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acourtofladydeath · 1 month

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WIP Wednesday: Welcome to the Family

Well hello all, I'm back with a WIP Wednesday. A not-so-little tasty morsel to tide you and @secret-third-thing over until her birthday.

If I wasn't already going to hell (which I will be), this fic would seal the deal. It's at the very least sending me a few rings deeper.

"Welcome to the Family" features Elucien, Berlain, Erlain, etc., etc.... If you can name a Vanserra male, Elain Archeron is doing them in this fic. But why? Find out in the slightly abridged, albeit still lengthy, snippet below....

Lucien groaned, turning his face into Elain’s hair as she teased him. “Settle down love, you know we can’t.”

Elain moved her head to pout up at him with big doe eyes. “Not even a little?” She licked her lips, leaving an enticing wet strip across her plump bottom lip. “Not even just a taste?” Her fingers traced a line from where they’d been resting on Lucien’s arm down the firm planes of his chest and abdomen. “Not even if I beg?”

Resisting the urge to give into the very tempting little minx practically crawling up his side, Lucien bit down on the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. “You know we have to wait.” Hoping to distract his needy mate, Lucien began the slow stroking of his fingers against Elain’s arm once again. “The mating ceremony has to happen first. It’s important.”

Letting out a soft, defeated sigh Elain sunk comfortably once again back into Lucien’s touch and the skillful lines he painted across her skin. “I didn’t realize your family was so strict on no sex before the mating ceremony,” she said, frustrated but content to wait if it meant that much to Lucien.

His fingers stilled on her arm, chest tensing under her cheek. “Lucien?” Elain asked, looking up at him with questioning concern. “What’s wrong?”

Lucien held his breath for a long moment before letting out a long controlled sigh. “It’s family tradition.” ... “There’s a ritual,” he started slowly, meeting the fierce, cutting Archeron gaze Elain pinned him with that was shared by all three sisters.

“What kind of ritual,” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat back on her heels, nightgown draped across her knees.

Averting his eyes, Lucien ran a nervous hand through his hair, “one where Beron and my brothers have to fuck you before I can?” Lucien phrased it as a question, though it was in fact a harsh truth of being a Vanserra. He looked up under guilty lids to meet Elain’s gaze.

Though her arms were still crossed in stern confrontation, her jaw had dropped, leaving her mouth wide and eyes even wider at his confession. When Elain hadn’t moved from that position in several long moments, Lucien continued speaking.

“It’s a rite of passage for us. The parent of the individual to be mated and any elder siblings get first dibs… there’s a whole age order thing.” ...

Elain threw her arms out to the side in outrage. “Oh, nothing serious then! Nothing that will affect me in the least!”

How will Elain handle the predicament she's found herself in? Coming soon to an AO3 near you... 😈

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 3 years

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Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies

Chapter Eight: The Morning After (part two)

“Nothin’,” she smiled back at him, squeezing her hair out with the towel before moving it over her body (she didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on her breasts and legs when she toweled them off). “I’m just happy, is all.”

“Yeah?” He stepped towards her again, cupping her cheek with his hand, and leaned down to kiss her.

“Yeah,” she murmured against his lips.

“Me, too,” he kissed her then, one still-damp hand finding her equally damp waist, and she wound her arms around his neck, water droplets from his hair trickling down her skin.

It was stranger kissing him out of the shower while they were still wet than it was kissing him in it. She was cold, but in a different way than she’d been when they’d been outside, and she was more… present. Her mind was all there, 100% right there with him. Her head wasn’t in the clouds; she could think clearly.

At least, as clearly as was possible when one was having their second-ever non-solo-and-not-a-dream sexual encounter and that sexual encounter just so happened to be with one’s soulmate/twin brother.

Either way, she was doing a-okay overall. In any case, he was still kinda dripping, and so was she because although they had dried off, everyone knows that the only way to really get dry is with time, and Mabel was most certainly not up for waiting until they were adequately dry to lay on the bed without getting it all wet and icky.

He was kissing her neck, and definitely sucking some more hickeys into her skin (because apparently the right side of her neck was not adequately marked upin Dipper’s eyes, it would seem), and she ran a only-a-teensy-little-bit-shaky hand up his back, which, eek still bare still bare he’s still naked still naked-

“Dip,” she gasped his name quietly, and he hummed against her neck in response. “We probably shouldn’t… ah, that feels… mmm… we probably shouldn’t lay on the bed, but I want…” she trailed off, too embarrassed to express just how badly she wanted him inside her. She could only vaguely recall, and, uh. She wasn’t having that. She wanted the memory of how he felt inside her to be so vivid she could recall the sensation at a moment’s notice.

“We can in here,” he told her, pulling her bottom lip gently between his teeth and pressing himself against her.

“I- in here? Is that even a thing?”

“Mhm,” he hummed against her neck again.

“How does that work?”

“I’ve, uh,” he coughed, pulling away from her slightly. “Seen it done.” Translation: porn. He’d seen it in porn.

“Riiiiiiight…” she trailed off. “So, again: how?”

He kissed her softly and reached for her hand. “C’mere.” He pulled her in front of the mirror, which was still too fogged up for her to see anything but the vague shapes of herself and him standing behind her. And then-

And then he pressed another kiss to the hollow of her throat, right over where he’d sucked a bruise into the skin there the night before. He was pressed flush against her back, and he’d put both hands on her hips, trailing one up her side and then around to squeeze her left breast, pinching her nipple as he did so. She gasped, leaning her head back into him.

“Touch yourself, Mabes,” he whispered in her ear before continuing to suck her neck and pull at her nipple. She could feel him, hard against her lower back, and she slowly lowered a hand between her legs. “Put your fingers inside for me.”

She struggled with this from the angle she was standing at, but if she bent down a little, she was able to just… it was nothing like him. He’d filled her perfectly, and in comparison, her fingers fell woefully short.

“There you go,” he encouraged in that soft, sexy voice that she wanted to drown in, reaching up to grip her other breast, giving it the same attention as the right. She gasped again, a sound that was almost his name, but not quite. “Open yourself up for me. Pump your fingers in and out.”

She did so, and it felt good but it wasn’t enough. She wanted him. “D-Dipper,” she whimpered, the syllables of his name struggling to emerge from her throat.

“Mmm?” He was grinding himself against her, pulling and twisting her nipples.

“Please,” she begged.

“Tell me what you want, Mabes,” he told her softly, almost yanking at one of her nipples as she continued to move her fingers inside her.

“You,” she was practically sobbing, she needed him so badly. “Please, Dip, I- I want you inside me so bad. Please,” she begged.

“Anything,” he promised. “Anything you want.” He removed his hands from her breasts, and she whined quietly at the loss. “Bend over and put your hands on the counter.”

She pulled her fingers out and did as he said. Dipper reached down between her legs to find where her entrance was, and she whimpered again as he touched her,

“Dip,” she whined, desperate for him.

“I know, sis, I know,” once he found it, he put his hands on her hips and thrust inside her and-

Holy fucking shit if she thought he was deep before, she had no idea what she was talking about, because what he was doing was, like. Next level deep. She squeaked, because she 100% had not been expecting that.

“Fuck, Mabel, this is- fuck,” he groaned, pulling out and thrusting into her again.

“It feels good,” she whimpered, and then yelped when he thrust into her again. “Ummf!” Another thrust. “That’s- oh fuck, Dipper, please don’t stop,” she was begging him again. She knew she was. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything. As long as he didn’t stop, the sky could fall and the sun could explode for all she cared.

He thrust again, his hips slapping against her ass. “Why-why would I-“

“Harder,” she whimpered, clenching her fingers against the counter. He obliged, and Mabel couldn’t contain her screams. They echoed off the walls of the bathroom, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Scream for me, Mabes.” Mabel did, and he groaned, slamming into her. “Fuck, that’s so hot. I love it when you scream like that. All for me. Tell me it’s all for me.”

“A-ah,” Mabel gasped, struggling to speak because the dude was just. He was just not letting up. “All for you, Dipper.”

“You’re so beautiful, so sexy, I- I love you,” he gasped, punctuating his words with a thrust. “I love you,” he said again.

“I lo- mmmmmf just like that, yeah- I love you too.” Her arm was flat against the counter, and she was leaning her forehead against it, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth open slightly.

He pulled back a bit too far at one point, accidentally pulling out of her. “No!” She exclaimed, looking over her shoulder at him desperately. “Come back, put it back, bro bro, please!”

He realigned himself with her, slamming into her again, and her body jolted with the force of it. She cried out, startled at how rough he was being. He leaned forward, resting his chest against her back, kissing her neck and as he snapped his hips forward.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded softly, kissing her neck again. Mabel reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit with a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a gasp. “There you go,” he encouraged, pulling back up and thrusting into her again.

Mabel was whimpering quietly, which seemed to spur Dipper on, because he pounded into her furiously until she was screaming for him again, just the way he liked. He let up a bit, emphasis on a bit, because he was still gripping her hips hard enough to bruise (which, yes yes yes his fingerprints bruised into her hips fuck yes) and, for lack of a better term, fucking her senseless.

“Rub yourself faster,” he gasped out. She did as he told her, focusing on the feeling of him moving inside her and the sound of his moaning. Everything about him, everything, was just so unbelievably sexy it should’ve been illegal.

She felt herself clenching around his cock, and when he groaned at the sensation, she knew she was getting close. Rubbing herself as fast as she could with him slamming into her like there was no tomorrow, she managed to get out a few words, “Dip I’m- I’m gonna-“

“Good girl, that’s it,” he praised, fucking her harder. At his words, Mabel convulsed for a half a second, and then her body froze, her mouth hanging open. Dipper never stopped thrusting into her throughout her orgasm.

She was shaking afterwards, trying to catch her breath, her whole body sensitive and tingly. But he didn’t stop, he just kept going. Not that she minded, of course. It was just she was sensitive as all hell.

She was whimpering, gasping quietly, and he was going faster and faster, until-

He pulled himself out of her with a jerk and a groan, and Mabel was concerned for a split second because it almost sounded like he was in pain, or this weird mix of pleasure-pain, and she winced at the loss of him (how had she gone her entire life feeling so utterly empty?). There was something warm and wet trickling down her back, and she realized he’d just cum on her, and shivered at the thought, because his cum was on her skin oh god Dipper’s cum was on her skin.

“Shit,” he muttered, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. It was… nice to think that it was her who’d made him so out of breath. “Stay there, lemme… lemme get that for you.”

“Huh?” She was dazed; his words weren’t really sticking. She barely registered the sound of the sink being turned on, even though it was right next to her, or the shower door opening and closing again a few seconds later. A warm, wet cloth was being rubbed along her back and some on her butt, even.

“There you go,” came Dipper’s voice after a minute or so (not that Mabel could’ve pinpointed the time it took him, of course). “Uhhh… you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m- I’m good. Sorry, kinda out of it,” she pushed herself up from the counter.

He laughed awkwardly, looking away. “That’s… probably my fault.”

“It’s okay,” she told him softly, turning and falling into his arms, her bare chest against his. “I liked it.”

“Me, too,” he smiled, kissing the top of her head “let’s go lay down, okay?”

Mabel nodded.

He led her to the bed, an arm around her waist. Once she’d plopped down, he grabbed their respective underwear, and his shirt, and he was looking around for hers, too, when she reached up and snagged it from his hands, along with her panties.

“Gimme those,” she said, pulling on her panties and then yanking his shirt over her head. She grabbed it in her hand and brought it to her nose, breathing in deeply. Ah, she thought. Dipper smell.

“Uhh… Mabes,” he said awkwardly, pulling his boxers over his narrow (and incredibly sexy, if she were being honest) hips. “That’s… that’s my shirt.”

“No doi,” she told him, laying down and patting the space beside her. “Imma wear it. Suck it up, buttercup.”

“...kay.” He got in bed next to her, and she rested her head between his chest and armpit, smiling as he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the crown of her head affectionately.

“I love you, bro bro,” she told him softly, snuggling up against her.

“Love you, too.”

Mabel couldn’t have said exactly how long they stayed like that, peaceful and content, somewhere between sleeping and wakefulness. It was perfection. It was heaven.

Until they heard the door to their room open, and their parents walked into their little haven.

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