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[pixlokita]

Well… it happens

[gomzdrawfr]

one KIA

[bi-the-wei]

Jiang Cheng said that Lan Wangji truly must be suffering having to put up with Wei Wuxian every day. This was Wei Wuxian's response.

[sleepy-bebby]

[nell0-0]

The hero of time... except not quite

[erwinsvow]

we need more moment where shy!reader was studying and practicing new things to show rafe!! ik that girl is so kinky and it’s always the shy girls <33

YESS omg i srsly love that drabble when i reread it im like she was cookin.. i feel like shes the type to try to prep herself with a dildo bc she can never take all of rafe but imagine he found it n was like ?!!?

really—your boyfriend was too big. it was excessive, and though you could never find the words to tell him to stop or slow down—mostly because you didn't want him to—he always did anyways.

no matter how much you insisted that you could take all of him, rafe didn't like to listen. so you were stuck in a conundrum, and your choices were either lying to your boyfriend that it didn't hurt or accepting the fact that he'll never be as rough with you as you want.

you were willing to sit down and accept a lot of things without a fight—but this was not one of them.

one discreetly wrapped delivery later, you had yourself your very own rafe-sized dildo—a pretty pink color and of such a size that it had your insides churning with anticipation. about half an hour later with the use of some lube and lots of work, you were successfully able to fit about three-fourths. it wasn't perfect, yet, but it was a work in progress.

you didn't want to overdo it and end up insanely sore either, and you were beginning to realize even half was enough to have you cumming over and over again. so much so that you almost forgot about the date you had planned with rafe for that night—scrambling to get up and get ready.

that night, after a nice date and way too much ice cream, you realized you were too fucked out from your afternoon activity to go for another round for rafe. it was no big deal—except it happened the next day. then the day after that. and the one after that.

you had mastered the rafe-sized dildo, and you could take the entire thing after week of practice. but it also meant that it had been a full week without your boyfriend fucking you—something that hadn't happened since you had lost your virginity to him.

a little too clueless around rafe like always, you hadn't realized anything was wrong. rafe was on edge—pent up and unable to keep taking out his frustration on the golf course after almost breaking one of his clubs—but you didn't really notice.

you were waiting for tonight, after another date to show him your new-found skills, but of course, he didn't know that.

getting ready in your bathroom, blasting music and doing your makeup, you don't even hear the door open to your bedroom. rafe came to get you early, knowing you would need more time but way too antsy to wait alone in his car.

he sits on your bed, listening to the muffled music from behind the closed door. he's not impatient with you and hardly ever like this, but the current situation had left him more desperate to see you than usual.

leaning against your headboard, he feels something under your pillow. lifting it to move whatever it was—knowing you, the book you had been reading last night—his jaw clenches when he sees it. a dildo. not just any dildo—a huge dildo. under your pillow like you'd just been using it or something.

the pillow stays in his hand but he has an overwhelming urge to chuck it across the room. was this the reason the two of you hadn't had sex in a week? were you finding pleasure from some stupid toy instead of him?

"rafe?" you ask, stepping out of the bathroom and staring at the scene in front of you with big eyes. you're distractingly pretty everyday but even more so today with a short skirt and done-up face for the date he's not sure if he'll be taking you on.

your face burns with humiliation—stupidly realizing you hadn't put the damn thing away after last night. rafe is looking at you and then looking back at your bed, his fist tight around your pillow.

"um, i-"

"do you wanna explain? i'll give you five fuckin' seconds to explain-"

"no, it's not what it looks like-"

"really, kid? what it looks like is you're fuckin' this stupid thing instead of me. y'know, i'll just fuck off and you can have fun-"

rafe stands, not really angry but still sounding like he is. it's more pent-up frustration bubbling up, but you rush over to him anyways, looking so panicked he feels bad the second he said anything. he can't stay mad at you for longer than a minute.

"it's not what it looks like, i swear-"

"what is it then, huh?"

"i was just practicing! i was just trying to get better for you. see, it's yours." you motion to the toy still on the bed.

"huh?" rafe asks, looking between you and the bed.

"it's you. see. it's like... your size. um-" you get flustered again, shutting up in the fear that you've just said something to rafe that you should have kept to yourself. "i'm.. sorry?"

"no you're not."

"no, but i feel bad. are your feelings hurt? i'm sorry."

when rafe glances back at you, tearing his gaze away from the bright pink that's beginning to hurt his eyes, he realizes how sad you look, thinking you've done something to upset him.

"no, m'fine. just.. tell me next time. it was a jump scare."

"okay.." you stay still infront of him, awkwardly playing with your hands waiting for him to say something. you're a little concerned rafe's still upset, but he doesn't seem to look it, rather looking at you expectedly.

"what?" you question immediately, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"what? get on the bed. you've had enough practice. time for the real thing."

[luc3ks]

old thang (slight volume warning)

[happyfoxx-art]

Aftermath Impact 7 | //punches draxum's STUPID FACE i hate him!! i will be drawing him in my sketchbook over and over until i dont hate him anymore! >:V

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[disformer]

Combaticons out on the town 🎡

[broresteia]

back in my thg era i guess…from page 257 of the first book

[karasukarei]

You know that meme.

[scarefox]

My Engineer, 4 years later... my experience, untold stories & tea time

[shades-o-grey]

"I got carried away..."

[davidtennan-t]

Promo for the BAFTAS and doesn’t he look smashing

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

I forgor to post this S1 Arthur here

[erwinsvow]

rafe doesn’t care who hears the two of you. he never has.

he blares the music in his truck, even when it’s midnight and you’re trying to sneak him into your room or make your way out to get in his passenger seat. if you complain, he’ll turn it up even higher the next time. 

he’ll stay the night and talk at his usual volume. your parents sleep down the hall, but it’s not far away enough for you to be comfortable. you forget all about it when he’s actually fucking you though, ignoring all the sounds coming from your bedroom—the repetitive bang of your headboard against the wall, the slap of skin on skin, rafe’s groans and your quiet whimpers. you hold a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises, and rafe pries it off. 

“no, kid, y’better let everyone in this house hear you otherwise m’stopping right now-” you shake your head furiously but then he actually does stop, and you were so close that you can’t help but comply, body listening to his instructions automatically in your fucked-out state. you must have thicker walls than you thought because your parents don’t mention a word to you later that day, or they’re too nervous to say anything because after all, it’s rafe. 

if he’s sure his sisters are out of the house, he’ll have you curled up on his lap in the living room, some stupid movie playing while his hand sneaks under your skirt, long fingers sliding in and making your eyes roll back. it never takes long with rafe, for your limbs to become putty and your stomach to tighten almost painfully, clenching around his rings and not able to stop the whimpers that spill out when his thumb strokes your clit in that exact way you need.

you bite your lip so hard it bleeds, but rafe just kisses you and licks over your lips.

“louder,” rafe murmurs against your ear, sucking another spot of sensitive skin on your neck, teeth nipping just hard enough to leave a mark tomorrow. “need’t hear it.” you try your hardest to hold back, embarrassed, convinced you’ve just heard a door open. you open your mouth to say something but nothing besides another high-pitched whine comes out. “lemme hear it or y’not cumming for a week-”

and then it all snaps, your orgasm washing over you and undeniable moans coming from the living room. you’re terrified—worried you gushed all over the sofa and rafe’s hands, almost forgetting the sound you heard earlier.

“good girl,” rafe says, licking his fingers clean and pulling down your skirt. you sit in his tight grip for minutes, brain not working and not making any effort to use it, either.

“rafe. a word.” mr. cameron says from a few feet away.