lowkeyyyy been thinking how cool a book where the mc starts as an outsider in a new world would be, kinda like avatar or dune, where we'd need to learn about the culture and way of life, and slowly become a part of it
Happy Pride Month everyone! And with that— we're happy to announce the rc catalog pride event is in full session! Unlike last year, we've decided this time to let you guys go wild— do whatever you'd like! No specific themes, prompts or anything, just be wild, be queer & be sexy 💫
Our main rules being that it (of course) fits the Catalog guidelines & that it's a new creation, of course.
Make sure you put a page break if your creation is over 100 words
Book: Te Amo 2
Paring: Matt/Liz
Rating: E
words: 1400
Warnings: sexual content, masturbation, light voyeurism, sex, dick touchin
Actual smut? in the porn masterlist??? unheard of.
@rc-catalog
Stepping into the shower, he let out a sigh. He was going crazy. He was sure. It was getting harder by the hour not to touch her, when she made so hard throughout the day. The vision of her in that Instagram post stayed nipping at his ear no matter how frigid the water was.
She was at a beach sometime before they reconnected. Her legs stretched out towards the waves, a fruity blue drink in hand. A hand grabbed at her waist in the next photo, absently he wondered what it felt like to hold her as his hand reached for his dick.
Cool drops of water beat against his oversensitive skin as he thought of her. Of her hand in place of his, stroking him as she stretched to kiss him. He imagined her hair wet, clinging to her skin, then he imagined brushing the clingy strands away to take their place. Breaking their kiss only to lay them upon every other inch of her. What sounds would be brought out, if he licked at her neck?
Her breasts heavy and warm within his palms, and his skin much too thin for her nails that dug into it.
"Fuck…. Zara." he breathed out, his voice tight and raspy and surely not loud enough to break over the sound of the water, but even still, there was tense chill that blanketed the room as he paused his movements. He broke the illusion to look towards the still closed door. His eyes darted about the room but found everything as it was before.
He waited for a moment before he fell back into the rhythm, quickening his pace and catching his bottom lip between his teeth— his brows knitting together and his muscles tensing as he swiped his thumb across the head of his dick and once more grabbed hold of that fantasy from before, where she stood before him, her hands on his hips, as she leaned to press a kiss on the center of his shoulder, where the bone stuck out.
He curled his toes against the cold tile underfoot, a pit settling at the bottom of his stomach at the phantom touches of the audience he unknowingly acquired. He continued on, his loose lips and eager mind filling out the fantasy as curls of opaque steam moved up from over the glass door, stretching out to the ghost sitting on the counter, a flush rising to her cheeks as she watched him through half lidded eyes. She was contented to simply watch him, let his desire be a keepsake for her own, but that was before he spoke up again, Her name on his tongue raspy and broken. It poured over her like a warm, spiced drink stealing the air from her lungs as she shifted where she sat. Each call that escaped from his lips tugged at that invisible string between them, pulling her until she was before him.
She took advantage of the fact he was too lost to notice her, taking in the sight of him without haste. His lips parted, his eyes still closed and his brows still pushed together as he let out a shuddering breath.
"Fuck… I wish I could touch you." It escaped from the back of his throat, where all his desired blocked his airway.
It summoned the boldness needed to reach out to him, her hand resting against the restless beating within his chest. The world fell away— the sound of the water much quieter than the labored breathing of the tall man under her palm. Her hand fell to his hip, Her thumb settled in the line above his hips, her eyes flicking upwards to look at him to find his eyes open.
It was the longing that danced with the green of his eyes that curled her toes, that settled withing her center with a strange and thrilling sensation. "Touch me." She demanded, soft and low, almost pleading but not quite. He obliged with only a brief moment of hesitation, his lips finding hers and his hand settling upon her waist, swiping the bottom of her ribcage.
Their touch, despite how eager they weren’t hasty or even insistent, just a slow, tender pressure. Maybe it was that neither one was fully convinced that he wouldn’t fall through her. clumsy and a little unsure her hand fell to his leaking erection. His skin was flushed down to his chest, and as she slid her hand down the length of him, he let a soft groan fall into her mouth. His hand sunk into her flesh as if pleading her not to leave him— it was fair, wasn't it? If the universe was in the habit of making his wishes come true, then she'd stay with him in this moment, under the thick drops of water that rained down on them. Because wasn't it her wish too?
that string that connected them did not ease when they were this close as if the touch of their noses and the labored breaths that fell into the other's waiting mouth wasn't enough, They panted into each others opened mouths.
Her free hand grabbed hold of his arm as she broke their kiss, "I want you."
“Why the rush?” He asked, shifting his gaze down to her chest, before he urged her closer to the tiled wall, moving forward until they were pressed against each other, where he lifted one of her legs by the knee as he kissed her the column of her throat, pushing closer as she arched into him, her head tilted back to give him more access to her heated skin.
"Perfect." He rasped out, his lips trailing down to her collarbone. He muttered something else she couldn't quite gather her wits to understand into her skin as his lips trailed down to her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth as he pressed against her. She pulled the wet fistful of red hair, pushing him forward with her leg as she let out a string of curses.
“I can’t take it.” she said when his hand found her clit, circling her as she squirmed beneath him. He offered a smile and another kiss but not what she asked for. “You can.”
Still, she shuddered and tensed against him, standing on the tops of her toes as she called out his name. Her nails dug into his shoulder, leaving deep crescent marks just as he wanted them to, and her lips, reddened and glistening, came to capture his lips again. She liked the way he moaned, when she moved herself against his erection as he worked his fingers inside her.
She let out a soft whine against his lips, her legs bending and threatening to give way as he found the spot he was looking for within her. He hummed, pulling her up again and letting her lock her legs around him, before he at last entered her. Neither one would last all that long, too close to the edge to hold off. It was, at least, his plan to jump together.
Their kiss was bolder and much more heated this time than the last as he moved within her. His now free hand gripped at her bottom, drawing a small, pleased sigh from his throat. He favored the hand that hadn’t been broken; she realized the other was a little harsher and less refined— but in an odd way it was all the most pleasant in its own way. It broke up the tenderness of the rest of him, of the gentle, insistent kisses and the warmth that he produced. Where under it there was just a touch of something else.
She reached back to the title for something to hold onto, her nails gripping at the grout as she arched into him, and with a smile he reached above her head, finding her hand and interlocking their fingers as he leaned down to kiss her neck again, leaving small marks against her flushed skin. It was too much, truly— the sound of their breathing that overtook the room— the frantic beating of their hearts and the feeling that spread down to the very tips of their toes.
it didn’t take long, the white flash covered their eyes and brought every previously tense muscle to a tremble.
Happy May, everyone! We hope the warm temperatures and nice weather (or slowly lowering temperatures, depending on where you live) help improve your spirits after the dark, long winter months. Of course, we also hope the weather and—of course—this week's RC update, result in the most incredible creations 💖
Now, without further ado, we'd like to announce April's Creator of the Month! Everyone, please welcome @silver-horse, a fairly new but definitely not unknown presence in our fandom! Congratulations!
As always, below the cut, you will find a short interview with the winner— we'd love to invite you for this short read from which you can learn a bit more about M. 🪽
🎤: INTRODUCE YOURSELF!
💬: Hi! I am M. (If you use discord, you may have seen me in some of the RC servers) I am a 29-year-old, I am a fan of historical fiction, fantasy, and sci-fi mainly. My tumblr blog is a mix of lots of video game fandoms. I make gifs of RC's collectable cards, CGs, and other scenes. I plan to make a lot more in the future. :)
🎤: WHEN AND HOW DID YOU FIRST DISCOVER ROMANCE CLUB?
💬: I started playing in September 2025, so I am a fairly new player. I found RC because I saw the fanarts for The Thunderstorms Saga, and I love drow and elves :D So big thank you to @erixadraws and @vrbv-art and many others. Thunderstorms is still one of my fave stories. My other big favourite is Song of the Crimson Nile. I love ancient Egypt, and I wish there were more games, books, and movies that take place in that time period. I am also invested in the conclusion of the Heaven's Secret series.
🎤: HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CREATING?
💬: I've been occasionally making simple gifs for video game fandoms for many years now. When I saw the collectable cards in RC, it gave me the idea that these would look good in gif format, and I just wanted to collect them on my tumblr blog. I am also planning to make full gifsets of them, where a single gifset shows all cards from a certain story.
🎤: DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FIRST EVER CREATION?
💬: For RC, it was a gif of a Sha'arnez CG and then shortly after Tai's card. I still mostly follow that format, although now I record them on a wider screen
🎤: DO YOU HAVE ANY RITUALS OR HABITS WHEN YOU CREATE?
💬: Not particularly, I mostly use free online tools. I wish I had higher-quality software. I plan which scenes I want, I record them, and then I procrastinate actually making the gif for a long time haha
🎤: IS THERE A PIECE OF ADVICE YOU'D GIVE TO YOUR YOUNGER SELF? OR READERS, IN GENERAL?
💬: Hmm, maybe just don't be afraid of making something that is imperfect. Fandom is for fun, enjoy it and create for yourself first and foremost.
🎤: CHOOSE 3-5 OF YOUR FAVOURITE WORKS AND RAMBLE AWAY!
💬:
I. Sha'arnez's card, because it was on my wishlist for so long, I was really happy when I was finally able to make a gif out of it
II. Song of the Crimson Nile gifsets, because I fell in love with this story immediately, and I really wanted to create some gifsets for it:
III. This winter storm scene with Lane, because the weather was just like this when I created the gif, and that really put me in the mood
IV. Mimi and Vicky's wedding scene, I posted this right after finishing Heaven's Secret 2 for the first time, and I just loved the aesthetics here with the flower petals
🎤: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE RC BOOKS? MCS? LIS?
💬: As I already mentioned The Thunderstorms Saga and Sha'arnez made me start reading RC stories. Now I also have a Tai romance slot.
Song of the Crimson Nile…. Evthys is one of my fave MCs, and I love the love interests, and even the side characters are so interesting in this story. Livius and Amen are my main LIs, but I recently started Ramesses, Agnia and Anubis slots as well.
Lane from Heaven's Secret Requiem is another fave MC for me. I love how Cain and Lane were written, they are so perfect for each other. Special shoutout to Mimi, Raphael and Hunger… my other fave love interests from the HS universe.
I started the Kali series after I fell in love with Song of the Crimson Nile, and the writing and the love interests didn't disappoint there either. Ratan, Ram and Saraswati became my faves.
I recently started Legend of the Willow… I am convinced it will become another big fave :) I already love Kazu.
Averris the Riftborn is a story that has just began but I already love it, the MC and all the love interests are awesome
Mikael's costume based on @i-think-im-a-stupid-obese-cat (it kept haunting me 😆)
Whoah! This is probably the longest digital + colored comic I have drawn this year (29 pages 😭)
I want to say thank you for everyone who have been supporting me in this fandom, especially Tumblr :D I'm trying to keep my focus on positive feedbacks and responses. Thank you again~! 😘💚💚💚
By the way, this comic is for my bestfriend's birthday, focusing on her favourite Astreans: Cassiel, David, and Raphael. That's why Mikael and Felonia didn't really show up ^__^ (but I tried to sneak in their cute chubby faces 😆😁)
hellooo sorry for the late reply but basically the major thing that made me realise she probably is at least a little racist is when in the finale of abh, furius dies no matter what through multiple ways.
now I wouldn't have a problem if his death served some plot point but it felt very strange. furius was always more antagonistic towards audrey so him going against her and trying to kill her at the end didn't feel too surprising. However ☝🏻
depending on your LI or other choices he can die by the hand of each LI, or bruno or siire. that's. like 8 different ways for someone to die. and every way is so brutal, so very brutal.
meanwhile, his partner, the white man, somnus, who literally betrayed audrey and the astreans at the end..... gets an achievement if audrey has a good relationship with him
somnus' act of trying to kill audrey is looked at with sympathy if you have a good relationship with him. meanwhile furius, one of the very few poc in the book dies violently any way you look at it
what was the point? why couldn't we have an achievement for having a good relationship with furius? why couldn't he join somnus and stay alive? what role did his death fulfill anyway?
this, added on to the past trends of the other hsu authors (alice and sasha) being blatantly racist (loy, war, greg, volot), it just doesn't sit right with me.
That's why I don't appreciate when people brush off elena's harmful actions just because she's the best out of the worst. the bar is in literal hell. it's not like she changed the ratio of flis to mlis. we still only got felonia as a li in a plethora of white men and one black man. she clearly had some prejudice writing furius vs somnus.
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