smut. lame plot, probably too ooc!rafe and established relationship!
"rafe can you please turn the volume down?" you ask in a grumpy tone, it's the third time you ask. he finally appears in the small kitchen of the chalet, sporting a cute christmas sweater and what seems hot chocolate on his hands. before you can even scowl at him, his hands smooth their way to your waist, hugging your tightly against his chest. "hey baby." he presses a kiss to your temple. "want some?" he brings the mug closer to your face. you shake your head no, and he chuckles lightly. "so moody today." you scoff and roll your eyes. "i'm not moody. the TV is giving me headache and this fucking focaccia dough is not right" you say completely exasperated. rafe cant help but smile at you, thinking your fight with the dough quite cute. it's the first time you both spend time in the pretty vacation chalet he bought recently. it's snowing too, something that doesn't occur much in the obx, and you were very excited about it. you seemed very excited about everything on this vacation, and rafe knows too much excitement sometimes ends up making you anxious. he's pretty sure you need to relax and enjoy the tv and spiked hot chocolate with him, but he also knows how much you want to try this recipe (you've been babbling about it and showing him the tiktok for almost a week now) and being the perfectionist you are, it needs to work out in your first try. he sighs a little, hands coming to envelop yours "you can try again if it doesn't work out. let the dough rest baby, and come rest with me a little." you let out a small whine but stop fidgeting and rest your body against his. "okay." he smiles against your hair, dropping a kiss to your temple. "pretty girl." you almost melt because of the fondness in his tone and his touch. rafe waits for you to wash your hands and offers you the snowflake themed dish cloth.
rafe's hands come back to your waist, leading towards the big bedroom. he's smirking, about to say some indecency, you're sure, but you prevent it by turning in his embrace and pecking his lips. he smiles lovingly and you both lay on the bed, cuddling. rafe wraps his arm on your waist pulling you closer to him. "no." you mutter without actual intention, a soft teasing smile behind your words. "no?" he's already engulfing your face with small kisses, his big hands holding your pretty face on place. "so stressed, yeah baby?" you have a little pout on your mouth that he kisses right away. you pull him in, tasting cinnamon in his teeth and wrapping your arms on his torso. you feel rafe smiling while kissing you deeper, adjusting his body so he can slot himself between your thighs. he pulls away slightly, giving a firm squeeze on your upper thigh. "yes." you mutter on his chest and he smiles, gently squeezing your cheeks in one hand. he kisses you again, slow and needy and your body melts against his. he pulls the heavy lilac duvet on top of your bodies, pressing himself against you fully. you sigh while kissing him, feeling too warm all over. rafe likes to have you under him, it's probably his favorite thing in the world. smoothly as always, his hand creep up against your boobs and he smiles wickedly. "where the fuck is your bra huh?" you whine because he is pawning your chest and lifting your blouse to kiss your perky nipple. "shut up." but he doesn't stop. "what your family would think about this? can't believe you've been dangling yourself half naked in front of me all day long" his voice is muffed since he's face is under your blouse and you laugh. he emerges from under your blouse and under the duvet to give you the cheekiest smile before disappearing to kiss your exposed flesh again. you can't stop yourself from rolling your hips against him and he hums in appreciation.
rafe knows you're almost desperate, so he pulls your yoga pants down while you fumble with his belt. the pout on your lips comes back because you couldn't get it out in a second, making him chuckle. he guides your hands to remove his belt and push his trousers down. you're eager to have him, clinging to his body like a vice, legs and arms wrapping against his torso. "thought you had no panties too." he murmurs on your lips, and you roll your eyes. rafe cups your pussy, letting out a small whine at how warm you feel. you whine too, rocking your hips against his palm. "slow down princess." you're about to complain, but he pulls your panties to the side, then circles your clit, one, two, three times before sliding his finger in. the moan he lets out is pornographic. "fuck if i knew you'd be this wet would've fucked you sooner" he adds a new finger and you cry out "this why you've been moody all day yeah? been needy all day fuck" you can only nod and whine and he can't help but moan while smiling a little mean, completely dazed by lust and how pretty you look under him. your hands reach down to his boxers, trying to get it out in a hurry. he decides to help you, lifting his hips up and then pulling your panties down too. rafe barely lets you register before he is fully slotted inside you, your moans and his gasps covering each other. he kisses you while fucking you, connected minds and bodies and lips.
his mouth descends on a journey of kissing and sucking on your neck and you grab his back with so much strength you think you might leave marks as he does to you. the thought makes you even wetter. rafe comes back to your mouth, pressing his lips sloppily against you. he's panting and not talking and you know he's about to cum. when you start to kiss below his ear, the spot that always makes him see stars, he whines. "no, want you first." you pull back to look at him with a puzzled expression, the best you can manage since your body is too focused on the in and out of his cock. he sighs, slows down a bit, with punctual deep thrusts that make your whole body convulse. his hand snakes its way to your chest, fondling one of your boobs nicely, and then pulling one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. the new angle, the added stimulation and the slow but hard thrusts are enough to have you mewling against him.
you mutter his name over and over and he smirks, heading down to take one of your nipples on his mouth. he nips the flesh of you boob and gets back to sucking and you cum all over him without any warning. he feels your body spasming under him, your cunt clenching and he slows down, bringing his lips to yours. "fucking perfect." you have a dazed smile on your face and you nod at him, hands pulling him even closer. you kiss and lick his neck and he starts to pump faster inside you again, chasing him own release. you enjoy it anyway kissing and moaning and rocking your hips to his. you blow air below his ear and he shudders. "keep teasing like that and you'll see" you giggle and keep your mouth on the spot leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses. "fucking hell i can't-" he's whining now and you know he's close. with a few more sloppy rolls of hips he comes undone, pulling out to paint your lower abdomen with his cum. he colapses on top of you. when you both regain your breath he rests his head on your chest, your hands cradling his face.
"all relaxed now baby?" you nod. "just sticky. clean me up." rafe rolls his eyes, biting the flesh under your boob lovingly. "you´re never satisfied, are you? jesus, so spoiled" you giggle and nod, knowing full well it's his fault that you're like this. "say you love me first." you roll your eyes now. he bites you again. "c'mon. i'm waiting." you lock eyes with him, pulling his face closer to yours again. "love you rafe." you peck his lips while he smiles.
Fuck it I'm nostalgic for the old creepypasta fandom.
The Mansion AU made no sense world building wise, despite that there were two distinct genres.
1. Slenderman was this deep woods eldritch deity, his thoughts, feelings and motives were only something that could be guessed.
He entertained and held his minions captive, letting their most violent urges manifest in an antagonistic environment, because all blood they spilt would vicariously feed him.
And if his will wasn't heeded, he would contort the human form into unnatural angles, and rearrange them just to prove a point.
2. For some reason this ancient entity entered his retirement era and got empty nest syndrome.
He took in those who had been (reasonably) outcasted from polite society, and gave them a safe albeit antagonistic place to live, because obviously the mental health services had already failed these people.
And sure, most of them have a casual almost romantic relationship with murder, but whose children are prefect?
The most reliable way to tell which genre of fic, was if Jeff getting choked slammed into a wall was a credible threat to his health or the comic relief gag mid chapter.
Either way, it was peak escapism for me when I was a teenager, and now as an adult I'm asking if anyone can recommend me some fics, cos I high key miss the nonsense.
Also fanon Hoodie and Masky were so ooc you could palette swap the fuckers and they would be legally distinct characters. In fairness that was everyone and it was a vibe, but those two got it the worst.
(This is a draft from like, the beginning of December😭 I seriously forgot I started it and I think I stopped because I thought it was stupid, but I finished it cause now I don’t think that anymore. No proof read I just picked up where I started.)
I’ve stated in the past that I imagine mc to be a straight A, 4.0 gpa student. So I can only imagine being sick is their worst nightmare.
They simply just don’t wanna fall behind on anything! They don’t really care that much on their assignments getting excused, they just don’t want any special treatment is all! So in their classic mc determination ways, they’re constantly trying to sneak out of their room or sneak onto their laptop to work.
First they simply try to tune into the lesson online, tissues shoved up a nostril, an empty medicine cup off to the side, an untouched breakfast plate due to not being able to stomach anything, and a nearby trash can just in case.
They’ve already gotten a notebook set up and pencil ready, but of course since he just cares so much, Lucifer enters mc’s room to check up on them one more time before him and the others leave. Which leads to a solid 30 second stare down between the two.
Very quickly mc got their homework privileges taken away and has been wrapped up in their blankets against their will. Mammon has now been told to stay home and make sure they actually rest, however he most likely doesn’t have the same privilege of not having to do his work since he’s not the one who’s bed ridden.
A few hours pass, mc is appropriately passed out and mammon figures it wouldn’t hurt to leave the room for 0.2 seconds to go grab something from his room. Upon coming back downstairs him and mc lock eyes as they freeze mid-drawer rummage searching for their confiscated work.
He sprints forwards and very easily catches mc, hoisting them up and carrying them back to their room as they kick and whine very weakly.
And this becomes the entirety of the evening.
Mammon looking away for only a moment, and mc manages to somehow get out of his range shockingly fast for how sickly they are. Then him quickly dragging them back to their bed, all while they bicker with each other.
“Why are you bein so stubborn?! Ya basically get a free day and you’d rather work!?”
“I DONT NEED SLEEP I NEED MY EDUCATION”
“YA CANT EDUCATE AND DIE AT THE SAME TIME!”
“WATCH ME.”
Then mc promptly breaks into a horrible coughing fit from yelling… which most likely leads to them throwing up while mammon rubs their back.
Eventually this back and forth wears mc out so horribly that all they can do is try and (literally) crawl out of bed. Which mammon can’t help but watch in pity before hoisting them back to bed, trying his best to reassure them that it’s not the end of the world if they miss a day or two. Then finally mc, reluctantly, allows sleep to take them.
But I’m sure we know that the moment mc is clear to go back to RAD they are grinding like there’s money on the line.
the first time i ever got super drunk i was soooo talkative and happy and it made me mad that i can’t be like that normally. it also made me want to get beat up but idk what that means
