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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

[rafesangelita]

♡ just dilf!rafe making sure everything is to his liking when his precious little bunny comes home from all of her beauty appointments!

warnings: fluff, bunny being a lil clingy, suggestive language, use of the nickname ‘daddy’ (pls scroll if it’s not for you), heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), praise, finger sucking, slight overstimulation

a/n: i recently got all of my beauty appointments done so this felt fitting lol. read more of dilf!rafe x bunny!reader here <3

wc: 1.4k

while rafe never let you step out of the house by yourself, there was very few instances when he did. going out with your girlfriends and paying for all of your appointments was one of those things, and he didn’t mind in the slightest. the day would start very early in the morning so that you’d have enough time to get everything done. rafe would watch you from the front door as you basically hopped down the driveway in excitement before getting into your best friend’s obnoxiously pink car, your lip gloss still sparkling on his lips from when you kissed him before leaving.

maybe it was the father instinct inside of him, but rafe made it a point to always pay for you and your besties meals, the idea of you going hungry or having an empty stomach just not sitting right with him. you and your friends would start the day by knocking out whatever took the longest, so that all of you could breeze through the extra upkeep and still go shopping afterwards. despite rafe tracking your location and checking where you were at religiously, he still wanted you to text him and send him photos and updates throughout the day.

he’d smile down at his phone whenever your contact name, which you came up with by yourself, would pop up on his screen.

[1:15 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i miss you sooo much already daddy. thank you for the food it was yummy <3 me and the girls still have a handful of things to do but i’m hoping to be done soon!!

[2:57 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i think you’re going to reallyyy like the color of my nails!! my toes came out super cute too 🎀

[4:03 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: (1 attached image) look at this pink flatiron at the salon! i need one just like this! pretty pleaseeee!

he’d reply to each message, even going ahead and buying that flatiron with overnight delivery so you could have it in your pretty hands in no time. you two would go on like this until you’d finally send him that ‘on my way!’ text, a relieved sigh falling from his lips. as much as he liked for you to have your girl time, he selfishly wanted to have you all to himself more than anything. rafe had already been anticipating your arrival, your favorite candles already lit up upstairs in his bedroom. it wasn’t long before he heard the faint bump of music outside, your playful yelp sounding from down the driveway as you struggled to carry all of your shopping bags.

rafe was quick to help you out, your best friends teasingly telling him hi as he briefly waved at them before guiding you inside. “oh, i missed you!” you didn’t waste any time in throwing your arms around his neck, the scent of sweet vanilla filling up his senses. you clung to him like a koala, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he made his way upstairs. “yeah? i missed you more.” you breathed him in, smiling softly against his chest as he put your bags down on the chair he had in the corner. “everything go good?” he took a seat at the edge of the bed, resting his hands on the soft globes of your ass.

“mhmm!” you nodded, “i’m happy with how everything came out.” rafe pecked your lips before helping you up on your feet. “let me get a good look at you.” standing up, you couldn’t help but feel shy as he scanned over your figure agonizingly slow. “your hair looks real nice, baby, that style suits you.” your cheeks heated at the simple compliment. “wow look at your lashes, ‘you try out a different lash map?” you gasped softly, hitting his shoulder playfully. “look at you using girly terms!” rafe was bound to learn about the stuff you’d be rambling on and on about, your lashes being one of many things he now knew the intricacies of.

“your eyebrow lady did a real good job, too.” you wiggled your brows suggestively, fluttering your lashes at him while he took your hand in his. “you were right, i absolutely love this color on you,” he took in the pinky nude of your manicure, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, “let me see those toes.” you giggled, bringing your foot to his lap as you held onto his arms for leverage. “wow, you got a bow charm?” you smiled down at the sight, “yes! isn’t it so cute? she even put on some rhinestones for free because i’m a regular!” rafe massaged the back of your calf, guiding you back down on the bed.

“damn, bunny, and your skin is so soft, you got that full body wax?” you welcomed him between your thighs, running your freshly manicured nail down the side of his jaw. “yes, i know how much you like it..” he kissed you deeply, his lower half grinding down on where you needed him most. you couldn’t help the whine from leaving your lips, your glazed orbs shining with something mischievous. “do you want to see how that came out, too?” rafe smiled, his fingers already hooking between your skirt and the waistband of your panties. “yeah? you gonna let daddy inspect you?”

once your clothes were off and forgotten about on the floor, rafe took your thighs and spread them open to expose your bare cunt, the look on his face making you take your bottom lip between your teeth. “fuck,” he marveled, “you’re just so pretty, you know that?” you smiled, melting under his gentle touch. he looked up at you as if to ask ‘can i?’ before you nodded. rafe sat back on his heels, stroking your glistening folds as you writhed with desire. “i need to be inside of you so bad..” oh, how bad you needed that too. “rafe, we can’t have sex for at least a full twenty-four hours.” you pouted.

“but we did it last time.” you giggled, shaking your head. “i know, but i’m so sensitive..” rafe sighed, leaning down so he could whisper against your lips. “would a little touching hurt, though?” you gasped when he slipped a digit inside your entrance, his long digit filling you just right. with the pad of his thumb, he began rubbing hard circles on your clit, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “you’re so perfect, always dressing and getting dolled up the way i want you to.” he curled his finger, nudging that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars.

your back arched softly off of the bed, your fingers intertwining with his own. he kept his eyes on your trembling form, your mouth falling open as moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “i’m so close, ray..” the man above you lowered his head between your thighs, popping his digits into your mouth so you could taste yourself on his fingers. “so soft and smooth, i could eat this cunt for days.” you cried out loud when you felt his tongue prod at your opening, the tip of his nose finding your sensitive bud. “fuckkk!” you covered your mouth at the slip up, yelping when you felt rafe pinch your inner thigh.

“what have i told you about cussing?” he groaned, pulling away from your soaked pussy before diving back in again, your hands shooting up to cup your tits. rafe watched your face carefully, the rise and fall of your chest being a telltale sign that you were going to finish soon. you felt the familar heat begin to simmer in your tummy, your thighs threatening to snap shut as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every stroke of rafe’s tongue. “oh, my god!” your eyes rolled back when the band in your tummy finally snapped, your orgasm hitting you in waves of pure bliss.

your breath shook as you thrashed against rafe’s mouth, your thighs locking around his head as he pinned you down by your hips. your mouth opened but no sound, except for a pathetic shriek came out, your hands fighting rafe off in an attempt to pull away from him. that only made him grip you tighter, his tongue working relentlessly on your poor cunt. it wasn’t until you tapped out, your nails digging into rafe’s arm before he gave you a final kiss, his gentle hands massaging into the skin of your calves. you whimpered as rafe helped you come down from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your vision hazy.

rafe licked his lips clean, palming at the hard-on in his boxers. “how about just the tip?” all it took was one blissful glance at him through your lashes before he was yanking you towards the edge of his bed by your ankles.

[starkeyssweetheart]

❤︎ kook!princess!reader x rafe cameron headcanons

kook!princess!reader who was an extremely shy kid when she first met rafe, clutching her mother’s hand and cowering behind her knees as they went to greet their new neighbours. rafe who doesn’t exactly remember their first meeting but has been protecting her ever since.

kook!princess!reader who practically lives at tannyhill, because her parents are always out or working and she has no siblings. rafe who always pretends to complain about her sleepovers with sarah but ends up standing nearby and watching whatever chick flick they end up putting on (or watching her intently).

kook!princess!reader who is a total health nut with extensive morning rituals. rafe who knows every detail about her, making her favourite tea just the way she likes it. princess who forces him to drink green smoothies for him to counteract all the drugs and drinking.

kook!princess!reader who never learnt how to drive but doesn’t need to because rafe drives her everywhere anyway. she is the ultimate passenger princess and has full control over the music. rafe tries to convince her to let him teach her but she refuses, too scared to be on the road.

rafe who is always ready to fight for princess. the only thing that can truly hurt him is seeing her precious doe eyes fill with tears. grumpy to everyone but her ofc.

kook!princess!reader who doesn’t realise that rafe has basically staked his claim over her and that’s why the guys in obx are scared to hit on her, except jj ofc. rafe who would rather scare off everyone else than admit his own feelings to her.

kook!princess!reader who fell first, not wanting to admit her crush on her best friend’s brother. rafe who fell harder, vowing to be a better man before he ever committed to her.

kook!princess!reader who wears the cameron signet ring around her neck (comfort necklace much).

kook!princess!reader and rafe who often have sleepovers together too, sharing a bed but claiming to just be friends. princess who has a drawer full of his clothes. rafe who conveniently wakes up in the morning with his arms wrapped around her.

kook!princess!reader x rafe who watch random romcoms together. rafe who has to tell her ‘that’s so unrealistic’ ever five minutes.

rafe who takes her shopping every weekend without fail. kook!princess!reader who makes sure to buy him at least five new outfits when they go.

rafe who finally got tired of practicing perfect self control around her, snapping in the fitting rooms on one of her shopping trips. kook!princess!reader who doesn’t hold back, despite being extremely nervous about the whole ordeal.

kook!princess!reader who is shy during her first time with rafe. rafe who practically gets off at just the blush on her cheeks.

rafe who is obsessed with princess’ hair. with all of the time, money and effort that goes into maintaining it, he can’t help but revel in its beauty. definitely makes sure to hold it during sex and wears her hair tie around his wrist wherever he goes.

rafe who has a soft spot for princess’ mom because they have the same doe eyes that he’s weak for. he often spends his free time checking up on her and visiting for lunches when he’s not with princess.

i love these two but can’t think of anymore yet 😭

(next / more)

[kokoskingdom]

i need these niggas dead

I rewatched sonic prime last night and man,, they’re so in love

[caio-cc]

Caio x Serenity - The Big Day Collection

The Big Day Collection is a collaboration between me and my partner Serenity. We seek to bring romance and delicacy through designs inspired by gardens and flowers, after all, love needs to be cultivated in the same way.

We crafted carefully every detail, from the design of the dresses to the design of each element that is present in the lace. The collection's palette is rich in different shades of white and also in subtle and graceful pastel tones. We hope to make your sim's Big Day much more special with this collection. ❤

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[snoozeeroo]

modern arcane university au continued 👽 introducing viktor's chunky cat ❤

[cakeries]

ㅤི ⊹⠀.⠀ 𝑘𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑎 𓇼

[reblog-spam-assassin]

You got yourself a friend for life.

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley with a wife that loves to cook him lunches. I like to think this is in the same universe as this blurb. CW : None. Pure fluff

Simon loves waking up, having a shower, and then coming downstairs to see a plate of breakfast on the kitchen island, and you, in the kitchen, wearing one of his shirts as your pyjamas.

Simon loves wrapping his arms around your waist as you cook whatever you're making for him.

And it's not as though he demands it, or expects it. Ever since the two of you got married and you got to work from home instead of in the office, you would make Simon lunch.

It wasn't always in the morning, either. Sometimes you would just show up to the 141 base, greeting everyone with a sweet smile. Before handing Simon a still warm container of food.

Simon loved your cooking, but something he loved even more was the ego boost he received from his mates. Johnny especially.

Johnny always commented on what Simon had for lunch. Expressing how good it was and how he wishes he had a 'bonnie lass' at home that would make lunch for him.

Then, Simon made the mistake of telling you about Johnny's words.

Simon had said it in passing while the two of you were cuddling in bed. Chuckling to himself, not even noticing the pout on your lips.

He shouldn't have been surprised when in the morning, he saw two containers, instead of one. One labeled "Simon ‪‪❤︎‬", the other labeled "Johnny ‪‪❤︎‬".

Simon slid the container across the table as he sat across from Johnny. The scotsman looking confused before his eyes lit up.

"She cook this for me, did she?" Johnny smiled brightly.

"Aye. But don't get a big head about it" Simon glared.

"How can I no' get a big head aboot it? sweet lass she is. Migh' have tae steal her from ye"

"don't even think about it"

"She e'en put a heart nex' tae ma name, Simon. She must fancy me"

"I'm telling her you hated the food"

"No! dinnae dae that ye big brute! she'll think A'm a bastard!"

"You are one"

Simon brought home two empty containers that night. Telling you about how Johnny groaned with every mouthful and nearly licked the container clean.

You also started receiving sloppy kisses on the cheek from Johnny whenever you brought lunch in during the day for your husband and his best friend.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[sunrisemill]

This might actually be me if the triplets don’t post a video of them in Milan

[lnvierno]

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝,

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 ྇݁🥝🪷 ͏ ິํ้ꕥ

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏我希望你能坚持下去 🩷ᅟີ͙̣͙◌⃘࣭ٜ࣪࣪࣪۬ ˳༚༅༚

[chososcutie]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ─── BOUND BY VOWS, TORN BY DESIRE ─── ۫ ׅ ✧ ⊰

pairing ── satoru gojo x reader

teaser ── your kingdoms have been at war for what seems the longest time, ancient ancestors dating back bloodlines never ceasing in their feud. but now, with the upcoming of a new age, and a desperate need for heirs with an old, dying king on the throne, you are forced to resolve and seal the peace by marrying prince satoru, of an opposing nation.

content ── fluff, slow burn, heavy angst, eventual smut, royal!au, forced proximity, arranged marriage, one bed troupe, mommy issues, jealousy, historic!au, language, mention of drinking, kissing

count ── 5k

author’s note ── thank you to everyone who voted for this series!! this is going to be a multi part story, and i hope to continue if it does well, also i think i’m going to make more series’ down the line because this was fun :)

in two days you were to marry prince satoru.

it was at the crux of the two kingdoms' warring, and father was weak and desperate in those times.

your mother had grown unusually cruel, even more so than usual, her voice sharp and reprimanding, put under pressure by the ongoing conflict that never seemed to be getting better.

you were heartbroken when they told you, but not surprised. you had hoped you would get to choose your own partner to spend the rest of your life with, but it seems cruel fate had other plans.

you had tried to reason with your mother to get out of it, that there were other ways to resolve a war other than sending off your daughter to be married to an unknown man from another kingdom, but she was having none of it.

it was really a matter of convenience. a way to set up a peace treaty, arrange a marriage, and combine two impossibly rich kingdoms? you had known your parents long enough to know they never loved in the way they were supposed to, always king and queen before mother and father, and that they’d take this opportunity in a heartbeat, no matter the cost.

you hadn’t however, known how soon everything would progress, until days later when you received an invitation in the mail, unsigned, and enclosed in a thick brown envelope, complete with the royal seal stamped pristinely on the front.

we hereby invite you to the royal marriage of… it read in rich gold lettering, looping cursive filling the page. little illustrations litter the margins, and a single grainy folded-up picture flutters out upon its opening.

when you unfurl it, it reveals the man you were to marry.

prince satoru gojo, in all his glory, wearing a pristine white and gold suit, a coy smile curving his lips, and soft, cloudy white hair fluffed up, a sword at his hip and azure blue eyes boring into yours.

for a second all you can do is stare, taken aback by his beauty.

you had heard of how gorgeous the prince was, being the talk of almost every woman in the kingdom for his good looks and charm, but you had never seen him up until now.

he was drop-dead ravishing. the kind of beauty one saw only in dreams.

“i see you’ve received the invitation.”

your mother’s calculated voice.

you quickly wheel around, her eyes fixed on you coolly. “we’ve gotten word to head to the gojo clan estate now. they will receive you there.”

“but..” you start, hoping against hope that maybe you could get through to her, and beg her not to send you off.

“please don’t disappoint us.” she eyes you disdainfully. “this arrangement means a lot for our kingdom, and it’d do you well to start thinking about what’s best for your disciples rather than your own wants.”

you stare at her. was she calling you selfish for not wanting to wed a man you had never met?

suddenly, the heavy hoofbeats of a horse-drawn carriage breaks the silent tension stretching between you two, a graceful steady gait of horses coming toward you causing you to quickly turn back to your mom, eyes pleading.

“please.. don’t make me.”

in your wildest dreams, her eyes soften and she looks at you with something different then, something resembling love, before scooping you up into her arms and kissing you on the forehead like a mother would, calling you her precious only daughter, and promising to never send you off, and what was she thinking, before calling off the wedding completely.

but instead, she stares at you, detached as if you were nothing more than a pawn in her intricate chessboard of royalty, your worth determined only by what you could provide for the kingdom.

the carriage comes to a halt in front of you, horses snorting and whinnying as you stare back at the face that looks so much like your own, only lacking the empathy you had always longed for.

“get in the carriage.” she says simply.

and realizing she’s not going to change her mind, you study her face for the last time, as if committing it to memory, that same stony unchanging expression that had been with you all through your childhood, before opening the door, and looking ahead, eyes hollow.

maybe this new husband wouldn’t be that bad, after all.

after a few hours of the carriage lurching and bumping along cobblestone trodden pathways, your head craning to look out from the slightly drawn curtains, you make it.

and just as you imagined, prince satoru's estate is big.

in fact, big didn’t even begin to describe it, with towering iron-wrought gates, and a winding driveway all leading up to a fairy-tale like palace.

statues of noble figures stand tall, outlined against its magnificence, and the castle itself is a rich ivory color, accented with shimmers of golden turrets reaching up into the sky, their tips brushing the clouds themselves.

quickly, you are ushered out, the carriage door held open for you by the coachman, and before you get a chance to take in the elegant grounds of the estate, royal servants are already waiting to greet you, all polite smiles as they advise you to follow them inside.

on the way, they tell you that you were to be properly welcomed to the gojo clan before tomorrow's highly anticipated ceremony, in the form of meeting the king and queen in charge, along with your husband to-be.

you take the chance to glance around, taking in all your surroundings, everything ancient and wooden, with small adornings of mythological figures decorating the walls along with paintings dating back to centuries-old wars, history written all across the panelling prominently.

finally, the royal attendants come to a stop in front of a long-winding corridor, leading all the way down toward an ornate wooden door, its magnificent size amongst the others causing it to stand out notably.

"this is master gojo's suite, and where you will be staying with him for the rest of your time here." says the servant nearest to you, beginning to back up slowly, the others in tow. "the king has asked that you meet with him beforehand, so you two can become acquainted. we shall leave you to it."

and with a final bow of his head, he's gone, leaving you to stand in front of the intimidating mahogany door, its broad outline almost menacing in the dimness of the passageway.

as you make your way to it, you push on it hesitantly, only to be met with resistance as it groans in protest, unwilling to budge.

you try the door handle. locked.

you look up again. you know this is the right door. so why isn't it..?

it opens so suddenly, you with all your weight resting on its frame can't stop yourself. you immediately topple over, letting out a soft oof! of surprise as you crash into something warm yet solid, your body pressing hard against it.

budging.

regaining yourself, you can't help but feel the flexing muscle under your palms, looking down to see a man's chest, his quick exhale of breath making you retract immediately.

and looking up, you're met with the sight of none other than soft white hair and blue eyes coming to blink hazily at you.

a vaguely familiar smirk curving his lips as he sets sights on you.

the man in the picture.

your husband to-be.

satoru.

"hello wifey.." he drawls out, tone almost mocking as he stares down at you, dressed in traditional heavy white robes. "i take it you're excited for the marriage?"

pointedly, his eyes fix on where your other hand is dangerously close to gripping his... lower half, so to speak.

flustered, you instantly step back, face blushing immensely. "m-my apologies my lord, i didn't mean to be so forward. i was sent here to meet you before the meeting, and.."

you notice his teasing grin seems to drop for a moment, eyes searching the halls for signs of life. once he knows you two are the only ones, his expression hardens, blue eyes becoming unreadable.

you were alone together.

"lets get one thing straight, princess. you're here to fulfill your role, nothing more, nothing less. i don't care for pleasantries. there's no reason for us to pretend we're anything other than strangers bound by a marriage of convenience."

you try to back away, eyes wide as you make a small involuntary noise in the back of your throat, but he doesn’t let you, coming closer.

"we'll carry out the duties expected of us, and that's all." he continues. "do what is necessary, but don't make the mistake of thinking i'm interested in anything beyond that."

you bristle slightly at his words. "oh, you think i want this? you think i want to be married to you? in a foreign enemy kingdom i don’t even know? because i don't! but there's no way of getting out of it, so why can't you at least afford to be nice?"

he scoffs. "nice? you and your kingdom have ruined my life! you've robbed me of any chance i had at making my own life choices, and i'm supposed to be "nice?"

"why are you acting like i made this marriage? it's not my fault! that's the whole point of an arranged marriage, it's arranged for you!" you don't even realize you're raising your voice until your words begin to echo off the vast walls, bouncing around you tersely. "and if i had, i certainly wouldn't have picked an asshole such as yourself.”

he steps closer, tilting his head at you. “careful what you say about your husband, sweetheart. or you just might get yourself in trouble.”

you know you should stop before you escalate things, but you can’t help it, jutting your lip out at him in a mocking pout. “yeah? make me then.”

in a heartbeat, he has you pinned against the wall behind you, one thigh holding up your weight as the warmth of his bulky frame surrounds you, cerulean blue eyes raking across your face steadily.

you let out a small gasp of surprise, but quickly recover, eyes narrowing on him fiercely.

he leans ever so slightly closer, crowding your space completely as his loud, sultry patchouli cologne surrounds you, alluring and familiar all at once.

his breath ghosting over your lips, is warm and cinnamon-y, as he stares down at you, eyes lidded and just daring you to defy him again.

"excuse me, mister and mistress gojo? your presence is requested now."

immediately, satoru jumps back as if stung, eyes lingering on you a moment longer, before stalking away in temporary surrender.

you push off the wall, feeling the servant's eyes on you questioningly, but not bothering to indulge him, simply brushing yourself off before rapidly following suit.

“your majesties, it is truly an honor to meet you both.” you take a small curtsy to the king and queen you were standing before, lifting your dress to show respect.

satoru rolls his eyes subtly, shifting beside you.

his father shoots him a look, all graying hair and wise crinkling eyes. “the pleasure is all mine, my dear. it’s nice to meet someone with proper mannerisms and respect for the crown.”

you smile. “yes, well i was raised in a kingdom, after all.”

beside him, satoru’s mother, the queen, grants you a kind smile, long white hair flowing around her mirroring her son's. “that you were.” she agrees. “which is why we are so honored to have you here at our own, and to finally resolve the peace that has been fleeting for so long. you have no idea how much this marriage means to both us and the kingdom.”

satoru sighs.

instantly, the queen’s eyes bore into him. “i’m sure you’ve been acquainted with your husband, prince satoru. he is just as pleased as the rest of us for this opportunity you and your kingdom have bestowed upon us, it was rather benevolent of them, and we are eternally in their debt.”

you get the feeling that they've been having disagreements with the arranged marriage, judging by their body language, and instantly the air grows thicker, more tense.

before the situation can progress however, the queen clears her throat, smiling politely at you. "why, it's been a long day, and i'm sure you're tired, sweetheart."

her attention turns toward her son, her voice holding a warning to it that you can't ignore. "satoru. walk with her to your rooms please, and accommodate her."

he nods, and doesn't even wait to see if you're following before retreating hastily, leaving you to chase after him.

finally, you find yourself back in front of the long-winding hallway leading to his─your─ bedroom, and he pauses, as if remembering something.

"we're going to have to share a bed."

your heart skips a beat, breath catching in your throat as he opens the door to reveal a mahogany bed, draped with quilted covers and over-extravagant silk pillows slightly rumpled by sleep. you had forgotten that as a married couple, it would be custom for you two to sleep together, just the thought of being in such a close, intimate space with him causing your pulse to race, whether with anger or.. something else, you can’t tell.

"no we're not." you move toward the bed, grabbing spare pillows and blankets to make your own on the plush carpet, vowing to stay as far as possible from that stuck-up prince.

you hear him sigh from where he's leaning against the doorway watching you.

footsteps pad across the floor toward you, before coming to a stop. "listen. i know this isn't ideal, but it is part of our arrangement to sleep in the same bed, as a married couple."

you gaze up at him coolly. "i'm sleeping here."

he runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "this is part of what is expected of us, and we need to fulfill our duties as a royal couple. just.. get on the bed, and face the other direction, if you must."

you ignore him, tucking yourself into the blankets you had set up with a small yawn, turning to face away from him pointedly.

all is silent for a single, peaceful moment, but then, two unfairly muscular arms are wrapping around your frame, and lifting, scooping you up into him as with a squeal, you kick, trying to get away.

one of your feet makes contact with his side, and he lets out a low grunt before throwing you roughly onto his stupidly huge bed.

"keep fighting all you want, sweetheart. i can do this all night."

for some reason, his words come off more provocative than anything, and you can't help the fact that the stern sultry purr of his coupled with it tinges your cheeks pink ever so subtly.

"i'll tell you one thing about this arranged marriage. as my wife, you are going to listen, and you are going to obey what i tell you, okay? i will not put up with attitude and immaturity.”

your cheeks warm at being scolded like a child, and all you can do is scoff in disbelief before turning over, resigned to your spot on the bed, vowing to stay as far away from him as possible.

you scoot all the way to the edge, squeezing your eyes shut angrily as tears of frustration prick at you.

just who was he to boss you around?

a few terse minutes tick by, with both of you silent, facing away from each other, the only sound being satoru's soft puffs of breath, sleep eluding you further.

you’re trying your best not to let your skin make contact with his in the slightest, but it’s proving difficult with the way his weight makes the bed dip in the middle, trying to draw you toward himself.

this was going to be a looong night.

you figure you eventually fall asleep at some point, because when you open your eyes again, sunlight is peeking through the windows, and something hard and hot is pressed stiffly against your back, insistent with its prodding.

you reach down, half-asleep, to move it away, but your hand connects with something pulsing and.. large. you trail your hand further up, eyes scrunching in confusion only to feel a small shudder under your palm, someone breathing fast and loud right next to you.

satoru.

you instantly scramble away, eyes wide, in your haste falling off and hitting the floor with a low thud.

this wakes him up, half-lidded eyes opening to take in your tangled form on the ground. “what are you doing?”

“y-you..!” you sputter out, frozen as you stare at him in disbelief.

he follows your gaze to his pants, a straining bulge printed on the front clearly.

his cheeks warm, and he looks down, mumbling under his breath. "mornin' wood.."

before you can bring yourself to speak however, two sharp knocks against the door break the awkward silence, followed by the voice of a servant outside.

"madame and master, it’s time to prepare you both for the wedding ceremony."

“ow!”

you scrunch your eyes tightly, pain washing over you in waves.

the stylist pauses, taking in your expression sympathetically before resuming to tug at your poor hair, putting it up into an intricate updo, a plaited bun with face-framing hairs and bangs, hot curlers and bobbypins attacking you left and right.

"just sit still, dear." one pushes your head back, while another tilts your face to the side to furiously blend foundation on your cheeks.

this day would only come once, in your lifetime at least, and being a royal wedding, of course, everything had to be perfect.

you and satoru were being relied on as human peace treaties to prove to the world that for the first time, your kingdoms were united, marking the official end of the war.

which is why, not only were appearances important, but also your actions towards satoru had to be convincing enough for the clan to wholeheartedly believe you two were in love, and effectively stop the fighting at hand.

so today was more important than ever that you look fully and maddeningly in love with satoru gojo.

you sigh to yourself, but suddenly your thoughts are cut off by the proud voice of your main stylist taking a step back to admire her handiwork.

"perfect. absolutely perfect." the rest nod in agreement, and with a few last touches, you're ready.

and as you all head to where the ceremony would be held, to describe how you're feeling right now as overwhelmed would be an understatement.

currently, there's about two thousand people waiting for you, all elegantly dressed, their heads held high with self-importance.

even the palace is decorated for the occasion, banners and emblems of the gojo clan stamp hanging proudly over the room, while decorative flowers in vases cover every available surface.

you shift your feet nervously, waiting for your signal to walk the aisle, praying that you wouldn't trip or embarrass yourself, fidgeting with your dress anxiously.

the wedding dress in question, was a classic take on a vintage ball gown look, with a too tight-fitting cream-colored corset billowing out dramatically from the waist into a poofy, tulle skirt, and currently it was killing you as you tried to take deep breaths, its taut stiffness practically constricting your lungs.

to make matters worse, it pushed your breasts obnoxiously up, and showed off your outline far too much to be comfortable, contouring every curve distinctively.

before you can try and pull it down however for what seems the hundredth time, the renowned quality of a simple elegant instrumental begins playing, signifying your entrance, and time seems to stop.

your heels click softly on the marbled stone, each step seeming to magnify in the large room spread out before you.

highly prestigious people, who had dismissed you before as nothing but a simple child princess living in her daddy’s kingdom were now all craning their heads to get a better look at you, hushed gasps and chatter sweeping through the crowd as you pass.

slowly, you begin to make your way down the dramatically decorated aisle, and as you get closer to the altar, you spot satoru, leaning slightly, cerulean eyes focused solely on you.

he’s dressed elegantly, in a frilly suit that matches the color of his eyes, all extravagant buttons and poofy sleeves, with crisscrossing gold lace, and a white overspilling cravat on the front.

he tilts his head as if to study the dress you're in, intense blue gaze raking up and down to ravish your clearly outlined figure.

your cheeks flush, his effect on you instantaneous as unbearable though he is.

slowly, you come to stand at your spot beside him, nervous as you look around at the crowd.

what happens next, you hadn't been expecting at all.

as one, they get up, and shower you both in applause, claps as precise and unified as their owners, the sound heard all the way around the entire palace, as they all give a standing ovation to their new king and queen of a new era.

the blush creeps up your neck, and you look around at your new subjects, all of them cheering for you.

after a minute or so of this, they begin to gradually quiet, sitting back down while both you and satoru turn to face each other.

the royal priest clears his throat for attention, and begins his long winding speech, garbled words slurring together as you stare at satoru.

he was so beautiful, breathtakingly so. his white hair is fluffed up, showing his high cheekbones, and he even has a bit of makeup on him, contour and powder.

in fact you’re staring at him so intensely, so swept up in him, you don’t even realize the priest is talking to you until he’s raising an eyebrow at you expectantly, the crowd hushed.

“huh?” you hear yourself say, embarrassment pinking your cheeks.

he clears his throat, speaking a little louder. “do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better..”

when you glance back at satoru, he’s looking at the priest, but there’s a curve to his mouth, amusement glinting in his eyes.

insufferable.

you take a second to let your eyes roam the audience, and happen to land on a particular face, one you hadn’t seen before.

she's wearing a knee-length navy blue dress, one that highlights her chubby figure and pudgy stomach, and a hat which covers most of her face. her head, though covered, is bowed low, as if in shame, which stands out to you as most of the audience is gazing up, at you and satoru, heads perked for a better look.

before you have time to further analyze however, you’re snapped back to the priest who is finishing up his speech.

“..till death do thy part. do you pledge your faithfulness and devotion, and promise to be thy loving wife, forevermore?”

your head starts to spin, the weight of his words sinking into you fully. you were to be with this man, whom you hadn’t even met before yesterday, for the rest of your life. all your hopes and dreams outside of the kingdom may as well come crashing down on your head once you were to speak those forsaken words.

after today, you would be queen, alongside your husband, the king.

at the very thought of being so responsible, the words stick in your throat, face paling. you have the urge to say no, to call the whole thing off, to truly disappoint your parents and disgrace satoru’s family for eternity, because this was your life. your life, and nobody got to take that from you.

you force a smile. “i do.”

the ring-bearer comes up to you, a ring on a fluffed pillow for you to take, its band gold and cool in your palm as you pick it up, a baby blue gem encrusted with the gojo symbol across it staring back.

you had never chose, nor seen this ring in your life.

he turns to satoru. “and do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to..”

you turn to satoru, expecting to see that same playful smirk, but something else has replaced it, more open and raw.

maybe he was feeling the implications too?

“..promise to be thy loving husband, forevermore?”

he swallows, pauses for a second too long, before speaking, the words cool and strangely detached. “i do.”

his ring comes, silver and chiseled with symbols of royalty, all sleek metal and polished, shining pristinely in the light. it has diamonds encrusted all over it, each worth more than a house, along with his precious initials, s.g, carved into it.

he takes it without looking at it.

“then by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you man and wife.” he turns toward satoru. "you may now kiss the bride."

your mouth goes dry, and for a second, all you can do is gape at satoru while the priest's words register in your head.

shit. how could you have forgotten you would be expected to kiss him? it was a wedding after all.

satoru's mouth curves up as he leans in slightly toward your ear, his hair brushing you. “c’mon princess, kiss your husband for the audience, yeah?”

you blush, and oblivious to all the people and the priest standing less than a foot away, he goes on, “although, don't be too good of a kisser, or i might get used to..."

before he can continue, you grab his face in your hands, pressing your lips hard against his, if just to make him shut up, and he pauses, taken aback, before slowly his hand creeps up to cup your cheeks gingerly, hesitantly leaning in to it.

the crowd all cheers around you, but you can’t even hear them anymore, all of it fading around you.

he's your first kiss.

he tastes like cinnamon and clove, like something spicy and reckless, his tongue already coming to meet yours in a brash tangle.

as quickly as he had been on you however, he draws away, wiping his mouth with that same lopsided smirk tilting his lips upward, leaving you practically dizzy.

and as the rest of the ceremony drones on, you can't help yourself from wanting more.

it wasn't enough to leave you satisfied, and now that you've gotten a taste, you fear you might not ever get enough.

after the wedding ceremony, there was to be a reception where only the most prestigious and important of people would attend.

it was held in the palace ballroom, lavishly decorated for the occasion with crystal chandeliers, and silk draped tables filled with shiny silverware, everything overly classy and elegant.

when you enter beside satoru, they're already serving flutes of champagne, people milling about amiably and making pleasant conversation.

and if you thought you were popular before as a princess, you had no idea the kind of attention being a hot topic like you were now would bring.

before you're even two steps inside, there's already people surrounding you to congratulate you on your marriage, kiss you on the cheek in greeting, and welcome you as newfound queen to the throne.

after a few minutes of this, with no sign of the crowd of people easing up, you begin to get nervous.

there's just no way you can see to get out of it, and as you start to feel claustrophobic, your body being pushed and jostled by all these people wanting to meet, you feel a warm hand on the small of your back, guiding you away from the crowd.

satoru.

“i think it’s time for a dance.” he says before grabbing your warm, gloved hands in his, and twirling you out to the center of the dance floor, where a few couples were already swaying to a slow tune.

satoru takes his hands, placing them on either side of your waist, just above your hips, a lazy smirk curling his mouth up as his touch seems casual, natural almost.

it seems almost genuine, the way he flirts with you in the public eye only to blatantly disregard you in private.

well, two could play at that game.

you wrap your arms around his neck, and draw yourself closer, lips hovering above his, your front rubbing against him dangerously.

he inhales sharply, eyes flickering with heat for a second but before you get the chance to revel in the fact you could draw a reaction from him, he starts spinning you.

you gasp as he whirls you around, before starting to glide back and forth with you across the dance floor, a smug grin on his face as you try and keep up.

luckily for you, as royalty you were expected to know how to dance, and your parents had enrolled you in private lessons weekly, your feet falling into familiar steps as you swept along the floor with him.

he takes notice, hands gripping your waist tighter as he sways with you, quickening the pace. “who taught you to dance, princess?”

you can't tell if he's teasing, or being genuine so rather than answer, you glance down, pretending to focus on your steps as you try to ignore the fluttering in your chest.

and finally with one last dramatic twirl, your hands tracing delicate arcs in the air, the music crescendoes and satoru catches you in a perfect dip, your head tilting back with a flourish.

instantly, cheering erupts, the room absolutely filled with clapping and whistling as your chest heaves up and down, still in his arms.

you had been so caught up you hadn't even realized everyone had stopped to watch you two, and with your finish, you were now the center of attention.

and as you seat yourself in a chair across from satoru, the formal banquet about to begin, you finally answer his question, seemingly out of nowhere, making him come to a start as he looks at you.

"my mother put me in dance classes from a young age." you smile bitterly as the memory washes over you. "you know it's funny, she was always the most beautiful dancer in the ballroom at my kingdom, but she wouldn't teach me. said i was "too slow", "had two left feet", "didn't pick up quickly", and i was nothing like her. she had someone else instruct me, and every day i would go and practice as much as i could, in hopes of getting better and pleasing her."

"did you?" satoru presses.

you sigh sadly. "i did, but it was never enough for her. nothing was. i remember thinking when i was younger, that maybe there was something wrong with me, and that's why she couldn't love me. why anyone couldn't love me, really. i've always felt like just a mere decoration in my palace, just another step on my mother's agenda."

what he says next surprises you. "i get what you mean. ever since i was little, my parents have been telling me, "you're going to be king" "one day you're going to overtake the throne" and "think of your future kingdom", when all I ever wanted was to be a child."

he draws nearer to you. "but, that gets taken from you once you're born into a monarchy, right?"

you nod. "that, and everything else down to your way of life, your interests, your dreams.." you break off, eyes flickering down to his lips for a moment. "..your husband."

the conversation between you becomes more intimate as he leans in too, lips above yours, and just as you start to close the distance..

the distinct sound of a fork clinking against a glass.

the royal toasts were starting.

it was from satoru's father, the king, his wise, crinkled smile looking around at all his subjects. "hello everyone. we thank you for coming out tonight to celebrate the birth of a new age, as my son and the daughter of a rival kingdom have come together in marriage, forever binding our palaces as one. this marks the start to a new era."

he pauses, letting the people around break out into clapping, some cheering, before going on.

"as you are aware, i will be stepping back from my role as king, knowing our future is in capable hands, by your new king and queen.."

at that, he lifts a glass toward your table, winking solemnly.

"to satoru, my successor, my pride, and the future of this kingdom. may your reign be long, your rule wise, and may you bring many heirs to this kingdom."

wait.

heirs?

you turn to look at satoru, his face paling.

"to the future, to the kingdom, and to the continuation of our legacy!"

"long live the king!"

[starkeyssweetheart]

test drive (one shot) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

summary: you and rafe ‘test drive’ your brother’s new bike

pairing: daredevil!reader x detective!drew

warnings: flirting, dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, overstimulation

maybe you should’ve listened to rafe; words you had never thought before. he made it extremely clear for you to stay home tonight. and to definitely not touch your brother’s newly stolen bike. but, as always, you couldn’t resist.

your eyes sparkle with pure bliss as you clutch the handles, your glossy lips stretched into a wide grin as you speed down the roads of california to rafe’s house.

you find him immediately, sitting on the porch with a lit cigarette between his lips. he glares at you, almost instinctual at this point, scrutinising your position on the bike. legs spread apart, even in a denim mini skirt, revealing the black lace of your panties. you blink at him innocently.

“like what you see, big guy?” you wag your eyebrows playfully, referring to the new bike. you could tell rafe was restraining himself by the way his jaw clenches and knuckles white with tension. he drops his cigarette, stamping it out with his boot before crossing the distance to you.

“the fuck you think you’re doing, trouble?” he asks, his accent prominent as his eyes burning holes into your skin. after disobeying him and your brother once again, he’s beyond pissed off.

you mock gasp at his grumpy tone, not even attempting to pull down your skirt after it rides up to your hips. “can’t i come and visit my good old pal?”

the corner of his lips tug up at that. “is that what we are?” he asks, eyebrow raised. he stands closer to you than usual, your knee pressed against the side of his hip.

“friends… lovers…. whatever you want, rafey,” you wag your eyebrows again, this time eliciting an eye roll from the older, who is used to your flirtatious antics by now. he curses under his breath, regretting throwing away his cigarette. you watch with bright eyes and a sweet smile as he pulls another one out, lighting it quickly.

before he can even take a puff, you pluck it from his lips, placing it between your own with a smirk and inhaling deeply. his eyes narrow at you, snatching it back easily. “watch it,” he grunts, inhaling himself and blowing out the air away from your face.

you watch him momentarily, simply happy to be in his presence. the danger of it all, you think as you toy with the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning one too many. he grabs your hand quickly, casting you a warning glare.

the next thing you know, rafe tugs you off the bike, gently setting you on the floor before hopping on himself. your smile drops as your regard his position on the ducati. “uhh, what do you think you’re doing?”

taking a final puff of his second cigarette, he throws it to the floor. “get on, trouble. ‘m taking you home,” he glares down at you, but there’s no hostility in it. he gives you an expectant look, waiting for you to sit behind him. instead, you hoist yourself onto the front end of the bike, practically on his lap, faces inches apart.

“don’t push me right now,” his voice is dangerously low as his eyes flickering down to the skirt which much more resembled a belt at how short it was.

he examines your precarious position, dangerously close to the man. your legs on either side of his, you scoot closer so your chest pressed against his. he knows you like to play with him, and it takes every ounce of his self control not to give into you. after all, it would ruin his entire undercover mission. you were convinced he wouldn’t cross the line, even after practically flashing him at every opportunity.

your body heats at your proximity, the california sunset casting golden light over his features as he regards you. “have you ever ridden like this before?” you ask with a playful smile, hands grazing the growing bulge in his jeans as you settle them in your lap.

“backwards?” he clarifies, ignoring the innuendo and catching your wandering hands before you could tease him. you nod and he scoffs. “no, i’m not suicidal.” you laugh at his expression, his lips tugging down with clear disapproval.

“so… we’re test driving this thing?” you ask, smiling at the thought. both of you share a love of racing, and although he hated to admit, driving together. he nods, rolling his eyes as he gives in.

rafe reaches around your waist, ignoring your straying hands as he touches the throttle and brake. your chest, only accentuated by your revealing top, rises and falls in a shallow rhythm, causing a low grunt to sound from him.

“you’re fucking trouble,” he tells you, grabbing your chin and fighting every instinct in his body to not take you there and then. he reaches behind him with one arm, grabbing the spare helmet from the back of the bike and placing it over your head.

adjusting it uncomfortably, you glare at him through the screen, disliking the safety measure. “how are we supposed to make out now?” you huff, half joking as you hold onto his shirt.

“we’ll find a way, gorgeous,” he smirks sarcastically and you’re taken aback momentarily by the switch in his demeanour. was he finally flirting back?

rafe speeds off without warning, causing you to lurch into his body with a hard slam. you grin, enjoying not being coddled for once. it’s easy for the two of you to lose track of time, and it’s dark before you make it to your house, parking inside the garage outside of the silent house.

instead of hopping off of the bike (and him) you remain in his lap, adjusting your position in his lap. you don’t even bother to hide your obvious attempt to create some friction between you, clearly turned on since the moment you saw him.

he lets out a low grunt, his hands gripping your hips tightly to cease your movements. a whine erupts from your throat and he silences you with a look. “you’re fucking trouble,” he tells you for the millionth time, pulling off your helmet in one swift motion.

you barely have time to blink when he’s wrapping your hair in his fist, kissing you with an abrupt, forceful passion that gives you more of a thrill than anything had before. a breathless moan leaves you before you can refrain it from spilling out, leaving you blushing as he tugs your waist closer to him.

your bodies connect like they’ve been dying for this feeling forever. rafe hikes both of your legs around his waist so you’re fully on his lap, his tongue effortlessly sliding into your mouth.

you cross your ankles around his waist, not stopping to think about what this all means, completely lost in the pleasure. threading your fingers into his brown locks, you tug at him impatiently, desiring his touch.

his muscular arms constrict around your waist, pulling you up before laying you down across the bike on your back. he breaks away from you, very much unwillingly for you, as you gasp for breath.

rafe’s apprehension is clear in his eyes as he stares down at you with a conflicted expression. was he willing to jeopardise his work for you? the answer became more clear everyday.

you shake your head slightly, assuming that his conflict was to do with his fear of betraying your older brother, his best friend. “he can’t dictate my entire life, rafe,” you tell him softly, chest still heaving as you try to catch your breath.

he shakes his head, tangling his hand through your hair. “is this what you really want, huh?” he asks gruffly, his other hand drawing circles on your waist. “‘want me to fuck you?” he nudges your nose with his, demanding an answer.

“please, rafe,” you groan, all acts of defiance from before going out the window with pure need for his touch. the anticipation was all-consuming. infuriating.

“please what, sweetheart? if you want something then fucking ask nicely,” he says, voice gruff with lust as he massages your waist, practically dry humping you like a teenager. his hardened length bulges through his jeans, pressing into your heat with a sense of urgency. all of your prior confidence had disappeared at this point, and rafe can see it in your pleading eyes.

“not running your pretty little mouth now, huh?” he taunts, tugging the remainder of your skirt up to reveal your lacy black panties. without warning, he cups your heat, the corner of his lip tugging up as he feels how soaking wet you are. his fingers slip underneath the thin material, running his fingers between your glistening folds. “this wet for me, gorgeous?”

“fuck,” you moan, throwing your head back against the handlebars as he massages your folds ruthlessly. suddenly, he removes his fingers, the lack of contact making you groan, before putting them to his own lips and taking them in his mouth.

“sweeter than i fucking thought,” he licks his lips, leaning down to kiss you again. you barely even notice his hands undoing your top, pulling it off easily and revealing your black lacy bra underneath.

“fuck me,” rafe groans as he closes his eyes, clenching his hands into fists against the hard metal of the bike as he holds himself back from fucking you mindless right then and there.

rafe can no longer restrain himself, already addicted to the taste of your lips. his kisses were nothing you’d had before; the thrill of the rush was incomparable. the built up tension and desire from the last few months had finally erupted as you tear off each other’s clothes with little care for the consequences.

the loud moans he was drawing out of you was enough to make you blush, pulling away for a breather. rafe laughs, amused at your sudden shyness. he holds your chin in place, ensuring you keep eye contact with him even as you lay half naked below him on your brother’s bike. “don’t get shy on me, trouble. been waiting for this for a long time.”

his fingers work to unclasp the back of your bra, watching with decadent satisfaction as your breasts spill out in front of him. he nearly finishes at the sight, adjusting the bulge in his jeans as he stares at you. “so fucking pretty,” he praises you, pressing light kisses to each breast.

you inhale a sharp breath as his hands envelope both of your tits, massaging roughly. rafe already knew you weren’t into the slow and mundane, and he wasn’t about to leave you unsatisfied.

you thought you knew what pleasure was, but as soon as rafe plunged his fingers into your throbbing pussy, you were in another world. with your back arching off the bike, your hands flew to his arm, moaning at his touch as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “so fucking tight, trouble,” he grunts, slipping in another finger without warning as you’re left squirming on the cold metal of the bike.

rafe loved seeing you like this, his endless fantasies somehow coming into fruition. you felt so much better than he expected, wrapped tightly around his fingers, causing his cock to strain against the tightened fabric of his jeans. his thumb rubs hard circles on your clit, unforgiving as you cry out his name repeatedly.

“please, rafe,” you whine, a pleading look in your eyes as you beg for him. “please fuck me.” rafe groans at your words, shaking his head curtly. your begs ceased as your mouth fell open, unable to form coherent words as he relentlessly pumped his fingers into you.

“not yet, trouble,” he whispers lowly into your ear, sucking at your collarbone as your legs begin to shake with an impending orgasm. your chest heaves, unable to catch your breath as he continues, ignoring your cries.

your orgasm was so close you could taste it, eyes rolling back under the sheer force of pleasure. with his thumb rubbing your clit impossibly faster, and his fingers curling inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that made you scream his name, you come with a small cry.

“good girl, baby,” he praises you, your vision blurring as you shake in pleasure. your head rests between his shoulder and the handlebars of the bike as you attempt to regain your breath.

“can’t anymore,” you stutter out, feeling overstimulated as he refuses to stop. he was clearly determined to get another orgasm out of you, pushing you towards the edge one last time. it didn’t take long for the second, already pleasured to the point your vision was blurred and you could barely say his name.

“rafe!” you whimper, eyes screwing closed as he bites at your neck, feeling your orgasm play out. pulling his fingers out, you sigh at the loss of contact, slumping across the bike as he finally lets you go. rafe pecks your forehead, praising you as you regain composure after the aftershocks of your second orgasm.

it’s only after ten minutes when you finally have the strength to speak again, an exhausted but playful smile tugging at your lips. “can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me like this,” you stick your tongue out at him and he smirks, pulling you back up onto his lap and cradling you like a baby.

“yeah, well, don’t fucking tell your brother,” rafe scoffs, feeling a little guilty for hiding the truth from her about why he was so apprehensive to not take her from the beginning. pulling your shirt back over your head, he smiles at your disheveled appearance and the bright look in your eye.

it isn’t until you notice his clothes still in place that you realise he didn’t even get to orgasm himself. “you didn’t get to-” you start but he cuts you off with a hard kiss, tugging at your hair.

after dressing you back in your clothes, he sighs, taking in the sight. “you’re trouble,” he repeats for the umpteenth time, ruffling your locks. “you’re mine now,” he stresses, his intense glare burning into your eyes. your smile stretches.

“wouldn’t have it any other way, big guy.”

a/n: #needthat

[lvioung]

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[bubblyspiral]

the inherent carnal intensity of hands ajfhdcirnckdjfjfjdjcjdjfjfjfj AAAAA!🔥❤🔥❤

hand studies of a little lord and her watcher. closeups under the cut <3