want to forget

A letter from Y/n to reader

SUPERNATURAL

POV series wich include a mini stories of Winchester little sister reader.

Why and how this is going to go...

⛥⛧Pilot-01x01

part 1

part 2

⛥⛧Flashback series

" flash news. you have a little sister"

"promise you wont leave"

POV: The Winchesters have a little sister 1 2 3

Supernatural masterlist.

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Stranger Things

Narnia

Lort

[murdrdocs]

i am suddenly thinking so hard abt shutting theo up by forcing his head between your legs, nails gripping his dark hair, legs caging his head in. he barely resists. actually, he doesn’t resist at all. he knows he’s gotten himself in this position, he did it on purpose, talking your head off about any or everything. egging you on with taunts and questions he already knew the answer to. so when his head is finally where he wanted it, his hands grip your skin, pulling you closer, stuffing his nose in the small patch of trimmed hair. he’s already licking and sucking and doing what he knows you like, his form of an apology since he’ll never give you one verbally, his eyes bright as they watch you knowingly. his grunts and whimpers muffled in your cunt, his blunt nails digging into your skin, as he laps up every little drop.

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I read the predator over the last 2 days and when i tell u that Tristan Caine, in my head, is just season 6 Theo Raeken...

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Hunting Season, The Ride

Random little smutty (very fucking smutty) drabbles for me to update as and when I feel like it (just making it clear that I'm not committing to anything due to family circumstances).

What I want from you guys is filth. Utter filth. I'm not kidding. Gifs, phrasing, all of it.

I'm taking requests for these, and I'm going off the fact that everyone is over 18 and no longer in high school. The usual rules apply, and as I've said, bear with me. This isn't a complete return, this is just an as and when.

For more information on what Hunting Season usually entails, check out this post, but please don't expect full-blown imagines from this feature. There won't be a story, just 'pure' sex. Anything you want - again, not kidding.

To reiterate, anything (including gifs, actually, especially gifs) will be accepted (apart from you know, the illegal shit).

Enjoy!

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Hunting Season Masterlist

Masterlist