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adventuresinobx · 1 year

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Tanny Hill

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: With everyone out of Tanny Hill, you and Rafe have the perfect excuse to use the full home and all its facilities to your benefit.

A/N: Sooo @starkeyobx and I bingewatched the whole of OBX3 in one day and this is the first piece of writing I put together after, based on her idea. So I hope you love it but there’s loads more fics to come! 😊😊

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, a bit of danger, exhibitionism

You knew you shouldn’t have agreed when Rafe Cameron invited you for a private tour of his home. Frankly, you didn’t even know how you ended up at the party at all. You worked at the country club and Rafe had been quite obsessed with you for weeks, months. He had always eyed you from the other side of the club, eyes fixed as he peered at you over his whiskey glass.

That was six months ago you were up on his balcony for the first time and now you were barely off it. You became a regular visitor at his home. First it was once a week, then it became twice a week and now you practically lived there. You’d hang out there all day and all night, and it wasn’t until he asked you to be his girlfriend a few weeks ago that you took the step to move a few of your things in. Just a toothbrush, some sanitary towels and some make up for now, but he’d especially cleared a drawer just for your stuff. You loved this softer side of him, something everyone else barely saw.

You flicked your eyes back to the bed, swinging your feet off it and making a move towards the balcony. You loved the balcony on the morning, when the sun was creeping through the trees in the Outer Banks. Rafe’s home looked out directly onto the water and with barely any boats at this time of day, it was so peaceful. The sun was just shimmering across the water and the marshes added that pop of green to the view that made it even more special to you. It was paradise.

You were so caught up in the view that you didn’t even hear the balcony door softly open behind you. When it clicked back shut, you looked back to see Rafe, barefoot, bare chest on display and just in a pair of boxers which sat low around his waist.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice husky and deep as he rubbed his eyes and moved closer to you. You turned away, eyes focused on the view once more as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you softly. You sighed contently, lightly pushing your back into his front as he rested his head on top of yours. The smell of your hair, his favourite scent, always did something to him, especially first thing in the morning.

He took a deep breath, kissing your head softly, before his arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer. You felt the heat from his body touch yours and the sound of a little moan from low in his throat had you feeling a certain type of way. “Mhmm you look so beautiful just in my shirt,” he said, hand moving down your side to your bare thigh before he switched his motion and slid his hand up under your top to grip your bare bottom.

He heard and felt your breath hitching in your throat, your bodies so close to one another. Him being this close almost made you feel dizzy. “And so beautiful out of it.” He lifted the shirt up, exposing your bare bum completely to his view as he squeezed each cheek lightly. Your breath was so caught in your throat that you thought you might not even be able to breathe again; he had definitely picked up on that as he leant down and kissed your jaw, then to your neck and down to your shoulder.

“Mine,” he groaned, hands tearing at the material of the T-shirt as he explored your body, the body he knew so well. “All fucking mine,” he said, punctuating each word with the grab of your right breast. You moaned at the feeling, head falling back against his as he ground his hips into yours a little and then harder when he heard you moan at the sensation. “Mine to fuck where I want and when - maybe even here.” He gestured to the open balcony and a fire lit inside you. Something you had never felt so strong before. You were hooked.

“Do it,” you said, managing to loosen yourself from his grip and twist around to face him. You tugged your own shirt off, tossing it away somewhere. Probably over the balcony and to the floor below. You stood there, completely naked in front of him, taking his hands in yours and encouraging him to feel over your body. It was always your favourite thing when he did.

“Fuck, just like that Rafe, have me, right here.” He gulped at your words, swallowing hard before his hand traced up your body to your throat. He gripped softly first but when you whined at the feeling, he tightened his grip a little and pulled your face up to meet his before trapping your mouth in a passionate embrace with his. The feeling of his fingers on your throat made it feel even better.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he mumbled, tongue slipping into your mouth as he kissed you with so much force and passion that it took your breath away. You sighed contently, hips pushed into his as you scratched your nails down his front. You moved your hands up to his shoulders, gripping them hard as he lifted you up and sat you on the edge of the balcony. Most people’s instant thought would be worrying about falling 5 metres to the ground, you were just focused on him and how good he was making you feel.

He leant into you, almost pushing you over the balcony, your grip of him and his of yours keeping you from falling. Whilst most would be scared for their life, you were just more turned on. Of course, you thrived off danger. You wouldn’t be into Rafe Cameron if you didn’t like danger. He pulled you back in, telling you firmly to jump onto him as your legs wrapped around him tightly.

“Want you Rafe, please,” you begged, hands moving down between your bodies to try and pull his boxers down, “Need you so badly.” You sighed, body pressed hard against his as he nipped at your neck.

“Patience darling, be a good girl and bend over that balcony f’ me,” he said, eyes scanning your body as you hopped off him and did as he asked. He stood there for a moment, admiring your body as he pulled his boxers off and kicked them off his legs.

“So fucking perfect,” he growled, moving closer to you until he was pressed against you from behind. He slipped his hands between you, fingers gliding across your folds and seeing how soaked you were. His fingers ghosted over your clit, biting his lip when he noticed how wet you were. “All for me,” he mumbled into your shoulder, taking himself into his hand and pumping a few times before he pushed into you carefully but steadily. He waited til he was completely inside you before moving slowly in and out in a perfect steady rhythm.

His hand moved up your body and gripped your shoulder as he pulled you back against him to encourage himself in deeper inside you. The feeling made you scream, head falling back onto him as he started to pick up the pace. He was rough, hand probably leaving marks on your shoulder as he squeezed hard.

“Fuck, squeezing me so tight baby, I can feel it. You like it when you make me feel this good?” he said, you unable to speak through the rough movements of his hips.

“So fucking good Rafe, more,” you begged, hips pushing back into his to make him go deeper. The angle from your arched back made him hit your clit a few times, bodies completely overcome with pleasure by his movements. “More, fuck, need it.” He grunted at your moans of pleasure, desperate for more.

Your hips were no doubt being marked by the wood of the balcony as he kept a rough and steady pace inside you. “Taking me so well, good girl, keep squeezing me,” he mumbled in quick succession as you felt the band inside you threatening to snap. His hand moved up to your throat again, holding onto you as he thrusted into you hard and fast until he felt that familiar squeeze around him and suddenly everything was much - wetter.

He filled you up, hot ropes of cum shooting inside you and painting your walls as he held there for a moment, before kissing your head as he pulled away.

“I better go get your shirt,” you said a little breathless, giggling as your eyes fell down to the discarded piece of material on the driveway below.

He smirked, raising his eyebrows.

“Not done with you yet,” he said, tangling your fingers within his as he dragged you back into the bedroom.

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reallyreallyreallytrying · 1 year

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New year reaokutions 2023

- go back to calling pepsi "brad's drink". it's about time.

- round up a bunch of dogs and take them to the dump to introduce more apex predators to the area to keep populations (any) in check

- more glass bottom boat tours

- get most of my hernias poked back in

- come up with a LEGALLY AIRTIGHT way to libel the church of scientology

- obtain a generous benefactor

- address what ever personal defect i have that causes itching

- spread a vicious rumour about psychological abuse on the set of Matilda the musical

- track down a Samsung Galaxy 1 and find out what makes them so damn good by going back to the source

- investigate any suspicious deaths that i hear about

- more traps and snares. that's free meat

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moocha-muses · 7 months

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C: . . . producers don't tell you anything, but have they even hinted about scuba-diving? Or at least one of those glass bottom boat tours.

L: Careful; I'm gonna think you're just here for the local jellyfish.

C: I can multitask! Besides, everyone likes jellyfish.

L: Yeah, you've caught me out. That's my biggest secret: I think jellyfish are cool.

C: I knew it!

#ts2 #the sims 2 #owlcreek #bc:lorelei #loreleilee #claudevalentino

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inkwell125 · 8 days

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oooo can you give us a little info on the essay? sounds really interesting

Ok so the place is called Silver Springs, and it is perhaps the biggest artisanal spring in the world. People have been using the springs since the early Pleistocene, but tourist activity started in the late 1800’s when glass bottom boat tours got started. This escalated into making it the premier spot for Floridian tourism from like 1910-1970, when Disney changed tourism and how Florida was viewed by the US public as a whole. During it reign as king of tourism, Silver Springs had so many weird shenanigans such as invasive herpes monkeys, the creation of a specialized park for black US Americans, and the filming of several movies, including creature from the black lagoon.

Here’s my favorite source I used in the paper I wrote.

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 11 months

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I can see mer sun and moon making funny faces against glass bottom boats (the ones for tours) and scaring the humans

I can imagine Sun doing that, while Moon is more hesitant about it. And if they do, they don't do it for long. Neither exactly wish to be found.

#answered ask #mermaid au #dca mer au #mermaid moon #mermaid sun #mer moon #mer sun #glass bottom boats

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number-one-ai-data-resource · 2 months

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TIL About The True Scope Of Gene Wilder's Contribution to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Gene Wilder took the part of Willy Wonka on the condition he could do a somersault in his first scene, but none of the other cast members were informed and their shocked reactions are genuine.

In the scene with “pure imagination”, the reaction of the cast is genuine as they had never seen the set before. Gene Wilder had it built overnight without telling anyone, not even the director or set designers.

The way the cast reacted to the Oompa Loompas was in no way scripted. In order to get a genuine reaction, Gene Wilder arranged with the director to have several midgets painted up and paraded around the set without their presence ever having been alluded to in the screenplay.

In the infamous boatride scene, the cast’s reactions to the visuals are 100% genuine. They had no idea the scene even existed as it wasn’t in the script at all. Gene Wilder just had them get on a boat and directed it through a tunnel of horrors without any prompting from cast or crew. Nobody knows where he found a boat or how he caused the horrific images to appear on the walls of the tunnel. The biggest mystery is the tunnel itself, as the actual set only had a “dummy” tunnel that was about six feet deep. Somehow Gene Wilder managed to direct the boat through a tunnel that wasn’t technically there at all.

The scene where the elevator bursts through the ceiling and flies over the city was entirely improvised by Gene Wilder. The movie was actually supposed to end with Charlie being told “you lose, sir!” but Gene kept going on and the cast and crew had to try and keep up with him. By the time the elevator flew up through the roof of the studio, the director had to scramble around to find extra film crew in order to record the scene that followed.

Not many people know, but Gene Wilder actually improvised the entire movie. The cast were abducted from their beds in the early hours of the morning while Gene Wilder, already in costume, ordered the crew to assemble for filming. The reactions of the cast are entirely genuine as none of them were actually actors and at no point had any idea what was happening around them as Gene Wilder took them to a real chocolate factory and sent them on a wild tour he had prepared entirely overnight. Nobody had a script and the crew had to follow Gene around with cameras and microphones as he improvised every scene, even going so far as to steal a boat and scream obscenities at several small children.

Even the special effects were improvised, with Gene Wilder shrinking a real child and throwing a young girl down a 36ft deep trap door he had installed while the cast were filming another scene. The child who played Augustus Gloop (a name Wilder also improvised) has never been found and Gene Wilder refused to tell anybody where the chocolate pipe actually went, even up until his death, another event that Gene Wilder improvised entirely on his own.

The Glass Elevator scene took place entirely within Gene Wilder’s house, with the office where Gene Wilder gave his famous and entirely improvised “you lose, sir!” scene actually being his living room and the glass elevator being converted from his small en suite bathroom which was often seen flying over the streets of Detroit while Gene Wilder shit out of a hole in the bottom of it singing haunting renditions of Candyman.

#improvisation #did you know #willy wonka #charlie and the chocolate factory #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #wonka #warner bros #did you know?#TIL

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aroundtheworldin101nights · 7 months

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Well, this is the itinerary. Lots of time on the Borealis but so many of the ports of call are on my bucket list so looking forward to ticking them off. Come with me?

Monday the 15th of January.

Hello! I have now been on board for a week. It has been a great learning curve for me. I have moved to a city called Cruising. Yep, there are plenty of people on board who live from one cruise to the next. One being on their 22nd cruise. I don't quite understand but must say it is a very easy way of passing the time of day (and night) without having to lift a finger except to exercise a knfe, fork, and spoon. And then there is what to wear to exercise the brain.

On the first "problem", exercising the k f & s, is very easy. The food is excellent and comes in realistic sized portions. I.e. small. What to wear isn't too difficult either, so far it has been to counter chilly weather. But it is, at long last, getting warmer.

The ship itself has a very friendly crew, and passengers are equally so. A very loyal following. Passengers come from all over the UK, and lots are northerners.

I hope this commentary isn't too boring but I haven't taken photos worth posting yet. The weather, up until today, has been grey and with quite rough seas and it took me a few days to get my sea legs, so to speak, but I'm getting a better colour in my cheeks now.

First stop was Bermuda 🇧🇲, yesterday. I have got mixed feelings about it. It was raining and misty, so hard to enjoy a trip out into the Bermuda Triangle on a glass bottomed boat to see corals, fish and a wreck. The banter of the tour guide, come boat captain and barman, rescued the othwise wretched introduction to shore trips,

And so to Charleston, South Carolina . We dock there tomorrow and I'm off to see Fort Sumpter and the Civil War in Charleston - that is after we have gone through the immigration procedure for all guests in Charleston, which can be time consuming I have been told. Hopefully, some pictures to post then.

Oh, second formal night tonight themed the roaring 20's. Let's see what I can rustle up to wear. More anon.

#Well just a few weeks to go and there is a touch of nervousness mixed with excitement.#Some changes to the itinerary due to volatile situations in the world.

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Graham wants MC from the minute he gets to casa, but he has to bide his time with Marisol. I want to see him making his move (can end happily or not, I just want to see him do it)

i haven't said enough

S2 | Graham/MC | 4400+ words | @ellegreenwxy

Graham's been pining for MC from the moment he first laid eyes on her, but for some reason he just can't seem to get what he wants.

A boy’s choice recoupling. This was finally his chance. Even though it likely meant disrupting a couple and maybe alienating some of his allies in the Villa, no one could say he’d ever been afraid to rock the boat (no pun intended). And tonight, he had every intention of doing just that.

His eyes immediately found her as she strolled across the law to the firepit, those mile-long legs accentuated by the short hem of her champagne-coloured dress and the sharp heels of her sparkling stilettos. Her head was bent close to Hope’s as they headed towards where the boys were sitting, her long chocolate waves hiding her hazel eyes from sight. The rest of the girls trailed close behind, including Marisol who kept trying to catch his eye but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her just yet.

Not when he knew he wouldn’t be picking her.

Not if he could help it.

As soon as he saw her, standing by the pool with the other girls from the Villa shouting “Girls on tour,” champagne still glistening on her full lips, Graham knew he had to have her.

Seeing her on the telly in the days leading up to Casa Amor, Graham had found her interesting, but hadn’t given her much of a second thought. She wasn’t his usual type––he’d always gone for curvy, petite girls he could toss over his shoulder and ravage onboard his boat––but seeing the leggy brunette in person had changed everything for him; whatever he’d told the rest of the boys had gone out the window once he’d laid his eyes on Jessie.

He’d tried to play it cool during speed dating, had tried to make it seem like he wasn’t as interested as he was just to gauge where her head was at. It worked. She’d been friendly––sweet––but he’d been quick to sense that her heart hadn’t really been in it. He’d been oddly (and annoyingly) anxious that maybe it was just him, but she’d been the same with all of the other boys. Something he’d noticed whilst watching her during every other date he was on.

There was no way in hell she was hung up on Lucas if the verbal lashing she’d given him after he’d picked her at that disaster of a recoupling had been anything to go by. He knew she was stuck on Gary, and as annoyed as he was at the prospect of having to turn her head, he was confident knowing she at least liked guys like him. It gave him an in, and he knew that was all he needed.

“Jessie? Think I can pull you for a chat for a moment?” Graham asked as he approached her where she stood by the pool with Chelsea, extending a champagne glass to the brunette.

She looked a little surprised, those hazel eyes widening for a brief moment before she nodded, accepting the glass with a small smile. “Yeah. Yeah, sure,” she agreed, following him over to a more quiet corner of the Casa Amor Villa.

“I’ll be blunt, I know you girls are worrying over who might want to share a bed with tonight but I thought I’d ask––”

“Oh. Graham, I’m sorry, I’m just not really looking for anything here. You seem…you seem wonderful, but I don’t want to give you any sort of false hope,” Jessie said, and he fought the urge to visibly wince despite knowing (and counting on) her turning him down flat. It was why he’d come up with a plan, as insane as it might be.

“Actually, I was going to ask if you knew if Marisol might want to share a bed with me?” he asked, arching a brow at her, and she blushed.

“Oh my god. Of course you––” Jessie shook her head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to assume I was just…” Her voice trailed off and she bit down on her full bottom lip, his eyes dropping to allow himself the pleasure of tracking the motion for the briefest of moments before he looked away. “I’m sorry. Yes, I-I think Marisol would love to share a bed with you tonight.”

“No worries at all, Jess, it was a fair assumption considering where we are, so no hard feelings. Friends?” he asked, extending his free hand, and she smiled a little shyly, taking the hand he offered.

“Friends,” she agreed, and they shook on it, his own smile growing.

“Thanks for the help,” Graham said before he went off to find Marisol, though it didn’t take long, almost as if she’d been looking for him. He didn’t doubt it. And although his eyes had been immediately drawn to Jessie, he hadn’t quite been able to ignore Marisol. She was his usual type and of course she was gorgeous. Not only was she gorgeous, but she very clearly was interested in him.

But for the first time in his life, a gorgeous woman being interested in him didn’t necessarily…well…interest him. Maybe it was the fact that Jessie wasn’t his usual type but she’d captured his attention so fiercely anyways. And the thought of chasing her filled him with an excitement he hadn’t felt since his first successful voyage as captain of his own ship. Maybe it was stupid of him to play his cards this way, but he didn’t see any other way around it.

He knew if he could go back to the Villa with Marisol, he’d have a chance at winning Jessie over. She’d been wasting her time with a player like Gary, and he was looking forward to the opportunity to show her how a real man could treat her. As soon as she saw him on her home turf, she’d be his, no questions asked.

“Coffee?” Graham asked, approaching the loungers where Jessie and Marisol were both sat together, chatting quietly as they sunbathed. They stopped as soon as he was within earshot, and he fought the strong desire to smirk. Knowing they’d been talking about him filled him with an odd sense of pride though he didn’t allow himself to dwell on it for long.

“Thanks, babe,” Marisol purred, taking one of the cups from him with a smile and a wink.

“That’s so nice, Graham, thank you,” Jessie said, that flush from last night returning, pink coloring her cheeks in a way that had his heart beating a little bit faster than usual. She went to take a sip of the warm liquid (prepared the way he remembered she took it from when she’d told Gary) but stopped short when her phone buzzed. “I’ve got a text!” she yelled out, and the other islanders came running, gathering around the lounge chairs.

It was a challenge, Villa versus Villa with a cocktail party as the reward. They’d each be assigned a task and would have to find someone to help them complete it while racing against the other Villa at the same time. Graham knew they’d smash it.

And they did. The first few tasks, it was announced that Casa Amor had completed each task the quickest. Chelsea yanked Elijah into the pool for a kiss, then had Arjun give her a piggyback ride. Kassam gave Lottie a lapdance (albeit grudgingly) and Priya ran through sex positions with poor little Felix.

Jessie’s phone rang with a text and she read over it, her eyes widening a little more with every word. “Kiss another Islander for 30 seconds,” she announced, eyes flickering from the girls to the boys. Graham could practically see the wheels in her head turning, could see her thinking over who would be the best option. Arjun and Carl had been flirting pretty heavily with her, Elijah was clearly into Chelsea, and Kassam wasn’t really into the challenge at all. And Felix was…Felix.

She seemed to be following a similar train of thought as her eyes finally came to rest on him. They were friends, of course he was a safe bet. Still, Graham couldn’t deny the way his heartbeat picked up as she approached, peering at him through thick lashes; even in her wedges, he still had a good couple of inches on her though she was still tall. Taller than any other girl he’d ever been with. He gave the subtlest of nods and she slid her hand behind his head, lightly gripping the back of his neck as she brought her lips to his and––

Holy hell.

Graham had always heard people talk about fireworks when they kissed, but he’d never experienced it for himself. He’d kissed a lot of fantastic women over the years, women who knew exactly what he liked and how to make him feel good, but it all paled in comparison to this kiss. Jessie’s lips were full and soft. Responsive. There was no clunkiness to it or awkwardness. It was like they’d been doing this for forever, like they both knew what the other person would do before they even did it.

He was vaguely aware of the other Islanders yelling out their countdown but he was hardly paying attention to that. No, all he could focus on was Jessie. The smell of her body wash, something floral and feminine. The softness of her skin as he lightly gripped her hips. The feel of her palm against his cheek and her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Thirty!”

Jessie pulled away first, and Graham regretted opening his eyes so soon. He wasn’t prepared for how fucking gorgeous she’d look when she’d been freshly kissed, lips swollen, her face flushed. Had he ever noticed that about women before? How pretty they looked after he’d kissed them?

Maybe it was just Jessie.

“You okay, Jess?”

Graham approached Jessie where she was sitting alone on the swing, slender fingers wrapped around the bottle of champers he’d seen Arjun swipe earlier in the evening before telling the boys he planned on pulling Jessie for a chat. After Arjun had returned to the poolside where everyone else was gathered, looking less than pleased, Graham had decided to go out and find Jessie to check up on her.

She looked up at him and he was shocked to see her makeup was smudged a bit under her eyes, though she still managed a smile. “I’m fine, really,” she said, though she didn’t make much of an effort to sound convincing.

“I’m guessing the chat with Arjun didn’t go well?” he asked, settling onto the swing, making sure to leave a bit of room between them.

She shook her head and took a quick swig from the bottle. “God, Graham, it was so awkward. He’s lovely and so, so funny but…I don’t know. Ugh,” she groaned, putting the bottle down on the grass before dropping her head into her hands. A beat of silence passed and she looked back up at him. “Graham, you’ve really been the only guy I can trust in here. Be honest with me: am I an idiot for thinking the boys in the Villa will be as loyal as Hope and I have been? Am I missing out on something here waiting for them?”

She’d spent two nights there now, seeming so sure of herself. Her couple. But now? On her last night there? Maybe she wasn’t as secure about where she and Gary stood as she’d come across. His chances seem to get better and better with every passing moment.

“You saw what happened before we came here. Is…should I be worried?”

Fuck. Call him a coward, but Graham couldn’t deny the ugly urge that filled his chest to lie to her. Tell her that Gary wasn’t who she thought he was. Tell her that he’d been playing some kind of fucked up game. But looking at her, looking at how damn vulnerable she looked, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not to her.

But wasn’t going to fudge the truth either.

“I mean, this is the guy that kissed Lottie as soon as Hannah left and kissed you, what? Twenty-four hours later? If that?” He picked up the champagne bottle and took a drink before offering it to her. “I’d be lying if I said I had the most flattering opinions of the guy. But you’ve been loyal the entire time you’ve been here. Do you really want to change that now?”

Jessie accepted the champagne bottle with a sigh. “Of course not I just––” She bit her lip, the way Graham noticed she always did when she was nervous. “I don’t know. It being the last night here is just doing my head in, I think,” she said, taking a much longer drink out of the bottle this time. “I don’t think I properly thanked you for being such a good friend to me in here. And judging by what Marisol has to say about you, I’m pretty optimistic that I’ll continue to hear your sage wisdom back in the Villa.”

“No need to thank me, Jess,” he said, resting his hand on her arm for a brief moment, treasuring the spark he felt against his skin. “I’m here for you any time, I hope you know that.”

He felt the warmth from the smile she gave him through his entire body, almost as if sunshine had flooded his veins.

“I know.”

“I’ve had such a wonderful time getting to know all of you. You boys are seriously so amazing and you’re all going to make some girl very happy. I honestly believe that. But that girl unfortunately isn’t me.” The firepit cast long shadows over Jessie as she stood there before the rest of the Casa boys, her hands clasped firmly in front of her.

Graham was already seated next to Marisol, her hand wrapped around his own, but his eyes were on Jess. He caught a glimpse of her side profile every time she glanced over to the left side of the line of boys: her button nose and her long lashes and her full lips.

“I’ve been through a lot with this boy. A lot. And I really do care about him. And so even though I’m not coupled up with him right now, I want to show him that I’m serious about him. So…I’m going to stick with Lucas.”

It wasn’t a surprise. Not to Graham, at least, though Arjun and Carl looked disappointed despite the fact that he knew Jess had turned them both down no less than five times. She sat down next to him and he gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, earning him a small smile though he could see the nerves that lingered behind it.

The rest of the recoupling went by rather uneventfully. Chelsea switched to Elijah and the rest of the girls stuck, making him and Elijah the only two Casa Amor boys to enter the Villa. Their host came out and informed them that they would soon be joined by the Villa boys to find out if they had stuck or switched. He could practically feel Jess tense up beside him and he turned, offering her a private and reassuring smile.

“It’ll be fine,” he assured her, and it was.

The boys came out, Noah, Bobby, and Gary all unaccompanied while Lucas and Ibrahim had switched. Jess had been completely unbothered by Lucas, her hazel eyes trained on Gary from the moment he’d walked out without anyone by his side. The blonde hadn’t stopped looking at her either, the two of them eyeing each other from where they sat on opposite sides of the firepit.

He knew they were waiting to get a moment alone, and as petty as it was, Graham knew he didn’t want to be there when they finally got it.

“He’s a really great guy,” Jessie said, an arm tossed lazily over her eyes as she laid out by the pool, her other arm dangling into the crystal clear water. Ever since Graham had entered the Villa, he’d been at Jessie’s side the majority of the time. Usually with Marisol nearby to avoid looking too obvious about his intentions, but this time it was just the two of them.

Alone.

“But he’s not Gary,” he said, reaching for his water bottle.

“No, he’s not.” She sat up, fixing those gorgeous eyes on him. “But the other day in the gym, he said things were going great with Chelsea. I thought…” Her voice trailed off and she looked away, glancing across the lawn to where Gary was standing in the kitchen with Chels, the two of them smiling and chatting. “I don’t know, I guess I thought he really liked me.”

Her voice wavered ever-so-slightly and Graham’s heart felt like someone had grabbed it and squeezed it. Hard. He hated seeing her upset, so much so that it actually scared him. He didn’t care about women like this, not this fiercely.

What had Jessie done to him?

“And I guess things aren’t going great with Lucas?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“Like I said, he’s a great guy but I don’t like him in that way.”

Graham felt hope flicker in his chest, like the beginnings of a bonfire. Was this it? Was this his chance? With Gary focused on Chelsea and Lucas and Jessie obviously not clicking, this was the perfect opportunity to remind her that there were other people in the Villa. People who wanted her.

People like him.

“Jess, have you considered anyone else in the Villa?” he asked, keeping his tone even, trying not to give away the fact that he was so clearly talking about himself.

“I mean, of course I’ve considered people. I’ve probably considered everyone but that’s what you do here. Whether or not you feel anything for them is an entirely different story,” Jessie said, pushing herself up to her feet. “I’m going to go get some food, do you want––”

She’d started to walk away but he reached out and grabbed her hand before she could move any farther. “Jessie,” he said, and she froze. When had he last called her that? Jessie instead of Jess?

“Graham.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes flickering down to his hand gripping her own.

“I like her, Jess. I like Marisol, but she’s not––”

“I’ve got a text!”

Gary’s voice rang out from the kitchen, and Graham immediately dropped her hand. “Jess,” he started, but she was already walking away.

From him.

Jessie finally met his gaze as she moved closer, the sound of her heels clicking on the wooden decking seemingly echoing through the quiet night air like some kind of bad omen. There was so much he needed to say to her, but after what happened by the pool, she’d practically disappeared for the rest of the afternoon. He’d been so close to telling her, so close to admitting that he’d wanted her since the moment he saw her in Casa Amor.

He was anxious, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been anxious. It would have had to have been the first time he led a crew, a night when the sea had been working against him. When the waves had been unforgiving and the sky had opened up, pouring rain and thunder and lightning down onto them.

But that had been work. That had been something he’d trained for. There was no training when feelings were involved. It was like taking a boat out to sea without even a compass as a guide, just the captain and the open water and a whole lot of unknown.

Tonight though, there was one thing he could at least expect.

One of the girls would be picking first, voted on by the public. As long as it wasn’t Jessie or Marisol, everything would be okay. But then, of course, it all came down to whether he would be the first boy to choose or even just the boy who chose before Gary did. And that was assuming that Lucas wouldn’t pick her. Or maybe even someone else.

Was that what she’d been doing all day? Exploring her options with the rest of the boys? His stomach twisted into knots at the thought, especially when he imagined that she’d done it because of what he’d said to her.

He hardly noticed when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He withdrew the device, announcing the message to the group. “Islanders. The public have voted for who they want to pick first at the recoupling tonight and they have chosen…” Silence lingered in the air as they waited for the second text to come through.

His screen flashed again and his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.

But he plastered on a smile, one that he prayed looked genuine, and read out the message.

“Marisol.”

Her expression brightened and she stepped forward out of the line of girls, her eyes fixed on him and him alone. She said something lovely, something about how she’d been waiting to find a man like him, before she crossed over to him. He pulled her into a hug, pressing his lips to the top of her head, and they sat down, looking every bit the part of a perfect couple as the recoupling continued on.

A perfect couple where half the couple was head over heels for someone else.

“...so that’s why the girl I want to couple up with is Jessie.”

Gary’s voice rang out across the firepit, and Graham watched as Jessie approached the blonde, their lips meeting in a kiss that looked like it wasn’t meant for everyone else’s eyes. Genuine and a little desperate. Needy, like they’d been struggling to survive without the other in the time that they’d been apart.

He would have rather fallen overboard than bear witness to it.

It should have hurt less, seeing them together, knowing that even if he had talked to Jess about how he felt, it wouldn’t have made a difference because Marisol still picked him. Maybe this was really his sign. Every time he’d tried to make things work with Jessie, something had gotten in the way. Whether it was another person or a disaster recoupling, she’d always been just out of reach.

Maybe she was never meant to be his.

“Graham and Marisol, your time on Love Island has come to an end. Please pack your things and say your goodbyes.”

He’d known that he wouldn’t make it to the end. Not with Marisol, at least. Not when he’d spent practically every moment of his time on the show pining for Jessie. Jessie who was looking at him with those gorgeous hazel eyes, wet with tears. The sight squeezed his heart, like that afternoon by the pool when she’d nearly cried over Gary.

“I’ll help you pack,” she said as she approached him, quickly wiping the wetness off of her cheeks.

They made their way to the bedroom together, not saying much as she began to fold his clothes, handing them off to him to pack in the small suitcase he’d brought.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving,” she said, and he swore he saw her lower lip tremble, almost as if she were trying not to completely break down in front of him. “It’s not fair. You and Marisol are great together. Lottie and Bobby are in a friendship couple, why couldn’t it have been them?”

“That’s just the way it goes,” Graham said, packing the last few items away. “Besides, I don’t think Marisol and I are going to go the distance out there.”

“What do you mean?” Jessie asked, her brow furrowed, and he sighed, looking away from her, his eyes fixed on the hard metal of his suitcase with his name scrawled across it in that stupid font.

Maybe she would never be his, but he knew he wouldn’t forgive himself for not at least telling her how he felt. He’d put it off for long enough at this point. She deserved to know.

“I like her, Jess. I like Marisol.” He forced himself to take a breath, steeling his nerves as he lifted his gaze to meet hers. “She’s not you.”

“I don’t…I…wait, what? What do you mean she’s not me?”

“I mean that I like you, Jessie. I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you. I never wanted Marisol, it’s always been you.”

It was quiet enough in the bedroom that he could have heard a pin drop. Jess looked stunned. And not the mildly surprised kind of stunned, but stunned as if someone had just slapped her across the face.

“So, what? You’ve just been playing Marisol this whole time? Waiting until you both got voted off so you could tell me that you’ve had feelings for me since Casa Amor?” She sounded angry, the sadness in her eyes long gone.

No, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She wasn’t supposed to be mad at him.

“What? No. No, Jess, you’re not––”

“I’m not what? Getting it? Because I think I get it just fine, Graham. Instead of being honest with me from the beginning, you not only lied to me but you lied to Marisol. Marisol who thought you genuinely liked her. God!” She shook her head, yanking her fingers through her dark hair. “It’s like I don’t even know you! I thought you were my friend but really you were just searching for a way in. I feel so fucking stupid.”

“Jess, please,” he started, gently grabbing her shoulder but she yanked away as if he’d burned her.

“This entire thing has just been a game to you. All you had to do, Graham, was tell me from the beginning that you liked me that way. Instead, you’ve lied to me and Marisol and everyone else for weeks.”

“I didn’t lie,” he said, and she scoffed.

“You just omitted the truth from me and played the girl you’ve been coupled up with.”

How had this happened? It was never supposed to happen like this, with Jess looking at him like she didn’t recognize him. It made him feel sick to his stomach, having her look at him like he was some kind of a stranger.

She finally turned away from him completely, heading towards the door.

“Jess, wait––”

“No, Graham.” She didn’t even turn to look at him. Even from where he stood, he could see the tense set of her shoulders, like she was having to physically restrain herself from turning around to face him.

“I’m done.”

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omg im already in love with SCIENCE MUSEUM and the NATM au!! 😭😭😭 i love museums.....

>:3

SCIENCE MUSEUM is a kidfic, where tiny Combeferre and Enjolras get to go to a Science Museum, which I'm blaming @twistyoliver for since he encouraged me when I mentioned the idea /lh

This is probably my most recently started Wip, so there's not much on it, but here's a little snippet!

"Ferre, come see!" Enjolras splashed in the water table, delighted at the coolness of the liquid on his hands. Combeferre, standing several feet away, well out of the splash zone, furrowed his eyebrows as he considered it. "I don't want to be wet." "But Ferre!" "Only if you promise not to splash me." Combeferre reluctantly agreed when Enjolras pouted at him, carefully rolling his sleeves up as high as he could before joining the younger boy at the water table. "I promise," Enjolras said solemnly as he scooted over to make room, grabbing a boat. He was soaked already, and had no qualms about getting wetter. "What're you doing?" "Seeing how many rocks I can put in the boat before it sinks." Combeferre murmured, adding another one of the glass pebbles sprinkled in the bottom of the table to his watercraft, pausing for a moment to see if anything changed in the way it rested in the water. "I think it might take ten rocks."

And then, the NATM Au >:3 I don't have a snippet because it is a massive brain dump of lore with no order at all rn, but I can tell you a bit about it!! :D

So, there's the museum, Valjean runs it with his two lovely assistants (And children) Enjolras and Cosette. I actually started this around the time I started seeing your enjolsette twins art and got hooked, so it quickly dissolved into an au where they're twins. XD

After an accident (don't let Combeferre do experiments in a highly magical museum y'all) ends up with Enjolras and Combeferre trapped in the museum's exhibits, Valjean has to find a new night security guard to help Javert out since it used to be Enjolras who did it.

Enter Feuilly. He's looking for a job, and Valjean decides he trusts him enough with the museum's secret, and takes him on. Little does Feuilly know, that when Javert's giving the tour and telling him things like "Keep those two apart or they'll fight" or "Don't trust that one, it bites" (I need you to know this is about Bahorel, and he's one of those little tiny figures and I find it utterly hilarious). He's not actually being eccentric, he's warning him about what he'll have to deal with at night.

The first night comes, and Feuilly is as shocked as you may expect from the sudden lifelikeness of the exhibits, and he gets to meet some of them. :3

At first, Enjolras isn't please with the idea of there being a new night guard (he hasn't met Feuilly yet at that point) but he quickly warms up to him because it's Feuilly.

And Combeferre's pretty much just vibing tbh (He's very excitedly studying what seems to happen while he and Enj are in the exhibits)

I could go on for some time about this one tbh, but I'll stop there for now lol

Thanks for the ask!! :D

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spaceorphan18 · 1 year

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Scenes from December (19/24)

Klaine Advent Day Nineteen : Roomy

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December, 2060

Kurt stood on the balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The sky was bright and cloudless, the sun high in the sky. A soft breeze whispered through the air. All was peaceful and quiet save the soft slapping sound of the waves on the beach and a few seagulls who called in the distance. It didn’t feel like December. It didn’t even feel like he was on the same planet. He had spent so much of his life in the hustle and bustle of one city or another - even his past vacations were always filled to the brim with activities - that being in an actual paradise, without kids or grandkids or even an itinerary, felt like a foreign jolt to his system.

He and Blaine had been planning this vacation for years now. They were supposed to go for their fortieth birthday but then that was shoved back for some reason or another and the years slipped by. They hadn’t hit fifty years together yet - but why not take it now? For no other reason than they could? Nothing but an entire week of just Blaine’s company. It was a nice thought.

He leaned forward on the wooden railing, glad that it was sturdy, and not too high up. The rolling of the water crashing into the sand was mesmerizing. A little way down the beach a young child played in the sand as his dad sat by his side, smiling as the child tried to build a sandcastle. It made him think, just for a moment, about his own dad - and how he and Carole never did make it to Hawaii; a thought that laid a little heavy on his heart. He and Blaine would have to set aside some money to make sure the girls and their families could go. The view alone had been at least worth the wait - and he wanted them to have the experience - at least once.

There was a click from behind him, the sliding glass door glided open with Blaine taking a step onto the balcony. Seeing him made Kurt smile - Blaine still insisted on wearing the most ridiculous outfit. He had on a huge, wicker hat with yellow sunglasses, a bright green Hawaiin shirt with beige shorts both of which were just a little too big on him, and a pair of sandals. Nothing screamed more touristy than Blaine’s choice of fashion, but he had argued that he wanted to spend his vacation in the most comfortable attire he could find, and Kurt chose not to fight him on it. Besides, there was a certain amount of amusement that came with Blaine’s wardrobe. Might as well enjoy it.

Blaine was reading from a guide book as he came out onto the balcony, not looking up to see Kurt as he read from it. “According to this there are plenty of things we can do… There are some hiking trails, glass bottom boat trips with guided tours, a playhouse for local theater, a bingo night exclusive for us old people, ooh and even a roomy jacuzzi in the community center.” Blaine wiggled his silvery eyebrows above the sunglasses.

Kurt grinned. There was a time some ten - fifteen years ago where they might have fucked their way through the vacation. While sex still managed to be a part of their marriage, Kurt wasn’t sure he really wanted to spend his entire time in the hotel room. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to do anything that Blaine had listed off, even if all of it were things he’d enjoy. Maybe later in the week he’d consider -- maybe even tomorrow. But right now, he just wanted to relax. Really relax and forget, if just for a moment, about the busyness of his life.

Kurt bit his lip before he answered. They had promised each other no expectations and that the purpose of the trip was to not overburden each other with activities. He knew his husband - and how eager he was to go and see everything that he could - and the quiet, non-moving parts of life were sometimes harder for him. “What if we did nothing?” Kurt offered. “What if we took a couple of chairs out to the beach, and let our feet get wet, and just talked until nightfall to see how well we could see the stars.”

It was hard to tell what Blaine was thinking with the sunglasses covering his eyes. But his face had always been so full of expression - and there seemed to be no disappointment there. “I think there’s a bar downstairs. And earlier I saw some lady with a coconut in her hand. I don’t know what it was - but it included a colorful, little umbrella -- and I think that’s what I want.”

Kurt let out a chuckle. “Are you sure that’s okay?”

Blaine tilted his head - his expressive face saying Kurt shouldn’t even be questioning it. “Spending uninterrupted time with my best friend, especially in a place like this? Always okay.”

Almost fifty years with this ridiculous human -- and yet, he was still Kurt’s favorite. He leaned over and gave Blaine a gentle kiss on the lips.

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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One shot in the Wardrobe universe.

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Smut.🔞

"It looks like a paddle boat."

"Di!"

"It looks like it could serve tennis balls."

"Dieter."

"It looks like a nail dryer."

"Fair."

"It looks like an air freshener."

"OK, that's enough."

Being Dieter's PA had been amazing, you never tired of his company. When he travelled for interviews you got to sightsee, shop, whatever you liked. When he was finished you would get to enjoy whatever country you found yourselves in. You got to experience things that some people could only dream of. Yet something was missing. You missed your work, designing and creating things with your own two hands. When you were given the opportunity to put on a show of your own designs you had jumped at the chance.

Unfortunately, it had meant staying home while Dieter travelled to Australia. At first he had straight up refused to leave. He was determined to support you in your work like you had with his. It had taken a lot of reassuring on your part and lots of promises of fulfilling some very specific fantasies of his to get him to go. That was a month ago. His press tour went well, your show had created a buzz and now you were inundated with offers of work.

As soon as Dieter arrived home he was keen to take you to bed and show you just how much he missed you. This lead to him finding his 'replacement' on your nightstand.

"I refuse to believe that you can get any pleasure from that!"

"Really?"

"Yes. It looks like a bubble machine."

Letting his newest jibe slide, you lay yourself back on the bed.

"So you don't think this can give me any pleasure, hmmm?" your hand trailed your thigh as you spoke, inching your summer dress up. It was the peach one with the white flowers on, Dieter's favourite. Underneath you wore nothing, also Dieter's favourite.

"Baby." His toned verged on pleading, he knew what you were like when you got in this mood. The voice you used was the one you used in meetings, in business but very rarely in the bedroom. The last time you had, the two of you managed to break a motel room bed.

Opening your legs wide you gave him a view of what he was missing all this time. The bed creaked in protest as Dieter shot forward in an attempt to get between you legs. With a well placed foot to the chest, you stopped him in his tracks.

"No. You can wait."

"No, I can't."

"You were mean about my new favourite toy. Now you get to wait."

His bottom lip jutted out as his pouted. The temptation to nip at it was too great. Sinking your teeth into the pump flesh, you followed it with a soothing swipe of your tongue.

"I'm sorry." He looked over the top of his glasses so you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"You will be." You whispered against his lips before pulling away to root for your lube. "Sit."

Dieter did as he was told. Taking a seat at the end of the bed, he leaned forward eagerly. Tutting at him to move back, you squeezed a healthy amount of lube onto your sensitive skin. Hips wriggling at the sudden coolness. The toy had a variety of setting but the standard one blew your mind enough not to need to change it. With one press it roared to life. A dull drone echoed of the walls as the toy whirled around. Dieter opened his mouth to make another comment. Wisely, he bit it back before you did it for him.

The toy consisted of essentially a wheel with bright pink 'tongues' on it. As it spun the soft silicone 'licked' at you. It had been an impulse purchase. The promise of simulated oral sex had drawn you in, the design was intriguing, it was on sale so you thought 'Why not?'. Nothing would compare to Dieter but it could be fun. Ten minutes after it had been delivered you had already come twice.

Spreading your folds with one hand you held the toy just over your clit, allowing it to kitten lick your aching bundle of nerves. A jolt of pleasure accompanied by a gasp had Dieter seething. Jealousy painted his face as he watched the little black machine whip you into a frenzie before you came, arching of the bed as you did.

"Fuck. I could have done that." He muttered petulantly. It was strange to see him react this way to a toy. You'd both used plenty of them. As for being jealous, you'd invited a good few people into your bedroom and he'd never had an issue with it. He was actually proud to show you off. To give people a taste of what he gets to have every night.

"Aw, there's no need to be jealous Babyboy. There's enough of me to go around."

At that point a grin crept onto his face. Using his considerable strength to his advantage he had you on top of him in one smooth move. "Am sorry. I guess I was just jealous that that thing got to be here with you and I didn't."

Before the beautiful sentiment could settle in your heart, Dieter had his cock head nestled at you enterance and was grabbing at your toy. "Let's see what the air freshener can really do." Pulling you down by the hips, he settled himself fully inside you before hovering the silicone tongues over your clit. At the first touch you clenched around him. Through your hands on his chest you feel the groan it elicited from him. A couple more minutes of the rapid tongue action had you coming all over him. Your pussy like a vice as you soaked him. "Fuck me! I see why you like this." Another couple of minutes, another orgasm, and another, and another. At some point you genuinely lost count. Dieter would have been quite happy to go for another one if you hadn't collapsed so far down onto his chest that he could even manipulate the gadget anymore. "Babe?" He kissed your neck. He received a sleepy 'mmmm?' in response. "Can I....? Or have you had enough?"

"No. I want you to come. Wanna feel you." Your words were mumbled into his chest.

Rolling you over, his shifted closer, wrapping your legs around him. Since he'd been gone, all he'd thought about was taking you hard and fast when he got home. He'd fucked his fist, his mattress, some towels, he'd even bought a toy of his own. Every time he thought about how he'd ravish you, make you scream his name, remind you who you belonged to. Now that you were underneath him, all soft and pliant, blissed out in your afterglow. All he wanted to do was go slow. It wasn't very often you could call the sex you had love making in the traditional sense. Tonight was one of those times. Dieter was soft and gentle. Rolling and grinding his hips into you rather than thrusting. Each moment was drawn out. Kisses were lingering. Sweet nothings were whispered between you. When he finally came, he froze with the intensity of it, for once he was speechless. His mouth open in a silent scream. He didn't pull out for a long while. He lay on your chest listening to the heartbeat he had missed so much. As you played with his now grown out curls. "I guess the extractor fan isn't that bad." He muttered before sleep claimed you both.

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