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obexes · 1 year

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CATALYSIS

PT. II

R.C x READER • R.G x READER

Warnings: Smut, Self-Sabatoging Reader, Manipulation, Small Amount Of Dub-Con (Fucking Rafe), Underaged Drinking, fingering

A/N: The next part will be longer, and this might end up being 10 parts bc the plot, oh I'm gonna let it cook. I tried to get this out ASAP, while juggling too much other shit. My mental health is sickly, so enjoy my degenerate fantasies. Feedback is so appreciated and encouraging y'all :)

Word Count: 7.5 K

Sundays were always your favourite thing about your parents being home. The smell of Italian sausage and carbonara had summoned you from your room to the living room, where your family sits spread out around the large room, with their dinner plates.

When you and Nicky were kids, your Mom would lose it if she caught you guys on the eggshell coloured living room carpet with anything darker than water. Ever since Henley and Patton were old enough to eat on their own, your dad has enforced mandatory family time, which was simply eating dinner while watching a movie together on Sundays.

To be fair, despite all the travelling, they tried really hard to be home every Sunday. You took your spot at the coffee table and picked up the only unoccupied plate.

“I’m feeling Marvel tonight.” Nicky commented, twirling his fork around in his pasta. “Or maybe Disney?”

“Turning Red!” “Inside out!” Your younger brothers both called out simultaneously. You bite the inside of your cheek to stifle a chuckle as your mom warily eyes the excited kids, or more accurately, the food balanced on their laps. She’s hopeless, you think freely.

“I’m thinking we should watch Euphoria. Bring some real world problems into this oasis.” you comment, earning a look from your Mom as well. Your older brother's idiot laugh doesn't go unnoticed.

Your Dad raises his wine glass to his lips. “I don't feel like having a stroke at 39. Peter Pan and Wendy it is.” Despite the child-like film, you all cheer as he hits play. Finally you start to dig into the meal your Mom, with the help of little Patton, made.

After you all finish eating, your dad pauses the film. You and Nicky carry the dishes to the dishwasher, load and start it, before making your way back to the living room. Your parents are curled up together and you take the spot on the other side of your dad, while he wraps an arm around you, the boys pile up on the mountain of blankets covering the floor.

As he plays the movie, you find your mind wandering to last night. To what you did in the hot tub at Tanneyhill. To Rafe fucking Cameron. Part of you felt guilty about messing with Roman’ s cousin and lying to your Mom, but the other part of you was burning. Burning to feel his hands on you again, burning to feel that intense pleasure over and over, and burning to know more. And then there was an even smaller part that wanted to know what such an intimate thing would feel like with Roman.

Even though you were still pissed at him for a number of reasons. You never made it back to Rafe’s room last night.

⊱✿⊰

“You're sleeping in my room tonight, gorgeous girl.”

You giggle quietly as he opens the back door and carries you the few steps across the kitchen, to plop you down on the island. “Want some water or something?”

You swing your legs back and forth, feeling the effects of the alcohol you'd been consuming since you got here. “Yes, please.” You turn your head momentarily towards the doorway as you hear light footsteps upstairs. You brush it off, enjoying your inebriated break from everyone else in the world but the man who just made you cum on his lap.

Rafe grabs two waters and comes back to stand between your legs. He moved nervously, you noted. He looked at you, like really looked at you, as he handed you a water bottle. “You okay? How are you feeling after... well- after everything tonight?”

“I'm good, Rafe. I had.. fun.” You reassure him with a small smile, unsure how to phrase it but wanting to reassure him. Which is still more than Roman bothered to do for you.

He gives you his signature panty dropping, schoolboy smirk. His tone is still nervous, however. “So it was okay? I mean, that it was me?” He slides his hands up your thighs coming to rest them on your hips. You could feel a flush of heat creeping up from where he’d just touched your thighs making its way all the way to your cheeks.

“Yes, Rafe.” You manage to say. His touch is intoxicating, his eyes captivating. You find your arms wrapping around his neck, hands burying themselves in his soft, dark blonde hair. “It was better than okay.”

He leans in to plant a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips before leaning back slightly and catching your eye. You tug him towards you and his lips meet yours devotedly. He pulls you closer to the edge, your bodies meeting again, chest to chest. He bites your swollen bottom lip and separates from you only to tilt his head and kiss you even deeper.

His hands move to grip the sides of your ass and you whine against his lips, causing him to grip you harder. Still chasing the feeling he gave you outside, you push your crotch against his as best as you can from your place on the counter.

“Y/N.” He keens,”I'm never gonna get enough of you.” Rafe buries his face in your neck, leaving warm and wet kisses, leaving his hands to grope your sides.

Lost in the lust washing over you, you both hear the telltale pad of multiple pairs of feet, too late.

“Oh shit” A giggle. “Dude!” Disgust.

“What the fuck?” Anger.

Your head whips over to see three shocked teens standing at the entrance of the kitchen with varying reactions. Rafe slowly lifts his head but doesnt look away from you. Your mouth opens and closes, floundering for words. You look between the three and Rafe as you push him away and jump off of the counter.

Nicky and Mia are slowly starting to snicker, but Roman is just staring at you with disbelieving eyes. The other girl is nowhere to be seen.

“Okay, now this. This makes more sense.” Nicky laughs, referring to this morning when your parents caught you and Roman in your bed, asleep.

“Looks like you have a date to midsummers now, Y/N.” Mia comments with a raised brow.

You remain frozen, aside from your bottom lip wobbling and you biting it in a second attempt to keep your tears at bay tonight. How many times can one girl be humiliated in a day? You don't even want to look back at Romans face.

Rafe eyes your wobbly lip and reaches for you, tugging your hand into his. “Hey, wanna go to sleep now?”

“What the fuck is this? What's happening right now?” You look up from your entwined hands, at Romans dubious tone.

“Roman-”

“Come outside, Y/N.” He walks past you both, through the doors you just entered from, ignoring Mia calling his name on the way out.

You inhale a deep shaky breath. Your brother casts Mia a clueless, questioning glance, which she ignores as she's focused on examining you and Rafe. “I should...” You trail off as Rafe squeezes your hand softly, meeting his eyes.

“Its okay. I'll talk to him later, yeah?” He places a quick peck to your head.

“Y/N, what's going on? I feel like I'm missing something.” Your brother comments quizzically.

Rafe moves to usher them out of the kitchen, “Later , man.” You hear him mutter quietly to Nicky, who meets your gaze one more time before turning back to the den area. Mia lingers a second as you squeeze and shake your hands out, nervously.

“He’s never gonna get it together. Not for you, princess. Listen to Rafe, maybe that way you can stop stepping on people's toes and you won't get hurt.” Mia says the words quietly, but her tone of voice makes it clear that it's a threat. She smiles at you and follows in the direction of two older boys, while you do your best to ignore her and choke down all of the unpleasant feelings building up and make your way to the patio doors.

When you open the door, you immediately see Roman sitting on the porch swing with his head back, looking up at the sky with his usual pout. He doesn't move, or say anything so you walk over to him and sit down. Anxiety wracks your body, as you prepare to inevitably have an uncomfortable encounter with the bipolar boy you called your best friend.

You risk a glance at him and are alarmed to see moisture pooling in his eyes, “Roman.” You whisper. “Hey, I-”

“What was that?” He sits up and turns to face you.”Just- what the hell was that?”

Your eyes widen a little at the intensity of his behaviour. He takes one of your hands in his and looks at you expectantly. “Was that just you guys being dumb, or was that -” He stutters for a second and then takes a deep breath. “Or was that something more?”

“I dont know.” The truth, you were too drunk to decipher your current feelings toward Rafe.

“What?” He scoffs. “I just caught you making out with my cousin,Y/N, and youre saying you don't know why?” He drops your hand, and faces forward, rubbing his eyes in frustration. Your eyes narrow at him. He was the one who'd failed to verbally recognize the fact that something definitely happened between you two. He's been avoiding it hardcore for the past month or so.

“No, Roman, I don't. Besides, you didn't catch me doing anything.” You snap. “The word ‘catch’ implies that i’m in trouble, and I can do whatever I fucking want, technically. Nobody else seems to give a damn about my feelings.” You run your hands through your messy hair. Maybe you shouldn't have thrown that in his face but at the moment, he was pissing drunk you off.

The lanky boy looks at you with ferocity lurking beneath his incredulous expression. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Use your fucking context clues.” You cuss back.

He just stares at you as you attempt to avoid looking him in the eyes. For a second it seems like he's going to finally acknowledge the kiss you shared, weeks ago. You see the recognition in his features for a fraction of a second before he’s up, pacing. “You're ridiculous. Seriously, if you think Rafe is gonna commit to you, or treat you well for that matter.”

Your mouth falls open in shock when you hear Rafes name come out of Romans mouth. He didn't just blatantly deflect the topic of conversation, did he? Bastard.

“Jesus, have you lost your mind? You know what kind of person he is, Y/N. I thought you were smarter than that.” He pinches the bridge of his nose as he spews his bullshit.

You take his dramatic, silent irritation as an invitation to add fuel to the fire, fed up with his week-long diversions from the underlying issue in your friendship. “Yeah, well, at least he didn't kiss me and then pretend it never happened.” You stand up and cross your arms defiantly.

Roman sighs a deep, shaky breath of air. “Y/N... Jesus. You really wanna do this, huh?” You look up, toeing the area of grass you'd just been staring at. His face, his eyes, his whole demeanour are pleading with you to stop. “It was my first kiss, Roman.”

He shuts his eyes for a second and you watch as his breathing becomes a little heavier. When he opens them, he starts toward your teary eyed figure but you step back and he stops in his tracks. “Y/N, i'm so sorry. I didn't know that.”

You nod, tears spilling over your waterline and cascading down your cheek into the ground. Where you wish you could disappear. You ignore the pain in your heart. You ignore the way this feels like a friendship ending argument. You ignore his own tears as they begin to meet yours in the soil.

“I know.” You sniffle, you didn't want to punish him. You don't even know what you want from this conversation. This isn't a good idea, you're drunk. You can't ignore the wave of anxiety that hits you, completely out of nowhere. “I just can't do this, Rome.”

You start to back up, but he follows you. “Do what?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and uncross your arms to instead wrap them around yourself. After a breath, you open them. Roman looks regretful. “Do what,Y/N?”

Be your friend, Is what you wanted to say.

“I can't see you right now.” Is what you say.

You turn around before he has time to see your face completely crumble. Panic, anxiety, and heart ache all fight for dominance over the sob working its way up your throat. You swallow it down and go find Nicky. You wouldn't be staying in Rafes room tonight.

⊱✿⊰

By the end of the movie, your two youngest siblings are asleep. With Olivia having every Sunday off, you and Nicky fold up the blankets quietly talking about the film. Meanwhile, your Parents had each carried a sibling to bed to be tucked in. You grab a stack of blankets and carry them into the hall to put away in the linen closet. When you come back to the living room, your Mom is refilling your parents wine glasses, preparing to watch another movie with your Dad.

Nicky makes eye contact with you and widens his eyes slightly, insinuating something up.

“Ah, the gangs all here. Good. Sit.” Your Dad walks into the den and clasps his hands quietly.

You and Nicky both sit down on a loveseat near the front door and exchange a look. Your parents only do these little meetings to drop big news.

“So, nothing major but Wednesday night you're both expected to be home early for dinner. We're having guests over and there's a surprise involved.”

Nicky groans,”Mom, please. If you're pregnant again, I'm getting emancipated.”

You scoff out a laugh at your brother's blatant statement, before covering it up as a cough when you get a look from your Mom.

“Dominique.” Your father deadpans. “If your mom is pregnant, I’ll take you all and run. It isn't that.”

Your mom downs her wine. “This is why they don't have respect, Joseph.”

Your Dad gives her a warm grin and wraps her up under his arm. “Like I said, just be home early for dinner. Understood?”

You and Nicky ultimately agree without too much prying for details. After bidding your Parents goodnight, you both make your way upstairs. Your brother stops at your door as you enter your room and leans against the doorframe. “So....” He trails off and you roll your eyes as you search through your dresser for a large Tshirt, settling on one that Roman left here.

“Yes, Nicky?”

“What happened last night? I saw you mackin’ on Rafe but why was Roman so mad?” He walks further into your room and plops on your bed.

“Nicky!” You whine, batting at him with the t-shirt in your hands. “Get the hell off my blankets, you went outside in that outfit!”

It's Nicky's turn to roll his eyes at your rules, as he dramatically rolls off of your bed onto a pile of laundry on the floor, stretching out like a starfish. “Whatever. So what happened? I noticed that you stayed at the house all day. And kinda have been for a while.” He adds.

You let out a dramatic sigh of despair and slide down your dresser so that you're sitting facing your bed. “I’m so dumb, Nicky. I think I fucked up.”

He sits up on his elbows, facing you. “Wait, what? What's the matter?”

You contemplate telling him everything for a moment. What's the worst that could happen? Then you think back to the last time you asked yourself that question, and any ideas of total honesty dissipate. “I don't know...” and then, you remember. “What did you mean when you said that me and Rafe made sense?”

He sits up all the way and musses his hair. “I don't know, I was drunk, Y/N. I guess I always just assumed you’d rebel against Mom and Dad. Rafe would make sense for that. More sense than your childhood best friend.”

"Me and Rafe are friends, too.” You point out, although you know it's not the same.

“Not like you and Roman.”

You contemplate this quietly. Nicky comes over to where you're sitting and plants himself beside you.

“Listen sis, I don't know what the hell is going on, but you can tell me if I need to kick someone's ass. I won't ask questions.”

You shake your head sadly. ”It's not like that. I just did a dumb thing and now I have to live with it.”

Your older brother stands up and ruffles your hair. “Well, that's nothing new, is it? Goodnight Y/N/N.”

“Goodnight, Nicky.”

He shuts your door and you change into your shirt before turning on your fan and hopping in bed.

After about 15 minutes of staring at your ceiling, trying to make sense of your feelings, you were over it. You were agonising over whether or not to check your phone for a text from Roman and beating yourself up over what happened with Rafe. You flip over and grab the TV remote. Deciding to listen to something scary, you settle on a rerun of the Paranormal Activity films and turn back over, letting the TV lull you to sleep.

Not 10 minutes later, when you're almost out like a light, does your phone begin ringing quietly on the nightstand. You register the noise and flail under the covers, frustratedly. You snatch your phone up and accept the call, barely registering the name on the screen.

“What?” You almost growl.

“Wow, hello to you too, beautiful.” Rafe’s deep voice rings through the speaker.

“Do not disturb means do not disturb, not call twice, Rafe.” You can't help your tone, your anxiety keeps you up most nights, and you were so close to ending the night on a good note, moments before.

“I'm sorry, I’d take any option that guaranteed your attention.” He laughs.” Did I wake you up?”

“Yes actually.” You sigh, readjusting your covers from the flail. “Did you need something?” “Can I come over?”

“Seriously, Rafe? Its-” You pull your phone away from your cheek and look at the time, faltering.

“Only 9 P.M.? Exactly.” You can hear his smug face over the phone. “So?”

You feel queasy at the thought of seeing Rafe, despite being so explicit with him the night before. It felt like a betrayal to Roman in a way because you two hadn’t spoken since the fight last night where he expressed his disapproval of Rafe and you together. Although a small part of you doesn't care about his opinion, after his blatant disregard for your feelings.

“I don't think that's a great idea, Rafe, my parents are awake downstairs.” You try.

He’s quiet for a second, and then there's an incoming facetime from him. You answer the call and you see Rafe sitting up, shirtless, against his headboard. He has to fight his smile, seeing you laying on your side, hair cascading around your shoulder like a waterfall of curls.

“Is it because of last night?”

You mentally smack yourself for answering a call where he can see your face. Rafe always knew when you were lying. When you guys were 12 and 13, you covered for him when he broke one of Wards Golf awards and he figured out that you had a tell. You couldn't make eye contact.

“W-what?”

“The real reason you don't want to see me.” He says in a bored tone. “Is it because of Roman?”

“No.” You roll your eyes.

“Dont lie to me, Y/N.” The dominant tone he's taking right now has you rethinking your previous statements.

“Fine, yeah. It Is, Rafe.” Pulling the covers up to your chin. “He’s one of my best friends, and you're his cousin. It feels weird that things are like this. I can't stop thinking about that stupid fight.”

You hear shuffling on Rafe’s end and then the sound of keys.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm comin over.” You start to protest but he cuts you off. “I'm gonna take your mind off of it.”

He ends the call and you're left staring at the screen dumbfounded. Now that he’s ended the call, you see a whole slew of texts and missed calls from John B and Kie, and even JJ asking you to join in on the boat day they had today. Nothing from Roman. He was usually always the first to cave after an argument, seeking you out almost every time. The lack of contact, admittedly worried you.

You sigh, sitting up in bed now. There are so many questions swirling around in your head. What was Roman thinking about? Was he still angry with you? What was Rafe thinking about? Was he going to try something? How were you supposed to hide yet another boy in your room without invoking your Mothers anger? More importantly though, how did you look right now?

You spring up and run to the ensuite bathroom. Your hair, once pinned up with a claw clip, now falls loosely around you with flyaway curlies everywhere and you wore only Roman’s T Shirt and a pair of boy short panties as makeshift PJs. You pull your clip out and stare at the excess tendrils of hair falling around you, trying to finger comb them down.

“Is it even worth it, for real?” You ask yourself as you eye the brush that would no doubt make your situation worse. Deciding that, no, it isn't worth it, you grab your mouthwash and gargle a mouthful before spitting it out, rinsing your mouth, and washing your face.

Back in your room, you realise how hot and stuffy it is. You unlock the balcony doors that face the ocean, so that Rafe can get inside. Then you pad across the floor and unlatch your bedroom window, going to open it for the breeze but nearly screaming out loud as it's pushed open, seconds later. “Ahh!”

Rafes hand shoots out to cover your mouth as he precariously balances himself between your windowsill and the branch he's perched on. He gives you an exasperated look. “Jesus, I literally live 5 minutes away. Move.”

You clutch your chest and take a step back just as he pushes off of the branch and pulls himself through the window. “Why didn't you just climb onto the balcony, you could've fallen.” You comment as he steadies himself.

Rafe examines your face, stepping closer. “Your Mom had all the trees near it cut down, remember?”

You’d forgotten about that. As soon as you turned 15 your Mom had to escape-proof your room because of an incident involving a party, a week prior. Which included cutting down the trees near your balcony and removing the garden trellis that crept up right beside it, leaving only an old oak tree beside the window that was across from your bedroom door. “Oh, right.”

You back up and sit on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you. Rafe pushes his hair off of his forehead as he takes a seat. The sound of the movie playing is all that can be heard as you both quietly observe each other. He looks really good in his simple blue tee and basketball shorts, and you can't help the natural, girly giddiness you feel.

“You look really pretty.” he starts.

Letting out a small laugh, “Shut up. I look like I was about to go to sleep. You look good though.” You go to smack his chest playfully, but he catches your hand.

“You're still the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart flutters a little at his words, but you quell it and withdraw your hand slowly. One thing Rafe and his cousin had in common was their notoriety as two of the island's biggest playboys. “Don't say things you don't mean, Rafe.”

Rafe smiles at you knowingly, yet you don't know why. “Remember when we were like...” He thinks about it. “I was 9 and you were 8. We were playing hide and seek with a bunch of other kids at Olivia’s garden party?” He questions.

You remember. You’d gotten locked into the old outdoor cellar, while trying to use it as a hiding spot. You'd been locked in for what felt like hours as you plotted a way out, the music and ongoing party drowning out your cries. As a kid you remember thinking you’d be down there forever, You nod, telling Rafe to go on.

“You had all the other kids going crazy, we all thought you’d gotten kidnapped but we were too scared to tell anyone.” He chuckles at the memory. “But then you walked around the side of the house covered in dirt and I remember being so happy to see you. Even though you were crying and looked like a mess, running for your parents. You were the prettiest girl to me then. You're still that same girl, now.”

You make a face, scrunching your nose. “Why is my near death experience such a significant memory for you? I could've died, digging that little tunnel under the door.”

“But you didn't.” He laughs, ruffling your hair. “Jesus, you suck at accepting compliments.”

“Yeah, well, you kinda suck at giving them.” You smack his hands away, smoothing your mussed hair. His eyes shoot to your bare legs as your T-shirt rides up. Then they flick up to scrutinise the shirt itself and you wonder if he’ll mention anything about its owner.

Instead he tugs at the hem of it with a sudden mischievous glint in his eyes. “Anything under here?”

You blush. “Rafe, shut up.” You weren't expecting Rafe to be here right now in the first place. In fact, you'd tried to avoid it. Just because you guys got drunk and fooled around didn't mean you suddenly were into Rafe. That's just what teenagers do, right? Yeah, he may look like a god and he always smells good but you didnt wanna risk your friendship with him or Roman further.

“Make me.”

His fingers slip past the hem, teasing their way up your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you swear you stop breathing. But when his fingers brush too close to your clothed pussy, you snatch at his wrist and he looks up at your face, fingers frozen over your core.

“Rafe, what do you want?”

“Honestly?” You nod, matching his heavy eye contact.

“I just wanna make you feel good, baby. ” He inches his face closer to yours, while you slowly start to forget why you stopped him. “Right now I really want to make you cum on my fingers.” He only breaks eye contact as he presses his lips against yours roughly. You loosen your grip on his wrist, your inhibitions melting at his actions.

He takes the opportunity to press his thumb against your clit, eliciting a soft whine into his mouth. Your breaths mingle together, hearts beginning to race in sync with the electric tension that's filling the air.

Rafe cradles your face gently in one hand, fingertips tracing the delicate lines of your jaw as your tongues swirl against each other. His warm touch causes a shiver to go down your spine and he smirks into the kiss. You feel his heartbeat against your chest as he lowers you onto the bed, his fingers stroking you over your panties.

“Rafe,” You coo against his soft lips. “Keep touching me there.”

“Yeah, Princess? Like this?” Rafe drags his thumb around your clit in circles, increasing the pressure. Your hips grind involuntarily towards his hand as you nod, a moan escaping your lips.

“Shhh, be quiet.” He presses another short kiss to your lips, letting go of your face to yank your shirt up to your belly and focus his gaze on his handiwork.

Rafe continues to tease you, your panties preventing you from feeling his skin. He looks up at you, watching your reaction as he ghosts his fingers over your entrance again. You were suddenly filled with a longing for something more - an indefinable desire that was rooted in your core, and it made you shiver with pleasure.

Rafe smiles smugly as he watches you, his gaze tender yet smouldering. He leans forward and kisses you, your mouths exploring each other with an intensity that takes your breath away. With each kiss, your concerns about Roman faded away, replaced by something new and exciting and unbearably sweet.

When he finally pulls away, Rafe drags his hand away from your pussy to brush lightly against your hips, tracing a gentle line along the curve of your waist. You shiver again, skin prickling with pleasure as he moves his hands lower.

To your surprise his fingers lace between yours, and he gently tugs you towards him. “Do you want me to keep touching you, baby?” You nod desperately, extremely flushed. “Can you keep quiet?”

You nod again and before you can protest his fingers are in your panties. He teases you slowly, and his breathing becomes heavier. You're lost in a world of sensation as his thumb finds your clit again, beginning to create blissful, swirling patterns.

His fingers slowly trail lower, to your entrance, and you can feel your body responding to his touch, almost dripping over his fingers. Your skin is alive with a pleasure you've never felt before.

Rafe groans while you throw your head back as he begins pushing his index and middle fingers inside of you, the stretching sensation too intense for you to take it. You grab at his forearm as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, the heat from his touch making you moan.

”W-ait.” You attempt to push his arm away but he holds you in place with his free arm, his pace becoming more insistent. The painful stretch begins to fade into something much more pleasurable.

“Let me make you feel good,Y/N.”

Rafe moves his fingers at a quick pace, repeatedly stroking against your G-spot until you're a whining, moaning mess. As you begin to feel yourself nearing an orgasm, you silently beg him to stop before you could release, as if that would make this any better. Rafe, however, seemed to be enjoying your reaction and continued his assault, his fingers sliding deeper and faster.

You felt your entire body ignite with a pleasure that was both overwhelming and exquisite. Your hands find his shirt and you ball it up in your fists, feeling yourself release, squirting on his hand and your covers. You’re screaming muffled profanities into Rafes palm as your orgasm finally engulfs you. Your body goes limp with relief, your breathing ragged as you lie there, trembling.

Rafe withdraws his fingers and sits up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. You lay there for a few moments, trying to process what just happened. You felt embarrassed and ashamed, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the pleasure you had just experienced. As you slowly sit up, fixing your panties, Rafe's smirk widens.

"That was quite the experience, hmm?" he says in a smug voice.

You could feel your cheeks flush and you quickly look away, your heart pounding with a mix of emotions. Rafe leans closer and puts his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. "Hey, It's okay," he says softly. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm just glad I made you feel that good. That was fun right?"

You nodded, your face still flushed with embarrassment. You look away again, not wanting to meet his gaze. ‘It's just that... I didn't expect it to feel that way. I'm kind of overwhelmed. Sorry if that sounds stupid.”

Rafe pulls you into his chest and wraps an arm around you. “It doesn't sound stupid. I get it, I've never seen a girl squirt before, either. I'm sorry if that was too much.”

You roll your eyes, as he can't see you, at his boyish thoughts. "It's fine, Rafe.” You pull away from Rafes hug and stare at your carpet awkwardly. Sensing your hesitance he looks away from you nonchalantly, “You tired?”

Seeing the question as an out, you meet his eyes and nod, feeling the atmosphere in the room change. His smile is small, disappointed. “I'll see you tomorrow then? Or Wednesday?” You furrow your eyebrows. “The dinner that your parents are hosting..?”

You remember your Dads statement earlier, the dinner and the surprise. “Oh, okay yeah. You're coming?”

“Yeah, So are Olivia and Roman.” Rafe replies as he stands up, wiping his cum covered hands on his shorts. You internally cringe at how awkward this interaction is turning out to be. It's your fault, you have to fucking ruin everything. You nod your head as if you aren't mentally cursing yourself out. “But hey, Y/N?”

You meet his expectant stare. “Yeah?”

He kisses your forehead before backing towards your window, smirking as he opens it once again. “I took your mind off of it, didn't I?” And with that he's gone.

⊱✿⊰

He did not, in fact, take your mind off of it.

Two hours later, you're still awake, staring at your ceiling fan trying to drown out the negative thoughts eating you alive. You had a tendency to overthink, and with that came anxiety. The best remedy for your anxiety was alcohol, which not only did you not have access too at the moment, but it also caused you to make dumb bitch decisions, occasionally. You couldn't help but crave it anyways.

You felt incredibly guilty and even ashamed that you let things go that far with Rafe, especially given the fact that he didn't seem to be concerned about your actual feelings about it.

As the minutes go by and sleep evades you, you give up rolling over to pick up your silenced phone. You have a slew of unanswered notifications but one name immediately catches your attention. Sitting up in bed you click on the notification, fast as shit.

45 Minutes Ago

Romeo: Jelli bbeen

Romeo: com to our beecfh

Rome: Plz im srory

Fuck, I'm a horrible person, you instantly hit the call button, knowing that he’s drunk off of his ass. When the call goes to voicemail straight away, you hop out of bed and throw on a pair of shorts and crocs, slipping quietly out of your room determined to go make sure he's okay.

You pause at the top of the stairs, listening for the sound of your parents, when you hear nothing you creep down the carpeted stairs slowly.

FInally reaching the back door, you slide it open as quietly as you can and creep outside. Shutting it behind you, you turn around to walk towards Romans house when you spot a figure, down on the beach, near your family's dock.

You curse under your breath and hurry towards the figure. As you near, you can clearly see Romans broad torso hunched over, one arm laying on his knee holding a bottle of Jack and the other stuck in his extremely messy hair.

“Rome.” You call softly so as not to startle him.

He raises his head slightly, back to you, but doesn't move otherwise. “Jellybean?”

“Yeah... it's me, what's going on Roman?” You put a hand on his shoulder, sitting down beside him. “What are you doing sitting out here? It's almost Midnight.”

Roman looks at you in a mixture of melancholy and clear intoxication. His lips twitch into a slight frown, as if he is going to cry, but only momentarily, before he takes a shot and hands you the bottle. You take it, gratefully. “I needed to see you, talk to you.” He’s slurring, dangerously. ”I really fucking hate what happened yesterday.”

Before you reply you take a shot too, and sigh. “Which part?”

“All of it. I really fucking hated it all, guppy.” He turns towards you, his demeanor slightly more defeated than a minute ago. He was naturally a manic person, but when he was drunk, he went from tough guy to busting out every pet name in the book in hopes of being babied. “Seeing Rafe touch you, seeing you like it.... us fighting.”

Your eyes widen, slightly. “What does that even mean, Roman?

Roman stares at you with his sad green eyes, dejectedly. “I want to fix it. I fucked up and I want to fix it.” He taps the bottle in your hand and you hold eye contact as you take another drink, passing it to him afterwards, him doing the same.

“It's not entirely your fault, Roman.” You let your eyes fall to the sand between you. You hated lying, but you didn't know what was going on in his head and telling him about Rafe being in your room, less than 3 hours ago, would possibly just serve to make him more upset. “I shouldn't have kissed Rafe.” You omit the part about you grinding and cumming on his dick, for Romans sake.

He grabs your hand in his and pulls you to scoot closer, you do. “Ya’guys only kissed cuz’ I never talked to you about us.” he says. “M’ sorry if I hurt you baby. I love you, Y/N. I really fucking love you.” He cups your face, dragging his thumbs across your cheeks.

You hold your breath, deja vu from a few weeks ago hits you square in the chest. This is exactly how he kissed you the first time. You've wanted to hear those words from him for weeks, hoping that he was secretly in love with you too, not while he was this heavily inebriated, however.

You gently grab his hands and squeeze them, lowering them so they are between you both. “Maybe we should talk about this in the morning, bubba?”

Roman's lip starts trembling, barely noticeable, at the nickname. “Y/N, no. You deserve an explanation, please let me explain.” He whines. “I do love you. It wasn't about you.” He looks at your joined hands for a moment before placing a kiss on your knuckles and peering hesitantly up into your eyes.

You couldn't help but want to hear him out. Your heart constricts as he begins speaking in a pained voice. “It's my Mom, Y/N. Shes fucking insane. Do you remember, 9th grade, I was with Allie Mcentyre?”

You nod, pensively. You'd been friends with Allie that year, because she was dating Roman, before she abruptly cut you off. Roman seemed not to care, so you didn't either. “Yeah before she ditched us.”

He grimaces. “She didn't ditch us, Y/N.” You furrow your eyebrows in question. “She was the first girl I ever brought around Mom, and the entire fucking time, she gaslit and- and lied an' manipulated both of us." Roman pauses as he hiccups, and gathers his words. "She would text her cryptic shit from my phone and then delete it so that it seemed like her angry texts were random, she’d tell her that she wasn't good enough for me and me the same. Allie told me she didnt want to see me anymore after my mom told her mom that I’d been having sex with multiple girls at a time.” He chuckles. “I was still a fucking virgin. She just wanted to ruin what I had. I realized she’s only going to let me be with someone that she chooses for me.”

“Roman...” Your mouth opens and shuts while you process your next words. “Im so fucking sorry, that I didnt know about that. That's literally insane.”

Roman chuckles drily, you pull him into a bone crushing hug. “It's okay, I didn't tell you.”

You squeeze him and pull away. "I shouldve been there for you, I'm sorry."

Roman shakes his head, placing a hand back on your cheek, thumb resuming its soft, delicate strokes. “No. I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve the way I treated you. I love you, jellybean, please don't be mad at me.”

You gently press your palm against his hand but this time you don’t remove it. “I could never stay mad at you, Roman. I love you too.” How could you ever be angry with this side of him? Nobody ever gets to see this side but you. The whiskey stupor you were beginning to feel caused you to zero in on the tall boy beside you.

His lazy, responsive smile is so boyish and sweet, it makes you buzz with desire, and briefly you recall wondering what it would feel like to do what you did with Rafe, with Roman instead. They are different in more ways than they were similar. Roman is hard and broken, but his pure heart radiates through the cracks, whereas Rafe was a tried and true asshole, though you had to confess you didn't know him as well as you knew the boy in front of you.

“Y/N?” Roman bites his lip and a slight frown forms between his brows as he glances down at your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

In lieu of answering, you tangle your hands in his hair and pull him to you, desperately connecting your lips. You caught Roman off guard but he quickly grabs ahold of your waist in his free hand, managing to hastily pull you onto his lap.

As your mouths slowly move together, a warm electrifying feeling spreads through you, time seems to slow down, allowing you to focus solely on his lips and the emotions they were making you feel. His hands find yours, intertwining them with his, solidifying the bond you two were experiencing.

You couldn't help but think about the way Rafe kissed you earlier, only in that his kiss was much less intimate, yet more hungry and physically intense. WIth Roman, it was a slow dance of tongues and lips meshing that made you soaked for him in a completely different way. You purposely rolled your hips over his and he groans, squeezing your joined hands. You break the kiss and lean back slightly, admiring the boy who has your heart.

“Hmm, baby?” His lips look a delicious, puffy red and his eyes are half lidded, he looks so sexy right now. Before you could help it, you’re grinding your pussy against his member again, both of you letting out satisfied moans at the friction. “Y/N, shit. What are you doing to me?”

The whiskey in your system has your body acting on its own, out of sexual frustration from the months of built up tension between you two, desperate to explore it with him. You just let his cousin finger fuck you. Fuck, two shots wouldn't be enough.

You pick up the bottle of Jack Daniels, resigned to the choices you were about to make, and downed two or three shots. You force yourself to ignore the burn, and Romans drunk, questioning gaze as you tipped his chin and poured some into his mouth. He shakes his head with a grimace, swallowing down the shitty tasting alcohol.

Without wasting a beat, you begin peppering kisses along his neck, and he lets out a spur of dirty, drunken noises from the back of his throat.

“Does that feel good?” You can't help but tease your clit along his clothed erection again, body moving intoxicatedly of its own free will, chasing the friction his shorts provided, as he struggles to answer and resigns to nodding. You move your mouth up to his ear, sucking softly on it before whispering, “Roman, I want you so bad, want you to fuck me.”

“Wh-” Instantly his hands are on your hips, pushing you slightly back. “Jellybean, what?” He seems almost instantly sobered as he examines your features. "I thought you were a virgin?” You flush at your own obviousness, feeling it even over the warmth of the alcohol coursing through you.

“Well... I mean, I am. But, I want you to be the first.” You grip onto the bottom of his shirt, glancing down, doing your best not to appear as the tipsy, desperate slut you feel like.

Roman sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a second, squeezing your hips gently. “Y/N, I dont know about you, but Im really fucked up right now.” You nod, still not looking up but he lowers his head, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I want it to be good for you. I want it to be special, not like this, pretty girl.”

Your eyes begin to well up quickly, in humility at the perceived rejection and you look out at the ocean, wiping at your tears before they can fall. “I'm sorry, Rome, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry.”

“Love, you aren't stupid. Believe me when I say I want this as bad as you.” Roman shocks you when he removes your hand, that's clutching his shirt, to place it on his hard length. “This is what you fucking do to me, baby. And when the time is right, I won't just be the first, I'll be the last too.” He gives you a lopsided smirk and a delicate kiss on the lips.

You offer him a small smile in response, he was being such sweetheart and you felt horrible. At the forefront of your clouded brain, you were desperate to replace Rafe's touch with Roman's as if it would erase your prior actions, but you shove it to the back, focusing on his reassurance. "Is that a promise?"

“Of course, it is. I know I've been so wrapped up in my own head, trying to keep everything...normal, but I don't want to do that anymore.” He pulls you close again and rests his forehead against yours. “I want this, baby. I want you.”

No, no, no. Roman, dont. Not right now. The guilt is going to crush you. You look down. “Will you be my girlfriend?” His hopeful eyes await yours.

You're quiet for a beat too long before you slowly look back into his expectant face. “I can't, Roman... my Dad. You know how he is.” It's bullshit, but he doesn't know it. Yeah your dad would have an aneurysm but you didn't care in the slightest. You had to make sure that Rafe wouldn't say anything about what you guys did, and break things off with him first, before you made an even bigger mess. Roman was wasted, he might not even remember this in the morning.

Romans face falls a bit at your words. He just promised to endure his mothers psychopathy for you and you wouldn't even return the favour? You hate the look that flashes across his face and hurry to reassure him. “I'll talk to him, okay? After dinner on Wednesday.”

He nods somberly, “Yeah, okay. If you want to.”

You grab his face and plant a kiss on his pouty lips. “I do, Romeo, don't worry. And I promise, I will.”

He laughs at that, loving the nickname. You made many mistakes, but you wouldn't let this be one of them. The feelings that the boy under you made you feel, compared to absolutely nothing else. At least that's what you keep telling yourself.

#rafe cameron #roman godfrey #dark!rafe cameron #roman godfrey smut #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe x reader #obx imagine #obx #obx netflix #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #drew starkey #smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #rafe x you #roman godfrey x reader #catalysis

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touchedflowers · 1 year

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"I. *thrust* Love. *thrust* You. *thrust* So. *thrust* Fucking. *thrust* Much!"

Heavy moans rang through the air together as Lo'ak mercilessly fucked you on his cock. He clinched your ankles in his bruising grip, clinched so hard his knuckles had long turned white. Your legs held straight up and spread out, incapable of escaping or hiding your beaten pussy. 🖤

The smell of sex clouded the room, growing thicker as he slams his hips into you. The hours had slipped away since he had pinned you down, both of you losing all sense of time to the endless pleasure. Flooded and warmed through with his cum, your brutal lovemaking sent it splattering in droplets up his stomach. Some even decorating his neck and cheeks.

Looking down, heat filled you to the point of fainting. His cock was painted white, pale strings of cum roped you together as he pulled back. The sight captivated Lo'ak and he stilled. The folds of your cunt brimmed with his seed - so much the pretty pink of them hid under a layer of white. It soaked through the dark curls of hair just above. Head lifting to look at you, the fainting heat returned seeing the deep purple of his cheeks.

His pretty eyes were dialated, and you watched the rings of gold grow thiner as he fixates on your face. He reaches down, reverent fingers caressing your parted lips. The side he'd released dropped closer to the ground - you were so much smaller, aligning his cock to your slit had lifted you from the floor; planting you on your upper back.

"Did you hear me, sweet girl?" He pants, bringing you back to the present. Setting you down, he lowered himself over you. Nuzzling his face to your cheek, the heat of his panting breath rushed down your neck. Fitting his hand under your jaw, long fingers clutched your face, indenting your cheeks.

"I said," His brutal rhythm softened. Hard wet fucks turned sweet as he rolled his hips into the cradle of lush thighs, so tender and pressing deep. So deep.

"I fucking love you."

@pandorxxx - I hope you like it bebe 🖤

I hope the rest of you like it too. I wanted to get something out as an exercise bc I've had no motivation to finish my actual full length fics. If you want to see more drabbles like this, I'm always open to your requests.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar smut #lo'ak #lo'ak fanfiction #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x human reader #lo'ak smut

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scekrex · 3 months

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Hi, how about another part of Tall!reader, that was cute, but this time from reader perspective of how Adam just reveling in the perks of having a tall boyfriend, boyfriend clothes, so many forehead kisses, snuggling into you with your arms completely around him, being the little spoon and if we go a little naughty, him sitting in reader's laps and teasingly squirming to get 'comfortable'

Part 1

I wanna be your only one

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, tooth rotting fluff

note: not beta read bc fuck you

Having a boyfriend smaller than you definitely had its pros and cons, but on the other hand everything in life - that included the afterlife - had pros and cons. and you knew, no matter how bad the cons were, you would never trade your beloved boyfriend for anything this world had to offer, there was simply nothing as beautiful as Adam dressed in one of your shirts.

Obviously the thing you called shirt fit him like a dress, it reached down to his shins and therefore covered his entire body in fabric and the sight of it was the cutest thing in all of Heaven, that you were sure about. You loved it whenever he walked around the house in just your shirt - no underwear, no socks, just the thin, soft fabric of your shirt - or sweater, it depended on the weather - covering his body. The first man was a whore through and through and he did nothing to hide that, at least towards you.

You were seated in your favorite armchair, legs spread just slightly as you were reading a book - a thing Adam usually didn’t mind but on that very day he minded it. Well, not truly the fact that you were reading but rather the lack of attention. He entered the living room by clearing his throat, trying to catch your attention and for a moment it worked. You looked up from your book and smiled softly at your lover, greeting him with a warm, “Hello, dear,” before you returned your attention back to the book you were reading. Adam growled displeased at the lack of attention he was getting and crossed the room to get to you.

You didn’t even notice it, not fully at least, you were quite caught up in the book you were reading and only realized how displeased Adam was with your behavior as he grabbed the book from your hands, closed it without marking the page and tossed it onto the little coffee table. “I’m home, bitch,” he stated, looking up at you with mixed feelings, he seemed angry and yet disappointed at the same time, a combination you rarely saw on the brunette’s face. “I can see that, darling,” you responded with a soft voice, not mad at your lover in the slightest though his actions were kind of harsh. Adam nudged your legs apart a little more to step between them, then he leaned towards you, his hands came up to press against the backrest of the armchair you were sitting in so he wouldn’t crash down onto you. “I demand attention,” he growled, his voice low and yet so needy.

You chuckled softly at his words, patting your thigh as you hummed, “C’mere then, dear.” Adam didn’t need to be told twice, within a couple of seconds he was seated in your lap, pressing his chest flush against yours as he inhaled your scent deeply, clearly enjoying your warmth and your smell. “How was your day?” you asked, the tone you spoke in remained soft and calm as you combed your fingers through Adam’s soft yet messy hair. The brunette nuzzled his face closer against your chest while he also leaned into the touch of your hand. He shamelessly reached out and grabbed your wing to wrap it around himself when you did not do so yourself which had you chuckling again. The tough first man could be so soft. “Boring,” Adam responded, his voice sounded annoyed, yet you knew the annoyance had nothing to do with you. “Sera wanted me to do a bunch of bullshit, fucking cunt,” he complained about the Seraphim and you found it quite amusing how much he seemed to dislike Sera, she could be a pain in the ass, on that you had to agree.

You simply hummed in acknowledgement and tightened your wing around him a little, keeping your precious little angel as close as possible. Adam remained still for a moment, then he started to squirm a little in your lap, his hips wiggled - almost grinded - against your thighs and slowly moved towards your crotch, causing you to gasp softly. Your free hand quickly grabbed a hold of Adam’s hips, forcing him to stop and stay still instead, “What did I tell you about squirming in my lap?” Adam just wrapped his arms around you tighter, before he gently bit your chest through your shirt causing you to yelp, “Fuck you.”

You looked down at the taller angel in your lap for a moment before you pressed a soft kiss on his head, burying your face in his hair, “Not my words but I’ll let it slide.” You knew he already wasn’t in the best mood and you really did not want to make it any worse. So you simply held him and cuddled the first man while showering his head in soft, loving kisses.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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normspellsman · 2 years

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Forever

part one | part two | part three | part four (wip)

pairing: ao’nung x fem!sully!reader

genre: fluff (for most of it), mentions of enemies to lovers, a bit angsty at the end, & mentions of forbidden lovers + secret relationships

word count: 2k+

warning(s): ao’nung being an absolute SIMP for the reader (as he should tho), mentions of ao’nung teasing the reader – name calling & some physical harassment, mentions of reader & lo’ak being twins, talks of violence, mentions of childhood bullying, threat of bodily harm, lo’ak being a bit of a bitch, mentions of hickies, cursing, & sad!reader at the end

taglist: @aonungsmate @optimisticblazetrash

word bank: sa’nok — mother, yawntu — beloved; love; loved one, yawne — beloved, sempul — father, iknimaya — rite of passage for na’vi teens, & toruk makto — rider of last shadow

note: bit of ooc lo’ak bc i know my baby would never, but for the sake of this plot he’s a bit of a douche towards reader. this is the first part & the second part will most likely be the last part but we’ll see! anyways, please enjoy <3

You hadn’t even been in Awa’atlu for two minutes before Ao’nung had decided to make his target.

The Olo’eyktan’s son had loved teasing you. Always pulling on your much smaller and thinner tail, causing you to hiss out in pain and smack his hand away as he and his other goons laughed. Always making fun of your pin straight hair, calling it dull and ugly compared to the other Metkayina’s long bouncy curls. Calling you a freak or alien due to your extra finger on both hands. He pushed your buttons on many occasions throughout the days you stayed on the island. He absolutely loved it. He loved riling you up and getting a reaction out of you. A small smirk dancing on his lips whenever he stormed away from his figure, fuming as a result of his continuous teasing.

But there was something that he loved more than teasing you. He loved loving you. He loved to grab your dainty hands in his and pull apart each finger gently, spreading your long fingers until they matched up against his larger hands, smirking at how smaller they looked even with the extra finger you produced. He loved playing with your braids, looping them around his pointer finger as he messed with the numerous beads and feathers adorning them. He loved calling you his yawntu. He loved seeing the light blush paint your cheeks purple whenever he called you a term of endearment. He loved putting his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your calming scent, making him purr out in delight. He loved all of you. Especially your stubborn personality that made him want to groan out in annoyance whenever things didn’t go your way. He adored and loved you.

Ao’nung had a funny way of expressing his interest in you at first. He practically followed you everywhere around the remote island. Sometimes he’d be teasing you as he trailed behind you, pulling at the string of your loincloth and laughing as it harshly snapped back against your dark azure skin. Sometimes he’d just be silent, basking solely in your presence as you explored the forest-like parts of the island. Other times he’d talk to you, asking what you did back home and what your favorite foods were, making a mental note to ask his Sa’nok if they had any of the ingredients so he could attempt to make it for you. And most of the time, he teased you and your siblings for your differences.

His teasing never bothered you, much. It was frustrating at times but it wasn’t like you never heard any of his teasing words before.

Back home, you, your twin brother, Lo’ak, and older sister Kiri were the talk of the village amongst the other children. You three were the only ones with five fingers on each hand and five toes on each foot, a differing contrast from the four fingered and toed children your age.

Children loved to call you half breed, alien, and even demon. They often pulled at your pinky, wanting to see what it would do as a reaction. They also pulled at your ears and tripped you wherever you went, pulling your feet into their hands to study your five toed foot. They were so cruel and mean growing up, eventually growing out of it as they got older. But, some children didn’t.

Oftentimes, whenever their teasing reached Neteyam or Lo’ak’s ears, they would avoid eye contact with you as your bullies sported new spilt lips and black eyes from your brother's anger. And even that didn’t stop some kids from continuing their teasing, but it was few and far in between once you completed your Iknimaya.

So when Ao’nung had begun to tease you and Kiri that one afternoon that ended in both Neteyam and Lo’ak beating him and his goons, Lo’ak made sure to keep you in his line of sight whenever you wandered off to do whatever you did. This had forced the both of you to keep your budding relationship a secret from your beloved twin brother.

And that’s what lead you to this very moment. You wrapped up in Ao’nung’s arms as the both of you hid away in your special secret spot that he found just for the two of you, looking up at the starry sky as your lover whispered sweet endearments into your sensitive ears.

“You make me so happy, yawntu,” Ao’nung gently whispered, nuzzling his face into the side of your head, burying it in your hair.

You softly giggled at your boyfriends actions, turning your head slightly to hide the part he was nuzzling into.

You loved it whenever Ao’nung went soft for you. It was only a sight for you to see and your heart warmed at that fact. Ao’nung had a tendency to keep others at an arms length at all times, doing so by hissing out harsh words and other means. But you could see through his façade the minute he began to pull your tail and tease you. He felt like he needed to be mean or seem dominant in public in order to receive respect from others within the clan. He was the Olo’eyktan’s only son and was expected to lead the clan one day. Ao’nung had so much pressure and weight put onto his shoulders from the expectations of his Sempul and clanspeople, something you could somewhat relate to being a child of Toruk Makto. Although that was no excuse for how he treated you and your siblings. You made him promise to not tease your siblings the way he did before when you got together. And he didn’t, keeping his promise he made to you.

“You make me happy too, Ma Ao’nung,” you whisper back, pulling a bit forward to lay a kiss on the boys turquoise skin.

Ao’nung had sighed out in contentment at your words, a soft purring sound emitting from his chest. He felt truly relaxed in your presence, it being evident in his lax body posture and rumbling coming from his chest.

“You’re purring, yawne,” you giggle out, smiling at the fact as you felt the rumbling movement against your back.

Ao’nung pouted at your words, “Am not,” he denied, resting his chin on your shoulder as he pulled his face away from your soft hair, “I do not purr.”.

The boy knew he was lying. Of course he purred whenever he was in your presence. But he didn’t want you to get too cocky from that fact. You already had him so wrapped around your finger that he didn’t need another reminder as to just how much he was in love with you.

You rolled your big amber eyes at your boyfriends denial, “Sure, Nung. You definitely do not purr”.

Ao’nung whined at your words, pulling you in closer to his chest, hiding his blushing face into your neck.

“I think it’s cute, my love,” you reassured, once again placing a kiss onto your lover's forehead, “It means you feel content and relaxed around me”.

At your words, Ao’nung smiled into your neck and pecked the side of it with a kiss. He was in so deep he was sure that Rotxo and his other friends would make fun of how he basically turned into putty in your presence.

Soon enough, you began to purr to response to Ao’nung constant rumbling, relax enough in his arms to do so.

He smiled at your purring, his getting even louder once he registered the fact.

Ao’nung began to gently kiss up and down the side of your neck, lightly biting where he placed a kiss every once in a while. He loved showing you how much he cared and adored you, often voicing his adoration through his kisses.

A gentle sigh escaped from your soft lips at your boyfriends actions, melting deeper into his embrace as he did so.

Everything was so quiet and peaceful. You felt as if you could stay in this moment for all eternity. Stay in Ao’nungs warm arms forever.

But all good things eventually come to an end.

You were to caught up in the feeling of Ao’nungs soft lips against your neck that you didn’t register the snapping of a branch a few feet away from the both of you. Your ears didn’t even twitch at the sound, to caught up in the sound of Ao’nung kissing hickies into your neck.

“Holy fuck,” a voice whispered out, making both you and Ao’nung freeze at the familiarity of it, stomachs twisting in anxiety, “You little shit!”.

There stood an angry Lo’ak, fists tightly clenched by his sides as his tail furiously swished side to side behind him. If looks could kill, Ao’nung would be six feet under by now.

“Lo’ak,” you whisper out, scrambling out of your boyfriends arms and onto your feet, meeting your brother halfway in his angry stride.

You made hard contact with the lean chest of your twin, putting your hands onto his chest to keep him a safe distance away from your lover.

“You’re seeing my sister?!” He hissed out, voice laced in anger, practically shaking at the intense feeling, “I told you to stay the fuck away from her! Do I need to beat it into you again before you understand?”.

You growled at your brother's words, lips drawn back in a scowl. You had growled and hissed at your twin only a couple of times and they all were when you were much younger than you were now.

Lo’ak growled back at you, too consumed in his anger to think clearly.

“What are you doing with him, (Y/N)? After all that he’s done to Kiri, to me, to you,” he hissed out yet again.

A deadly look had made its way onto Ao’nungs face as he glared at Lo’ak, quickly getting up to put himself between you and your very angry brother.

“Don’t talk to her like that,” he growled out between clenched teeth, getting behind you as he towered over your backside, back and head making contact with Ao’nungs chest.

Lo’ak drew his ears and lips back, actually hissing at the Metkayina boy. Ao’nung returned the gesture.

“I won’t hesitate to beat you to a pulp right here, right now in front of (Y/N), maybe then she’ll come to her senses about you and leave,” Lo’ak yelled out, attempting to get closer to your boyfriend but your body stopped him from doing so.

You gasped out at his words while Ao’nung growled once again at your brother. How dare he speak to him like that? To you like that?

“Lo’ak!” You exclaimed, shock and anger clearly written onto your face. You were angry at how your brother was acting. You knew that this kind of reaction was a possibility once you and Ao’nung were ready to expose your relationship, but you didn’t expect this kind of reaction.

“What is wrong with you?” You questioned, pushing at your twins chest, making him stagger a bit.

“Me? What’s wrong with me?” He hissed out, body shaking in anger as he pointed to himself with his closed fist, “What’s wrong with you? You’re the one slutting around with our bully!”.

Lo’ak’s words had caused you to shrink into yourself, causing intense hurt to spread throughout your body. Sure you and Lo’ak often argued as siblings do and called each other all kinds of names and neither of you meant it, but it seemed like your brother truly meant what he said.

A loud growl was heard from behind you, Ao’nung now extremely pissed at your sorry excuse for a brother. He would never call Tsireya a slut or even accuse her of slutting around with Lo’ak. He had actual common sense to never call his sister that.

“I’m going to kill you for talking to her like that, Lo’ak,” Ao’nung muttered, also shaking with anger.

Everything seemed to go silent as your ears began to block out any other noise except for your breathing and rapid, breaking heartbeat.

You began to walk away from the scene, sadness settling itself into your bones as you drifted further and further from your love and brother.

Maybe everything good doesn’t last forever.

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aroace-poly-show · 2 months

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ok here’s my hammer tier list. my thoughts under the read more

ball peen: s tier. funny name. made me laugh really hard. what more do you need. ok actual description its used for metal working in the peening (hehe) process (surface hardening through impact). its got a rounded head on one side and the other side has a flat side thats sometimes used for chiseling or striking punches (making a hole through a hard thing). but it is in s tier bc of the name.

___ hammer or as i dub it maraca hammer: s tier. maraca hammer. not all of them have the loose steel shot inside tho some are just made of a different material (rubber or durable plastic) that helps like. dampen the force of a hit so it doesn’t bounce back as much. its good for working in tight spaces + preventing accidental damage. would be a tier but the fact theres the maraca version with the beads inside (that serve the purpose of like spreading out the energy of the force of the hit) that you can hear gives it s tier to me

framing hammer: b tier. fine hammer. a type of claw hammer its got like a little bumpy grid on the head that helps it keep a grip while its hitting but it also leaves a mark on the wood it hits. the woods is usually a part of the frame of the structure (as said in the name)and theres a different type (a finishing hammer) to make wood that goes on the outside look nicer so it doesn’t really matter. gets the job done solid hammer

claw hammer: a tier. like the most basic hammer. the kind of hammer you think of when you think of a hammer (unless you think of a mallet). used for wood working mostly bc its not suited for metal stuff, but its got other general uses. a classic. where would we be without you claw hammer

( ‼️ animal death mention ‼️) cow hammer: e tier. can’t find a picture. used for animal slaughter. fallen out of use bc of animal welfare objections. probably kind of cruel way to do that. also just seems really inefficient. makes me sad.

drilling hammer/lump hammer: b tier. a smaller kind of sledgehammer. more light weight with a smaller handle. useful in light demolition work or like cutting stuff with a chisel. also used in scouts stuff!! for like tent stakes and similar things.

gavel: s tier. i think we all know what a gavel is. judges use in it court its the little hammer they bang for stuff. s tier bc i’d have a lot of fun with it if i had it

geologist’s hammer: a tier. its in the name, geologists used it to open up specimens and shit.finds pretty rocks so thats why its a tier. wooo

warrington hammer: s tier. its a kind of cross peen hammer. giggling. fun name unlike the ball peen tho its used for wood working. thin side sets a nail flat side drives it in. can be used for other stuff like fixing a bent nail. more precise than a claw hammer

mallet: b tier. rubber roundish head. bunch of different kinds. didn’t feel like reading every single time since i’m already doing that for the hammers so. b tier

rock climbing hammer: a tier. the wiki page for this is very barren but not much explanation needed i think. its for rock climbing, specifically aid climbing, for putting in and taking out pitons and the like. useful for Not Falling and Dying. but also it looks like a plague doctor mask and its silly and i like it

sledgehammer: a tier. BIG HAMMER!!! also distributes force over a bigger area. but BIG HAMMER!!!!

soft faced hammer: b tier. like dead hammer its for not causing as much damage as normal hammers. but no maraca. no fun colors like it either.

spiking hammer/spiking maul: b tier. used for striking nails into the railroads. cool! idk i dont have a lot of feelings on it and i dont know how much more i can fit in a tier lmao

splitting maul: c tier. more of an ax than a hammer tbh. used for splitting wood.

stone mason’s hammer: b tier. one side has a little thinish part part and the other part is flat. can be used to cut bricks and stones and stuff and chisel without an actual chisel. also used by geologists!

upholstery hammer: b tier. its in the name. used for upholstery. often has a magnetic side for picking up tacks. has kinda been replaced by the staple gun though

hammer drill: c tier. more of a drill but behaves enough like a hammer for me to allow it i guess. im less interested in the mechanically powered ones ngl

jackhammer: a tier. very cool actually. combines a hammer and a chisel. not fun if its nearby bc its loud and annoying but cool if i’m just passing by. used to break up rock and concret and shit. brrrrrrrrrrrr

steam hammer: a tier. now that is a solid mechanical hammer i think. actually hammery. used for shaping forgings and driving piles.

trip hammer: S TIER. I LIED THIS ONE IS A GOOD MECHANICAL HAMMER. variety of uses like for processing grain in agriculture crushing metal ores in mining and in forges formaking iron into workable iron bars. old as fuck too. unfortunately replaced by the power hammer.

power hammer: a tier. extremely similar to the steam hammer. replaced the trip hammer which makes me sad. but its still cool

nail gun: d tier. that is a gun.

staple gun: d tier. that is also a gun.

#mono’s stuff #hammer posting

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jazminrhode1 · 1 year

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Hey babeee, can u do one where chris asks his crushhhh to prom? Love your writing please never stop bc I fucking love iiiit ;P

Better Late Than Never Chris Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: Chris confesses his feelings for you at prom.

Word Count: 1618 words

Chris always had a lot of bravado. He could have fooled you into thinking he didn’t give two fucks and that was a part of his charm - it also drove you fucking crazy. He wore chaos like an armour to hide his vulnerability but, every now and then you got to see the softer side of him.

You had met Chris is freshman year when you were paired together for a science project. You both failed because he did nothing, but he made you laugh the whole semester.

From time to time, you would catch him looking your way and diverting his eyes when he saw that you noticed. He always sat next to you because he wanted to “copy your answers” but, as the years went on, you weren’t convinced.

When he was in a bad mood he would slump down in his seat and rest his head on your shoulder. When he was in a good mood, he would do whatever he could to make you laugh.

Your friends always thought that you and Chris would get together. They always talked about you both being high school sweethearts but, Chris never seemed to make a move. He seemed to always leave you hanging but, you never took it personally. You didn’t think it was intentional.

One afternoon in a freshman year math class, rumors were spreading around the school that you were dating some kid from the hockey team. The first thing that Chris said to you was “I fucking hate that kid.” You shrugged it off. You didn’t even know the guy but, it made you feel good that it made Chris jealous.

As you sat in the back of your English class or front row in Spanish, the teachers would ask repeatedly for you both to stop talking but, it never worked. Going into you senior year you felt like he knew everything about and you knew everything about him too.

Senior year felt different from the very first day. The cliques were changing, your group of friends got smaller and Chris started sitting with Nate.

You tried not to think too much of it, it’s not like the seat beside you was assigned to Chris but, you missed the jokes he made under his breath and the snacks that he snuck into class. Most of all, you missed him.

After 2 years you could finally admit to yourself that maybe you did like him… Really like him and maybe now he didn’t like you back.

The first semester came and went and you spent more time with Nick than you did with Chris. The gazes were few and far between and the jokes became crueler. Nick tried to convince you that it was because he had a crush on you but, you had a hard time believing that.

As your Senior Prom got closer and closer, you were beginning to think that no one would ask. A couple of your friends were going alone and you were happy to tag along. Who remembers their senior prom anyway? You, that’s who.

Matt has asked your friend Amelia and Nick was going with his latest fling - some boy called Jake from your home room. From what you’d heard, Chris hadn’t asked anyone nor was he planning to. He had announced one lunchtime that promposals were “stupid” and that prom itself was “fucking lame”. You didn’t know if he was trying to be the big man or if he actually believed what he was saying but, it made your heart sink a little.

After almost a year of not speaking more than 5 words to Chris at a time, he flagged you down in the hallway. Was he going to ask you to prom? Your heart started racing.

“Do you have those math notes?” he said casually.

Your heart dropped as you shook your heard. “Fuck” he responsed.

“Not you…” he clarified. “Oh yeah, I got that” you replied.

He stood there awkwardly for a second too long before he turned on his heels to walk away.

“Hey, are you not going to prom?” you blurted out, feeling stupid.

He turned back around slowed and leaned up against the locker. “I mean, I’ll probably go…” he started, “don’t wanna miss out on my James Bond moment.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He had a way about him that made you feel at ease. He was killing you. All you wanted was for him to pull out a poster in front of everyone in the hall and ask you to do your first and last senior prom.

“Well...” you started. “Did you wanna go?” he asked seemingly out of nowhere, “with me, I mean?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. “Oh. Yeah. Sure” you stammered. You could feel the goofiest smile spread across your face and tried your best to hide it. “Cool” was all he said before he walked away.

On the day of the prom, Chris still hadn’t ‘promposed’ to you. You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up but, you also knew that he knew how much that would have meant to you.

All of your friends were getting ready at your house blasting Taylor Swift as your mom helped everyone with their hair. You chose a light blue dress because you knew it was Chris’ favourite colour and found the perfect tie to match it.

As it got closer to 5 pm butterflies began to swarm in your stomach. This could be the start of something and you were not at all prepared for what that could be.

The doorbell rang 30 minutes later when the boys arrived. They had pulled up in a limo that was going to take you to the prom. Your friends rushed downstairs while you tried to tidy up a little. “Go have fun, sweetheart,” your Mom said as she admired you in your dress.

When you went downstairs, everyone had gone outside to take their pictures. Chris waiting for you, leaning against the balustrade. He turned around when he heard you coming down the stairs. He looked real fucking good in a tux. This was his James Bond moment.

His mouth hung open as he looked you up and down. You thought it was safe to assume that he liked your dress. As you stopped in front of him, you noticed that he was holding something behind his back.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly. “Hi,” he replied with a grin on his face.

He took a step back and pulled a cardboard sign out from behind him that read ‘BETTER LATE THAN NEVER… WILL YOU PLEASE GO TO THE PROM WITH ME?’ Very on brand for Christopher Sturniolo.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t do something more elaborate,” he said.

“This was perfect,” you laughed, “I didn’t need anything.” You meant that. You didn't need anything more than this but, your heart skipped a beat knowing that he did this for you. He did this because he knew it was important to you.

That reminded him that he has gotten you a corsage. He grabbed the corsage from the entry table and slid it onto your write.

“It matches the dress,” he observed. You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or congratulating himself. Probably the latter.

“Should we go outside?” you asked, keen to join the rest of the group.

“In a minute,” he said, checking to see no one was around.

You were confused. He had barely spoken to you for almost a year and now he wanted to have a conversation? Chaotic Chris was back at it again!

He folded his arms across his chest as he tried to figure out what he was going to say. You waited awkwardly hoping this moment would be over soon.

“Y/n…” he started. You waited... And waited.

“I don’t know how to say this…” he continued, “I think I’ve spent a lot of time confusing the heck out of myself and sending mixed signals and trying to figure out what’s going on in your heard… in my head…”

He was making no sense. He was driving a train of thought with no direction and you were beginning to think that he might never get to the point… Until he did.

“I have liked you since freshman year. I have spent years trying not to because you are one of my best friends and I don’t ever want to lose but, I really, really like you y/n and I just wanted you to know that” he said.

You were stunned. Shocked. He said everything that you wanted him to say and still, you didn’t know what to do. You hadn't planned for this part.

“It’s ok if you don’t…” before he could finish his sentence your lips were on his, your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist.

You were the first to pull away and gaze up into his eyes. “I hope that was ok” you asked.

His arms snaked around your waist as a smile spread across his face. He pulled you back in and planted another kiss on your lips. This time it felt like a couple reuniting after years and years apart. It felt natural and passionate and was more than you would have hoped it would be.

When you went out into the backyard hand in hand your best friends squealed in excitement. “Finally!” Nick said as he pulled you both into the picture.

Your Mom had always told you that ‘good things take time’ but, no amount of time could have prepared you for this.

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isa-ah · 5 months

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gamers help me world build. the general genres are horror, speculative biology & shouldn't have gone there.

the generalized idea is a fantasy world that's not rlly all that different from ours, but magic and different creatures are an accepted and mundane part of life. the cast is a pentuplet of 3 researches / 1 adventurer / 1 body guard that are tasked with exploring a newly opened passage in the belly of a cave that seems to have tapped into a wholly new network with some very pronounced... oddities.

this network has been sealed off for milennia and has fostered an ecosystem entirely unique to itself. I'm rlly going for deep sea evolution vibes; half the critters are blind and go by hearing, vibrations or scent, the rest use some manner of bioluminescence to communicate in the dark. some fat lazy reptiles that stick to the walls and barely move or react, some semi aquatic, at least one carnivore w plenty of detritivores...

the plants have evolved over time their own brand of bioluminescence to attract the lower rungs of the food chain to themselves and so when they first arrive it's like breathtakingly beautiful and alien. just really bizarre and pretty and they're setting up camp right at the mouth of this juncture so they can make trips in without setting up entirely within the network.

the horror elements coming in with a specific type of fungus that strikes up like a cyan match underfoot and lets out clouds of glowing spores. they don't think too much of it but over the weeks to come they're going to be changed by it in really grotesque ways, I think. (and perhaps see this happen at a much faster scale to small critters with morbid realization).

glowing veins and bones and rotting, eventual blindness as the fungus grows over the wet surface of your eyes, yeah, but maybe it has almost rabies like effects where they become extremely photosensitive and claustrophilic, finding further, more narrow passages to cram into to better spread the fungus.

I've considered a lot of other horror angles to go with it too, like beginning to hallucinate pretty potently and becoming aggressively distrusting of their companions. maybe the body guard even kills one of the party and they scatter after that. a final girl moment where one of the researches has managed to stay safe but in her final escape attempt she hits a patch and realizes if she goes aboveground she'll only be spreading this beyond the passage, & so with the last vestiges of her autonomy she tries to seal it back in...

the types of plants, fruit, flowers, critters, etc... those are what I really want to dig into tho. the stuff they'd be researching and learning about. I haven't had a whole lot of ideas on what to use yet but anyone who does have thoughts send it to my inbox. 👀

restrictions are primarily nothing too big, and nothing that burrows. I think burrowers would have been discovered significantly sooner? so let's stay contained to preexisting tunnels. definitely got plenty of groundwater, springs trickling down the walls and pooling in flooded passageways etc. otherwise I don't have a lot of ideas yet!

also open to discussing the party. I think the final girl will be a magical researcher who's that clumsy kind of determined. the adventurer being any kind of smaller race (do I even want to use traditional fantasy races? idk!) and the body guard being the largest amongst them and by far the physically strongest.

thematically the horrors of spelunking at all, hypothermia being a constantly offset issue leading to paradoxical undressing as the fungus overrides basic control, stripping the last of your dignity and humanity, how prolonged darkness convinces you you can see (even after, say, fungal nodes have overtaken your eyes), no shortage of auditory hallucinations bc the white noise of trickling water is all you'd ever hear, the body guard becoming a very great threat after killing the adventurer, having become extremely hostile in response to the fungus.. u get the picture.

#what do i even tag this as #cave fungus project #<- lol. lmao even #horror #unsanitary

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plethomacademia · 9 months

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in this one astarion takes a strap ...

... after being vulnerable about it for 725 words. This is a drabble that will likely end up in a longer fic (eventually)

Tags I guess: sub astarion, dom f!durge, bickering couple, no one is nice, everyone is in love, Halsin is their third but he's not here in this

If you like this, go check out my fic where Astarion, Maeve, and Halsin have a first connection via tadpole voyeurism and stay tuned bc I plan to have the little elves crying about their feelings while their service top big elf tells them that they are cute.

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“It’s smaller than I expected, that’s all,” Astarion says.

His partner Maeve has him naked on his back in the cramped little bed they share, his left leg propped up on her shoulder. Fisted in her hand is the purchase she has been whispering in his ear about for days now, a special trip she had taken on her own to a certain vendor in a certain part of the city. Her hand is slick with the oil she has been using to prepare him, now also covering the -- as he had said -- smaller than he had expected false cock that she has strapped to herself.

He knows his comment is meaner than it should, but her eyes light up and she smiles in a way that only she seems capable, her teeth a set of daggers. “It’s proportionate. Are you really trying to pick a fight right now?”

“No.” She shifts a little closer to him, begins to line herself up, and he continues. “It’s just, I had thought this was preparation. You know, for Halsin.”

She flexes the hand that holds his ankle, lets her nails dig in a bit. “My sweet heart, if you want Halsin’s cock, you should speak more than six words to him. But if you want my cock, then you should shut your mouth and let me fuck you with it.”

“Have you even done this before?”

She blinks at him. “Head trauma?” she reminds him.

Right. Yes, of course. How would she know?

He opens his mouth to say something else and she cuts him off. “You are comfortable with this, aren’t you? Just because you said you were before doesn’t mean —”

“I want to do this.” He pauses and she waits for him to speak, her grip on his ankle now a caress. “I mean,” he finally says, “perhaps if you kiss me, I will be more amenable.”

“Astarion,” she says and he cannot figure out her tone. It is not frustration, as he might have expected, nor desire, even though there is some desire in there. Her hand on his ankle slides up his calf to his knee. She begins to lift it and he follows the motion until both of his feet are flat on the bed around her and he is spread wide with her hips between his legs.

“Astarion,” she says again, this time with almost kindness as she continues sliding that hand up his thigh, joins it with its partner on his opposite leg. She bends to follow the motion with her lips, peppering his skin with kisses up his thighs, into the divot of his hips, up his side. She catches his nipple with her tongue on the way and then she is laying against him, the cool heft of her cock against his hip, almost touching his own.

“Astarion,” she says one more time as she hovers above his face and he can tell her tone now. She is teasing him, but in the way that they always tease each other. She braces on her arms and she kisses him then. Her kiss is brutal, her tongue piercing. He bucks against her and she mimics the motion and they are all but rutting against each other.

She breaks the kiss after a moment, licks her way to his ear. “Are you amenable, then? Or would you like to do something else?”

He answers by reaching between them to hold her smaller than he had expected cock, stroking it again to get a feel for it. She pushes herself up to watch what he is doing, moves her hips to follow his guidance as he pushes her back. She has fucked him with her fingers before, but she is an eager student whenever they add something new and her gray eyes are fixated as the head of her lines up with him. She replaces his hand with hers and as she begins to press forward, she looks up at his face.

Whatever she sees, she smiles daggers again. “Look at you,” she whispers and he feels the flush that goes across him. “Imagine all the ways we can do this once I learn you properly.”

She is finally seated and he cannot help it, he casts out one more barb. “Then you should probably stop talking and start practicing, darling.”

#astarion #bg3 #astarion x dark urge #elf pile #sub astarion

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eldritch-spouse · 9 months

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pinnie!

what if Santi's mistress/the person who bought him was vesper's match (let's just say Santi sparred us is bc we are a bad bitch not bc we are his match tho I do think vesper and Santi sharing a match is interesting)

when the new queen moves in she just walks in with Santi while giving vesper the biggest puppy dog eyes ever "can I please keep my horny guy? he'll be good I promise"

Santi did not expect to see you at the auction.

This is a surface auction, and not even the most opulent of them, what is the very Queen of Lust doing here?! Every other poor concubus in the line up was aware of this too.

Because even if they had never seen Vesper, even if the King wasn't there himself, you reeked of the most powerful incubus in the Hells. Not to mention the marks spread across your skin...

Santi just had to go home with you. For kicks.

The incubus plays his part well, targeting you specifically, using every trick in the book to force your attention on him, and subtly snapping at any other concubus present who was still composed enough to have the same idea.

There's a giant grin on his face as the two of you walk together, escorted by your luxurious vehicle and guards, venturing through the rifts that lead to Lust. Santi knows this path like the back of his hand, but he plays stupid anyway, always eager to ask for your perspective on things and all too happy to slide his hands anywhere. As his old friend's lover, as a Queen, he'd be remiss not to make your purchase worth the hassle.

The first red flag for you should be that Santi actively greets some of the harem members when you bring him to the mansion. The second is the face Vesper makes when he turns around to see you two. The demonlord cackles at your question.

" Santi, back on the auction blocks, are you? " The King playfully chastises, coming over to slap a large hand on the incubus' shoulder while you stand there in visible bewilderment.

" Can you blame me? It's usually so amusing. Besides, I get to see the world this way, hm? " The smaller incubus winks. " Just never think I'd find my way back home. Escorted by my lovely new Mistress here- "

Both of them chuckle, Vesper sliding his knuckles over your cheek sweetly before removing the leash from your grasp and using it to harshly, jarringly pull at Santi's tits, twisting the length of it around his forearm. The demon you bought screams out a moan so loud it rattles the walls, biting at his lips hard as the delicious tangle of pain and pleasure renders him speechless.

" Vixen, you have a great eye for pretty toys! " Vesper seems legitimately happy about the situation. " But this one here- " There's a sharper tug that makes Santi have to stand on his very toes, keening. " It would be a crime to keep it sealed within my walls. "

A mock-pout graces the Icon's features. " I'm afraid it's a catch and release, sweetness. "

" But- I paid for him! That's not fair! " You bark at the Lord of Lust.

" You did pay for him, yes! " Vesper consoles, finally letting up so Santi can sway in place and rub at his sore chest. " And you can have Santi whenever you please, but- "

He bends towards you, placing a gentle peck to your forehead. " Trust me, his shenanigans are too funny to keep him at the mansion. You'll understand soon enough. "

Squinting, your pout remains, looking longingly at the pretty incubus you just bought yet will apparently have to let go of eventually.

The King claps a hand over the recovering high-ranker's back, getting an 'oof' in response. " So sugardick, how about you spend the night here with me and my Queen? Just like old times. "

Santi snickers. " Just like old times. "

#Vesper oc #Santi oc

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ghoulangerlee · 1 year

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Just the Tip; MountainDew; Explicit

second part to the MountainDew fic I wrote the other day — I would just reblog and add it to the other post but I want it to be spread around/in the tags ]:

written on my phone at work once again bc I can't wait —pls let me know if something doesn't look right!!

Mountain gets fucked by Dew for the first time and it's A Lot for him. (partly because of the Dick but also partly bc Dew as a lover is definitely not what he expected [positive]), very brief mention of fisting bc we're at that point I guess.

this one is present tense but it's still part 2 i promise

Dews fingertips are cold, even as he tries to warm the lube up on his palms where most of the heat is, but the second he presses one slick fingertip against where Mountain wants him the most—its cool, cold in a way that makes Mountain shiver in anticipation.

It's nice, in a way, against his overheated skin.

His own cock is soft against his thigh now and small, even smaller than when he's hard but, he won't be hard again for a bit, maybe by the time Dew's easing into him, whenever that is, because Dew had whispered, into his skin, against his lips, how thorough he needed to be with the prep.

Now that he's seen Dew naked—miles of dusty gray skin, molten red freckles along his hip bones and up his sides over scarred skin from his transformation, his cock, thick and long and heavy enough that it doesn't quite curve upwards against his belly like most of the other cocks that Mountain's seen.

He understands now.

Involuntarily, he clenches before Dew's even worked a finger inside of him, his eyes drawn to the way his cock just moves, he wants it in his mouth, wants to feel his jaw ache as he tries to swallow him down.

He's good with his mouth, has never had a complaint from any of his past partners and he knows without a doubt that if Dew asked him to choke on it, he would.

"You're looking an awful lot, big guy," Dew comments, though he's not watching Mountain directly, his eyes are trained further down, between Mountain's legs as he presses cool fingertips against him, over and over, spreading lube around, the gel warming as it touches his skin.

Can you blame me? He wants to ask, but the words don't come out, it's like he can't speak suddenly as the gentle rubbing turns into pressure, turns into Dew slipping one of his slim fingers inside him, slick and easy and like nothing at all.

How is it going to fit? He thinks, eyes fluttering closed as he presses his head back into the pillow under him, mouth opening in a gasp.

Dew's other hand comes up to rest on his thigh, far away from his cock that's still soft, petting him as he eases the first finger up to his knuckle, like Mountain is some sort of virgin who's never taken anything before.

"Just breathe through it," Dew murmurs, drawing his cool fingertips against Mountain's inner thigh in slow, comforting circles, "We'll get there when you're ready," he continues, as if he knows what Mountain is thinking.

It continues much like this for a bit longer, with Dew's finger inside of him, with him moving, slowly, oh so slowly, curling his finger each time he pulls it out, a tease of a sensation that has Mountain's hands clenched tight in the sheets bunched under his thighs.

He's so careful, when this whole time he'd expected something fast and dirty, quick prep and Dew fucking into him in a way that left behind an ache—though he's sure, even after all the prep, there will still be an ache, he'll feel this for days. Days where he can only think of Dew inside of him, splitting him open.

There's a brief pause in Dew's movements, but Mountain's not really paying much attention; the sound of the lube opening and closing again and then two fingers pressing into him, spreading only slightly as they come to a stop just beyond the second knuckle again, Dew's other hand still drawing soothing circles against his inner thigh, the cool touch keeping him grounded.

Mountain breathes through his nose, loud enough that Dew glances up at him for a moment, finally looking away from his hands, tilting his head, his red eyes curious, "Having second thoughts?" He asks, entirely too earnest, moving his hand to pet along the outside of Mountain's thigh.

When Mountain shakes his head, Dew gets a smile on his face, "Ah," he says, as if he knows that at this very moment, every preconceived notion that Mountain had about Dew is being turned on its head. "Can you answer out loud for me?" He asks, "Or are you too overwhelmed?"

He manages to lift his hand, finding purchase on Dew's leg, his palm warm and a little sweaty from where he'd been gripping the sheets, "No second thoughts," he gets out, stretching one of his legs out further, to give Dew more space to settle in, "Please."

Dew hums then, looking all at once like he's preening, that his ability to leave Mountain a mess were something to be happy about. "You're doing so well for me," he murmurs then, bowing over Mountain's body, pressing a kiss against his thigh, close to where his cock is still resting. "Soon I'll give you what you want," he continues speaking, his breath warm against Mountain's skin, "Do you trust me?"

Mountain gasps softly, and his cock finally gives a little twitch as he keens high in his throat, "Yes," he forces out, going breathless again when Dew spreads his fingers and starts fucking him with them. "Oh."

"You've been so quiet, big guy," Dew murmurs, mouthing at his thigh, pressing an open mouthed kiss right beside his cock. "It's nice hearing you now. I wonder how loud you'll get as I keep putting my fingers in you."

Mountain groans then, his hips involuntarily pressing upwards against Dew's mouth, all while he tries to push down against his fingers, and he thinks, somewhat distantly, that Dew is just preparing him, that he's not going to put his fist in him but oh there's a thought.

He has to pack it away for later, something to think about after all of this is over, because he's not even hard yet but he feels so on the edge oh so suddenly.

When Dew finally presses inside with three fingers, Mountain can't stop the animalistic snarl that tears out of him, his oh so careful control snapping in two as he digs his now sharp nails into the sheets, the bed, most likely ripping into the mattress but he can't think of anything beyond the point where they're connected.

How will it be when he's finally inside of me? Is the only coherent thought he has, and no matter how much he tries to spur Dew on—rocking down against his fingers, spreading his legs wider, softly begging for more, none of it works. Dew doesn't speed up, he doesn't move onto the main thing, he doesn't do anything except smile softly and keep the same slow and deep, thorough pace.

"Trust me, big guy," he says, dragging his blunt nails across Mountain's inner thigh, feeling the muscle jump under his touch, "You don't want me to rush this," he smiles at him, "Next time though, we'll go as fast as you like."

And oh. Next time.

Mountain's trying not to think about what next time could entail, he doesn't want to cross the frayed wires in his brain, but he can't help but think about their positions reversed, about Dew under him while he sits on his cock. Thinks about the praise coming from Dew while Dew holds onto his hips and Mountain rides him, slow and careful, not letting him come until Mountain's content and sore.

Sometime between one thought and the next, Dew's pulling his fingers free and picking the lube up again, and Mountain's hopeful, when he squeezes some into his palm and warms it up, but then he's slicking up four fingers, biting his lower lip as he presses them slowly into Mountain.

The stretch of it takes his breath away, and he inhales, for a brief moment he tries to close his legs, to push Dew's fingers out, his hand away, because the stretch of it is a lot.

Dew's petting his thigh, whispering softly as he does, inching his fingers in slowly, oh so slowly, before he pulls his hand away to grab the lube away, squeezing more out onto his fingers as they disappear inside Mountain. "Breathe through it, big guy," he murmurs, "Just let me in," he says, low and filthy, "I know you can take it."

Mountain gasps, words fall from his mouth on autopilot—Dew's name, over and over, like a prayer, a plea, for more or for Dew to stop until the stretch eases, he's not sure.

Dew's hand finds his cock, still soft, small, not even a handful like this, but he doesn't comment on it, doesn't focus on the humiliation of it as he touches him, careful and light like he's fragile.

Mountain's thankful. He feels fragile right now, like one wrong move will topple him over into something he can't name—if Dew were to be rough, if he were to grip him tight and try to rush him he may just come apart at the seams. Drop down, down into some sort of deep chasm.

Dew hums, a soft, steady sort of melody that draws Mountain out of his thoughts and puts the focus back on him, his touch light and gentle, exploring his cock all the while his fingers curl and press against his walls.

"There you are," Dew murmurs when he feels Mountain start to grow hard, "You're perfect like this, baby. So tight around my fingers, nice and snug in my hand. Am I making you feel good?" He asks, earnest again as he looks up at Mountain's face.

When Mountain goes to nod, he switches gears, wills away his claws so he can touch Dew again without hurting him, "So good," he manages to get out in a slur, the words thick on his tongue. "'mazing."

Dew's smile is a bright point of light in the darkness of Mountain's bedroom, "Thank you for answering me with words," he says, rewarding him with a gentle upstroke, a careful flick of his wrist as Mountain's cock fattens up in his hand.

The movement draws a punched out groan from him and his eyes close once more as he presses his head back into the bed, his hair a mess with sweat and tangled from his movement, he wants, oh he wants so much. He wants everything with Dew.

"Almost there," Dew murmurs softly, "So close, big guy. Just a little bit more. You're squeezing my fingers so tight I'm afraid I'll come before I get the head in." He admits, and Mountain can hear how wrecked he sounds. His voice nearly tipping over into desperation. "So fuckin' gorgeous like this. So pliant and greedy. You're so hungry for it."

The words alone pull him to full hardness, nevermind whatever Dew's doing with his fingers, the stretch and pull of them tugging and tugging at his rim as he pulls out so slowly and pushes back in.

Despite the desperation, the thickness of Dew's scent as his arousal mixes with the smell of his precome and sweat, Dew doesn't speed up, he doesn't rush the last of the prep, he just touches him, building Mountain's pleasure up slowly, wholly, in an all consuming way.

Time slows and thickens as Mountain's head grows foggy, as he floats between two points, Dew's hands playing him as if he were one of the fire ghoul's beloved instruments.

He almost doesn't notice when Dew's fingers slip out of him, until he realizes that he's gaping, just a bit, when he clenches around nothing it's almost painful, so painful he whines.

"Shh," Dew murmurs, petting Mountain's thigh with his lube sticky hand, and then he's pushing himself up to his knees, bowing over Mountain's body so they're face to face.

Mountain tilts his head, reaching up and drawing Dew down into a kiss, a kiss so gentle that it makes Mountain's heart thump loudly in his chest and when the kiss comes to a natural end, Dew leans into Mountain's hand and smiles at him.

"Please," he whispers, feeling raw, feeling needy, feeling so much that he's sure he'll burst soon.

Dew's smile turns soft then and he turns his head, pressing a kiss to Mountain's palm before he pulls back, settles back between Mountain's thighs, getting the lube.

Mountain's mouth waters as he watches Dew squeeze lube into his hand, as his hand wraps around himself, stroking, covering himself in lube, fingers barely meeting around the girth, he whines deep in his chest, the sound pitiful and sad until Dew looks up at him again.

"Hey," Dew says, scooting closer, his hand wrapped around himself halfway down, not at the base, "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?" He asks, the question rhetorical as he shuffles Mountain's leg with his free hand, nudging it outwards until he's got enough room.

He's close enough now that Mountain can feel the head of his cock press against him, waiting, and then Dew's other hand wraps around him again, slick with lube and warm, encasing him so wholly that Mountain almost forgets about Dew's cock.

Except he doesn't, he doesn't, because then Dew is looking down between them, guiding himself closer and pressing ininin.

Mountain's breath is pulled from his lungs and his cock goes a little soft in Dew's hand as the stretch borders on too much, all the whole Dew continues to stroke him, murmuring soft and breathless praises to him as he goes.

It seems like hours pass, but finally, finally, the head of Dew's cock pops in, drawing a garbled sounding moan from Dew when Mountain squeezes tight around him.

"Relax big guy," Dew says, a breathless wheeze, "Gonna blow my load before we even get to the good part, baby."

Mountain makes a noise, mournful and sad, but he does relax, eventually, and Dew's able to start moving again, slow and steady even though when Mountain's lucid enough to open his eyes and look at the fire ghoul, he looks like he's barely able to restrain himself.

Time slows even more to a crawl when Dew's about halfway in, and Mountain had enough wits about him to rest a hand on Dew's thigh, "Enough," he breathes out, "So full, can't."

Dew shushes him, rubs his thigh gently, "Just breathe for me," he murmurs, "We'll work up to you taking me fully, we can stop here," he says lowly, shifting his hips a bit, sliding out a little, "Good boy," he murmurs, when he feels Mountain's cock go fully hard again, "You like that, huh?"

Mountain whines, bares his throat, "Oh," he breathes out. "I'm so full," he shifts his hips down against Dew, clenching around him. "Baby."

Dew hums softly, settling one of his hands on Mountain's hip, thumb pressed to the bone there, "Feel good?" He asks, mouth dropping open as Mountain rhythmically clenches around him, "Oh baby, you're so greedy for it," he murmurs, squeezing his hip as he pulls out a bit and then thrusts back in, "Just gotta train you a bit more, you'll be able to take all of me in no time."

Mountain likes the sound of that, the idea of being trained to take Dew's cock whenever he wants. Whenever Dew wants. He feels an animalistic need inside him, begging, pleading for that, to be useful for Dew. To be needed so carnally.

"Oh baby, we're going to get there," Dew promises, fucking into him now, with so much care that the difference between his thoughts and Dew's actions cause him to go dizzy. "We get you all trained up to take me proper and I'll make a good, respectable ghoul out of you yet."

Mountain goes nearly cross-eyed with pleasure, between Dew splitting him open, the filth he's speaking, the way Dew's been fondling his cock this whole time, teasing and playing with him, he feels like he's already full to burst.

"Please," Mountain manages, unsure of what exactly he's asking for, keening in his throat when Dew's speed picks up the tiniest bit, when his cock presses right against his prostate with each thrust. "Yes, Dew, oh," he lets out, one long, loud moan, his hips fucking upwards once, twice, again, and then he's coming messily into Dew's fist, clenching tight around him.

"Shit," Dew swears, "Shit, fuck, Mountain baby," he barely manages to stop himself from thrusting all the way into Mountain, gritting his teeth as he lets go of Mountain's spend cock and grabs his other hip instead, smearing come all over his skin as he pulls Mountain down onto his cock, guiding him as he chases his own release.

Mountain's lightheaded, he's floating, he's somewhere not entirely here anymore, his own thought is the thickness of Dew's cock, the heat coming from him, the points of cool against his hips as Dew fucks him, seemingly finally letting go of whatever restraint he'd had the entire time leading up to now.

"Want it," Mountain slurs, "Fill me up," he mumbles, blindly searching for one of Dew's hands, prying it off of his hip so he can hold it instead, twining their fingers together and gripping Dew's hand tightly as he clenches around his cock.

Dew let's out a punched out sounding groan, his shoulders hunching over Mountain as he fucks into him harder, nails digging into Mountain's hip as he lets out a guttural groan and comes, fucking his hips inwards a few times, as his other hand comes down to jack the rest of his cock.

Mountain makes a sort of content sound, even as the overstimulation starts prickling just below the surface—now that he's come, now that he's coming down, he feels split open in a way that's bordering on unpleasant.

"Shh," Dew murmurs, squeezing Mountain's hand—Mountain must have made some kind of noise, something, because Dew's pulling out suddenly, but the rush of come that follows makes Mountain wish he could get hard again, warm and sticky as it soaks his inner thighs, his ass, the sheets under him.

"Gonna be uncomfortable real soon," Dew says, tries to untangle his hand from Mountain's so he can pull away and go get something to clean them up with but Mountain just grunts and pulls Dew on top of him, high enough that he can hide his face in Dew's throat.

"Don't care. Stay." Mountain says, his voice shaky but firm as he wraps an arm around Dew's waist, "Stay."

Dew laughs, and Mountain can feel it, but he also feel Dew wipe his hand on the sheets beside them, come and lube and sweat, before his somewhat clean hand starts carding through Mountain's hair.

"Yeah, yeah okay." Dew says, fond and happy, "But I'm running a bath for you later."

Mountain just makes a noise of agreement and lets himself float, surrounded in the scent of them.

#mountaindew #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost fic #my writing #i wrote this on my phone bc i need to focus on my jacket and my wip this weekend oops #here ya go!!#brief moment if silence i almost gave dew a monster dick specifically for the concept of Dick Bulge™ in Mountain's stomach LMAO

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