please please please we need him back

Deals ➸ Theo Raeken (smut)

A/N I got kinda carried away with this one lmao sorry. It was 6 pages on google docs. Part two??


Part 2



You whirled around, nearly dropping your towel at your feet. You gasped, but weren’t exactly surprised. “Theo,” you breathed, earning a smirk from him. “Please, no-not now. Not today.”

Theo smirked again. “Why not? Why shouldn’t I give you what we both need?” he said with a malicious-looking smile. “We had a deal, didn’t we princess?”

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, “We had a deal, b-but please, I-I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Theo chuckled darkly. “I can always go back and kill your dear little brother, just like I planned. Justin? Was his name?”

“No, no please, I’ll let you, just don’t hurt him, please,” you said quickly, desperately.

“Good,” Theo stepped closer and with a pull of his hand, your towel flew away from your body. He drew in a sharp breath at the sight of your wet, dripping body. “I think that the night is going to go as planned.” Theo kept advancing towards you and you kept backing up until your naked back hit the wall behind you. Your eyes closed as Theo was nearly chest-to-chest with you. You whimpered as he dragged his cold fingertips over your hips. The butterfly touches felt so unreal, almost as if they weren’t even there, but then Theo pressed thumb harshly into your clit and you knew it was very real.

“You’re stressed.” he hummed, moving his thumb in slow circles, “Let me relieve you, let me give you what you want, what you need.”

“God, Theo,” You sighed and tilted your head back as he continued to work your core. “Fuck, yes Theo, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it babe,” he winked, slipping a cool finger between your folds and you gasped, knees weakening. And then he added another, and then another. He used his other hand to keep you pressed against the wall, moving his fingers harshly inside you. Your walls began to clench around Theo’s fingers, moans and whimpers falling from your lips. Just as you were teetering over the edge, he retracted his fingers from your body.

“No please!” you gasped. Theo smirked and slowly brought his fingers to his lips, placing them in his mouth and tasting you. The sight made your knees buckle. Theo was quick to catch you, his werewolf speed acting immediately.

“Babygirl,” he grunted, “babygirl.” You were speechless as he led you over to your bed and tossed you onto the mattress. “Is anyone else here tonight?” Theo murmured as he climbed over your naked body.

“N-no.” Your eyelids fluttered. His smell was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. His scent was of peppermint and the faint traces of pine needles. A strange mix, but in your current position, you couldn’t get enough. “Kiss me, Theo.” You opened your eyes and Theo grinned, leaning down to bump his nose against yours. You leaned up to close the gap, but he pulled away, leaving you breathless. You let a whine of protest fall from your lips until he took the material of his black jacket and threw it off, his shirt came next. Your breath caught in your throat as you examined the beautiful being in front of you.

“Look all you want, babygirl, I’m all yours,” Theo grinned as he crawled back on top of you.

“All mine?” you mumbled as his shadow covered your face.

“All fucking yours,” he hissed, before slamming his lips into yours. You sighed in pleasure. Finally. You didn’t think this moment would ever come. He bit your lip, begging you to grant him entrance. Theo didn’t expect you to whimper, but when you fucking did he felt his bad boy persona begin to crack. Of course, you had no idea the effect you had on him. When the Dread Doctors had taken your brother, it had given Theo the perfect opportunity to get what he wanted from you: complete submission. You opened your mouth easily to him, and he shoved his tongue into your mouth.

“Theo,” you breathed against his lips as your hands slid up his chest. He grunted as he pulled his lips from yours. His eyes fluttered shut and his arms that were holding him up beginning to tremble, your gentle touches driving him insane. “Theo, I’m yours, please.” His lips parted and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Your fingers explored the kinks and curves of his body, fingertips dancing across his shoulders and his arms. Theo exhaled as you traced his muscles down his torso until you reached his belt. “Theo, take it off, please.”

Theo’s eyes flew open as you began to unbuckle his belt. He drew in sharp breaths as your hand bumped repeatedly against his boner. He could resist the moan that escaped his lips as you pushed his jeans down and gripped the tent in his boxers. “Stop,” he growled. When you didn’t listen, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. “Am I going to have to tie you up?” he hissed, his his breath fanning over your face.

“N-no,” you whimpered.

“Good girl.”

Theo released you and stepped back and let his pants fall to the floor, quickly stepping out of them; but not before slipping a condom from the pocket. He pushed his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. You gaped at his size, doubtful that he would be able to fit inside you. “Eyes up, babygirl.” You flushed, embarrassed that Theo had caught you staring.

“I-um-I was just-”

“I’ll fit,” he assured you, “I can’t wait to feel how tight you are, babygirl.” His words made you drip with anticipation, legs trembling with need.

“Please, Theo, I can’t wait, I can’t,” you damn near begged for him. You needed this - you needed him.

“Weren’t you just telling me to leave?” he mocked, “That you “Couldn’t do this today,”? Guess what babygirl, we’re doing it.” You gulped nervously. This was the first time you were going to sleep with him. If he were to push you past your limits, you doubted to would be able to move tomorrow, and you had work. “Don’t you worry, babe, I’ll be gentle,” he smiled slyly, as if he read your thoughts. But something told you that he would be far from gentle.

You lifted your hips, begging for him. Just a few minutes earlier, you were begging for him to leave. Now you were begging for him to fuck you. Just once. You needed to feel him inside you, pounding into you. “Please,” you begged as he dipped the tip of his cock inside you. Just barely. You gasped out his name like a prayer, pleading for him to do something.

Theo couldn’t help but smirk at your flushed state. You were so needy, so innocent underneath him, and it took all his self control not to fuck you right there. He wanted his name to fall from your lips just one more time. It was as if you read his mind when you gasped out, “Theo!” and with a snap of his hips, he was sunken into you, balls-deep. He hissed in relief at the feeling of you around him. You couldn’t stop the scream that ripped from your throat when Theo pulled out again, to the tip, and slammed back in.

“Fuck, Theo, faster!” you gasped out, as he started his slow, deep thrusts. He complied to your request and sped up his thrusts. “God, fuck, Theo, please.” Gathering your strength, you pushed Theo’s chest so that the two of you rolled over and he was on his back. Theo’s gasped when your rolled your hips on top of him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands grabbing at your ass, gripping your hips, “That’s it, baby, ride me.” You lifted your hips before slamming them back down again. “Fuck!” Theo grunted, holding your hips to repeat the action again.

Theo’s eyes flashed yellow when you circled your hips, moaning his name loudly at the sensation. “Fuck, Theo, I can’t,” you whimpered, struggling to keep moving with the pleasure you were feeling. In half a second, Theo had you pinned against the mattress once again. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours and both of yours’ pleasure-filled noises were the only ones filled the room.

Theo’s lips were on your neck, sucking harshly on the soft spot beneath your jaw. Scott was going to kill you, True Alpha or not.  “God, Theo,” you whined, hips thrusting upwards to meet his own. “Theo, Theo, I can’t, I can’t.”

“You-you feel so good, princess, so good,” Theo grunted. “Come for me.” And you did. Your walls clench, tightly around him, and the dirty words the that Theo was whispering in your ear sent you over the edge.

“THEO! GOD! FUCK!” Your screams echoed in the room as the knot in your stomach coiled and snapped. Theo’s lips met yours between your screams as your orgasm washed over you. Your hearing and sight were taken away for a few moments, and all you could feel was Theo’s dick, pushing in, out, then into you again.

Even after your orgasm, Theo didn’t stop. He just kept thrusting, again, again, and again. He had slowed down, spilling himself into the condom, but he kept going. You were so sensitive, and Theo payed no mind.

“Theo, Theo, please, stop, please,” you begged for him to stop. You placed a hand on his stomach, signaling for him to at least slow down. “Oh, god, Theo, slow down!” Theo growled- he growled at you- and if anything, thrusted even harder. You let out a shrieking moan as Theo hit your g-spot, the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach beginning. “Yes, yes, Theo right there.”

“Come, for me, baby, one more time,” Theo hissed in your ear, rolling his hips again. Your orgasm washed over you again, even stronger than the last.

As Theo’s second orgasm came over him, a roar of a moan came from his throat. “FUCK! Y/N!” His eyes were glowing yellow, canines protruding from his teeth. Claws dug into your hips, just enough to hurt, but not enough to draw blood. Theo’s body spasmed as his second load filled the condom. Theo stilled, pulling out of you, and you whimpered at the loss of feeling.

You gasped for air, still recovering from two of the most earth-shattering orgasms that you had ever experienced. But he wasn’t finished, and he ripped the condom of, throwing it in a trash bin beside your bed.

“Oh, I’m far from done with you, princess,” Theo chuckled darkly at the astonished look on your face.


“Shut up,” he growled. Theo trailed kisses down your stomach - soft kisses, the opposite of what he was doing only moments ago. He was gentle with you now, butterfly kisses were being spread across your body, tender, and almost… loving. But this was Theo you were talking about. Theo fucking Raeken. And while Theo Raeken was many things, loving was not one of them.

Theo’s lips traveled lower, to your hips, where he left mark after mark, making sure that you would remember him in the morning. You whimpered when he sank his canines into your inner thigh, marking you once again. He nuzzled your unmarked thigh and flicked his tongue before biting you there too.

“I want-” Theo rasped, “I want to make you come with just my tongue, babygirl.” You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips once again. You cursed yourself for sounding so weak. But this was Theo and that was what he did. Made people feel weak, powerless, and completely willing to do his bidding.

Theo wasted no time, slipping his tongue between your folds, and groaning at your wetness. He hummed into you, causing vibrations that gave you unimaginable pleasure. One of your hands ran through his hair, caressing and urging him on, and the other grasped the sheets that covered your mattress.

“You taste so sweet, babygirl,” Theo rasped, pulling away to gaze at you through his lashes. You almost came at the sight. Who would have thought you’d be in this position? Theo Raeken, in your room and in between your thighs, gazing at you in the most tender way.

“Theo,” you whimpered. His breath hitched at the way you said his name. You sounded so weak and innocent - vulnerable. His breathing was labored as he lowered his mouth to your clit again. His tongue got to work immediately and violating your entrance, much to your pleasure. You called out, begging for more. “God, Theo, don’t stop.” He hummed in response. Theo kept licking and sucking in the places that earned him the most moans. Your cries were music to his ears, and there was no way this was just going to be a one-time thing, even if that was your deal.

“Come on, babygirl, let go, let go.” The hoarseness of Theo’s voice and his warm breath against your clit was too much for you. You were overtaken by pleasure, white-hot pleasure and you couldn’t feel anything but. Theo smirked against your thighs, loving the fact that he had this effect on you. Your hand tangle in his dark roots, pulling harshly at his hair. Your hips thrust upwards to his mouth, grinding violently into his face. And he didn’t mind one bit.

As you came down, your eyes closed, Theo could help but stare at you, pure adoration evident in his expression. As your eyes fluttered open, Theo was already picking his clothes up off the floor. The soreness hit you as you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch the beautiful boy prepare to leave you. There was an ache in your heart (as well as your stomach) as he got dressed and adjusted his clothes. He left his hair alone, which was tousled from where you had tugged at it and ran your fingers through it. Theo glanced at you again, looking younger in the moonlight that streamed through your window, almost innocent. Almost. He strode over to you, caressed your cheek gently, and lowered his lips to yours. His goodbye kiss took longer than he anticipated, as he was drunk on you. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. It wasn’t just a goodbye kiss. It was a promise. You would see him again.

Theo forced himself to pull away from you, and hearing you catch your breath almost made him prep for another round. But he didn’t. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and smirked, before leaving you lying in your bed, naked, and barely able to move.

I’m on the verge of creating a petition to beg ask to have Colin Farrell back as Percival Graves in further Fantastic Beasts films because he was amazing and deserves so much better than turning to be Johnny D*pp (it felt like The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus lmao) We all know that if Grindelwald was using polyjuice potion he needed to keep Graves alive so please please please, bring him back.

Stiles: Oh yea I got over Derek he’s no longer a part of my life.. I am happily dating Malia, see? Totally not caring about Mr. Grumpy at all. What even is Derek Hale?

*sees D. H. initials*


Stiles: shit

My friends are all telling me to text him. Apparently I haven’t been the same since he left. They say that they just want me to be happy again. They say that we need to be friends again if that’s what I want. They don’t realize though that my intentions aren’t that good. I want him all to myself. I know that’s terrible but I have really missed us. I just don’t like waking up and not being able to call him and ask him to join me on some ridiculous adventure. He was my person. He was the love of my young life. Honestly, keeping it to myself isn’t doing me any good.
—  Counting down the days until I burst

“…he both challenges and supports Raven by always telling her the truth, even when it’s a tough truth to hear. Even better, he often does it with a light touch, with a joke, a way to make her smile, and god, does Raven deserve some joy in her life. I feel like we see how much he cares and how well he knows her in how attentive he is to her mindset. He knows when she needs the joke, like during the love scene, or when she needs him to be serious.” (x)


My heart goes out to you Joe, I’m so sorry for your loss. We completely understand your need to take a break. Take as long as you need: we’ll still be here whenever you decide you’re ready to come back. Once again, I’m so sorry for the heartache you’re feeling. We love you so much Joe Trohman.

Now I’m addressing fans: please please please PLEASE for the love of God, PLEASE respect Joe during this time of grieving. Send your love. It’s completely okay for him to take a break.
R.I.P Mama Trohman

“Bellamy needs Clarke to pull him back from over the edge, only she can help him” 

Y’all can we fucking not? Can we please acknowledge that Bellamy Blake is his own moral compass, and knows right from wrong? Can  we please acknowledge that him making a mistakes does not automatically make him evil? Can we also please acknowledge how the writers deemed it appropriate the make two men of color the face of xenophobia all in the name of Jason Rothenberg “recreating” 9/11?



We are an all trans/queer polyamorous family of 3 with a one year old and through a series of really shitty events, we’ve fallen on some very hard times over the summer.  

I’m permanently on disability for mental health and as a survivor with PTSD.  I have several chronic illnesses including diabetes, and very painful sciatica and arthritis in my back that greatly effects my mobility. 

One of my partners has been dealing with a lot of mental health issues after being fired from a job that caused him to have a breakdown after being singled out presumably for being the only person of color there.  They just got released from an inpatient mental health facility and they’re likely going to have difficulty finding another job quickly in their state.  Their medicine is necessary to their recovery and is only one of the important things that we are struggling to afford.

My other partner is the only one in the household who is able to work.  He has a minimum wage job that he works long hours at and still manages to be my caretaker.

Our ex girlfriend moved out about a month ago and we relied on her heavily financially.  Without her and my other partner’s sudden inability to work we are very quickly sinking.  

Our rent is $900 a month, car insurance $72, bare minimum groceries $250 (that’s feeding 3 grown ups and a baby including a diabetic), bills around $600 and they are all overdo from last month. We don’t know we are going to cover August and it’s halfway over.  Our fridge is almost empty, aside for stuff for the baby.

I have $200 in the bank.  My partners have nothing.  We are already $900in debt. Our vehicle has a broken axle and we’re fucking it up more by driving on it. I am the only person with family who can afford to help, but we are estranged and they are unwilling.

Any donations would be help us with the bare essentials: food, rent, medication and bills.  You can send them via paypal to  

Christian pounded on the door. He got the address from a friend, so he prayed that he was even in the right place, but from what he could see through the window, Randa would be there. The door swung open, and there she was- she hadn’t changed a bit. She was nice to look at, no doubt, but Christian was in too big of a panic mode to notice.

“Okay- I know we haven’t talked in over a year, but I need your help and you are my only hope. Please, please please help me- I will literally drop to my knees and beg.” Christian wouldn’t be surprised if she said no. Jesus, he’d say no if he were on the other side of it! But she was his last chance to get his family off his back, just short of hiring someone to help him. Despite his desperation, he had a large grin on his face. Just being around Randa was a real pick-up.

Duas need

Please pray for my brother. He’s friends with this shaitan of a person. This boy ruined my brothers life. He introduced him to drugs and alcohol and persuaded him to drop out of college. We’re at out wits end. Please, we need duas. I need my brother back. I’m tired of crying everyday for him. He’s literally ruining his life here in the dunyia and his life in akhirah. If you know the pain of having to see a person with a drug addiction please pray for my brother and please ask that allah gives strength and sabr to my mother. She didn’t come all the way from Somalia for her son to do drugs and call her names and disrespect her. She cries everyday and her life knows no peace. Please, we need your duas„I want my brother to get away from these shaitans and I want him to succeed in life. I’m afraid that one day we’ll get a call that he’s been arrest, killed or died. He had aspiration of becoming a business man and was pursuing a degree in computer science and business. Now that’s all gone and he wanders from house to house. This shaitan of a person ruined his life and subsequently our life.

Oh man, if you wanna see something just great, go back really far on Justin Trudeau’s instagram

You can pretty much map out every time his publicist told him to stop doing something.

“Justin, you really dont need to hashtag the names of people in pictures”

“Justin, please stop throwing this ’;)’ in your post. Firstly because emojis exist and secondly because you are an elected official and party leader who should not be throwing out winky faces to the public”

“More photos with your shirt buttoned up please”

“Dude please chill with the TBTs”

“You know what we’re in a real election now I’m taking this away from you”


Everyone we out charted again! Please stream! Non stop! Dont stop streaming keep streaming we need to be back on the chart!

Also if you could go to bambam’s instagram and twitter and send him lots of love that would be amazing! He saw a rude comment about him that made him feel down please go reassure him that he’s a great person and he should always love who he is and should never change. 

Lets all work hard for got7 because the are giving us so much! Please send love to got7! Vote on Mcountdown and stream!! Lets give them a trophy so that we can see their proud faces!