A/N: Apparently, there's been a lot of soft!Raphael lately. Allow me to rectify that. Ascended Fiend!Raphael and Haarlep hunt you in the dark. Hiding sin under the gif.
Fiend!R x GN!Reader, H x GN!Reader: Full Dark, No Stars 18 +
The world is absolute blackness.
Not grayscale, not outlines, just shadow, magically dense. You hold your hand in front of your face; the heat is there, your other senses struggling to compensate for the sudden lack of vision, but everything else is gone. You're left to swallow, arms held before you, fumbling in the dark.
Something shifts on your right. Only one footstep, as if they want you to hear. Infernal heat registers at your back, hands carding over your hips. Then it's gone. You're left rounding on nothing, breathing hard.
Time lost so much of its meaning in the dark. You could have been minutes or hours. You know that your feet are sore. There's a dull ache in your feet from padding across the flagstones, an ache in your right arm after Haarlep wrenched you too harshly to the side. And the burn everywhere else from Raphael's insistent touch.
They're hunting you.
You shiver, scanning the blackness as if it will help. Both devils are unnaturally quiet. The ascended fiend's prodigious size does not slow it down. It moves with liquid grace, sinuous, on all fours rather than its typical upright posture. The sight makes something clench in your belly, fear finding its mate in arousal. It's Raphael stripped down to his basest essence, feral, infernal, and hungering.
"Tsk-tsk, little mouse," Haarlep calls. They're somewhere on your left, closer than you'd expect. Something passes in front of you, and you stumble. A hand fists in your hair, yanking to keep you upright. Pain blossoms across your scalp, muted when they tip your head back. You open your mouth to respond, and the fiend takes full advantage, tongue pushing into your mouth. They nip your chin, chuckling, and then push you away. "You're slow, far too slow for a mouse. I'm disappointed."
You keep very silent, very still, trying to orient yourself.
Haarleep behind you, tail curling around your thigh. The tip strokes between your legs, pressing, prodding. Their voice dips to little more than a growl. "But, ah, I suppose you have other problems? And sweet Haarlep is the least of them." They jerk you back against their chest, arms a vice across your torso. Haarlep's nose tweaks against your cheek, the caress gentle. It contrasts the rasp of their voice, the erection digging insistently against your ass. "I am not in the habit of being ignored, pet. Just this once…I shall permit it." He groans, rutting against you. "Alas, our time is short. The Master comes. And he is so…" licking your cheek, licking into your mouth again. The sweetness of their saliva overcomes your better senses. "...hungry."
You feel Raphael's heat, a portent of things to come. He could be anywhere in the dark, but he's near, crouched low. You imagine him slinking through the darkness, tail cutting slow arches through the air, claws digging at the stone.
Haarlep hums, giving you a playful pat on the stomach. "Be good for him, yes? He's waited so patiently. And we both know…the fiend has so little patience."
Their weight is gone again. You take three steps forward; the heat steadily mounts. Raphael howls in the dark. Close, how the hells can he be so close? You haven't heard a damn thing.
And then there's teeth at your shoulder. Hot breath on your neck. A long tongue teasing the column of your throat. You inhale a stuttering breath, careful to stay very still. The fiend growls, pleased with itself as it scents the air. His senses are much sharper. Raphael hears the thundering of blood in your veins, your heartbeat. Smells your arousal.
You muster up whatever courage you have left to run.
You don't make it far. Not even a step. Raphael shrieks, the sound higher than you would have expected, clearly delighted. A hand curls around your midsection, stopping you cold. The claws bite against your skin but don't cut. Even in this form, he knows not to break you. He'll only bend. You squirm as it drags you nearer, bracketing you as it lays you on the cold stone. Its tongue is back on your skin, dragging down your stomach to your sex.
It borders on too hot, but the wet heat and the pressure are too good to ignore. Raphael laps at you, tip prodding at your hole, pressing, pressure, until it can finally push inside. You're left to pant, thrashing under the weight of its hand as it settles over your chest, caging you.
The hunt is over. Raphael intends to feast.
298 notes
·
View notes
absolutely no one asked for this but. divorceverse timeline for ur viewing pleasure <3
mianite s1 takes place when jordan is 17 to 18, mostly sticking to canon, although with two exceptions: capsize doesn’t die, and the void-hopping works, landing them back in their proper universe. the heroes semi split from there. after saving the world, jordan decides the logical next best decision is to seek higher education. obviously.
the two end up at the same college. jordan’s there for chemical engineering; schlatt’s there for business.
they meet at a houseparty, with jordan having been invited over by antvenom, a mutual friend of theirs. they don't exactly hit it off, but they don't not get along, either. jordan becomes schlatt's weed dealer, become a couple a week after, then break up two weeks after that. this cycle repeats indefinitely.
schlatt gets pregnant at the end of their first year. at that point, jordan was already considering dropping out, as college was Not as filling as he thought it’d be, so fatherhood gave him a perfect escape. he had plenty of riches from ianite, and his upcoming clothing company was looking prosperous, so he jumped ship.
both of them had off-campus housing, but schlatt lived with roommates, while jordan lived alone. they decide to have schlatt move in with jordan for the time being.
tubbo's born when the two of them are 19. schlatt lives with them until he graduates three years later, although he ends up crashing on jordan's couch more often than not, at least when the two are actually together.
when the two are 24 and tubbo is 5, ianite calls jordan for a favor. a young godling somehow stumbled into their reality, and while she'd been looking after them since they were found, her increasing duties have made it harder and harder for her to be a good parent. the pirates are busy, and jordan is the only person she trusts with such a task. jordan accepts, and crumb joins the family.
(this is why the void-hopping worked, btw. crumb's quintessance mixed with what remained of dianite in tom was enough to balance out the scales, so there was no need for the other heroes to intervene)
the two are 37 when adam is born. tubbo is 17 going on 18, and age is hard to calculate with crumb, but it's Somewhere in its teens. schlatt once again moves back in with jordan after adam's birth for the first few years of his life.
26 notes
·
View notes
extremely late and I'm not sure if you've even played through sumeru's archon quest yet, but for the ship ranking ask meme, what about dehya and dunyarzad?
Oooh forgot to answer this yesterday because I was at a concert but allow me--
Send me a ship, and I’ll rate it:
Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay
I am so weak for bodyguard x person they're supposed to protect and let me tell you that I sobbed like a broken person during the Sabzeruz Festival quest thanks to Dunyarzad. I can't say I've interacted much with fandom content for them, but I'd file it under the category of "ships that would probably be canon if they were allowed to do that." I think they should kiss and have coffee together and Dunyarzad should patch Dehya's wounds when she comes home from the battles and they definitely still get butterflies in their tummies when they look at each other <3
2 notes
·
View notes
The Global Defense Ministry Info & Tag Drop
Overview
The Global Defense Ministry, or GDM, is an elite security agency specializing in supernatural intelligence and counterintelligence with a global and interplanetary reach. The ministry acts as the first line of defense against demonic, paranormal, and extraterrestrial threats, and operates using covert, paramilitary, and investigative measures. Under the jurisdiction of the United Nations, GDM operatives are selectively placed among civilians to protect them from various otherworldly threats.
Purpose
In order to give humans a chance against such powerful foes, operatives from all nations are selected based on a predisposed ability to wield eldritch magic. All field agents, highly experienced veterans, are indoctrinated into a hive mind connected to an eldritch god code named Alphard. When threatened, these agents have permission to tap into Alphard’s abilities and defeat supernatural targets.
History
Historically, the GDM’s founder, a close friend of US President Harry Truman (founder of the CIA) summoned an incorporeal Alphard and struck a contract with it. Of this contract, a vessel is promised to Alphard, and permission to conquer whatever he wants as long as the Earth is excluded.
Candidacy
As it stands, repeated exposure to Alphard’s abilities and knowledge drive humans to a state of profound madness, and an extermination division was founded to terminate compromised operatives. Currently, a Japanese American man named Toshiro Hirawa, reborn as Nol, is the number one candidate elected to become Alphard’s permanent vessel.
Mission
The GDM’s mission is to protect all humans’ right to live in the face of superior opponents, namely creatures of the Netherworld, and/or Hell. Knowing these creatures believe humans to be inferior, the GDM is a direct response and active destroyer of this belief.
Priorities
The GDM has 5 priorities:
Establish humans as a superior race against supernaturals.
Protect humanity from supernatural threats.
Prepare in the event of interplanetary and/or interdimensional war.
Supernatural counterterrorism.
Supernatural counterintelligence.
Training
Operatives in training are subjected to years of various magical and non-magical programs. In order to graduate, they must become highly proficient in the strategic and tactical employment of modern weapons, explosive devices, hand to hand combat, confinement avoidance, parachuting, combat SCUBA, several foreign languages, SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape), wilderness training, EMS medical training, tactical communications, and tracking. Magical training includes exercises in mental fortitude (resisting physical and psychological torture), generating, and manipulating eldritch energy in order to achieve specific objectives.
Magic Divisions
Eldritch magic must come from a proper source and in the GDM’s case, they utilize ALPHARD, an eldritch abomination with the power to warp universal laws, among many other things. At a basic level, individual operatives must be able to perform void magic, giving them the ability to erase targets from the mortal plane. Some operatives specialize in psionic magic, ranging from dream magic, hypnotic magic, transmutation, and more. Others specialize in morphing magic, cosmic magic, and so on. Only a few select operatives have tapped into higher forms of magic, such as Nol, who currently wields corruption magic, fueled by Alphard’s divine insanity.
**This post will be reblogged and updated as necessary.
3 notes
·
View notes
Good Morning, or Night as I think it is for you!
Happy to hear you enjoyed my very weird agents setup story dream thing.
The game of snake portion of that dream had killed me with laughter and was the main reason why I wanted to share the dream so it's nice to know you liked it too!
However, it looks like the dream did to you what it did to the 'agents' in it: misdirection.
The dream is about two people: an animatronic and human. Field Agent and person in the chair. (well i guess it still is an animatronic sona, there's just two new agents not one)
In the dream, the Agency had thought them being one and the same.
Remember when I mentioned wanting to add Neon Eclipse? Thats the animatronic.
To avoid confusion on saying Neon I'm taking my sister's nickname for him and now he is Agent Glowstick. (wont stop me from maybe doing a silly doodle later) Viper is still Viper.
I am still so very tired from having just woken up so I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!
*relooks at your tags real quick and sees* #very lighthearted but the anime joker in the yt vid took me out
pfft this tag took me out. brain didn't even process that was what the background image was so thank you for that.
also imagining when Viper and Glowstick work for the Agency all the other agents are like "so this is the slippery fuck we never found- wait wait why are there two of them oh dear god"
: )
- Viper
I AM THE AGENCY CONFIRMED IM STUPID AND FORGOT ABOUT YOUR ECLIPSE!! head in hands I am. SO scattered GFHDJ I have no excuse I am simply all the distractable brain and none of the attention
BUT HELL YEAH ACTUALLY Oh my god a tag team - Glowstick and Viper give me serious "Someone will die." "Of fun!" vibes from their codenames alone hfjdks (tho Viper seems to enjoy those games very much also <3 So perhaps "Someone will die >:3c")
Funny thought of Robin only hearing about the Viper incidents, and upon successful recruitment heard through the grapevine it was a team, actually, so they go "wow how come no one noticed they worked in a team, smh so careless" while Sun/ Moon just look at them like. really. you of all people. you of all people make fun of agents thinking a tag team is one person.
Robin feels their gaze, and just goes "Shut up" because they realize the hypocrisy just a second later.
Also also also blue Eclipse blue Eclipse!!! Hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah he sure gonna look like a glowstick then hehehe
It's 6PM now - time for dinner for me! I have a bigger reply to an ask scenario in the works that I'll finish after, so not quite night yet (because I'm a weenie responsible adult who goes to sleep before 11PM) <3
6 notes
·
View notes