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no offense to lily rose depp but i would not have fought against being claimed by my vampire lover bill skarsgard

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can i watch? (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, masturbation, voyeurism, sub-ish!roman, praise-kink, fluff lol

summary: who would've thought Roman would be okay with you watching him jerk off?

word count: 1,050

a/n: celebrating 200 followers with this little drabble!! love u guys omg i'm screaming?? thank u thank u thank u!!!!!<33

When I finally caved and told Roman my deepest, most embarrassing wish in bed, I never dreamt that he would actually be into it.

Then again, this was Roman— I should’ve expected that he’d be up for absolutely everything.

He had one arm around me as he occasionally turned his head to press sweet kisses against my jaw. Roman’s green eyes sparkled with both intrigue and want, unable to take his eyes off the way my lips parted at the sight before me. There was no way to contain my astoundment— he was so pretty. Way too damn pretty.

It was damn near impossible not to revel in the sight; the way Roman worked his fingers around his cock, and the way small drops of pre-cum would gather at the pink tip and fall down along his length. I definitely never thought he’d say yes to this, but here he was, letting me watch him get off. It had always been a bit of a fantasy of mine, despite not being able to put my finger on exactly why. It was something about the way his lashes fluttered, heavy with the weight of pleasure, as his chest raised with small, almost inaudible gasps for air.

I reached out to run my fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. If I stared at it all for too long, I was afraid I’d not be able to let him finish alone as I had asked him to. My heart fluttered as I heard Roman groan softly against my lips, his breathing growing heavier and laboured.

“It’s cute that you— ah, wanted this,” Roman murmured, kissing my cheek in the process as I watched his cock twitch in his fist. “Unexpected.”

I hummed, my fingers ghosting over his chest in soothing motions. “I’ve thought about you like this many times,” I decided that I'd straight-up confess; there was no going back anymore. "Especially when we first started dating... It was always on my mind."

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Leaning down to leave several wet kisses against his neck, I could only smile as I heard Roman’s breath hitch; a rarity. “Always wondered what you’d look like when you were all alone.”

Roman had to slow down, letting out a shaky breath. It was intense to see him like this— it wasn’t always that I could get a proper look at him during sex. But now? Oh my. “I always think about you when I do this, y’know?” he said, pressing a kiss against the shell of my ear which had shivers running down my spine within seconds. 

I could already feel my blush creeping up my cheeks, turning to meet his keen, green gaze. “You do?”

“Always,” Roman's kisses trailed down, now softly nipping at my jaw. “How you moan when I fuck you… And the way you look when you cum, the way you feel around my cock... Shit, I— I could go on?”

Something about getting Roman talking was intriguing. He was always such a fucking enigma, so who was I to deny a little peek beyond his curtain of mysteries? “And how do I look when I cum?” I asked, suppressing a giggle; it was certainly not a question I thought I would be asking any time soon. Actually, everything about this situation made me want to squeal like a little girl and jump him, completely thrilled that he was doing this for me. 

The memory of my walls flutterings around his cock seemed to really do it for Roman— he closed his eyes, his grip around his length tightening as he threw his head back against the pillow. “So fucking hot,” he breathed, now rambling. “You— You always get a little louder, and then you usually cling to me a little harder… And your nails dig into my back as you moan my name, and— Oh, fuck!” He quickly let go of himself, panting as he glanced down to check whether he had been too late or not.

My eyes were wide with love and adoration, unable to look away from the sight of him completely and utterly unraveled. Hearing Roman say these things about me was making my heart flutter in ways it had never done before—The fact that he thought about me like this, that it made him this hot and bothered… I was afraid my brain would melt from the heat. “You’re doing so good,” I cooed, leaning forward to press a kiss against Roman’s forehead as my fingers stroked through his tousled hair.

With that, he let out a sound that sounded an awful lot like a whimper; “Don’t say it like that,” he breathed, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. “You’re killing me here.”

I looked down just in time to see his cock twitch once more, along with Roman’s hand immediately returning to his aching need. Something told me I had struck gold; I pressed my lips against his temple, giving his hair a gentle tug as I spoke; “You’re doing so good for me, Rome,”

Roman bit his lip, hoping to suppress his next shaky breath. “Shut up,”

“Such a good boy,” I didn’t even try to hide the smirk that spread across my lips as I watched Roman’s hips buck up into his hand, pre-cum dripping down all over his long fingers. 

“Yeah?” he whimpered, a grunt following as he surrendered. I knew Roman was close by the way he sped up, his body tensing with anticipation as his lips parted in pleasure.

This was almost too much for me as well, the hard beating of my heart giving away my own arousal. “You’re perfect,” I breathed, leaning down to press a kiss against his cheek.

I wasn’t sure whether it was a whimper or a groan that Roman let out, but as his hips bucked up into his fist once more, I pulled away to watch thick ropes of cum seep out of his cock, decorating his toned lower abdomen. Roman threw his head back, letting out a rather breathy moan as his cock twitched, the last remnants leaking down his shaft. 

I held my breath as I watched the scene before me, the whole image of it etching itself into my brain. “Rome, holy fuck,” I knew I was definitely going to replay this in my head in times of need. 

Definitely.

(a/n: cue the inspo lol)

[artgirl130]

oh i desperately need a taggie/rupert fic that's heavily based on the nanny, and i need it now 🙏

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rivals season 2 confirmed, this is for deranged eldest daughters only

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RIVALS SEASON 2 BABY!!!!!!

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I’ll be going about my day and then remember rupert, who was ready to give up on taggie, to protect her from himself and to keep his promise to declan, his eyes wide and his heart racing when taggie tells him she doesn’t want anyone but him. rupert, who had never experienced unadulterated, unconditional love until her, reaching her because he knows she’s already spiraling, thinking he doesn’t reciprocate, not really, and telling her that he’s stuck, and even so, being brave like taggie is, telling her that he can’t breathe without her. admitting it to himself and to her, aloud, for the first time. needless to say, my day is over.

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hand flex / knuckle bite

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#to be known is to be loved LIZZIE VEREKER and FREDDIE JONES Rivals S01E04

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Getting spit roasted by Rupert Campbell Black and Declan O’Hara STAYS on my brain

Especially if Declan has a daddy kink !!!

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me when there’s age gap enemies to lovers slow burn at the function

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Rivals (2024— ) 1.02, directed by Elliot Hegarty

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the fact that eldest-daughter taggie has been parentified her whole life and is forced to take care of everyone and everything and then rupert just comes along and tries to quietly make things better for her in addition to giving her gorgeous and deserved gifts AND continuously affirming her even when she's at her lowest CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT

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Rivals GIFS by barkovsasha; GO GIFS by fuckyeahgoodomens

True love means rescuing their book(s).

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the Gwayne and Criston scene was just. Look man I was trying to act normal by making brash paternalistic threats about the virtue of my sister who I haven’t seen in 20 years and expressed her unhappiness to me so I figured I could try to fix the problem with violence as is expected of me as a chivalrous lordling but you started monologuing about the futility of existence and how being raised as a soldier in a feudal system means dehumanization because we are all acting as cogs for a machine which can only be lubricated with blood and which offers brutality as both punishment and reward and thus cannot be used as a moral guide and as a man who fills a very similar role to yours I have never considered this and I don’t want to and actually you’re such a fucking bummer it seems crueler to let you live so if you must keep sniffing my sister’s underwear do it somewhere else. Asshole.

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Gwayne spent like a week at most in the red keep and then thought “this place is toxic as fuck I think I’m going to go back to battle and possibly die for the sake of my mental health”

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welcome back margaery and loras tyrell

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you're serving. your father is unemployed and you're serving